The asteroid base was quieter than usual after the battle. The adrenaline of the fight had faded, leaving an uneasy calm. Luka stood by the edge of the base's landing platform, gazing out into the endless void of space.
The silence was eerie, almost unnatural, after the chaos of the bounty hunters' attack. The battle had been a reminder of just how fragile their situation was—how quickly everything could fall apart.
Kaela walked up beside him, her wings folded neatly behind her, her expression thoughtful. "You've been quiet since the fight. You okay?"
Luka didn't answer right away, his mind still spinning with thoughts of what was to come. The bounty hunters had been a temporary setback, but he knew they wouldn't be the last. The council was relentless, and as long as that bounty remained on his head, they would keep coming.
"I'm fine," Luka said finally, though the weight of his words lingered. "Just thinking."
Kaela raised an eyebrow. "About?"
Luka turned to face her, his expression serious. "The council isn't going to stop. They're going to send more hunters, more soldiers, more everything. And I'm not sure how long we can keep running."
Kaela's gaze softened. "We're not running, Luka. We're fighting. There's a difference."
Luka chuckled softly, though there was little humor in it. "Feels like we're doing both."
Kaela leaned against the platform's railing, her eyes focused on the stars. "It's not going to get easier. You know that. The more we push back, the harder they'll come after us."
Luka exhaled, his breath misting in the cool air. "Yeah. I know."
Kaela glanced at him, her golden eyes sharp. "So what's the real plan? We can't just keep playing defense."
Luka's mind raced as he considered her words. Kaela was right—playing defense wasn't a long-term strategy. They needed to do more than just survive. They needed to hit back. Hard.
"We need to take the fight to them," Luka said, his voice firm. "We can't wait for them to come to us. We need to make them feel the pressure."
Kaela's smirk returned, though it was tinged with caution. "So, what? We launch an attack on the council? That's... ambitious."
Luka turned to face her fully, his eyes filled with determination. "Not just any attack. We go after their supply lines. Hit their fuel depots, disrupt their trade routes. If we can choke their resources, we'll weaken their control."
Kaela considered this, her fingers tapping lightly on the railing. "That could work. But we'll need more ships, more fighters. And we'll need intel on where the council's weakest."
Luka nodded. "I've been thinking about that. Kade's people can help with the intel. Smugglers like him know how to navigate the back channels. And as for the ships... we're going to have to convince a few more factions to join us."
Kaela's eyes sparkled with mischief. "So, more recruiting. Should be fun."
Luka smiled, though the weight of what they were planning was already beginning to settle over him. This wasn't just a simple raid—they were starting a war. And with every step they took, the stakes grew higher.
"Yeah," Luka said quietly. "But it's the only way."
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A few days later, Luka and Kaela found themselves in a dimly lit outpost, deep in the outer systems. The outpost was a gathering place for mercenaries, smugglers, and those who lived outside the law—a place where information was currency and trust was in short supply.
Luka scanned the crowded room, his eyes searching for their contact. The outpost was filled with the usual mix of shady characters: mercenaries nursing drinks in dark corners, traders bartering over stolen goods, and bounty hunters scanning the room for their next target. It was a place where danger lurked around every corner, but it was also where Luka hoped to find the next piece of their rebellion.
"There," Kaela said, nodding toward a figure seated at the far end of the room. The man was tall, with a weathered face and sharp eyes that flicked toward them as they approached. He had the look of someone who had seen too many battles and lived to tell the tale.
"Captain Orris," Luka said as they reached the table.
The man looked up, his gaze assessing them before he gestured for them to sit. "So, you're the ones causing all this trouble for the council."
Luka smiled slightly. "We're just getting started."
Orris chuckled, though there was no warmth in it. "That's what I'm worried about. You know there's a price on your head, right? Every bounty hunter in the galaxy is going to be looking for you."
Luka nodded, his expression serious. "We're aware. But we're not here to talk about bounties. We're here to talk about taking down the council."
Orris leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes narrowing. "And why should I get involved? What's in it for me?"
Luka leaned forward, his voice steady. "Because the council's not just after us. They're after control of everything. If they win, there won't be any room for people like you—people who live outside their system."
Orris didn't respond immediately, but Luka could see the gears turning in his mind. The man was calculating, weighing the risks against the rewards.
"You're asking a lot," Orris said finally. "But... you're right. The council's been tightening its grip on the outer systems for a while now. We've been feeling the squeeze."
Luka nodded. "If we work together, we can push back. We've already got a network of smugglers, and we're building a fleet. What we need now are experienced captains, people who know how to fight."
Orris was silent for a moment, then he smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "You're bold, I'll give you that. But if I'm going to commit my people to this... rebellion of yours, I need to know you're serious. That you're not just a couple of idealists chasing a dream."
Kaela leaned forward, her voice firm. "We're more than serious. We're already making moves. And if you're smart, you'll want to be on the right side of this fight."
Orris studied them both for a long moment before finally nodding. "All right. I'm in. But this isn't a charity, kid. We'll fight, but we expect a share of the spoils."
Luka smiled, feeling a surge of relief. "You'll get your share."
Orris stood, extending his hand. "Then let's see what this rebellion can do."
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Back at the base, Luka and Kaela were working late into the night, poring over maps of council-controlled space and discussing their next steps. With Captain Orris and his mercenaries on board, they had gained a significant boost in firepower, but it still wasn't enough. The council's forces were vast, and they needed to play this smart.
"We'll hit their fuel depots first," Luka said, his finger tracing a route on the map. "Cut off their supply lines, and it'll slow their fleet down."
Kaela nodded, though there was a flicker of concern in her eyes. "It'll also make them come after us harder."
Luka exhaled, his mind already racing through the possibilities. "Let them. The more pressure we put on them, the more mistakes they'll make."
Kaela's smile returned, though it was edged with something darker. "You really think we can win this?"
Luka met her gaze, his voice filled with quiet conviction. "I know we can."
Author's Note:*Luka and Kaela are gathering allies and preparing to strike at the heart of the council's power. Do you think their plan to hit the supply lines will work? What challenges do you think they'll face next? Let me know your thoughts before the next chapter!