Some Random: Phew, this is a new record for my recent updating, I'll say. Maybe if this luck holds we'll all get a chapter 4 shortly, I'll just have to see.
Once again, thanks to anyone that reviewed, favourited, or alerted this story, the last two at the least show me somebody's reading this, but big thanks to all my reviewers.
Disclaimer: If I owned KotOR, this story would very likely be canon. As I don't, it's fan fiction :P
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Chapter 3 - How (not) to survive the Under City...
Peeking around the corner, I took a good look at the guard post for the next elevator. Chances were that I'd have to us it at some point, so it seemed a good idea to check out what I was going up against.
'One guard and...turrets. Brilliant, just fan-fucking-tastic.'
Leaning back against the wall out of sight, I paused for thought.
'There's no way you're going to be able to pull off the same trick as last time, especially after dismantling that uniform. Maybe this calls for another game plot point loophole: the Hidden Bek base.'
Plus, heading back there also meant a possible run in with Carth and Revan, or if not, at least Gadon might be able to tell me where they were. It was worth a shot.
Just as I was about to go ahead with the next step of grand plan "Get off Taris alive" I saw a flash of blue up by the elevator.
'Hang on...who do I know of that's blue and hangs around the Lower City?'
My lips broke out into a grin as the blue flash from before appeared again, only this time not a flash but a blue Twi'lek, before she disappeared.
'Mission Vao.'
And if what I was seeing was right, if she was sneaking into the Under City, it meant she hadn't run into Revan and Carth yet. And that meant the duo weren't as far ahead as I'd expected.
'Perfect. Now all that's left is to catch up.'
Following Mission seemed to be a good idea, as I figured I had more chance of coming across Revan and Carth with her then if I turned back for the Bek base. Except that meant getting past the guard.
'Time for some more creative thinking.'
If I detoured back to the Bek base to convince Gadon I'm helpful and to get those papers to pass, there would be no chance to implement plan "Follow Mission to Carth and Revan". She'd be long gone by then. I had to go now. But how?
'Can't easily sneak past, wouldn't have a hope in hell fighting him...think! There has to be a way! If Mission can find one, so can you! You just have to think!'
Shuffling my feet, I stopped when I felt something loose under them, causing me to look down. Inspiration can come from the strangest places and looking down at the small loose metal plate at my feet gave me some.
It was stupid. It probably wouldn't work and I'd be back at square one. But it was all I had and it was better then nothing.
Clunk.
A few seconds passed and I threw something else from my stash of miscellaneous objects out to clatter along the floor.
'Wait, wait...yup, I think he moved.' I carefully peeked around the corner. 'Yep, he did.'
Clunk. A few more steps, stopping still within range of the laser turrets. I was surprised none of them had shot any of the stuff I was throwing but I guess ol' Sith boy had something to do with it.
I lobbed another item and watched him pause as it rolled to a stop. Cradling his blaster rifle, he took some cautious steps forward, getting closer to where I needed him to be.
'Come on, just a little further...just a little more...'
Clank.
As he just passed under the archway near where I was, I took the opportunity to slip to the other side of the corner, on his blind side. Chucking my last object towards a stack of abandoned machinery and as he went over to investigate, I made a beeline for the elevator.
'Please tell me it isn't locked, oh please God.' This whole plan hinged on that and if the door was locked, I was little more then cannon fodder.
"Hey you!" It also didn't work so well if Sith soldier boy turned back too quick. With still a good sprint ahead of me, I summed up the situation in one word.
"Fuck!" A blaster bolt hit the floor near my foot and I flinched.
'Don't activate the turrets, don't activate those bloody turrets or I'm really fucked.'
Another shot flew past my head and I ducked by reflex. Just as a whirring got my attention.
'Damn turrets!' I broke into a dead sprint, the Sith soldier on my heels. Not wanting to think about what would happen if those turrets took a shot at me.
'Not far now, just run!'
Waving a hand at the door, it thankfully hissed open.
"Yes!" Skidding in, I jabbed at the buttons on the console. Hoping like hell that one of them was the down one.
The lift groaned. I hit the deck to avoid a hail of laser fire from the turrets, cursing.
'Come on!'
The doors hissed shut just as another round came my way, battering against it. I didn't move from the floor of the elevator, in no mood to. All I actually did was roll over.
"That's...the last time...I try anything...like that...ever again." I complained out loud, between ragged breaths.
