A/N
Hey everybody. Here's another chapter for you to enjoy. I hope you like it because there is a lot of little details that Bioware left out of the game. Details that I have to fill in. But that's not too big of a deal. That just means I can make it whatever I want.
Anyway I don't really have much else to say right now besides enjoy chapter two of my new story!
The Wrong Man in the Right Place
Chapter 2: Game Plan
I shut the water off and grabbed a towel to dry my face with. The fabric was really soft. I would wonder what it was made of if my situation weren't so insane. Tossing it over the couch I walked all over the room, contemplating on what to do.
Okay first order of business, get my bearings then find Revan and Carth. Before too long this entire city is going to be nothing but ruble. Although I'm not sure how I'll convince them to let me join, let's just hope Revan is a good guy or woman. Alright sounds like a plan, not much of one but it's a start. Now where could they be?
Since the Duros guy just now hid the bodies which means they can't be far. I've got to hurry. Not like I should stay here anyway, someone's bound to find these bodies soon. Time to get a move on.
I patted my pockets to discover that everything I had with me before was here as well. Phone, wallet, and glasses in case. Not much but at least it's something. After a thorough search I noticed a dark object on the bed I had woken from. It was an article of clothing by the looks of it.
Lifting it up I realized that it was actually mine. It was a black, puffy, sleeveless jacket with a hood. It must have been near me when I was still…..in my reality? I am not getting into that right now.
Well it's a little chilly with all this metal so it won't be a problem to wear it. Sliding it on I leave it unzipped and inspect my attire. I doubt this will blend well.
I'm currently wearing black sneakers, black jeans, a black shirt that says "Winning!" on it and now a black jacket. Damn, I know I like black but this might be a bit much. Oh well I hope I don't draw too much attention.
The door leading out of this place had a bunch of weird symbols on it, how does this thing work! After pushing a couple of random buttons the doors slid apart, startling me. Stepping out I walked down the hallway at a brisk pace, trying to put as much distance between me and that apartment as possible.
I passed a green Twi'lek who held up a strange device and began speaking in his language rapidly. If I remember correctly he's a merchant from the game. I just shook my head and kept walking.
Soon enough I reached a door that looked different from all the others. Luckily this one didn't have near as many controls on it. Once it was open I came to an elevator. Great just what I needed, more buttons. At least these were easier to interpret. Before too long I was stepping out into the wide open space of Upper City Taris. Reaching into my pocket I open my glasses case and put them on.
"Whoa…"
The game does this place no justice. The huge curved buildings were more architecturally advanced than anything I've ever seen. The Sith ships flying overhead, the strange droids floating around, all sorts of aliens. This is beyond even my wildest imaginations. It's amazing. Which makes it even worse that it's going to be obliterated in a few days.
I shake my head to clear away those thoughts. Now is not the time to worry about that, not like there's anything I can do. I began walking towards the area directly across from the apartments. If I remember correctly the cantina is around there and that's one of the first places most people visit so it's worth a look.
The crashed escape pod from the game is still there with the floating droids scanning the wreckage or something of that nature. No time to investigate myself I still had to find Revan. I pass by the weapons shop without entering since I have no credits. I see the Sith bouncer standing guard at the door.
'Crap!'
I don't know what the age limit for getting in is. Well I hope the Sith don't care, doesn't seem like they would. I look older than I actually am so let's hope for the best. I approach the entrance and nod to the uniformed soldier. He briefly gave me a once over, no doubt due to my odd clothing. Then he dismissed me without even giving a second glance.
Hm, easier than I thought. I push the button with the symbol on it which I've now come to recognize as the "Open" symbol. The doors whoosh open and I step into the dimly lit atmosphere of the cantina. Sure it wasn't nearly as dull as it was in the game but it was still pretty boring. The people there were a lot livelier though.
I noticed a guy in Mandalorian armor right as I entered. I think he was called Bendak Starkiller. He paid me no mind and I have no problem with that. However a few people stared at me and my outfit as I went by. Great I've already got everyone's attention.
A particularly snooty patron called out as I passed by. "Where did you get those rags, from a Lower City trash compactor?"
