HEY!
So I'm like 10 years too late to jump on this band wagon but whatever.
Rated Mature- Because I have a naughty brain and I don't really know where this is headed
Disclaimer: I. Own. Nothing!
Chapter 1 : Abandon Ship
-Nova Vette-
The sounds of blasters and crashing metal filled my ears as the violent shaking of the ship hurled me from my bed. I've been known to sleep through a number of things but an attack on a ship had to be a record for me. I struggled to stand up but between the vibrating of the ship and my vertigo I couldn't make it on two feet so I made do with what I had and crawled to my trunk of stuff.
"Oh, good you're still alive!" A man almost cheered as he barged into my room. "We've been ambushed by a Sith battle fleet and the Endar Spire is under attack! Hurry, we don't have much time!"
I looked up at the intruder in confusion and held in my vomit as the ship shook yet again. "I don't know what's going on or who you are but I'm nursing a rather intense hang over here. Could you maybe try whispering?" I whined as I opened my foot locker and fished out my clothes.
"I'm Trask Ulgo," He said almost as if he were offended. "You're bunk mate...we drank together last night."
"Yeah, I don't remember too much of that." I sighed while pulling on my pants. "But I got some wicked chunks about to surface, if you know what I mean."
"Well, get over it fast we have to go make sure Bastila gets out of here alive!" He snapped as he helped me up and yanked my shirt over my head.
"I've never had a man put my clothes on before." I half laughed as he shoved my weapons in my face and opened the hanger door. As I put on my blaster holster brief memories flooded into mind. This Bastila was a Jedi knight on some secret mission but why I, a smuggler, was here was way beyond my knowledge. Why would she personally ask me to smuggle something? She was a Jedi for huts sake she could just wave her hand and mind rape the shit out of anybody in her way.
"Are you almost done?" Trask whined impatiently.
"Cool your jets, commander." I sassed. "Bastilla's a big Jedi now I'm sure she can handle herself. I, on the other hand, am getting my ass out of here before I'm just a bunch of guts floating around space."
"You're kidding right?" Trask growled. "You signed a contract promising to defend her with your life. Jedi or not she's going to need people with battle experience by her side."
I let out a laugh. "I'm a smuggler the only battle experience I have is when I'm running from the pazzak table after my opponent figured out that I was cheating." I'd barely managed to say the last word when the vomit came spewing from my mouth. Leaning on the wall for support I felt my insides burn and my brain throb. "I guess I had wompa last night." I joked lightly with pain coating my words. Trask opened his mouth to talk but quickly shut it when the ship let out a screech of breaking metal. "Let's get our asses out of here."
He sighed before helping me up clearly giving in to my bad judgment. He slung my arm over his shoulders and basically carried me away since our heights were so different. "Let's hope that we don't run into any sith on our way out. We're helpless in this state." Just as the words left his mouth three sith appeared out of no where as they switched their stealth belts off. "Sith spit." He cursed.
A coy smile danced on my lips as I slid out my blaster and easily took them out. "You were saying?" I cooed as we advanced to the escape pods.
"Where'd you learn to shoot like that?" he asked in complete awe.
"I could shoot a bottle of ale from a thousand pases completely sloshed while doing a handstand." I gloated as I easily took out yet another sith.
"I thought you didn't have that much battle experience." Trask sneered staring at me with a raised eye brow.
"Party trick." I explained simply.
"This is Carth Onasi." a voice rang through the com. "The sith are threatening to overrun our position and we can't hold out for much longer. All hands to the bridge!"
"Fuck that." I chimed while kneeling and looting the sith bodies.
"Carth is one the best pilots the republic has ever seen!" Trask gushed. "He's seen more battle than the entire Endar Spire crew put together! If he says things are bad you better believe it."
I looked up at Trask as if he were the stupidest man I've ever met. "The ship is falling apart." I said slowly. "If it takes that washed up pilot telling you things are bad then you couldn't be any dumber if I cut your head off."
He shot a glare at me but softened as he met my smiling face and proceeded to help me up. "We should get going more could be on the way." he sighed heavily.
"Don't forget the ship threatening to break in half while we're still in it," I half laughed... I had a problem with using humor to help myself stay calm. Most people call me childish for it but I believe that Ignorance is Bliss.
As Trask dragged me along the path I began to recognize that we were going straight to the bridge. I may have been trashed my entire time on this ship but I knew my way around... kind of. "Trask you spineless piece of bantha shit!" I snarled pushing myself away from him and wobbling to the wall for support. "You think I'm stupid enough to just let you lead me to a cesspit of sith?"
