The Art of Scraping Through | Poe Dameron [ 1 ]

seven

07 || corellia's confrontation

"HEY, SPACE GIRL, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

CORELLIA, CORE WORLDS-

Corellia was a shit stain of a planet.

Kyra had to admit, even though the planet was under supposed First Order rule, it definitely didn't look like it. The calm order of everything on the Star Killer base was not reflected in the ratty streets of Corellia, where children dressed in scraps ran everywhere, begging for food. Waves of Stormtroopers scouted the streets of the dark city they were in, Coronet City.

"So this is where our next mission is?" 4236 muttered in Kyra's ear, dressed in his normal street clothing again, without his mask. It had been a couple of weeks since the last outing that he had been on with her, as they were advised to lay low until the Resistance had stopped their search for the girl spy. "Because this place is an even worse one than the last place- and that was on the Outer Rim."

"Ren said that the mission was to grab a hard drive with information that the First Order has gotten about our new Star Killer base. He didn't tell me much, but from what I heard, it's for a new plan of the base- the completed version of the base." Kyra muttered back. This time around, only 4236 was with her, this mission much more easier than the last. 6978 had stayed with the ship, ensuring that no one stole it.

Plus, if any of the Resistance were here and that pilot had shared the information, he would've only been able to identify 6978. Which was a plus for the mission they were in.

Checking the sights of the crowded capital of the planet, Kyra just saw a busy marketplace, stalls tucked in between repair shops and messy alleyways. She couldn't take her eyes off of the children that continues to weave their way through the big crowds, hoping to snag or steal some food from a clueless traveler or trader.

The sights, sounds, and smells of the place were very overwhelming. Nothing she had ever experienced in her life was as chaotic or busy as this. Everything was so jam packed, so busy. There was a hustle and bustle about this place that was nothing in comparison to the home planet she had grown up on or the Star Killer and Destroyer bases she had spent her time on with the First Order.

It took a moment for Kyra to notice that she had bumped into a small girl, thin and dirty. Her eyes were filled with the same kind of dreamy and far off look that she had as a kid- except her hands were full of Kyra's money bag that she had swiped off of her.

The young girl was caught red-handed, like a kid in a cookie jar. Her cheeks were flushed red, almost embarrassed that she had been caught in the middle of a crime. She looked as if she was about to stutter something out, but wasn't, scared of what the woman donned in all black with a scary man by her side would do to her.