As anyone knows, these characters are not of my mind, but of that of George
Lucas.
In the months following ANH- a contact emerges- with information that the Alliance desperately needs--- and only one person is the acceptable recipient.
Jaded Contact
~
Leia rubbed her eyes in frustration, as a knock sounded at her door.
"Come in."
Luke looked in at her from the corridor.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," She sighed. "It's just this damn contact- nothing pleases them!"
Luke slipped in, finding a chair across from her, he studied the datapad she held.
"What contact is this?"
"They have some information about how exactly Vader has been having so much success in tracking our fleet."
Luke shuddered, "Yeah, that'd be good to know."
"The thing is- that they're cautious."
"Understandable."
"Yeah," Leia nodded. "But too much so, they won't accept any of the people we usually send to pick up such information."
Luke frowned, "Who're they looking for?"
"I don't know."
"Where're they from?"
"Doesn't say- but the dialect-"
"Dialect in typing?" Luke cut in skeptically.
"Well, look." Leia turned the datapad for Luke to see the screen. "See how it's written exactly how it'd be spoken?"
He nodded.
"It's a Darrenian trait."
Luke was thoughtful.
"That sounds familiar."
Leia nodded, "It should. The Darrenian worshipped the Jedi."
Luke raised an eyebrow.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked with a grin.
Leia frowned, "What?"
He held up his lightsaber between his index and thumb.
"Luke-" she began, "It's too dangerous- your bounty just doubled!"
He shrugged, "I need some new scenery."
She rolled her eyes.
"Just send the message," he said, standing, "She what they say."
And he was gone.
Leia sighed as she typed the short message. "Well, here we go," she mumbled, and hit send.
~
Two days later-
Luke looked up startled, as Leia rushed to his side in the mess hall.
"You alright?"
"Luke--" She tried to catch her breath, "It worked!"
His face remained blank.
"The contact!"
He lit up- "Really? That's great!"
"I've talked to Mon about it- we're getting you a nondescript ship, you leave in ten hours."
That made Luke pause- "Wow," He mumbled.
"But," she continued, "There's a catch."
"Knew there had to be something."
"You have to go alone."
Luke began to walk, Leia at his side.
"That's not a big deal."
She stopped.
"Luke, you're on the Empire's most wanted list right now. Vader is personally hunting you."
He shrugged, "What better reason to get out of here for a few days?"
Leia shook her head, "Come on- we have to get you ready for this, Farmboy."
She walked off- leaving a bewildered Luke behind.
"Hey! Who're you calling 'Farmboy'?"
~
Luke sat in the cantina running his fingers up and down his glass. For three days he'd come to the place and sat for hours waiting for his contact. He sighed, it was getting late, he stood, threw some credits on the bar, and stepped outside into the cool night air. He had to admit; he didn't mind the contact's no shows- it simply meant more time for him to spend on this planet. It was peaceful there- and it rained- A LOT.
He drew in a deep breath- just as a hand clamped down on his mouth from behind. Before he could respond, he was dragged into a nearby alley and shoved roughly into the stonewall.
"Are you the Jedi?" His assailant hissed into his ear.
Luke tried to turn his head to see the face that was pressed against his own, but he couldn't move- the other's iron hold left him immobile.
"Who are you?" He asked instead, his voice a whisper.
"Answer me," She growled. Yes, Luke decided, the body against him was definitely female.
"Yes, I am the Jedi."
She released him, looking him over with jaded eyes. She allowed her hood to fall to her shoulders, revealing a mane of golden red.
Luke fought to keep his expression neutral.
She held out her hand, "I'm Arica- your contact."
Luke raised his eyebrows. "Ah." Was all he could manage.
She smirked at him, "You got a name, blue eyes, or should I just call you 'Ah'?"
Luke swallowed, "Oh, I'm sorry," He accepted her hand, "I'm Luke."
"Well- Luke- Lets go." She pulled the hood back around her face- and stepped out into the street. He followed her out of the alley as she headed towards the spaceport with an incredible stride.
He matched pace with her.
"Where're we going?"
"My ship."
"Whoa- wait a second. Where's the information?"
"On my ship."
Luke growled in frustration.
"What's it doing there?"
"Safer this way."
Luke sighed- this contact certainly was paranoid.
He shook his head and followed, "Fine."
~
The pair went through security with ease, and immediately headed for the woman's ship. As Luke stepped onto the ship, he heard Arica close the ramp behind him. He spun sharply, "What're you doing?"
"Safer this way." She explained, and pushed past him to walk towards the cockpit.
As she disappeared, Luke shook his head, and followed her. He stepped into the cockpit-
And froze.
The pilot's seat was turned- facing him, but its occupant was not his red haired contact-
But his dark clad hunter.
Luke took a step back- and stepped into Arica and a deadly little blaster.
"Hey Skywalker," She greeted with a smile, "I see you found my partner. Why don't you take a seat?" She motioned to the seat closet to Vader.
He swore softly, and stepped back into the cockpit as Vader stood, looming over him like the menacing giant he was.
He was truly in deep shit now.