'I'm really outta shape...' I'd never run that fast before in my life, used to being the kid always coming last in any races back in my old high school's athletics carnival. My heart was still hammering in my chest, all that adrenaline yet to leave my system.
I made one solemn vow as I rode the elevator down lying on the floor.
'Never. Pull a stunt. Like that. Again. Not in a million years...'
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By the time the elevator ground to a halt, I'd recovered enough to stand and I stumbled out of it. Although, I must mention I did so shaking like a leaf, the ride down had been worse then the one from the Upper City. This one had sounded like it could fall apart at any second and lying on the floor had just made things worse. That sort of shoddy maintenance I blamed on the Tarisians more then the Sith, being their elevator in the first place. It was doubtful the Sith had changed anything on Taris, except install their shiny new military base and were just as much at risk as everyone else from dying in a rickety old elevator. Regardless, it didn't make me sympathise with any of them at all. My bruised ribs and split lips were compelling evidence against caring.
'Right, now where did that darn Twi'lek go?'
Thankfully I didn't get pestered by the two beggars that get players arriving in the Under City. That was one NPC interaction I could do without, the hit to my conscience would be massive. The village itself tugged at my heartstrings enough.
'How...how can anyone force someone to live like this?'
Coming to the Under City when it's pixels and other technical crud on a computer screen, I didn't think too much on it. Yeah, it looked pretty crap and you kinda felt sorry for the people but that was the point, right? Like Bowerstone Industrial in Fable 3, with all the people walking around looking poor and depressed. There was nothing I, as a human being, could do with the whole thing being digital so I didn't quite give a real ripe toss. But standing here now, in the mud and dirt and God knows what else, was a different story. It was worse then anything the game portrayed. These guys were poor, and I mean poor. The houses, sorry, huts were barely staying upright, the air smelt like...well, actually I didn't quite know what and the people...pale, gaunt and dirty was just the tip of the iceberg.
'Holy shit...' I hated Taris, and not just because it was the most boring level or because I was stuck here. No, the stupid, racist, rich pigs that even looked down their nose at me up top lived life without a care in the world while people suffered many feet below them. It was ignorance and complacency on a whole other level.
'Wonder if more of these guys will survive when the bombardment starts, being underneath everything?' If they did, then good luck to them. Personally, I wasn't taking any such chances.
Walking through the village towards the gate, I kept my eyes peeled for any more sign of Mission, who was really the whole reason I was down here instead of checking out the Bek base. So far, nothing, and I was beginning to have my doubts. Though it wasn't like I could just ride the elevator back up again. I'd be dead the minute I stepped out. Or arrested, but that's gotta be pretty much the same thing where the Sith are concerned.
"Oof!" I stumbled forward as someone knocked into me from behind, racing past. In fact, a lot of people seemed to running ahead of me, as a few others nearly bowled me over in the rush to get somewhere. Outcasts, I think these guys were called if I remember right. I ran after them, curious about all the commotion.
A crowd was already gathering by the gate (there were tons more people down here then in the Bioware version) when I made it and I squeezed through the gaps to make it to the front. From what I could see, some red-head had just come through the gate with someone else hanging off her. I winced as I took a good look at the guy she was helping, his leg torn up and bleeding quite badly. No surprise that he wasn't walking on his own. The gate closed with a clang behind them and another guy, who I didn't get a good look at as I was too busy fighting for my spot at the time. Then the red-head stumbled and both went down. Before really thinking it through, I ran over with the intention of helping and I could hear her companion coming over too. She was on her knees by the time I made it. I crouched down and slung the guy's other arm over my shoulders, taking the weight off so she could get to her feet. She stared up at me almost curiously, those silvery-blue eyes fixed on my face.
"Looked like you needed a hand." I said which seemed to qualify as an explanation as she got up and took over her side. And not a moment too soon, this guy was practically dead weight to my whole side. I had been getting a lean just from holding him.
"Hendar!" a woman cried, tearing over to us, stopping close when she saw how badly he was torn up, and covering her mouth in shock.
"Easy now." Someone else said. The voice was male and I guessed it belonged to the red-head's companion, who'd obviously gone to calm the woman. Hendar's wife or partner probably. Somehow his voice seemed familiar, but I was too busy with my new role as aide to think too much on it.
"Let him down gently." The red-head said to me. "We don't want to jostle that leg too much."
I nodded, and we lowered our cargo down to rest on a bench alongside a nearby hut. He was handling it all pretty well, I knew if I'd gotten the same injury I'd be crying like a baby. To his credit, his face did seem stuck in a permanent grimace and he was breathing heavily through his nose.
