[OOM] War

[fighting_mad]

Thaks are ugly creatures by anyone's aesthetic standards, big and scaly with long necks, four webbed feet, long tails, and sharp teeth. They smell and are grumpy and tend to have tempers.

Plourr loves them.

The wind flies in her face and clouds scud across the blueblue sky overhead, and she grins fiercely, staying in the saddle as her thak leaps a fallen log. She gives a wild shout of delight, finally reining the creature in to give Rial the chance to catch up.

She is surprised to look back and see him just behind. "You ride well, my count! Not many can keep up with me when I get going!" she calls.

[All dialogue from Lucasfilm's and Dark Horse Comics' Star Wars: Rogue Squadron: The Warrior Princess.]

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Rial looks right back.

Her face has been cut and the sleeve of her tunic smokes. Her hands are battered, bloody messes.

And he thinks she's absolutely beautiful.

[fighting_mad]

She is about to tell him to stop looking at her like that-- When there are running footsteps approaching, and they both spin in time to see the two Rogues sprint out of the woods.

Plourr is relieved.

* * *

Time passes.

Plourr tells the three men how she knows that the man leading the People's Liberation Battalion is not her brother. They take a closer look at the soldiers and discover that they were sent by the nobles-- of course.

And then the TIE fighters howl past overhead. Clouds of smoke rise over the skyline in the distance.

"They're storming the citadel! Impostor or no impostor, he's not going to burn down my city!"

And she's off running.

Her city.