A few people laughed at her joke, not me though. Well I'm certainly not going to take that. "No but it looks like you stole yours right off a Wookiee's back."
I was satisfied as her face turned red and everyone in the immediate area laughed at her embarrassment. Smiling I continued to search the rest of the cantina. However I had no such luck in finding either Carth or Revan. I even asked a couple of people if there was a duelist called The Mysterious Stranger. No such luck.
"Damn!"
My outburst caused several people to give me strange and disapproving looks. Time to leave. No point in hanging around here. Giving the place one last sweep I headed for the door. Where else could they be?
I stuck my hands in my jacket pockets and exited the cantina. With the buildings being really high up it was actually getting chilly out, no wonder everyone here wears that weird layered clothing. Good thing this jacket came here with me. My train of thought was interrupted as I stepped around the corner to find my path blocked by two Rodians, each armed with vibroblades. Standing behind them with a smug grin on her face was the lady from early, the one I'd insulted.
'Crap.'
"I'll teach you to make fun of my noble clothing!" She pointed at me and yelled to the Rodians. "Get him!"
I panicked as they both advanced on me with their blades raised. They didn't look very professional, but that doesn't mean they won't be able to slice an unarmed, untrained, and out of shape teenager to bits. Come on think Trevor, think!
They were within a few feet and prepared to strike. Time to do or die. So I pointed behind them and yelled. "What the hell is that?"
They both spun their heads in the direction I was pointing at, momentarily forgetting about me. Thank you Marty McFly. I swung my foot forward as hard as I could into the crotch of the right Rodian. I have no idea if their anatomy is anything like ours but it couldn't be too far off because he fell to the ground yelling in a high pitched voice. "Doooo-bah!"
I almost laughed but was too busy trying to wrestle the blade from the other alien. Me and him were tugging back and forth on the handle until I reared my head back and slammed it into one of his large, oversized eyeballs. He let go immediately and covered his injured eyes. I brought the butt of the handle down on top of his head. He stumbled back a few feet before tumbling forward. I stepped to the side to avoid him.
Pushing my fallen glasses back up I looked up at the trembling noble feeling like such a badass. She turned and ran like there was no tomorrow. I was feeling really good at the moment; sure it was total luck that I made it through that but still.
It didn't last long however. A shuffling noise behind me caught my attention. I swung around to see the Rodian I'd kicked lunging at me. I brought my sword up to block his. I deflected it away from my face, but it sliced the top of my left hand.
"Ahh!
The adrenaline added with my anger didn't let it distract me too much as I swung back at him with a vengeance. My blade left a large gash across his throat causing blood to spurt out. I back away from the spray radius. He fell to the ground and became silent as his blood puddled around him.
I was breathing heavily from all the action. As the adrenaline wore off I realized what I had just done. I had just killed someone. A living, breathing being. It was self-defense though, he attacked me two on one and I wasn't even armed. But I still killed him. I've got to get out of here.
I was backing away from the scene when I heard footsteps behind me. Turning around I saw the owner of the weapons shop approaching with a security droid behind her. Her eyes widened when she saw me standing there with a bloodied sword and two bodies on the ground. Her droid aimed its rifle at me.
"What happened here?" She demanded.
I put my left hand up. "Whoa wait, they attacked me!"
She looked skeptical. "How do I know you're not lying?"
I gestured to the two thugs on the ground. "I didn't even have a weapon, why would I attack two armed thugs."
She raised an eyebrow and looked at the blood covered vibroblade in my hand. I looked down at it and back up. "Oh this isn't mine I just got the upper hand and took from one of them, please believe me. They attacked me because of some noble who I'd insulted, she mocked my outfit first."
Sighing she signaled for the droid to lower it weapon. "Alright I believe you; I know how those nobles can be sometimes.
I released a breath of relief and wiped some sweat away from my brow. This is getting to be too much all at once. She looked at my left hand and waved for me to follow her.
"Come with me, I'll sell you a medpac at a discount but that's it, everything else is full price."