She (man, I really needed to know names) crouched down near him and pulled something out of a pouch on her belt, stabbing it into his leg without hesitation. A loud cry of pain left Hendar (at least I knew his name) and she grabbed his leg carefully to stop him jerking it away.
"Medpak." She practically ordered and her friend tossed one her way. Then she looked up at me.
"I need you to grab a hold of him, this one's gonna hurt more then the last one and him thrashing about with that leg won't help in the slightest."
I nodded, figuring that was the best move to make and slid behind Hendar. I'd just grabbed hold of his arms when her companion spoke up again.
"You got a name, kid?"
I opened my mouth to answer before I was cut off by his little red-headed friend.
"Let the boy concentrate Onasi. You can chat when we're done."
'Hey, wait, what?' My mouth hung open a few seconds, as my mind processed what she'd just said.
'Did she really not look closely at me? Or hell, listen to my voice?' I wanted to laugh at the fact it seemed my stupid gender switch side plan had actually worked. Then...
'Wait! Back up a second!'
...the rest of the first sentence hit me.
'Did she just say Onasi?'
I looked over at her friend, and almost immediately recognised that orange jacket.
'Holy crap!'
If that was Carth, then...then little miss red-head must be...
'Holy (censored) on a (censored) sandwich with (censored) on top!'
"Ow!"
The blow to the face broke me out of my shock and it took a second to realise she'd given the shot to Hendar and it had been the back of his head connecting with my face.
"I told you to hold on." She said, nonchalantly, binding his leg to stop the bleeding.
I scowled, seeing the little smirk on her face. "If I hadn't been unduly distracted..." I grumbled, making my way out and rubbing my temple. Thankfully it hadn't been my nose.
Finishing off, she stood up and dusted off her pants, still smirking.
"Not my fault."
'Yeah, yeah, laugh it up little miss former Sith...just you wait...'
The whole deal of who the two standing near me were hit me again. And the insane fact that Revan was both female and a red-head.
'Oh my god...'
"So, about that name?" Carth said, looking at me expectantly.
"I'll share mine, if you share yours." I changed my voice to sound less feminine, considering now they seemed to actually think I was a guy. And that was a fair thing to ask, right?
"Revan" grinned and...Oh. My. God. You have to be kidding me. She had dimples. The former Dark Lord (or should it be Lady in this case?) and scourge of the Republic had dimples. I wanted to burst out laughing at the craziness of it all.
'Red hair, and dimples. All she needs now is some freckles...'
"You've got spirit kid, I like that." She said. "Name's Allegra, Allegra Khan."
'That's what you think...'
"What's yours boyo?"
Oh right, they thought I was a guy. Almost forgot that.
'Think of fake first name, think of a fake first name...'
"Jaqe." 'What? Of all the names, you pick that?' "Jaqe ****."
She nodded and looked at Carth. "Well?"
He looked at me. "Carth Onasi."
I took little notice of how he seemed to be intently judging my reaction. "That sounds familiar..."
"I guess you could say that."
Allegra rolled her eyes. "I'd have been more surprised if you hadn't said it seemed familiar. Right, Republic?"
Is he? Oh my god, he is. He's frowning at her, like "You shouldn't reveal things like that" frowning.
'Lolz.'
"Thank you, oh thank you!" The other woman, Hendar's wife/partner, interrupted our conversation.
"I was glad to help." Allegra said to her, sincerely. "Although next time, he should be a little more careful. Those things are nasty."
"Wise words up-worlder." Hendar finally spoke. "I shouldn't have strayed so far from the village in the first place." Grimacing, he shifted to make himself more comfortable.
Hey wait just a second. She's already fought rakghouls? I thought this encounter happened the first time you went through the gate? Hm, shows what I know. That means the first injection was probably the rakghoul serum.
"I can't thank you enough for saving me, up-worlder." Hendar was still at it. "If there was anything I could do to repay..."
Allegra held up her hand, cutting him off. "It was the least I could do. You don't owe me anything you can't afford to give." Hm, must be light side or neutral then. Thank God for that.
"I have you darling, that's all I need." His wife/partner said, and then turned to us. "Thank you again for your kindness strangers."
What, me too? But I barely did anything...
"No worries. Take care." Allegra replied. It took me a moment after that to realise she'd rejoined Carth and moved on.
"Good luck Jaqe!" she called back, waving over her shoulder at me. "Watch yourself, you look like you need it."
