...Well...Shit.

“...Well...Shit.”

“...I did that all alone, and I’m afraid if I have to do it again, I’ll do it alone. Are you the same in that method? Doing it alone?”

“I can tell you one thing, I don’t wanna be alone if I have to do it again.”

Her eyebrows burrowed in confusion over this revelation...She slowly reached out and touched his face, only to find her fingers starting to coat with blood from the gashes on his face . Upon further inspection she realized that the crimson on her fingers was blood. Blood coming from a storm trooper.

She immediately backed up realizing that this was a person. A normal person, that could be seen in one walk of life or another. A person under the helmet of a deadly storm trooper. A storm trooper that bleeds just as anybody would. 

She starts to get up to leave, to run away from him and get out of here just as she originally planned, but then she looked back at the bleeding person. She felt conflicted knowing this was a person, not a robot, an unmovable being that charged into battle fearlessly.

She decided against her better judgement to go back. Slowly tearing apart her cloak to make bandages she knelt beside him again, wrapping the bandages around his head and anywhere else that was bleeding. Maybe today her sympathy is what will get her killed today.

“No I don’t have a problem with it. I think it’s good knowing someone’s there to help dish it, even if it isn’t Queen. Or if someone doesn’t choose to take on the role of the Green Arrow.”

She hears it again, only for them to continue many times. It it raises the adrenaline levels in her blood as a fear creeps in. Trying to calm down by breathing, her breaths only come out ragged. So she stops and tries breathing slower through her nose. Sliding across the sandy hills, she descends towards the hiding place that contained her ship.

The quicker she leaves, the less of a chance she won’t be seen. That way she couldn’t be shot at. That way she wouldn’t die on this planet. She should’ve taken that job instead of just scavenging here for valuable parts. But that’s in the past. She can’t think about that right now. She needs to think about getting out of here.

She didn’t see anyone before because they blended into the sand. The instant glimpse of crimson armor is enough to force Shima to hide behind a large piece of debris, out of sight. Now she’s at a crossroads of dead and life, all potentially decided at the next move.

“If that’s the case, then don’t push them out the way. Isn’t that how people stay grounded toward their goals?”

“I do this to protect people. If you don’t believe that, that’s your problem. There’s the door- use it.”