I was about to tell her that I didn't have anything, but an idea struck me. Stepping over to the Rodian I'd recently slain, I reached in his pocket while trying to ignore the fact that I'd just killed him. After a few seconds I fished out some credits. They were store on some sort of electronic device, like a futuristic credit card.
"I'm a little short on cash, so I don't think he'll mind." I said grimly.
She nodded her head and led me into her shop. She took her place behind the counter and had her droid bring a medpac. She held out her hand.
"That'll be 25 credits."
I gave her the card, not really sure how much was on it. She scanned it and pressed a couple of buttons on the built-in console on the counter. After that she handed me both the card and the medpac.
"There's 47 credits left on that card, here's your medpac. Thank you for shopping at my shop, I'm Kebla Yurt."
I took the card and placed it in my pants pocket. Then set my sword down which I still had and grabbed the medpac, turning it over a couple times in my hands trying to figure it out. Kebla saw me struggling.
"Haven't you at least seen someone use one of these?"
I kind of glanced around the room feeling embarrassed. "No, not really."
She rolled her eyes and took it from my hands. She then pressed a button on the side of the small box shaped object. The top folded in on itself revealing a small syringe, gauze, and a few other items that were completely lost on me. She took the syringe out and popped the cap off and reached for my arm.
My skin got paler and I could feel a cold sweat coming. I really hate needles. I didn't want to seem like a big wimp so I let her stick it in near the cut and push the button on the top. Immediately I felt relief as the pain left me, replaced by a blissful numbness. I swear I could feel myself healing. Next she took the gauze and wrapped around my hand. With my help she made sure it was secure.
"I'm a saleswoman not a doctor alright, so next time you get in a fight could you do it near the clinic?" She said teasingly.
I smiled and nodded my head as I picked the vibroblade back up. I could use it if I get into another confrontation, which isn't too unlikely if I'm going to travel with an amnesiac Dark Lord of the Sith.
Kebla noticed I was holding the sword in my hand. "You aren't going to just carry that around everywhere now are you?"
I shrugged not really knowing what else I was going to do with it. She shook her head making a tsk sound.
"Boy you're just looking for trouble, how about this? I'll let you choose a medium grade weapon, sheath or holster included if you trade me that vibroblade and the rest of the credits you have."
I mulled it over in my head for a moment before agreeing. She led me over to a selection of weapons varying from blaster pistols to short swords and so on. I considered getting a blaster, but then something else caught my eye.
I picked up a beautiful, silver colored, futuristic looking machete. I've always liked machetes. Not only are they cool looking in my opinion, but they're also a lot easier to handle. You're a lot less likely to hurt yourself and it doesn't take as much energy to swing.
Kebla saw the way I was eyeing it. "So this is the one I'm guessing?"
I just nodded my head and handed her the credit card, as well as the sword. She took the machete and placed it in a sheath before handing it back to me.
"Do you want a hip strap or would you prefer it on your back?"
I grin and replied. "Back strap."
She grabbed a certain sized strap and showed me how to clip it on. After properly adjusting it I placed it on my back at an angle that wouldn't let the hood of my jacket get in the way.
"Looks like you're set, don't forget to come back any time and stay out of trouble."
I waved goodbye as I stepped out of the store and headed towards the main walkway. Now at least I have a proper weapon to defend myself with. I stopped mid step as I realized something. I still don't have a clue as to where Revan or Carth are. I've been wasting so much time. I continued walking at a quickened pace to try and make up for lost time.
I passed a couple of Sith troopers who were standing around chatting. I slowed down when I heard what they were discussing.
"Did you hear, apparently a couple of our boys were killed and had there armor stolen. "
"Doesn't surprise me, the thugs on this planet are getting a lot more ballsy."
"I still think we should just-"
I didn't care to listen to the rest of the conversation; I'd heard all I needed to. Looks like Revan works fast, he or she has already stolen the Sith uniforms. At least I've got some sort of direction, but now I've got to get into the Lower City. Great.
There are quite a few reasons why that is going to be a problem, I'm not about to go hunting for Sith that have my armor size and steal it from them. Okay I've got to think of a different way. First I have to find the elevator, which I think is in Upper City North. Wonderful, more walking.
