Chapter 7

What a hot kick-ass chick can get you

"Well," Jedi began, "looks like your friend's intel was good except if he's pulling a move on my coworker he better be telling the truth."

"Guess who he got from," Jason winked, "and secondly coworker really? I mean I think anyone who saw her would give you whatever you wanted." They both let out a low chuckle. Although Scar's intel had been great, it had been explicit with the large contingent of stormtroopers waiting to quash the cell once and for all. The war had just begun and the Empire was eager to destroy it before it evolved into any large movement. Only a select few are willing to risk their lives to overthrow a tyrant and Jedi was one. He turned to Jason, "You want to figure out how to get in there?"

"You're the boss." He shrugged, "I just suggest going in and blowing everything up. If you don't want that it's your problem." Jedi went back to scanning the imperial lines. He took a long look at their formations, their tactics. There weren't many opening and time was of the essence, except it took one tiny opening and Jedi pointed it out to Jason. After a rather brief and frank explanation Jedi turned to Jason and asked, "Ready?"

"After you my king," Jason responded. Jedi stood up and snuck from their current point to the breach in the line. They stood in an alley and Jedi spoke, "Remember, quickly and quietly. No blasters. A quick knife in the back and we're in."

"Yeah yeah," Jason took out a switch blade, "after you."

Jedi went in first, hiding in the shadows, making sure they couldn't see him in the artificial lights of Coruscant's entertainment district. There were six stormtroopers and an officer. Jedi and Jason were upon the group in a matter of seconds, six of the seven were dead before they could react. One of Jason's lunges had missed its mark. The man groaned in pain, "Osik," Jedi cursed, "Jason why did you miss?"

"I thought that was his kidney," he replied with a sigh, "sorry about that pal."

"Yeah," the stormtrooper sneered, "you…arhgg…better be."

"Undesii," Jedi replied, "We won't kill you, well not now at least. Don't worry you'll be patched up and on our side by the end of the week."

"Oh I hope not." Jedi lifted the man over his shoulder, "Dosii, cover us."

"Elek." They snuck into the compound only to meet one very edgy Bothan. "Hey," the guard yelled, "No one passes, especially no one with an Imp. scumbag!"

"Look buddy, calm down," Jedi said, "I'm a rebel just like you and I think we can all agree we're the good kind of scum."

"They why did you bring him," the guard ask quizzically. Jedi responded with another question, "Why did you join the Rebellion?"

"To save the galaxy," he answered proudly. Jedi nodded, "exactly, because the Empire has been screwing the galaxy. We have to do what's right; we aren't going to be the murders they are, and that means saving this di'kut. Now can we get going? I'm here to get you guys out of here and now keep him alive."

The Bothan thought for a moment, "Alright, you're right we need to keep fighting the good fight. Follow me."

The Bothan then lead Jedi and Jason into the father part into the building to a room with what remained of the cell. Excluding the Bothan there were only a dozen left, five humans, a horned Zabrak, a Kel Dor, a reptilian Barabel, a Mon Calamari, a Quarran, a near-human Mirialan, and the leader Jedi had come for, a Togorian. Although there was no real distinction from the mass of different species, they were fighting together, brothers in arms, it didn't matter what they were. "Sir," the Bothan addressed his commander, "Looks like we got some backup."

"Well," the feline Togorian stood up and grinned at the one in Mandalorian armor, "I'll be damned. We got the mando'ade with us."

"Nice to see a vod," Jedi replied, "Hey could you take this guy and give him some meds."

"I would ask why you saved him but I'm guessing its ijaat." He motioned for two of the humans to take the wounded stormtrooper off Jedi's shoulder. Jedi shrugged, "Sure, I was thinking it was a nice thing to do. Although I have something more important to discuss."

The pair continued to discuss business in Mando'a. The Bothan looked at Jason and inquired, "What that about?"

"Mandalorians naturally tried to kick their asses a long time ago, like we do with everyone else. The Togorians fought back ferociously and we naturally, were impressed. They're some of the first non-Taung, original Mandos, or non-humans to join the Mandalorians. Needless to say we get along well although I don't know of many of them speaking our amazing language."

"You learn something new every day," the Bothan shrugged. Jedi and the Togorian finished their conversation. "No," the Togorian said firmly, "You can't take me out alone. I'm not leaving my men."

"Agreed," Jedi nodded his consent, "I'm not going to leave anyone behind, and after all I saved that joker." He motioned over at the wounded stormtrooper. "I just told you my orders, not what I planned to do. We're all here to fight for freedom and we all deserve to get out of here."

Then Jedi heard a buzz over his comm. "Hold that thought," he then switched to his comm. "Hello?"

"Jedi its Sami." Sami came through on the other end. "Looks like Jason's little friend decided to screw us."

"Aww, he didn't do anything even with a night with you?" Jedi replied. Sami said sarcastically, "I was so amazed I'm renouncing all my mando'ade ijaat for some idiot."

"Don't worry I'll make it worth your while. You're ok I assume?" Jedi replied. She laughed, "Please, I hate to be disappointed by Jason or whatever his name is. Besides, I gave that guy another scar, I think, I better check on him. Don't ask what happened to his thugs."

"Alright, get out of there and meet me at the spaceport."

"Ok, oh and Jedi, you got ten minutes. You can thank me later." He shrugged, "Your welcome," he then turned to Jason, "Your pal just lied to us a tried to make a move on my sniper."

"No surprise there," Jason rolled his eyes, "Tell her I'll make it up to her, I know she doesn't want him."

"I already did and she beat the osik out of him." Jason laughed, "Mesh'la bal naasad laandur. What else can you ask for?"

"You still have no chance buddy," Jedi turned to the Togorian, "Ok listen up; the plastic boys are breaching. Take up a defensive position, we're gonna hold them off, we're gonna make them pay. I'm a soldier and a Mandalorian, I'm not good with public speaking but I sure as hell am good at fighting. So let's show them they choose the wrong guys to mess with."

A quick cheer went up from the ragtag group of Rebels as the prepped for entry, blasters ready, ready to give their lives for the greater good, prepared to take on whatever the Empire threw at them.

Notes:

Elek-yes

Di'kut-moron

Osik-crap

Mando'ade ijaat- Mandalorian honor

Mesh'la bal naasad laandur- Beautiful and not delicate (tough). Delicate is actually an insult to a Mando chick so that's why Jason uses it instead of just saying tough.