Hidden Past, Unsure Future
Summary: Nike forgets her true past to spare the pain. Until she sees her future.
Rating: G
Author: Lesietta Wehs aka LP
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, or any recognizable characters from the movies, comics, or books. These belong to George Lucas. I do, how ever, own the other characters used.
Author's Note: This originally started as a story called Araya. Its been changed a bit to fit Star Wars, where I think it really belongs. I can't tell you lots about what happens, but let's just say Nike is not who she seems. Feedback is wanted!
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Nike slammed her fist against the dashboard of her ship, Sacred Flower.
"Come on, you piece of crap!" she said, urging the ship to work. "I'm gonna get caught! This load's worth 7,000 credits!"
Standing up, she yelled for her protocol droid.
"Yes, Mistress Nike?" the silvery-blue droid said.
"Make this ship work! We have to jump to light speed now! Do you know what the consequence for smuggling IS?"
"According to the law book, the consequences for smu-" the droid began.
"I don't care what they are! Now make this piece of space trash do the jump, while I go make sure the load is hidden, ok?"
"Yes ma'am." The droid said, heading towards the controls.
Nike ran down the hall, then bent over and removed a false floor tile. She knelt down and looked inside.
100 wooden crates filled with rare silks from Xazra, an outer rim planet. She quickly stood up, and replaced the tile.
She ran back to the control room. "So, have we made the jump?"
"No, Mistress Nike." The droid, called Saqu, responded.
"No?" she said, flatly.
Suddenly a noise from the back of the ship made her flinch. "Sithspawn!" she hissed. "Code 6234 positions."
Saqu nodded, and put the ship on manual, so it would appear that he was the flight droid.
The group of 3 patrollers entered.
"What seems to be the problem?" Nike said, innocently.
"Nothing to worry about, Miss. Who's in charge of this ship, I need to speak to him or her." The tallest one informed her.
"I am. This is my ship, the Sacred Flower. My name is Nike Quicksilver, my guardians are Wiya and Asa Otect. Over there is my personal droid, Saqu, his numbers are 7832-243CQE." She paused. "I am traveling from my homeworld of Corellia to the planet of Tattooine, to pick-up new students for the academy. I have clearance, if you would like to see it. My ship's call letters are HTY-393. Oh, and I'm 14 years old. Have I answered all your questions?" she told the three men.
"Uh… well, yes. I see. " The shortest stuttered. " Sorry to have bothered you."
They turned to leave, then stopped. "You haven't heard anything about someone smuggling silk- have you?"
"No, sir." She replied.
"Please contact us if you hear anything. Our comm frequency is 543-33456-332." The tall one said.
"I will."
The finally left, and as soon as the ship had left view, Nike jumped to hyperspace.
"Sucker." She muttered, and then grinned. "I love this!"
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