Star Wars: Memoirs Of A Doll by Sakemuco

Story Notes

Kenna isn't your typical sleek assassin: she's the galaxy's most reluctant anti-heroine, a blend of sarcasm and survival instinct. Imagine if Han Solo and a chaotic gremlin had a child forced to lie to the Empire. The atmosphere is that of a gritty Star Wars adventure with the energy of a light novel: rapid-fire banter, desert courage, betrayals, and that nagging feeling that she's in deep trouble. What makes her special? She's expendable to director Orson Krennic, but he's rewriting the script one sarcastic comment at a time. Expect humor in pain, heart under blaster fire, and a girl who could turn the Empire's perfect trap into its greatest victory.

Summary

Memoirs of a Doll A clumsy rookie bounty hunter's chaotic path through the Empire's shadow. In a galaxy choked by Director Orson Krennic's grip, one twenty-year-old disaster named Kenna just wanted credits, a decent jacket, and maybe not to die horribly. Instead, she's stuck as the Director Orson Krennic's unwitting bait—sent to infiltrate rebels, earn their trust, and stab them in the back. Problem is, she's terrible at this bounty hunter thing: botched jobs, explosive traps, laser burns, and a mouth that runs faster than her blaster. But with a flashy red jacket, a sarcastic streak, and sheer stubborn luck, she's stumbling toward freedom... or a very public execution. Who knew betrayal could be this messy?

Genre: Adventure

Author: Sakemuco_スカイ島

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 6

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 18+

Prologue

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WARS

MEMOIRS OF A DOLL

It’s been thirteen years since the Jedi got wiped out. The Galactic Empire rules everything with an iron fist wrapped in red tape and stormtrooper helmets. Honest jobs? Yeah, those are rarer than a honest politician. So people scrape by as bounty hunters—the only gig that still pays without asking for your soul upfront (though it might take it anyway).

And that’s how she showed up: Kenna. Twenty years old. Total rookie. Clumsy as hell. Born on some half-forgotten waning moon that even the star charts barely bother to label. She botched her very first real job so badly the Empire scooped her up like yesterday’s trash.

Now she was waking up in an Imperial cell with a mouth that tasted like regret and blaster residue..