Hey, what? I took a second to look down at myself. I didn't look stupid or anything, did I? Sorry, she's running around with Mr "almost fluorescent orange" there, so I don't see how she could criticise me.
And like always after I've done it, I realised I'd just made the worst move. The crowd was peeling off and slowly but surely, the duo were disappearing into it.
'Fuck, no!'
I took off in a dead sprint, shoving people out of my way without care in my determination not to be left behind.
"Watch it kid!" someone complained, pushing me right back.
"Then move your arse!" I cried, giving him an even stronger shove that almost bowled him right over.
'No, no, no!' It had cost me all right, I couldn't even see Carth's jacket in this mob and that was saying something.
'I need to get out!'
A few more shoves and complaints later, I was free of the crush. Only to find, to my disappointment, they were long go.
'No!' This was not happening, this could not be happening.
Despair crashed heavily onto my shoulders, enough I actually sank to my knees. I'd just lost all chance of getting out of here alive and I bloody well knew it.
'Fuck.' I hung my head, staring at the dirt. 'Way to go moron.'
It was all ov...no. No, I refuse to let this one stupid mistake get me down. It wasn't over, I could still catch up to them. Moping about here was only making it worse. I looked back up, a look of determination on my face.
'It's not over till the fat lady sings, girly, and the soprano hasn't finished their tune yet.' Clambering to my feet, I stared ahead at the gate.
Time to get my butt moving. I had some serious catching up to do.
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"Oh yes, it's not over, you can still catch up." I grumbled out loud, glaring at the ground. "Yeah, maybe if this damn wasteland wasn't so big."
'Not to mention I think I'm lost again...'
I'd been trudging along in the ruined, muddy, filthy wasteland outside the Outcast village (the real Under City if you ask me) for some time now, or at least that's what it felt like, and there was still no sign of Allegra and Carth. Plus, the Under City was also a lot bigger then I remember it being. I couldn't even see those wall-things that were in the Bioware version, though I think by now I should know that things are definitely not the same here. Come on, Revan is a red-head, that should say it all. Not that I have anything against red-heads, hell, I even considered dying my hair red once. Settled for red streaks instead.
I sighed, coming to a halt. Frankly, my legs ached from all the running and walking I'd been doing lately. And...yup, there went my stomach.
'This is going nowhere. For all I know, I 'm going in the complete wrong direction.'
Too late to head back and wait around the Bek base? It was starting to look like a good idea to me. My stomach growled again and I wrapped my arms around it.
'Man, when did I last eat? I don't think I even got dinner before I wound up here. Talk about unfair.'
Another low growl and I frowned.
'Come on, it can't be that bad.'
It was only when I heard a strange shuffling that I realised it hadn't all been my stomach. My eyes went wide.
'Crap.' Shooting a glance over my shoulder, they got even wider. Coming my way were about two, three, no wait, four rakghouls, which really got my legs trembling. One thought came to mind after I analysed the odds.
'Leg it!'
I took off without a second thought. Sadly, it just seemed to make things worse. They came tearing after me.
'Double crap!'
Here I was again. Running for my life. Great. First Sith, now rakghouls. When will it end?
I raced along the somewhat uneven terrain, swerving to dodge rocks and other hazards. The bloody things stayed right on my tail. I leapt over a pile of discarded, rusting droid parts (danger didn't stop me feeling pro for pulling it off) and kept running. What else could I do? Face off against four of the things with a blaster and sword I had no idea how to properly use? Fat chance. I'll stick to legging it. A rock on the ground nearly took me out as I stumbled over it.
Is this how it ended? Running like a coward from a bunch of slobbering mutants? Not far off from zombies I must admit.
The ground I'd gained would only hold for so long. Especially now that I was slowly running out of steam.
I barely noticed the small gathering ahead as I ran on. Too concerned with imminent mutilation to be frank. I did notice when I passed through and someone grabbed the back of my shirt as I tore past. The sudden jerk landed me arse first on the ground.
"Ah!"
"You'll take someone out tearing around here like a fool." A gruff, if somewhat familiar voice said. "Or get yourself killed, one or the other."
"Yeah well for your information jerkoff I was just...aw crap!" I cut myself off halfway through my complaint at the arrival of my tailers.
"Rakghouls!" someone shouted and I repressed the urge to slap whoever it had been.
'Thanks Captain Obvious, it's not like I knew that already...'
"Fabulous." A familiar female voice, this time, tone layered in sarcasm.
I was hauled onto my feet by the same guy that had grabbed me and only when I turned around to snap at him did I recognise who it was. And quickly decided against it.
