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Adelind could feel the sweat run down her face onto her neck as her chest heaved for breath, she gripped her staff tightly and glared at the enemy surrounding her and her team. She turned sharply to her right towards the blonde darting around Stormtroopers, quickly paralyzing them with an electric shock from her spear. Sophie never liked hurting people.
“This isn’t working! We’re being overwhelmed!” Her twin brother, Josh, cried his blue eyes the only thing exposed under the hard shell covering his bod. Adelind blew a harsh breath out through her nose, azure eyes darting around the harsh landscape covered in death. It was supposed to be a routine mission, her and her team get in, rescue a few civilians and get out; a few hours’ tops. But there had been an ambush, somehow the first order and been able to find out which system they would be in and get there before them, Adelind had found the the civilians dead and the world on fire. That had been hours ago, Adelind didn’t know how much longer they could continue. She couldn’t see half of her people through the smoke, she knew Justin had been injured though she didn’t know how severely. She knew that this was worrying his sister Tiffany, who’s shots were getting more and more shaky as time went on, Adelind glanced upwards and saw a glint from Tiffany’s rifle and felt relieved. A tremor shot through the ground causing Adelind to lurch forward and she knew Hunter was getting desperate. He was strong enough to rip the world in half but only ever did in when he felt the benefits of the enemies going under outweighed the risks of his team doing the same.
“On your left!” Came a voice from the smoke and Adelind immediately dove downwards ad rolled, barely catching a glimpse of a streak of blue as it shot over head. Hazel was the only one out of all of them who used a regular saber, while everyone else used a weapon of their own making. Hazel was just a traditional kind of person, she claimed her lightsaber she had built with its charms attached to its handle as well as the tattoos along her cheek bone brought her good luck. Luck or no, Hazel was always top of her class so no one argued, especially not her long-time partner Hunter. She knew that wherever Hazel and Hunter were, Hunter’s brother Zero wasn’t far off so she felt the tightness in her chest ease a little.
Adelinds entire body was tense, her ears straining through the sounds of screaming and gunfire to catch the telltale sound of wings flapping or even air moving in a way it didn’t normally. Christopher always took an aerial assault due to the large wings that grew from his, picking up enemies and either flying them to high distances and simply dropping them or ripping them apart with his sharp talons. She hadn’t heard him in a while and Adelind worried for her fellow teammate eve more than the others. Christopher was reckless, intensely protective; if he felt she or anyone else he cared about was in danger he’d throw his life away to save them. Adelind quickly dodged another shot from a blaster and with a flick of her wrist, sent long chain attached to the end of scythe through the trooper. But she and the rest team were tiring, Jarrod had no more reinforcements for them: they were alone. A sudden cry snapped her head up just in time to watch Sophie crumble to the ground, crimson running between her fingers as she clutched her leg. She tried to stand and fell as a storm trooper came to stand in front of her, pointing his gun between her eyes. Instead of looking scared or crying, Sophie closed her eyes in calm.
“Stop.” A calm command came through the smoke, and a black cloaked figure emerged. Adelind stood to her full height as the figure stood in front of her. He was a good six inches taller than her so Adelind was looking up into the black mask covering his face with such fierceness and low chuckle was emitted from the modulator. “Who are you?” She demanded, glaring up at him. He stared at her for a few seconds, eyes roaming over her body under the mask and taking in her dark red hair that she flipped haughtily over her shoulder. He nodded slowly as though she passed some sort of test and turned.
“Introductions can wait until later, if you want your team to live you will come with me.” Adelind glanced around to her team, taking in Sophie clutching her thigh and Justin being placed on a stretcher, pale as the sheet below him. Christopher had emerged clutching his shoulder, which was drenched in blood, and sweating profusely. She looked back up to the dark figure and nodded curtly. Her entire body was telling her not to trust this man, if he even was a man, but her team was the most important thing to her. She watched with him as everyone was escorted onto the ship by the very people who were trying to kill her earlier with the dark man beside her; then followed him onto the ship head held high.