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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ chapter 1 //  ❛ save the hostage ❜
©bespins / 2023
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     "ARE THEY GOING TO BELIEVE IT?" A voice rang from the front seat in the cockpit. Myra had her eyes closed as she stood between the two seats with both hands resting on the top. "They have to." The older man spoke, looking back at the woman who stood behind the chairs. There was a silence between the three for a brief moment, and Myra's expression was stone cold. "Clear for landing, hangar two-nine, over." The director's voice was robotic over the communication system.

Myra turned, saying nothing at all. Her black hood sat upon her head as her lightsaber dangled from its place on her thigh. The ship lowered, she stood by the ramp. Myra Skadi's eyes were dead, nothing but a mystical abyss behind them. Her black hair was slightly wavy as it danced down to her hip. Baylan and Shin walked next to her, the same hoods over their heads as well. Myra lowered her head as the ramp lowered to its place on the floor.

The hangar was bright. Brighter to what Myra is used to. An older man stood in the middle with six men behind him, they held blasters in their arms. The three of them walked up to him. Myra and Shin kept their heads low as Baylan started to talk. "Thank you for allowing us to come on board, Captain.." Baylan paused. "Hayle." The captain continued on. "If you don't mind me saying, it's quite a surprise meeting Jedi out here." Hayle looked between the three of them. Baylan laughed.

"You never know if there are new threats to be made to us." Myra spoke up, her head now higher than before. The Captain looked back and forth between Baylan and Myra, a confused expression painted his face. "You put on a good show, but, uh.." Hayle paused. "I don't buy it." He finished his sentence, folding his hands behind his back.

"I don't understand." Baylan inquired. "You're no Jedi." Hayle blinked. "Just some overconfident Imperial trash who just pushed their luck too far." He smiled. Myra lowered her head again, a smile painting her face. She reached her hand out, not enough for them to see, but enough for her to stop the Captain from breathing. Myra rarely used to force to get what she wanted, she didn't need to. Power from her mother and her ancestors coursed through her veins.

He choked, and his eyes slowly dropped. Myra whispered words, the ancient language came naturally to her tongue. The guards around him looked lost, and scared. Myra lifted her head, shoving both of her hands toward each other as the Captain disintegrated. The security fired their blasters, but Myra ignited her lightsaber before the burning shots could hit her.

Shin followed, her lightsaber also ignited as she deflected shots. The alarms blared, sounding like a death whistle to those who heard it. Myra's black leather boots sung as her feet met the ground with each step. The red flashing lights made her squint slightly. She heard the screams of the crew as her lightsaber met their flesh and her full power charged through their minds.

     Shin's lightsaber deflected incoming shots as they continued down the hallway. Myra was silent, but her head was a storm of thoughts as the door slid open into the bridge of the ship. The windows painted a dead space outside, and the stars were faint. They were dying. A woman held up her blaster, but Myra lifted her hand and snatched it out using the force. The woman looked scared, her once white eyes full of determination and confidence were now black and terrified.

Myra shot the blaster, it's lasers hit her in the shoulder as she collapsed to the ground. Throwing it to the ground, Myra walked over to the computers toward the right side. Her fingers touched the holograms as she looked through the prisoner logs. She tapped her comms, "She's in cell block T-7." Myra spoke. "Copy that." The man's voice was robotic over the systems.

Myra looked to Shin, who nodded and began to walk toward the cells. Myra had both hands resting on the desk, she looked up to the photo of her mother. Was she really like her? They shared the same menacing dark hair, but they had different ambitions in their eyes. Her mother wanted the praise of finding Thrawn, she wanted to overtake the galaxy. But Myra wanted more. She desperately craved the rule, the feeling of revenge. Myra sighed, looking down and then walking out into the hallway.

     She walked over the people laying on the floor, the solid floor reflected the sound of her boots. She didn't feel anything at all, her face was stolid and insidious. She continued down the hallway, then eventually found her way by her mother. "Myra, very well, we have lots of work to do." Morgan did not even face her daughter as she spoke. "Yes mother." Myra walked behind her.

"We must find that map and Ahsoka Tano." Morgan lectured. "It is our only way to find Thrawn." Myra did not care about Thrawn. She cared about the mystery that other galaxies held, and if she could take their power. To Myra, Thrawn was a chess piece. He was nothing but matter that she would eventually crumble. Myra craved more than what he could give her — or her mother.

     As they turned the corner, the blinding white lights were flashing red. Several security guards stood with their blasters raised. "Stand down!" One shouted as Myra stepped forward to stand in front. "Get back!" Another shouted. The blazing red light came from Myra's hand at first, then her eyes turned darker. A guard lowered his blaster in fear, but the others were enchanted by the impossible.

     She raised her hand, stepping forward as the guards were thrown out of her way. They screamed as they were met with their final death. The rest followed as Myra stepped onto the ship. "Very good." Morgan looked to her daughter. Myra was hesitant, but she looked to the side, where 
her mother stood facing the closing ramp.

     Myra saw the incoming guards who used their blasters to shoot the fleeting ship. A shot made its way to Myra, but she quickly dodged and raised her hand to absorb the power. Myra had never been praised for her good work, especially by her own mother. Myra stood. Her hands crossed behind her back as she faced the ramp. Her mind brought her back to a time where she was forced to learn the ancient ways of the nightsisters. There was truly no escape from her roots.

At first, they made their way up to her legs. Then as she got older they circled her arms and wrists, entrapping her in a life full of hatred for her own blood. Now they sewed her mouth shut. The vines and roots screamed as they silenced her. Myra learned to not speak. She was careful with what to say to her mother. Morgan Elsbeth had her daughters unrealistic image set in her mind, but Myra could not just meet those expectations, she would make them higher.

Myra Skadi-Elsbeth was destined to be something more. She turned around, beginning to walk her way to the cockpit. The woman she was working with this entire stood, staring at her from afar. Myra noticed, and paused. Her hands were still folded behind her back. Their eyes met in the darkness abyss of the ship. There was no expression. Just eye contact. But there was a silence, a peaceful silence. Myra had never witnessed silence. All she heard were the screams of agony that were planted in her head since she learned of this power.

Myra looked away, then walked into the cockpit where her mother sat. She blinked, her head down as she took a breath in. She looked for some sort of answer in the dark stars in front of her.

AUTHORS NOTE.

HEYYYY SHINNN NATION HOW WE FEELIN?? 😍😍😍😍 Okay I know this is short, don't attack me baddies. Anyways Myra is crazy, I just wanted to share that. but yes i'm giving y'all a Myra & Shin moment in the first chapter cause YALL DESERVE IT.  I love that you all love Myra & Shin ++ Zola & Shin!! It warms my heart oh my gosh..

ANYHOW.. How did y'all like this chapter??? I feel like it's a great start for this fic. I don't wanna make this super long so xoxoxo love u all bye 🤍💋