'Holy shit, it's Canderous Ordo...'
Then the rakghouls were upon us and he shoved me out the way to rain fire on them with that big arse gun of his.
'Does everyone man-handle people in this universe?' I took the time to think, and then decided to forget about it due to how wrong it then sounded. My hands fumbled for my blaster (there was no way I was going close combat with these things) as the air filled with the sound of laser fire and the growls of rakghouls. Stretching out my arm, blaster in hand, I aimed at one of the beasts and pulled the trigger. The recoil shot through my wrist, only to make me drop the damn thing.
"Fuck!" Oh yeah, and I missed.
I dove onto the ground for my blaster, only to have one of those darn mercs of Canderous' kick it away. Cursing, I scrambled along after it, avoiding feet and legs as I went.
"Aw come on!" I cried, as it was once again kicked out of reach. A pair of longer, shapely, more feminine legs stepped over me quite easily, their owner sending a hail of blaster bolts at the rakghouls from what sounded like two blasters.
'Two blasters is Carth remember, but those legs were too female to be his...'
"Yes!" I cried, finally picking up my blaster. Only to have a rakghoul leaping straight towards me.
"Gah!" Thankfully I still had the piece of mind to roll underneath it. Once upright, I lifted my blaster. Bracing for the recoil, I let off a shot towards it, somehow managing to hit it in the back of the head. With a groan, the thing keeled over. I would have danced for joy that I'd actually hit/killed something...if there hadn't been a loud growl right behind me. Whirling around met me almost face to face with another rakghoul bounding right towards me. Panicking, I dropped my blaster again as I fumbled around with it.
'Fuck, fuck!'
My hands grasped at the handle of my sword just as it leapt towards me...only to be nailed by a hail of blaster fire. I stared in shock as it fell to the ground, heart hammering in my chest. The sounds of battle around me died down, and one last rakghoul growled its last. I didn't move, I couldn't move, fixed to that spot in shock. Acceptable considering I was almost rakghoul chow. However, the sudden slap the back of my head sure snapped me out of it.
"Ow!" I turned around to glare at who'd slapped me, a compliant already rolling off my tongue, "Watch it arsehole!"
"You're lucky you're not dead." Canderous growled. "That slap was the least of your problems."
I paled under that fierce gaze, mouth half hanging open to pronounce a snappy comeback I readily forgot.
"I can't say your men fared much differently." That familiar female voice was back again, holding a mocking tone. I looked up to see a familiar head of red hair.
'Hm, I'm thinking maybe adding a "for now" to the must be light side/neutral for ol' Rev here...'
I will admit I was much happier to have Canderous glaring at her, rather then me. She twirled a pair of much more advanced heavy blasters around her fingers, before holstering them.
'So that's who the dual wielder was...' Obviously somebody picked that dual wielding feat...nice. Oh wait, this is real, which makes it all the more awesome. Of course, in my daze over Allegra's dual wielding-ness, I missed half the conversation.
"Ow!" And Canderous slapped me on the back of the head again.
"What was that one for?" I snapped, glaring up at him.
He grinned wolfishly. "Pay attention idiot."
I scowled, picking myself up off the ground. Man, he wasn't this annoying in the game. Just totally kick arse. Though as much as I liked Canderous and his badass-ness, it didn't mean I tolerated him picking on me. In fact, the only thing holding me back from launching into a full scale bitch at him was the fact he could beat the absolute crap outta skinny little me.
He turned to Allegra. "I'd turn back now if I were you. There's nothing left in those pods worth picking through."
She glanced over at Carth, and then nodded.
Canderous was still talking. "Me, I'm headed back to the surface. If you were smart, you would too."
Did he...yep, he looked at me. Specifically at me. Up yours, arsehole.
"Hey!"
"You don't look like you could fight your way out of a cardboard box, much less survive down here." He said, mockingly, "And that armour. What did you do, rob a Sith?"
I'd opened my mouth to say something (I forget what) and it hung open after his last sentence. What could I possibly say? He was right after all.
"Figures." He scoffed. "You look like an idiot in it anyway."
I scowled, hands curling into fists at my sides. All he did was smirk.
'Hey! I took a few punches for this damn armour! Don't you mock me Candy!' Oh it was on all right. When he joined the crew...oh boy, he had it coming. So did Basty and she hadn't even met me yet. That was a whole 'nother story there.
"Come on." He barked at his remaining mercs. "Let's get out of here before I lose anyone else. I can't baby sit everybody."
