Lyra wandered between the shelves of the library. Walls of archives and rows of rust-colored books loomed around her, watching her as she passed with padded steps. In each and every document, manuscript and holo-recorder catalogued in the library, there was a story. Studies on ancient Sith artifacts, reports about battles from hundreds of years ago, or accounts of legends like Rey Skywalker.
Or Emperor Palpatine.
Lyra had read almost everything about them. What they did, or the tremendous impact they left on the galaxy. If she were being honest, she read almost every text in the library. In her spare time, under the lamplight of her bed, she thumbed through books she took home with her. It passed the time, and gave her a taste of something she never had.
A story worth writing.
She had no real family to look to and no gifts or talents to help ferry her away from Coruscant. She was stranded in the city. She was stuck, with nowhere else to go but where she was now: between the shelves, checking for another story to read other than her own.
Lyra stopped. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a shadow of movement. In a slit between two books, in the other aisle across from her, she noticed a hooded man pluck a book off the shelf. She leaned in closer to see, much too curious to ignore.
Whatever he was up to, she had a strange feeling it wasn’t good.
The man took a small data chip out of his pocket, opened the book, and tucked it behind the cover before sliding it back onto the shelf. An eyebrow raised, she wondered, what was he doing? Storing an item for safekeeping, or making some kind of discreet trade? It was better for her not to stick her nose into where it wasn’t wanted.
But she wanted to know.
Besides, the last thing Lyra wanted was the library to become host to illegal data trafficking. That would mean a shutdown, and she would be out of a job and out of options. That, and something was calling her to it. A gut feeling or a an unknown force, she couldn’t say what.
She retreated away from the shelf when the man looked around, paranoid, but he was gone moments later. When Lyra was sure of it, she slipped out of the aisle where she was, and into where the chip was held. With careful, quiet steps, she found the book in question, snagging it off the shelf like it were a ticking time bomb.
Before she could open it and examine the contents, Lyra caught something else. A figure closing in. Her heart skipped a beat. She tucked the book under her arm, but she was relieved to see it wasn’t the hooded man coming back for what he had hidden away. It was someone else. Looking for a book, she suspected.
“Oh, I'm sorry, didn’t see you there,” said Lyra. “Can I help you with something?”
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Or Emperor Palpatine.
Lyra had read almost everything about them. What they did, or the tremendous impact they left on the galaxy. If she were being honest, she read almost every text in the library. In her spare time, under the lamplight of her bed, she thumbed through books she took home with her. It passed the time, and gave her a taste of something she never had.
A story worth writing.
She had no real family to look to and no gifts or talents to help ferry her away from Coruscant. She was stranded in the city. She was stuck, with nowhere else to go but where she was now: between the shelves, checking for another story to read other than her own.
Lyra stopped. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a shadow of movement. In a slit between two books, in the other aisle across from her, she noticed a hooded man pluck a book off the shelf. She leaned in closer to see, much too curious to ignore.
Whatever he was up to, she had a strange feeling it wasn’t good.
The man took a small data chip out of his pocket, opened the book, and tucked it behind the cover before sliding it back onto the shelf. An eyebrow raised, she wondered, what was he doing? Storing an item for safekeeping, or making some kind of discreet trade? It was better for her not to stick her nose into where it wasn’t wanted.
But she wanted to know.
Besides, the last thing Lyra wanted was the library to become host to illegal data trafficking. That would mean a shutdown, and she would be out of a job and out of options. That, and something was calling her to it. A gut feeling or a an unknown force, she couldn’t say what.
She retreated away from the shelf when the man looked around, paranoid, but he was gone moments later. When Lyra was sure of it, she slipped out of the aisle where she was, and into where the chip was held. With careful, quiet steps, she found the book in question, snagging it off the shelf like it were a ticking time bomb.
Before she could open it and examine the contents, Lyra caught something else. A figure closing in. Her heart skipped a beat. She tucked the book under her arm, but she was relieved to see it wasn’t the hooded man coming back for what he had hidden away. It was someone else. Looking for a book, she suspected.
“Oh, I'm sorry, didn’t see you there,” said Lyra. “Can I help you with something?”
@TWD26