"I know... I know."
Crystaall wasn't even listening to her friend anymore. Instead, she was telling herself this as her body was struck with immense pain and adrenaline. It wasn't something she was used to, and she definitely didn't have any way to cure the pain. The strike of her back against harsh metal really hit her spine, which she couldn't even tell if she had shattered something or not. But she decided to keep moving, allowing her eyes to open wide and blink for a moment. She nodded at Grey-Kast and raised her right hand, still holding the blaster pistol.
"Look... I think they can handle this, but you need to bring me to another balcony so I can search for my mother."
"Crystaall-"
"I realize I'm already in pain, but she is my priority. I still don't know everything and I can't let her die. She's doing something most politicians would have nightmares about."
The Queen's ideas and memories was something she would like to have, but that wasn't even half of it. She was Crystaall's biological mother and she couldn't just let her mother die on the battlefield. Although her mother would never truly understand Crystaall's feelings toward anyone nice to her or helpful to her, she wanted to at least tell her story, and hear about her past from someone who lived through it. That was her priority. To save the woman who in a matter of seconds turned into someone she adored and would seek revenge for if death ever came early for her.
"You could die... do you realize this?"
"I realize that I have found a purpose."
"R4... get us to another balcony, and fire up those guns as well."
The droid beeped happily and made his way toward the cockpit, firing up the guns to attack the Imperial Tie Fighters that struck the hull of the Dragon Hawke. The hot blaster bolts fried any pilot that came even close to firing a shot off at them. The Hawke quickly made its way toward another balcony and Crystaall just straightened out her dress and checked her pistols for damage. Slowly and steadily, the ramp soon lowered to another balcony, but it was torn up and the flower arrangements on its guard were covered in dirt and rubble. From a small look inside, the young bounty hunter could see that there was a red rug and many decorative heads in this hallway as well as paintings. She began to walk to the edge of the ramp and then suddenly a hand reached her shoulder.
"Come back alive kid."
Crystaall only smiled and charged off the ramp with a small run, rolling onto the balcony and rising up with pistols pointed at several Imperials, who turned only to get gunned down by the many shots that came at them from one direction.
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