Under the Stars
Poe was tired. After spending hours making plans for the First Order’s imminent assault he was ready to finally retire to a nice, soft bed. As he walked through the gorgeous halls of the Warden’s castle he slightly wished he wasn’t so exhausted. Then he would be able to explore the city, for it was a beautiful place.
There was one hall with a window that overlooked a section of the city surrounding a pristine looking pond. He stopped to take a peek at the world outside. The buildings made of stone structures were adorned in beautiful jewels that glimmered from the light of the lanterns lining the stone streets. Inhabitants of the city walked up and down the roads as if there was not a worry in the world.
Poe’s shoulders rose and fell. He missed the days when he could walk about unworried about the events of the galaxy. Maybe one day, that would be a reality.
He sighed, about to move away from the window, when he heard Admiral Sterk call his name from behind.
His shoulders tensed. He knew the time would eventually come when he would have to face Sterk’s wrath. He turned around. Admiral Sterk was approaching him slowly, her hands clasped behind her back.