"It's on the way." Trask admitted trying to pick me up. "Just because you're ok with abandoning the republic doesn't mean I am."
I rolled my eyes as he lifted me from the ground and carried me around like a princess. "Oh please do drag me down with you." I growled. "Let's just walk to our death like a happy couple to their honey moon."
"Quit whining." he sighed as the door to the bridge opened and to my surprise it was empty. "Bastilla and the others must have retreated to the escape pods."
"I told you she could take care of herself." I muttered unpleasantly as I rummaged my way through a sith corpse. "hello beautiful!" I cheered while pulling out an adrenaline stim. Swiftly I injected it in my leg and felt my hangover completely disappear.
"Good now we can get to the pods." Trask smiled while starting the leave.
I stood up slowly trying to stay up as the ship shook yet again. "This stim won't last forever." I told him as I made my way through the bodies to the door. "And I have a feeling neither will the Endar Spire."
He looked back at me with a crooked smile. "What makes you think that?"
I grinned back at him thanking Hutta that I wasn't stuck with some stick in the mud for a roommate. We advanced easily only running into a few sith here and there until we opened the wrong door. Sparks lit up the room as the two glowing lightsabors clashed against each other.
"It's a dark jedi!" Trask gasped as we watched the two jedi fight. "We should probably stay back... we'd only get in the way."
I raised my eyebrow allowing a short burst of air to escape my mouth loudly. "Because running into that fight was my first instinct."
He shot me a look preparing to snap back at me with playful banter but an explosion interrupted him. Just as the Jedi had stricken down her opponent the ship was hit causing a burst of electricity to run through her body leaving her dead and useless on the ground.
"That was one of the jedi accompanying Bastila." Trask announced. "Damn, we could have used her help."
I let out a sigh. "How very convenient." I glanced around looking for anything to help me. While the blaster was my weapon of choice something just felt off... like I needed another weapon. My eyes locked on a double bladed sword impaling a dead republic soldier and I smiled. It was exactly what I wanted. I glided over to it and pulled it from its victim. Placing my blaster in my left hand and single handedly wielding the meelee weapon in my right I felt whole again.
Trask eyed me awkwardly. "That seems like an odd mixture of weapons." He commented as I twirled the blade around.
I shrugged. "Feels right."
He let it go and began to lead our way to the escape pods. As we ran I felt my stim begin to wear off. The familiar burning in my stomach returned along with the slight spinning of the room. "Son of a Hutt." I mumbled as I slowed my pace.
"You ok?" My friend asked just before he perked up staring at a closed door like a Kath hound listening for its prey. "You hear that?" He didn't give me time to answer as he jogged to the blast door. "Some thing's behind here."
"Oh really?" I sighed sarcastically as I made my way to the door.
The door struggled slightly before opening completely and revealing what Trask had heard. "Damn, another Dark Jedi." Trask cursed looking at me with slight sorrow. "Go get to the escape pods. I'll hold him off."
"What?" I asked baffled as he took off into the room shutting and locking the door behind him. "Wait, Trask!" I pounded on the door hoping it would open but all I could hear was the sound of a lightsabor and a vibro blade. "You idiot." I sighed sadly stepping back from the door.
The violent shaking of the ship shook me back to reality as I was flung into the wall I was using for support. I cursed before deciding I wasn't going to die along with Trask on this sith infested ship. It was time to show these laser brains exactly how stubborn I really am. I pushed away from the wall wobbling slightly before I began to run full speed at the sith waiting eagerly for me at the end of the hall.
"This is Carth Onasi on your personal communicator." The sudden voice shocked me as fought off my attackers. A mixture of baster fire and blade seemed like an effective method but where exactly did I learn how to fight like this? "I'm tracking your position through the Endar Spire's life support systems. Bastala's escape pod is away and you're the last surviving crew member on the Endar Spire. I can't wait for you much longer you have to get to the escape pods!"
As I struck down the final sith I let out a loud exhausted sigh. "What is with all the republic lackeys always stating the obvious?" Turning a corner I spotted a sith trooper standing alone... it was odd he was... taller. Deciding that I didn't care and that he had to die I charged shooting my blaster until I was within range to attack with my blade. He was persistent, definitely more advanced than the others but he still fell to my might.
There was something about watching my enemies die at my blade that seemed so familiar to me. I've never really killed anyone before so why did it seem like I had? I felt my eye lids begin to droop as I limped to the next door... why did my leg hurt so bad. I peeked down to see that'd I'd been shot...
