Sara Crysis

## Background

The lone sniper leaned against a wall of a high rise building, a Westar M5 placed gently beside her, as she called in her pilot for extraction. Another day, another job for the bloodthirsty beast she was. She tipped her head back and waited for EVAC, as she allowed herself the luxury of relaxing for a while. How had things turned out like this?

The answer was in her past…..

The girl allowed her mind to drift back to her last remaining memory of her parents, their smiling faces before hell feasted upon the oblivion that emerged from the shadows. Her home was an unnamed, unimportant planet in the outer rim, similar to Felucia in biospheric conditions, except there were more deadly animals than fungi. She remembered hunting with her dad when she was young, thus giving her expertise in weapons handling at a young age.

However, the two weren’t going to be alone forever. The unnamed planet had a strategic point in the outer rim as the rebellion flourished and gained support. It was an unknown and uninhabited world, perfect for the focal point of imperial options.

An imperial task force quickly converted the world into a base of operations… But to do that they’d have to get past the formidable Crysis family, known to the deadly animals as demons… Oh boy were the imperials in for a crisis…

. . .

*A girl ran through a dense forest of foreign vegetation, leaping over and dodging any deadly animals that came at her. Again… Another boom. Another shot fired. These weren’t the same ammunition used by her and her father. Who was here? She kept running.*

*What was ten minutes seemed like an hour. The girl finally reached her home, a small hut tucked in a cozy spot within the alien fauna. She heard one more boom… And-*

. . .

Boom. Sara’s EVAC came as Imperial artillery came raining down. It seems the bucketheads found their location. Back for more are they? Unfortunately, this would be cut short as Sara and her team needed to get out quickly. The sniper boarded the transport and would quickly depart from the area.

Sara could see the scene unfold under her as the transport lifted away. A full-blown battle erupted between local insurgents and imperials. The girl and her team disrupted enemy lines enough to provide a winning edge for the insurgents.

Sara Crysis was a rebel. She wanted to see those white-armoured bucketheads burn to the ground. She looked up to the ceiling with a sigh. Watching imperials burn… The smell of smoke…

. . .

*The flames engulfing her home… Her father as he laid lifelessly on the floor as several more booms erupted like fireworks, spraying the area as some children tried to scurry away… Only to be met with a quick end by the tip of a plasma bolt.*

*An alien looking figure turned its head to face Sara, raising a weapon towards her. The girl was too shocked to realize she would meet the same fate as her parents.*

*Everything went dark…*

. . .

She closed her eyes as she took a sip of water out of her canteen. Sara wasn’t much of a talker. Her squad knew that all too well. She was taken to be a no bullshit soldier. She was always ready to blast an imperial’s head open, and when she had someone in her crosshairs, no bullet missed its mark.

Her squad members figured it was something from her past, but they never dared to ask. They had an unspoken bond. Sara found comradeship with the Rebel Alliance, something she hasn’t felt since the days she was with her family. She adored that feeling.

“Making the jump to-”

The pilot was interrupted as a volley of fire flew towards the transport. A Victory-class Star Destroyer jumped over the world at the worst possible time.

. . .

*The girl had her shoulder scraped, waking her up from her trance. Only if that stormtrooper shot his target would he not awaken a bloodthirsty beast.*

*The girl disappeared, appearing behind the squad of stormtroopers as she fired towards them. The girl knew every in and out to this forest… It was her forest. She wasn’t going to let these men continue.*

*One by one the soldiers in white fell to the ground, taken by surprise.*

. . .

Sara got up from her seat and patted the pilot’s shoulder as a bolt struck the transport’s shields. The pilot stepped off and Sara took the reins of the cockpit. **One of the members of her squad grinned as Sara took control. She had enough of being tossed like a ball, it was time to turn the tables.**

Sara was a motherly figure to her squad. She cared for them deeply and wouldn’t let them be taken down by some ship. Sara would outmaneuver the ship’s firing and would make the jump… Escaping the situation.

Those in the ship cheered as Sara looked up, smiling.

. . .

*A blood curdling scream erupted from the girl as she curled next to her family’s lifeless corpse. The girl cried for ages, screaming as she realized there was nothing she could do.*

*Footsteps approached her. A foot came into her rear view as it kicked her hunting rifle away. She didn’t want to kill the one who approached her… It was hopeless… She wanted to die.*

*All her strength could muster up was the ability to look up towards the man, her tearful eyes begging to reunite with her parents.*

*She expected darkness…*

*Instead she got the light of the sun gleaming, surrounding the man as if he was a savior. He extended a hand. His glove bore an emblem. it was that of the Rebel Alliance.*