Chapter 9
The foreshadowing in prequels is really entertaining to write to say the least. Review, enjoy, comment, ect.
"Are your missions always this exciting?" Jason tried to scream over the blaster fire to Jedi. Jedi nodded his head before letting loose on the Imperials. "Great," Jason mumbled to the Bothan next to him, "Just what I love."
"At least your job never gets boring," the Bothan replied before popping up to fire. A blaster bolt went right threw his skull. Jason swore before lobbing another grenade. That left him, Jedi, the Togorian, the Kel-Dor, one human, and ironically the Imperial they had saved. It didn't look like they were getting out of this bind.
Jedi quickly and gruffly told the Togorian, "I got one grenade left and one clip. I'll drag them into that corner and you guys better run fast."
"You're going to die for three guys?" The Togorian asked, "We need everyone now!"
"We need you and what's left of the cell alive! Better me than all of you. Shoot straight and run fast!" He tossed the grenade as he rolled out from behind the barricade. He quickly began to unleash the last of his ammo as his uncomfortably exposed position of his last stand. Although the Force was on his side as a lone flashbang worked its way in behind the Imperials. Soon the discord and confusion that had destroyed the first assault took hold again with the Imperials. What remained quickly fell and it seemed the Rebel's defeat was against the Will of the Force.
"Who the hell…" Jason asked as the grenade that had unintentionally affected them as well wore off. "Boss was that you?"
Jedi recovered first to see who their savior had been. She knelt down next to him, "Glad to see me?" Sami asked cheerily.
"You have no idea," he replied, "How you get through the Imps?"
"I'm Mandalorian," she joked, "at that was without armor."
"When we get done I am getting you some, I promise. That and I'm sick of every guy staring at you." Sami laughed, "Jedi Commando, are you jealous?"
"Yes," he laughed. Jason walked over and joined them, "I thought I was supposed to be the funny one?"
"Now that we have something that might qualify as a squad rule one: we can all try stand up, and be better than you Dosii," Jedi replied. Jason crossed his arms, "Hey, I take great offense to any sign I am serious. So Sami you having fun?"
"Not really," she looked at the bodies reluctantly, "I'm Mandalorian but not a sadistic bitch."
"I thought all beautiful women were?" Jason replied as Jedi laughed. Sami sternly looked at Jason, "Not funny pal. Besides I just saved your shebse."
"Yeah and you need keep your amazingly sculpted ass out of mine line of fire." Jedi shut it down there, "Too far Dosii, we do have a mission to get done, and this is probably the worst place in the galaxy to flirt."
"I'll take my armor now," Sami sighed. Jedi nodded before going to check on the scant number of survivors. Jason quickly asked Sami, "Hey thought I overheard Jedi mentioning something about drawing their fire so we could get out. Next thing I know he jumps out of cover runs to the most isolated and unsafe area in the room. Why?"
"Jedi does what's right without any thought or question. He's selfless. I don't think he cares if he dies as long as he saves someone else and does what's right."
"He's a good guy isn't he? I mean, really morally superior a… never mind I like him too much." Sami shrugged, "He'd never say he's mister perfect, mister light side but trust me, his name is Jedi for a reason."
"No shit."
"I have some friends on Mandalore, Jedi's relatives and I guess you could call them my mentors, they always seem a bit pissed at Jedi."
"He's good at making enemies I assume, just like yours truly." He grinned. Sami shrugged, "I don't think so, he gets along find with them, besides aliit ori'shya tal'din. Anyway I always thought they were angry at his Jedi worship, I mean his name IS Jedi Commando."
"Part of him?"
"I don't know he chose it, ask him, actually don't. He hates talking about that."
"I thought he didn't hate anything or anyone. I mean I thought all love." Sami shrugged, "No clue, but the point is I think his family is pissed because he unintentionally is a hero. I mean I'll admit I've only been fighting with him for a few months and know him enough to trust him but I don't know the guy that well…"
"I think he wants to know you well. I sure as hell do."
"Shut up."
"You're welcome." Sami gave a flirty grin to Jason, Jason gave a cheesy grin back. She asked, "Jason?"
"Yes babe?"
"Can you think with your head other than your gear?"
"I like thinking with that…" Sami just shook her, this guy could be annoying. "Just stop there, please."
"Ok fine but…" Jason always took things to far, he liked it. Though there was something he actually felt a need to ask, "but you're totally crushing on him."
"Wha…no! I'd never...I mean…I…err...well...had a bad breakup and I'm definately not going back there just yet." She turned around and went to join Jedi and the Togorian. Jason shook his head and laughed to himself. This would be far more entertaining than his last employement oppertunity. Then he thought he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and quickly drew his blaster with a flick of the wrist. As he pointed it at the man that had come in, "Eh, I'm becoming Corellian. Well that sucks."
"Watch where you point that thing, I'm on your side."
"You don't look it," the Togorian walked over followed closely by the survivors. The man had an imperial officer's uniform on, but nothing that distinctly identified him as an Imperial. "Look," the man said with his hands held up, "I want to defect. I've seen what the Empire will do, I hate it," he slowly lowered one hand and took out something from his pocket and slid it across the floor to the Rebels, "That has some intel the Rebels would love. Look you arrest me or whatever, do whatever your protocol states just believe me."
"I don't." The Togorian snarled. Jedi shrugged, "I do. Welcome to the good guys. You got a way out."
"Well they found the back but you got most of them in that last assault. I have to say it was impressive." Jason mockingly applauded himself. Jedi just acknowledged the praise with a quick nod. The defector continued, "The main entrance is open now, they don't have the man power to cover it and they doubt you'll take it on."
"Alright," Jedi motioned to the injured stormtrooper on the ground, "take him out. get him to a medcenter or something because you can just walk out. Meshla, go with him and make sure he's not lying. We'll wait here."
"Yes sir," Ita grinned. Mandalorian armor that wasn't his Imperial counterpart was a welcome sight although he wasn't going to identify himself as one. They didn't need to know until after he knew they didn't want to blast him to oblivion. He walked over to the wounded imperial with a slight spring in his step before he knelt down and picked his former brother-in-arms up and threw the man's arm around his neck. "After you."
The girl nodded and they went out the back way, the way Jedi and Jason had snuck in originally. As they reached the end it was apparent Ita hadn't lied, "I'll see you on the other side," he said. Sami nodded. She waited for a few minutes to check they got out. As soon as she was about to return to the others to tell them it was safe a reflection caught her attention. It was Mandalorian, Sami swallowed, she only knew a handful of fellow Mandalorians that would join the Empire, and she was almost entirely sure who this one was. The gold armor, proudly polished, was extremely conspicuous. The man turned to yell at one of his subordinates and faced Sami a bit better a bit better to show he had a scar running straight down the middle of his face.
"Osik," Sami swore as her face went pale. There weren't many things that scared her, but as she quickly fumbled for her blaster she realized Davik Kyram was one. She tried to line up a shot but her usually steady arm was subtly trembling. She swore again as she quickly backed away to get back to the others. Being around anyone else would be an improvement right now.
Notes:
Aliit Ori'shya tal'din-Family is more than a bloodline
Shebse-butts/asses
Osik-crap, shit