"When did that happen?" I whined opening the door in front of me. "Oh fuck me."
More sith awaited me more than ready for a fight. The first came at me with a vibro blade while the other lagged behind with a blaster. Overwhelmed I focused all my strength on my closer attacker trying my best to block his strikes while dodging the blaster shots. While I had the meelee sith in a hold I kicked my leg out instinctively sweeping his feet out underneath him. He fell with a hard thud and I smiled. He was at my feet with fear in his eyes. I was going to kill this sniveling worm.
"Son of a hutt!" I gasped as the burning sensation of blaster fire erupted on my shoulder I'd forgotten about the sith in the corner. I aimed my blaster and fired repeatedly until he fell lifeless on the ground. With my attention away from the remaining opponent he took the chance and bashed me on the side of my head. I fell to the ground, my already aching cranium feeling as if it were split in half. I was so close... I couldn't die now. I swung blindly and desperately at the sith looming over me and managed to stab him through the throat.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I struggled to get up. My leg and shoulder were on fire with pain and my head aching too much for me to concentrate. I couldn't go like this for much longer. Hopefully the rest of the way would be free of enemy encounters.
"Be careful." Carth's voice echoed through my throbbing head causing me to both jump and cringe from the surprise. "Theres a whole squad of sith troopers on the other side of that door."
Using the wall as a crutch I hobbled my way to the door not prepared for the fight I was about to get into. Exhaustion was setting in quickly and I didn't have time to make a plan. I slammed my hand on the access panel forcing the doors to open.
-Carth Onasi-
The sounds of battle ended after a few last pained screams. The victor stood behind the blast door gasping loudly for air as they pushed in the access code. I watched intensely, my hand on my blaster, as the door slid open revealing a small framed girl leaning in the door way. Pure exhaustion showed on her blood splattered face but her pale blue eyes seemed to sparkle with a mischievous life. Her arms laid limply at her side each loosely holding a weapon. A blaster in the left and a double sided blade in the right. An odd combination but apparently effective. Blood dribbled out of her rose colored lips as well as small gash on her four head. He multicolored colored hair clung to her swelling, bruised cheek with a mixture of sweat and blood. This girl had been through hell.
"You're just in time." I blurted nervously. "There's only one escape pod left..." She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again as she breathed heavily and her eyelids began to droop. "We can hide out on the planet below."
She nodded before pushing herself from the wall. Her pain flashed across her face as she limped towards me exposing exactly how much damage she had taken. She stumbled to me but collapsed just as she got close. Instinctively I caught her before she hit the ground. A pained groan escaped her lips before she peered up at me on the edge of her consciousness. Her mouth opened again to say something but she fell limp in my arms before she got it out.
I let out a small sigh as I easily lifter her from the ground and hauled her into the escape pod. After getting in position I looked down at her and smiled sympathetically but was honestly surprised. The girl didn't look like she could hold up a blaster even if she was completely healthy. To think that she fought her way across the ship and through that troop was unbelievable. She had to be one hell of a woman to do that.
I shook that thought from my head immediately as I launched the escape pod towards the planet below. She looked familiar I must have seen her before... but where? I gingerly pulled out a data pad from my jacket and scanned her finger prints. Maybe a name could jog my memory.
Nova Vette. Age 24... and that was it. Normally the file would have much more information on her but it was empty... I'd have to quiz her about this when she wakes up. However the name did spark a memory.
She was sitting on the other end of a pazzak board half naked smiling devilishly at an almost naked soldier. She proudly placed a card down and by the look on the man's face she had obviously won. How could I forget her so easily? Her hair alone should have set some kind of bell off. It was long down to her waist and mostly brown aside from the blonde hair framing her face. I'd stolen many glances at her from time to time. In the cafeteria, in the halls, just anywhere I'd past her. She was a good looking woman I'd give her that but she wasn't trust worthy. It wasn't just that I had no idea what she did on the ship that put me on edge but the fact that she had been specially requested by that Jedi Bastila... Something was off about her.
The violent shaking of the escape pod forced me out of my thoughts. We were entering the Tarisian Atmosphere and soon we'd witness one hell of a rough landing. I glanced over at Nova as I strapped myself in tightly. This pod was made for one so I'd have to be her seat belt. She fit in my arms a little too well for my liking but now wasn't the time to be thinking about that. Now all I had to think about was surviving.