Well, this is a shorter chapter, but that's fine I suppose, I split it up a little more, hopefully that becomes clear. Apparently looking at peoples thoughts is confusing... I don't understand how, so I'm ignoring that. As for the anger about the whole Starkiller base thing, there are reasons behind it, the story comes from an idea I had where Starkiller base was a New Republic weapon, not an Empire in All But Name (Or as you may call them, the First Order) weapon, also the significance of the weapon is that the New Republic have basically another Death Star that's long range, making the question, can you trust them? So yeah, I'm bad at talking, and at summaries, I have some basic skills in the writing department (When I'm not tired, which is never) Anyway, I hope this deals with your complaints, and splits the story up a little more, or at least enough for easy understanding.
Cold starlight poured into the small freighter, Tahiri smiled looking out the window that was attached to her room, she felt lighter than usual, perhaps it was the fact she was welcome somewhere, or perhaps someone had slipped her some Kessel Spice, either way she waved off her tiredness and moved through the ship, checking everything was secure, and that all the systems were operational. Once that was done she could eat and then do anything else that might be required of her. She passed by Ren, the green Twi'lek, who gave a brief nod and an acknowledgement of "Scars." Before continuing down the corridor, which was fine with her, they didn't point guns at her or force her to wear shoes, and she didn't need to constantly talk to them. She thought back to who she had been only six years back, when she had been talkative and happy all the time, of course things had happened such as her shaping at the hands of the Yuuzhan Vong, and her personality merge with Riina Kwaad, a personality the Yuuzhan Vong had given her, if an outsider heard this they might think it was insane, but it was real, she remembered the pain, and the anger.
Anakin looked down the barrel of the blaster, hand on his lightsaber, he didn't like violence, but he would defend himself if he had to. He looked up at the Zabrak pointing the blaster at his head, "Now, I'm sure this is a misunderstanding, so how about we put down the gun and talk this out." The Zabrak snarled back in response, "And why would I do that Jedi? I got you exactly where I want you." Anakin paused, "What exactly do you think that is going to achieve? Why do you want a Jedi dead, that just makes you a target for all the other Jedi." The red skinned alien fell silent, "You'll be dead anyway so why shouldn't I tell you. I was sitting here in this bar, when this guy, big guy, wore a hood, comes up and says, 'You run into any Jedi, and I'll pay good money for them dead.' So, I'm gonna kill you, and get a good pay out of it."
"And he didn't tell you where to find him did he?" The Zabrak froze, "That's right, how'd you know that?" Anakin smiled, "Listen, someone is tricking you into doing their dirty work, so just lower the gun and I'll buy you a drink, that way we can talk about this like reasonable people." The Zabrak nodded it's horned head, holstering the blaster, Anakin smiled, people did stupid things, but generally you could get through to them, "So Jedi, what should I call you?" Anakin considered giving a fake name before shrugging away the thought, "Anakin." The Zabrak's face showed clear surprise, "Anakin Solo? The War hero?" Anakin smiled, "War hero is a bit of an exaggeration, but yes that's me, so what name do you go by?" The Zabrak nodded quietly, before responding "Jarn-Ker, It really is a surprise to meet you here, what brings you to Tatooine?" Anakin sighed, waving over the bartender, "I'm looking for a woman." The Zabrak laughed "Aren't we all?" Anakin let the joke pass, "A very specific woman, her name is Tahiri, Tahiri Viela, she's a Jedi."
"So, you need help, cause I've got no employer right now." Anakin smiled, Jarn-Ker, despite first impressions was a nice fellow, maybe a bit stupid and easy to manipulate, but all in all he wasn't a bad guy.
"I could use some help, I thought Tahiri might have come here because she's a Tusken, but turns out she hasn't been here, so I've hit a dead end." Jarn-Ker nodded once, thinking through Anakin's words, "Say what does this girl look like?"
"Blond Hair, Green Eyes, three scars on her forehead, and she probably won't be wearing shoes." The last remark caused Jarn-Ker to cough through his Corellian Ale, "Odd woman, now if memory serves me correctly she was here, of course it doesn't always serve me correctly, she came from Nar Shadda with a crew of Smugglers on some ship, I forget what it was called."
"Well then, at least I know she is alive, she must be using a fake name of course." The Zabrak nodded, he wasn't as stupid as he acted.
"Well, I've got a small ship should be big enough for two, so let's get going to find Tahiri, and probably Corran." The Zabrak was about to ask who Corran was when Anakin stopped him,
"Doesn't matter, not yet at least."
Corran was surprised by the state of the world, Duro was well known for having a heavily polluted atmosphere, and destroyed ecosystem, the world he was on now however had a beautiful blue sky, and a lush jungle spreading across it, he looked around at the strange buildings, half were Yuuzhan Vong in style the other half resembled the metal homes of worlds like Lothal. The world felt alien, perhaps because of its presence, or rather lack of one in the force, or perhaps because of sheer difference between it and Ossus, or Denon, either way it was an odd world. Corran had a plan now though, wherever anyone went in the galaxy where there was work to do, there would be Ryn, these aliens were known for a long time as thieves, though little more than nomads, sang and danced for workers with much clapping, only a couple years back they had been the most despised species one could find, but that was part of the way they acted, the Ryn Network was vast and well placed, they knew everything and were a thousand times more efficient than New Republic Intelligence or Imperial Spies.
Corran was going to try and find at least one of them who knew what was going on, before he felt someone grab him by the arm. A Ryn held onto him tightly trying to pull him through the crowds, Corran hesitantly allowed the Ryn to guide him through the camps, into a small stone structure, which Corran quickly realized was a bar. He was lead to a back table, sitting across from him was another Ryn, who seemed content to let the Jedi wonder at his identity, "Hello Corran Horn." The Ryn's voice was smooth, the voice of a politician rather than a soldier. "What do you want?"
"I want very little, this is about you and the Jedi." Corran found the speech patterns unsettlingly confident. "Very well, why am I here?" The Ryn sat back in his chair, "You are here because I believe I have information you need. Have you heard of Starkiller Base?" Corran shrugged, "No, what is it, another Death Star?" The Ryn nodded, "To all extents and purposes it is, just bigger and more dangerous." Corran sighed super weapons were no strange thing to him, "What are the empire doing this time then." The Ryn's hesitation was enough to tell him something was wrong with what he had said, "The weapon is not that of the Empire. It is built by the New Republic."
Again nothing too intense in this, and I've given another random end note to you, just for the sake of it, I actually have large portions of this story done, but this is here to ask if you think I should have a Leia scene where she is talking to the senate about Starkiller base, but I'm not sure. This story will converge into two basic storylines soon though, with some other characters sort of doing stuff off too the side.
OH, and I wanted to explain Tahiri's Role; She is the outside perspective, she doesn't know what's going on with everyone, she doesn't see it as an internal member of the order, she see's it from the eyes of an outsider, the crew take this a step further, you see different characters reactions to the story, and how they are dealing with that.
Thanks for the Reviews, they help quite a bit, I like input so I know what I should change, and how I can improve the stories, when I'm done with this story I will focus on a Tahiri Viela and Corran Horn story set on Nar Shadda before and around the events of Luke's death, focussing on Rogue Yuuzhan Vong, and the clear signs of the fall of the New Republic...
That's all... I talk way to much...