After about 5 minutes I reached the passage that led to the other section of Upper City. These walkways are definitely bigger than they're portrayed in the game. Upon approaching the door I notice two corpses lying not far from me. Right, this was where a couple of thugs were hassling an old man for debt money. I guess Revan took care of them, well that means he at least leans more towards the light side.
I opened the door and went on my way; I don't have time to waste. It wasn't too long before I reached Upper City North. It was pretty similar to the south side. Of course the elevator is on the other end of this walkway, figures.
As I walk I can't help but admire the beauty of this city. Maybe some of the people on it aren't so great, but the planet itself is wonderful. Such a shame that it won't last for much longer. Oh well, I can't keep thinking about it when there's nothing that can be done.
If I thought people were staring before, now I'm really getting some looks. Not only am I dressed funny, but now I have a weapon strapped to my back. Alright just keep walking and don't make eye contact.
"What's thish planet coming to huh? [hic] Shlummies walking around the Upper City!"
Oh not these guys. I turned my head to see three men dressed in green robes, just like in the game.
"Shouldn't you go back to the Lower Cities where you belong Shlummie?"
One of the more aggressive ones stepped forward.
"Yeah like he said, these shtreets are for Upper City citizens! [hic] You better get out of our way if you know what's good for you!"
If I remember correctly, saying the wrong thing would goad these guys to attack you in the game. It'd be best to avoid this confrontation all together. I'm not looking for another fight, especially when it would be three on one. So I kept on walking, despite their insults.
"That's right Shlummie just keep on walking!"
"Yeah [hic] go back to the Lower City were you belong!"
Their drunken ravings became less noticeable as I got further away. Soon all I could hear was the sound of ships flying overhead and the crazy ranting's of a prejudice old man. Wait that means I'm close to the elevator, finally!
I pushed past a couple of people as I picked up the pace. Pretty soon I came upon a small group gathered around an old man who was preaching utter nonsense about how aliens were a plague that walked among us. I'd love to put this guy in his place but there's really nothing I can do.
I went right by him and around the corner. Sure enough, there was the elevator, as well as the Sith trooper guarding it. I quickly went back behind the corner before he could see me. Okay, first I've got to come up with a plan to get past the guard. Looking over to the crazy old man gave me an idea, maybe not the best but it was an idea.
Here we go. I ran around the corner and headed towards the trooper. He raised his rifle as he saw me coming. I stumbled to a stop and pretended to breathe really hard and look panicked.
"What's going on here?" He demanded.
I can't mess this up or I'm basically screwed. Time to play my part.
"T-that old guy who's always out there, I-I heard him talking about republican fugitives and hidden Jedi. I think he might know something."
The trooper looked towards the direction I'd just come from.
"What! Are you sure?"
"Yes, now please go get him before he gets away. The sooner you find those stupid fugitives the sooner we can all go on with our lives!"
The trooper looked unsure as well as excited, not that I can really tell with the armor. Apparently the possibility of being the one responsible for finding Bastila was too great of a chance to pass up, because he hastily ran around the corner. I guess the Sith really are as dumb as I thought. Walking over the elevator I found that it had some sort of security device attached to it.
"Give me a break!"
In my anger I lifted my leg and kicked the little metal box with all my might. I guess I expected it to be a bit sturdier, because next thing I knew it was almost completely smashed and hanging off the panel by a couple of wires. It sparked a few times and the elevator doors opened.
I looked around a few times before quickly stepping in and hitting the down button. Something must be looking over me with favor because that was just plain dumb luck. Oh well, I welcome it gladly. Lower City here I come.
Yep. The gritty, gang filled, dangerous Lower City. Here I come, all by myself, no one to help me fight against the possible dozen Vulkar gang members who would slaughter me in a second.
"…Crap."
A/N
Well there you have it, chapter two. I hope you enjoyed reading this and if your feeling generous then please leave a review to let me know what you thought.
It's been fun writing this and I can't wait until I get really deep into the plot. So until next time.
Peace!
