7: A New Life

So this is it, Rowan thought. I'm dying, I'm really, truly, dying. She wasn't scared, as that wouldn't help anything, but she was still a little sad. Interrupting her reverie was a snarl from the Sith lord she held on to.

"Oops," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "forgot all about you, Hoodie. Mind if I call you that, Hoodie?"

"You will end," he growled in reply, "You will all end."

"Well," she replied, "You're going down with us, Hoodie. By the way, how does your hood stay in place? I would think since we're-" There was a thumping noise, and Rowan and the Sith landed in a speeder. The driver jumped up, knocking the Sith off. He turned, preparing to fight Rowan also.

"Not a good idea, buddy," she said warily. " 'cause last time I checked, no one is driving."

"You better buckle up then, sweetheart," he grumbled as he slipped back into the pilot seat.

"And I may or may not kill you when we land," he added.

"Okay," she said, unconcerned. "Thanks for the heads up."

The stranger landed the speeder near a spaceport, and grabbing Rowan by the arm, pulled her out as he exited. Shoving her into a dark corner, the man pulled out a blaster and aimed it to her head.

"Listen up," he snarled, "I don't know who you are, where you are from, or why you fell into my speeder, but I could use another set of hands on this hunt, so you're going to help me."

"And if I don't?" Rowan replied calmly.

"Then you'll have a few holes in that pretty little head of yours." Rowan hesitated to answer.

I could knock this guy out, she thought. I'm a kriffing Jedi!

Suddenly, the wind rushed out of her, as she realized a harsh truth. But, I'm not.

"I don't have all karking day, sweetheart," the stranger grumbled, pressing the blaster tighter against her skull.

"Alright, Mister," she said, taking a deep breath, "You've got yourself a partner."

"Good," he replied, putting away his blaster. "Didn't really want to kill you anyway." The two stepped out of the corner, and Rowan walked beside the man.

"So," she said, "I'm guessing that we're going to your ship."

"That's right," he replied as they came upon a large starfighter, "And here she is. I'd like to introduce you to Slave I." Rowan folded her arms in front of her chest, nodding in approval.

"Not bad," she said, "Although it could use a bit of cleaning up." Opening the hatch, the stranger entered the ship, beckoning for Rowan to follow.

Seated in the cockpit, the man fired up the engines, and soon they were off, blasting out of the system. The man set the coordinates for hyperspace, and, once they were traveling through it, he relaxed in his seat. Looking at the mysterious woman he had just partnered up with, he had to admit that she was quite attractive.

"Um," he said, awkwardly trying to make conversation, "I don't believe we were properly introduced." Rowan snorted.

"Hardly."

"Right," the man replied. "What's your name?"

"Uh…." Rowan said, trying to make up a name on the spot, "Um, Ghyron. Kaldonna Ghyron."

"Nice to meet you, Kaldonna. I'm Fett. Jango Fett."


A few hours later, Rowan and Jango touched down on a desert-like planet. As they exited the ship, Rowan coughed on the sand blowing up into her nose. "Hey," she called out hoarsely, "You know when I can get one of those helmets? You know, to keep the sand out?"

"Use your shirt," Jango replied gruffly, looking down at his Holopad. "We'll be at our destination shortly, and then you can breathe." Grumbling, Rowan did use her shirt to filter out the dust and sand. Walking past sand dune, after sand dune, after sand dune, she wondered if the desolate environment would ever end. Trekking to the top of a particularly large sand dune, Rowan almost couldn't believe her eyes when she saw a gleaming beacon of civilization.

"A-" she gasped, "A spaceport?!" Jango rolled his eyes under his helmet.

"So it would seem," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Wait," she said, turning towards him. "Why didn't we just land in the spaceport?"

"Well, genius," he replied, "My ship is quite unique. And illegal on most systems. Getting apprehended for illegal modifications will not help us in the slightest."

Approaching the entrance, Rowan made note of the spaceport's name. Mos Eisley, she mouthed.

"So," she asked, "Why are we here, exactly?" Jango put a finger to where his lips would be under his helmet.

"Wait," he said quietly, "Until we're sure that we're not being listened to." They came upon an inn, displaying the name of "The Bronze Bothan." Stepping inside, Jango walked calmly up to the check-in desk.

" I belive that I rented a room here."

"Name?" the protocol droid asked.

"Jair Zainab," Jango replied smoothly, giving the droid a room card.

"Welcome back, Mr. Zainab," the droid said. Rowan and Jango walked up to the room together, trying to avoid eye contact.

Ugh, Rowan whined mentally, of all the characters in the galaxy, I have to hook up with a nasty, dirty, dishonorable-

"Are you coming in, or not?" Jango said impatiently, holding the door open for her.

"Oh," she said, jolted out of her thoughts. "Yeah, sure." The room was small and dirty, with a tiny, uncomfortable-looking bed in the corner. The only other peices of furniture were a nasty sink, a hard looking chair, and a tacky floor lamp.

"Wow," Rowan muttered. "Classy." Jango scowled.

"In the buisness, this is what we call 'laying low'. Now, are you sleeping on the bed or the chair?"

"The chair," Rowan said quickly, not wanting to take any risks. After all, she barely knew this guy.

"Good," he nodded. stretching himself out on the bed-meets-metal-rack. Rowan, thinking that he fell right to sleep, flopped down into the chair. Oops, make that a rock made to look like a chair. Attempting to get comfortable, she was just about to fall asleep when Jango's voice startled her.

"Tomorrow, if there's time, we'll get you some gear. No fluffy-headed little girl is going to accompany me on a hunt. I'll make a bounty hunter of you yet." Rowan's heart rate quickened. For some reason, she felt that this was the path the Force wished her to take. Trying to snuggle into the chair-shaped rock, she eventually fell asleep; but Jango, still wide-awake, couldn't help but notice that "Kaldonna" was very pretty while she slept.


By the way, when I was trying to find a fake name for Ro, I found this totally awesome site that generates random star wars names for males and females! I highly recommend it for you OC makers out there! (By the way, did you see the picture change? hehe, I'm so sneaky) Until next time,

-Love, Reandrolai

4-21-15 Update: I've decided to go back and add a little more meat to some of my chapters, so check on them when you can! And Shout-out to Rosiethehobbit17 for your helpful suggestions, I totally agree!