The Winds Shape
Chapter 11 : Legends
I own not those situations I borrow from Disney Properties, Lucas, Mechalich or Thomas Benjamin DeMayo. This is a dramatization from my mind on a character created from the meld of table gaming and so on. Special thanks to ideas Drew Karpyshyn and Tim Lebbon fermented. Special thanks to Morihei Ushiba who formed Petre with his wisdom. Like any mind construct this is an exercise and my own work building on other ideas from the past.
This is a Zeison Sha story, set in what is known as the Star Wars EU.
Near Smuggler's Run Port
Commercial transport
3.4 BBA
Aboard a standard tramp freighter kitted to do legal, illegal and human cargo, an old blue caste Maskri named Rene looked beside her at the meditating ancient man seated beside her and his heavily disguised blond young friend beside him.
"Tell me again old friend what has happened in the half century since I knew my mentor best?"
"Did work, taught a little, finally found my Asawa Ko, had a child at an advanced age for us both in some "midichlorean wave" as she called it and … taught the child best I could."
"Uh huh, well we need to keep a low profile, Jasrol Mintran has spies everywhere." Rene whispered before looking around. "Is it me or is this load of people mostly Desga? apart from the sterling crew and those five Zygerrian clerks." She added as one of the flight attendants, a purple haired pink skinned Zeltron oozing with sexuality stopped by the boy admiring his rough and ready good looks.
"You know, I can give you a tour of the cockpit." She said wanting a closer inspection of the boy.
"Later, I need to finish this drawing lesson first." As he was working on learning some design and blueprint creation on a tablet.
"All school and no play makes Tommy a dull boy." She hinted.
"Well it will allow me to indulge in finer things later." He replied smoothly from behind his bandana and goggles.
Petre had never felt so proud of him before in his life for even he had sensed the pheromones the young woman gave off. He leaned in with a smile to whisper something and the smile disappeared when he saw just what was being drawn on a datapad.
"You are sure?" he asked.
Jahn merely flipped the pad to Rene and flipped up his staff to begin his own walk to the cockpit.
Rene looked at a quick sketch of the Zygerrians standing up, one going to the cockpit weapons drawn.
He knocked on the door before entering and a purple Twilek female turned to him with a clipboard over her hand.
"Sorry to bother you, I thought pilot Shay invited me up here pilot Kae'Lin."
"Oh, you are the lad she picked." Kae'Lin smiled
"I would not say that, and your plans have gone as awry as the Zygerrians on this boat, no one is getting slaves today, or keeping them." he shook his head "Slavery is just not right and this Sha sees no need for more than one to die." He nodded to the hand under the blaster "Keep it handy if I fail." He turned and closed the door to the cockpit.
"Three, two, one…" he counted out loud before swiftly opened the door jamming the would be hijacker's hand before his staff lit up and lashed out catching the man in his breastplate caving in his whole chest and flinging him back limp to the cargo bay door, alive but barely. Jahn stepped out whipping knives with his left hand 1,2,3 taking each of the other Zygerrians in the gun arm shoulder, causing them to drop their weapons with cries of pain. The knives, withdrew from the wounds to hover in front of each near their neck as the boy with the lit electrostave walked to them.
"While I appreciate you have a job for the Empire, snatching citizens seems to be a wretched way to live." Jahn said as Petre, arm outstretched, held the knives in the air, until a blaster fired and they dropped as did the cloak that covered Petre.
Jahn immediately looked at the woman who fired and her smile on her face. "One Jedi down, one more Jedi bounty to go…" as she took aim at the boy who gripped the staff with his left hand and slightly raised it as it changed color before a blaster bolt emerged from under his armpit catching the woman square in the forehead.
He then stepped forward, the color of the electrostaff stayed the same color as used it not unlike a magnet to pick up the fallen blasters and knives before he turned to Shay, still in a shooting crouch.
"You saved me, thanks."
"You saved us, Thank you kid." she stood up "What is your name Kid?" she sauntered over to a man and casually pointed a gun at him.
"L'kido." He said flatly giving an eye motion to Rene before turning his gaze on the man.
"L'kido does not like slavery and since you only started sweating when I turned my gun on you, I think you may have had a touch to do with those slavers being onboard."
"Then he might have also sold the cargo to the Zygerrians." Jahn said with a smile as he began dropping blaster into a bag, wiping knives on a cloth before stuffing them back up his sleeve. "Your shipper might be upset, is that Xerweg's mark on some of the crates back there?" Jahn said knowingly as his mirror to the Hutt was in the cargo bay having placed it there himself.
"Boss, tch tch tch, I know you know better than that. What are you going to do to give yourself a one hour head start?" Shay said seductively.
"He could remove his pilot's slave explosives and" he paused "refund all our fees for passage. Then we make take the Zygerrians SLOWLY to their competitor, in chains."
"Sounds like a living deal boss, you can even have your boat to drive away to a new life if you can find one." Shay said with a smile. "It's a chance.."
"I guess it beats being sarlacc food." the Boss said, which brought a smile and finally regular breathing to the entire cabin.
"Excellent, me first then Captain Kae, then loadmaster Ryan, NOW. And we all pledge to give you an hour once the cargo is off you can leave. Just transmit that your mother is sick and you have to leave AGAIN."