I believe that one included me. And from the fierce scowl on Allegra's face, she wasn't taking his idle comment lightly either. He'd just passed her when she spoke up.
"Scurrying back because you can't handle it then?" Her mocking tone from before had nothing on this one. "Ha! It's a wonder any of your kind survived the Wars."
'I'm thinking this is ol' Revan breaking through...' And I probably wasn't far off, seeing a look pass on Allegra's face like she was a little uncertain where that had come from.
Canderous stopped, his back to us, and went very still. The tension was so thick not even one of my witty retorts would break it.
"You've got guts baiting a Mandalorian lady. Almost like...well." He chuckled grimly and hoisted that huge gun up onto his shoulders. "We'll see how long it lasts you down here."
And with that last parting gesture, him and his last crony (there had been at least four before) left us behind. Allegra watched him go, silvery-blue eyes boring into his back. I was betting somewhere deep in her subconscious Revan was fuming at being shut down by the Mandalorian.
"Looks like we meet again, Jaqe." Carth said, looking over at me and I turned to face him.
"Yeah, looks like it." 'I really should have picked a better name.' I figured I'd ask the obvious question. "What are you guys doing down here anyway?"
"Hunting escape pods." Allegra chipped in, strolling over to us. "Well, more specifically, searching for someone."
I just stopped myself before I blurted out something about Bastila. Carth, with his lack of trust complex, was already going to have issues with me from the fake name, I didn't need to blow my cover and make things worse. Come to think of it, I'm gonna need a fake background to go with that fake name...
"The pods from the space battle, right?" Is what I said instead. Everybody knew about that little tidbit, so I was certainly in the clear.
Carth nodded. "Yes."
Allegra shot a stern glance at him. Obviously in her book, with robbing Sith armour on my record, I wasn't exactly on friendly terms with any of them.
"From the Endar Spire." She said. "We're looking for Bastila, a Jedi that was part of our crew, but she's been taken captive by the Black Vulkars." She pulled a face. "Apparently, a "Mission Vao" can help with getting into their base."
Hey, don't doubt that Twi'lek missy, you'll be glad to have her tagging along later.
"So I'm guessing she's around here somewhere?"
Allegra shrugged. "Under City in general, which could be anywhere to be honest."
Great. So another game plot point had come unravelled. You're supposed to run into Mission right after leaving the Outcast village, after the encounter with Hendar. Apparently not in this reality.
"Then it looks like you could use all the help you can get." There. I said it. Now time to wait with baited breath to see whether she lets me tag along or not. Fingers crossed she won't leave me out here on my own, otherwise I'll be dead faster then you can say "totally screwed".
She exchanged a look with Carth and for good measure; I hid my hands behind my back with my fingers crossed. I needed all the luck I could get.
"It's going to be quite dangerous, and I wouldn't want to just throw you into harm's way, especially after..." She coughed discreetly. "...before."
Hey, I panicked okay? And if you think leaving me behind is a good idea...I almost considered saying that it would be a better idea to be in company if my lack of combat experience is anything to go by.
"But an extra pair of hands is sounding real nice right now." She looked at Carth again. "Onasi?"
Oh great. Now my life hangs in the hands of Mr "I have major trust issues"? Fabulous.
"It's probably not a good idea to have some stranger tagging along and slowing us down." He said, "No offence kid."
Oh hey, none taken. You know, just my whole life depends on this one moment. Take your time. It's not like there's an impending doom approaching or anything. Geez.
"And Mission isn't a stranger?" I did make a good point just there. "Or would you rather hang me out a limb here to wind up as rakghoul chow if I'm not careful?" Low blow for using the guilt trip move but I was running outta options.
"I say let him come." Allegra said, and I was glad someone was on my side. "Might actually prove useful."
'Hey wait, might? Don't force yourself lady.'
He threw his hands in the air. "Fine."
She grinned at me. "Welcome to the team Jaqe."
Oh yes. And not too soon either. Now all we had to do now was find that darn blue Twi'lek.
'Hm, isn't that why you came here in the first place?' Talk about the irony.
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Some Random: So a light sided appearing, redheaded, female Revan...looks like our dear protagonist has her hands full. And I guess the chapter name wasn't far off. ^-^ Yet another Yugioh Abridged quote, the extension of the first "Holy (censored) on a (censored) sandwich". Had a little trouble with the some of the dialogue, to make it flow properly, even now I'm not sure. Oh well, I'm sure someone will point out if something doesn't work...
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