AN- Well now. It has been a while since I have updated this story. Hey, for those of you guys who really want to read more with Fire and the rest of the crew, I have a DeviantART exclusive mini-series on the way. The working title is "The Adventures of a few Teenage Padawans". Yea, like I said. Working title! So, this chapter is going to be more of a series of flashbacks so y'all can get some insight into her past. These will be the major events that I have plotted on my little "timeline" of her life. I do that for all my OCs. Yes, I'm crazy, I know. Well, on with the show.
Chapter Eight (better known as the collection of flashbacks)
-Four Years Old
Fire toddled over to her mother, sucking her thumb and peering out from behind her mother's skirt. Momma was talking with the strange man, the man who wanted to take Bubby away. Bubby, that's what she called her brother. Bubby was sad, but wanted to go and leave Fire and Momma behind on the dusty planet they lived on.
"Bubby!" she cried out as he left with the strange man. He turned and looked back at her and Momma.
"I'll be back for you one day, sis. Don't worry! I'll get you and Mom out of here!" he called out to them before walking away. Fire started crying as she watched him walk away. Momma picked her up and took her into the house to explain to her why Bubby needed to go away with the strange man.
-Seven Years Old
Fire muttered a word she had learned from the traders in the space port as she cut her hand working on a stupid droid. Why couldn't her master see that she wasn't good with machines? She liked flying more than this stupid job.
"Hey kid! Come 'ere for a minute!" a man yelled to her. Fire stood and walked quickly inside, nursing the wound.
"This is your slave!?" he said to her master, "You have a child working here?"
"Of course!" Master said, "Her older brother used to work here before the Jedi came and took him."
"I'll buy her. Anything to get this poor kid out of here," the man said. Turning to Fire, he saw her hand. "Come here. I won't hurt you. My name's Solo. Thrash Solo, but most people call me Ash."
She walked over to him slowly, but when she saw he wasn't going to hurt her, she ran over to him. Fire looked up at the furry beast standing behind him.
"Who's that?" she asked, long since having mastered basic Huttese.
"His name's Tarrful. He's gonna help you, okay?" Ash said. Fire nodded but then stopped.
"What about my mom? Can she come with, too?" she asked. Ash looked down at her.
"Who's your mom?" he asked.
"I am," Fire's mom said, walking in with an armful of supplies. "And I heard everything. If you want to take Fire with you, you'll have to ask her. I won't decide her life for her. I couldn't even do that with my son."
"Do you want to go with us, Fire?" Ash asked her. Fire nodded happily.
"Momma? Can you come with too?" she asked hopefully.
"I'm afraid not, sweetie. I've got to stay here. You can go. Be free and away from here," her mom said calmly, but somehow, Fire could tell she was really sad and would miss her.
"Okay, momma. If you want me to," Fire said, allowing Ash to lead her off. Fire led him to her mom's house and grabbed a small bag of stuff. Ash gently led her off to the spaceport, where they got on a ship and left Tatooine forever.
-Nine Years Old
Kal Skirata glanced at the group of a hundred or so teenagers in front of him. They all looked exactly the same and in the same clothing. But they were different. They were commandos, the finest of all the troopers being trained here.
He was about to start the lesson when Ordo, his adopted son, came over to him.
"Um, Sergeant, we have a bit of a problem," he said, stepping aside to reveal a small blond girl standing behind her. She was fiddling with a small pistol, seemingly unaware of what her hands were doing.
"Hello ad'ika. Why are you here?" he asked her. She answered in perfect Basic.
"My name's Fire. And I'm here 'cause the ship I was on got shot just as we went into hyperspace and we wound up here," she said calmly.
"Well then, Fire. How old are you?"
"Nine. I'm nine, Sergeant," she replied.
A few of the boys in front of him snickered.
"Well, you're one smart ad'ika. Was there anybody else with you?"
"Yea," she replied, "I'm the copilot, while the pilot's a Wookie. I pushed him into an escape pod, though, but didn't have time to get in one myself. He was unconscious and wounded, so I decided he got the better pod."
"The better pod?" Ordo asked.
"Yea. The actual escape pod instead of the cargo hauler that happens to be made for asteroids," she replied stiffly. Skirata pointed her to a place in the lineup of boys.
"Why don't you join the class today while we try to find you somewhere to go? When you leave this planet, you can't ever speak of it, got it?" Skirata ordered her.
"Yes sir, I do," she replied before taking her place in line. She and a trooper named Fi struck it off instantly, pulling pranks on the others throughout the class time and joking with each other. It soured for a split second when he asked her where she was from and she only replied "The land of hell" before going to shoot at a target with the pistol she had been fiddling with earlier. Other than that, Skirata decided she was pretty handy and that she could stay.
