this wasn’t the first time you had received a distress signal from a backwater planet. and this wasn’t the first time the alliance had sent you to help either

you’re not a fighting rebel, at least you don’t want to be. you’re skilled with a blaster and and can throw a good punch, but given the choice, you would much rather deal with data and handle comms

yet here you are, landing your U-wing on the agricultural planet of mina-rau, praying that the empire isn’t here. the planet is nice, the air’s fresh, the atmosphere feels lighter, it makes up for the fact the people are lethargic and nothing is done with haste. you however, you need to be quick

as you run through the fields, you read a datapad full of coordinates and information. the blue words blur as you try to read them, but nonetheless you manage

as you near the location and take a look at your surroundings, you see why the signal was sent in the first place. imperials. shit

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bix caleen, known for her affiliations with cassian andor, sent out a distress signal to yavin 4. it was an ordinary day, at least that’s what it appeared to be. the ominous shape of a star destroyer loomed over the crop fields at dawn. she had thought nothing of it, assumed it was one of their regular checks

but oh, how she was wrong. the empire had detected her signals and found them too frequent and rational to be a simple ‘catch up with a friend’

in the hopes that it would buy her some time — or an escape — she sent out a distress signal, praying that at least one resistance member would notice it and send help her way

the empire heard that signal and followed it, which ultimately lead them to where bix was. they interrogated her (much to her dismay, as it brought back too many memories from ferrix) and eventually cuffed her

from what she had gathered, there were imperials sanctioned around the whole permitter of her home, so if a rebel had come to save her, she would hear the blaster blots, before even catching a glimpse of them

and that’s exactly what happened. the imperials spotted you, right as you crouched down into the wheat, and they fired aimlessly. after fumbling for your blaster and cursing, you finally stand back up, and shoot down a few stormtroopers and officers

the two officers cuffing bix freeze. all of a sudden the potential ‘rebel scum’ isn’t their main priority, it’s you. as they run out the house, blasters raised, bix can’t help but smile. someone had arrived