[Chapter 2 coming soon- Please review! Thanks!]
In the months following ANH- a contact emerges- with information that the Alliance desperately needs--- and only one person is the acceptable recipient.
Jaded Contact
~
Leia rubbed her eyes in frustration, as a knock sounded at her door.
"Come in."
Luke looked in at her from the corridor.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," She sighed. "It's just this damn contact- nothing pleases them!"
Luke slipped in, finding a chair across from her, he studied the datapad she held.
"What contact is this?"
"They have some information about how exactly Vader has been having so much success in tracking our fleet."
Luke shuddered, "Yeah, that'd be good to know."
"The thing is- that they're cautious."
"Understandable."
"Yeah," Leia nodded. "But too much so, they won't accept any of the people we usually send to pick up such information."
Luke frowned, "Who're they looking for?"
"I don't know."
"Where're they from?"
"Doesn't say- but the dialect-"
"Dialect in typing?" Luke cut in skeptically.
"Well, look." Leia turned the datapad for Luke to see the screen. "See how it's written exactly how it'd be spoken?"
He nodded.
"It's a Darrenian trait."
Luke was thoughtful.
"That sounds familiar."
Leia nodded, "It should. The Darrenian worshipped the Jedi."
Luke raised an eyebrow.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked with a grin.
Leia frowned, "What?"
He held up his lightsaber between his index and thumb.
"Luke-" she began, "It's too dangerous- your bounty just doubled!"
He shrugged, "I need some new scenery."
She rolled her eyes.
"Just send the message," he said, standing, "She what they say."
And he was gone.
Leia sighed as she typed the short message. "Well, here we go," she mumbled, and hit send.
~
Two days later-
Luke looked up startled, as Leia rushed to his side in the mess hall.
"You alright?"
"Luke--" She tried to catch her breath, "It worked!"
His face remained blank.
"The contact!"
He lit up- "Really? That's great!"
"I've talked to Mon about it- we're getting you a nondescript ship, you leave in ten hours."
That made Luke pause- "Wow," He mumbled.
"But," she continued, "There's a catch."
"Knew there had to be something."
"You have to go alone."
Luke began to walk, Leia at his side.
"That's not a big deal."
She stopped.
"Luke, you're on the Empire's most wanted list right now. Vader is personally hunting you."
He shrugged, "What better reason to get out of here for a few days?"
Leia shook her head, "Come on- we have to get you ready for this, Farmboy."
She walked off- leaving a bewildered Luke behind.
"Hey! Who're you calling 'Farmboy'?"
~
Luke sat in the cantina running his fingers up and down his glass. For three days he'd come to the place and sat for hours waiting for his contact. He sighed, it was getting late, he stood, threw some credits on the bar, and stepped outside into the cool night air. He had to admit; he didn't mind the contact's no shows- it simply meant more time for him to spend on this planet. It was peaceful there- and it rained- A LOT.
He drew in a deep breath- just as a hand clamped down on his mouth from behind. Before he could respond, he was dragged into a nearby alley and shoved roughly into the stonewall.
"Are you the Jedi?" His assailant hissed into his ear.
Luke tried to turn his head to see the face that was pressed against his own, but he couldn't move- the other's iron hold left him immobile.
"Who are you?" He asked instead, his voice a whisper.
"Answer me," She growled. Yes, Luke decided, the body against him was definitely female.
"Yes, I am the Jedi."
She released him, looking him over with jaded eyes. She allowed her hood to fall to her shoulders, revealing a mane of golden red.
Luke fought to keep his expression neutral.
She held out her hand, "I'm Arica- your contact."
Luke raised his eyebrows. "Ah." Was all he could manage.
She smirked at him, "You got a name, blue eyes, or should I just call you 'Ah'?"
Luke swallowed, "Oh, I'm sorry," He accepted her hand, "I'm Luke."
"Well- Luke- Lets go." She pulled the hood back around her face- and stepped out into the street. He followed her out of the alley as she headed towards the spaceport with an incredible stride.
He matched pace with her.
"Where're we going?"
"My ship."
"Whoa- wait a second. Where's the information?"
"On my ship."
Luke growled in frustration.
"What's it doing there?"
"Safer this way."
Luke sighed- this contact certainly was paranoid.
He shook his head and followed, "Fine."
~
The pair went through security with ease, and immediately headed for the woman's ship. As Luke stepped onto the ship, he heard Arica close the ramp behind him. He spun sharply, "What're you doing?"
"Safer this way." She explained, and pushed past him to walk towards the cockpit.
As she disappeared, Luke shook his head, and followed her. He stepped into the cockpit-
And froze.
The pilot's seat was turned- facing him, but its occupant was not his red haired contact-
But his dark clad hunter.
Luke took a step back- and stepped into Arica and a deadly little blaster.
"Hey Skywalker," She greeted with a smile, "I see you found my partner. Why don't you take a seat?" She motioned to the seat closet to Vader.
He swore softly, and stepped back into the cockpit as Vader stood, looming over him like the menacing giant he was.
He was truly in deep shit now.
[Chapter 2 coming soon- Please review! Thanks!]