-Eleven Years Old
Fire snuck through the hallways, looking for Fi's bunk. When she found it, she crouched next to it and poked him in the side, hard. He shook awake and turned to face her. He noticed her outfit first, which was her armor that she had gotten.
"What are you doing, Fire?" he muttered groggily.
"Shh!" she hissed at him before handing him a note on a piece of flimsi, "I need you to get this to Buir in the morning okay? Tell him not to be mad at me and that I won't ever tell anyone about Kamino. I'll be back. I promise."
Fi rolled over in his bunk to face her, suddenly alert.
"You know he may never forgive you for running off like this?" he said, strangely serious.
"Yea, I know. I need to do some stuff first. Don't you worry. We'll see each other again, someday," she whispered before running towards the door. Jango Fett waited for her at his ship.
"You sure you wanna do this?" he asked. Fire nodded once and stepped aboard his ship. Fett sighed and went to start the engines. When they took off, Fire decided to try to get some sleep.
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Fire woke up just as they hit the atmosphere of Coruscant. She yawned and pulled her helmet on, stepping over to look out the viewport.
"I know I've seen better views," she said. Jango chuckled slightly.
"Yep. So have I," he said before landing the ship and turning to her.
"Good luck in the big world, kid!" he said as the ramp lowered. She walked down it and made her way to the nearest taxi station.
She whistled pretty loudly and was almost hit by a taxi.
"Sorry, kid!" the driver said, obviously scared, "I-I didn't mean to h-hit you!"
"Hey man, it's alright. No one got hurt," she said calmly. He was shaking as she got into the taxi and asked her what her destination was.
"Senate Building, please," she said politely, like her mom and Buir had taught her to.
"Hope you ain't planning to kill anyone," the other passenger said. He looked like a Senator, but Fire couldn't be sure.
"No sir, I ain't. My mother raised me better than that," Fire said, "I got a job offer a few months ago and decided to take the person up on it."
"Well then," the man said, "I am Senator Rush Clovis."
"Fire Skirata," she said in reply. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing else for the rest of the ride to the Senate Building.
When they got there, Fire nodded to the driver and tipped him generously with what little money she currently had on her. She stepped onto the lift with a few other people, two of which were carrying on a loud argument, and pressed the button for the 50th floor. They were on the ground floor. Oh, this was gonna be a long day.
"Will you please shut the kriff up!" she snapped. The pair of arguers stared at her in shock, surprised that someone would speak to them like that.
"Who are you?" one of them said. It was a man and a woman who were arguing about something or another.
"Fire Skirata," she replied frostily. The pair exchanged a glance.
"I'm sorry," the woman said, "I'm Mon Mothma and this is Bail Organa. We have an annoying tendency to get into arguments over the smallest things. He blames it on the stress."
"I would too," Fire said, "It's nice to meet both of you. Seriously, I would totally blame the stress. I've met a few Senators before and they all seemed really stressed about their jobs."
"True," Organa said, looking thoughtful. That's when they reached the 50th floor.
"Well, see y'all later!" she said cheerfully as she made her way to the office of the new representative of Naboo. She pressed the door chime and waited. A silver protocol droid greeted her at the door and led her in. She waited in the waiting area while the droid went to retrieve Senator Amidala.
"Hello, Senator," Fire said, inclining her head as the Senator walked into the room.
"Hello, Fire," Amidala said, "And it's just Padmé."
"Of course, Padmé," Fire replied, "I'm here to take you up on that job offer you made me when we met on Alderaan."
"Are you sure?" Padmé asked, "You may have to do things you don't really like, if you hate politics like you did a couple of years ago."
"At that point, then I'll get another cup of caf to calm myself down to a manageable level," Fire joked. Padmé laughed and then sighed.
"Are you sure?" she asked again, "I mean, this won't be easy and I know you have a temper when it comes to people like some of the Senators here."
Fire laughed, "Then I'll simply tell them something I tell my brothers all the time. It's a Mandalorian insult that they won't be able to understand."
Padmé grinned and then nodded her head, "Alright. You get the job!"
Fire hugged Padmé, "Thank you so much!"
Padmé just smiled and hugged her back, "You're welcome."
AN- So, here is where the story truly begins. There are many more important points in her life, but these are the most important, I think. If you guys want to see more flashbacks, just ask me some questions and I'll throw them in where they're relevant in the story. Well, I'll try to have a new chapter up at the beginning of the school year.