Rebel Droid Novels & Stories

Hiding behind a boulder, I pulled up the feed on my phone. Soon, two rough voices crackled through. The kidnappers had arrived. "It's dark in there. Are they asleep? Let's grab the girl and ditch the guy," one said. The other snorted, "Ditch him? The hirer wants her to be humiliated in front of him." "Rich folks play dirty." "Enough pep talk. Let's get the job done." Joakim Dodson, a scar slicing across his nose and jaw, unzipped the tent. I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life.

“You and those you trust may enter.” Rhea slid her a sideways glance as they descended. “Ready to be sniffed by strangers?” she asked. “Is that what we are calling diplomacy now?” Luna muttered. Rebel, limping slightly from an old wound, grinned. “If they bow too low, I am going to start charging for the show,” he said. Luna elbowed him. It did not erase the knot in her chest.

He would not let go and kept trying to hold on when suddenly, a tall shadow stepped in front of me. "She has expressed herself loud and clear. Touch her again, I dare you." I did not know when Daniel showed up or how much he had heard, but his expression was calm. Even so, I could tell he was happy. He had a good reason to be. He finally became the heir to the Graham family. He could let out all the anger and unhappiness he had been holding in for years.

Hundreds — no, more than hundreds—surged as though they possessed a single breath, a single ordered edict. “They’re all Hollowed,” Elara said, beside me, her voice strained. “No,” I whispered. “Worse. They’re rebranded. Reborn through her.” Damien stepped beside us. His sword was out, but he did not raise it. Not yet. “She has stolen their memory,” he said. “Their oaths.” Caspian’s boots scraped as he walked up behind me. “She’s giving them what they lost. Something to belong to.”

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

Beside him are two others rebels, all three of them armed with an assault rifles. "Hello, Tristan," the guy with yellow hair starts. "We need to talk with you about something." "Me first," I say, getting up and wiping the bit of sweat from my eyes. "How about you tell me where I am, why I'm here, and where the fuck Rebecca is?" "Don't worry about Rebecca," the guy answers, "She's fine. My men found her before they find you, and quickly took her to our infirmary. She's alive. As for your other questions, my name is Martin, and I am the leader of the Rebel."

Her eyes filled with uncertainty and tears threatening to fall any minute. Someone coughed behind us. It was Nate. We both looked towards the direction the cough came from and split up. “Kara, meet Nate. My personal doctor and best friend, we grew up together and he's the one who treated you and put all those needles on your face.” “They're called filiform needles, dimwit.” He adjusted his glasses. “Whatever, bookworm.” I teased and stifled a laugh as he glared at me. “ Hello Ms Kara, how're you feeling?” He set down his bag.