Dxun
"How soon can you get the ship up and running?" I snapped with a little more venom than I meant.
"I don't know, Princess, why don't you fix it and find out?" he retorted.
My mouth formed a tight line as I crossed my arms impatiently. Dxun was flooded with bad memories, and, of course, we'd been forced to land there because somebody started trying to shoot us out of the sky. "So what now?"
"I don't know. I picked up the signal of another ship landing here. Why don't you go and see who it is?" he said with a bit of a scathing tone.
"Fine."
I stormed out of the Ebon Hawk, resisting every fiber of my being that was screaming, No! Don't go out there! "Bao Dur! Visas!"
"I am here to serve-"
"Yes, General?" they said at almost the same time.
"You're with me. Let's go." I said, opening the hatch and jumping off the ship. A shiver went down my spine as I landed. Right over there, I killed four Mandalorians.
"You're remembering, aren't you?" Bao Dur asked quietly.
"I'd rather not talk about it. Let's just keep moving."
. . .
Mandalorian Camp
"So who are you supposed to be?" I asked the Mandalorian standing in front of me.
"I'm Mandalore, leader of the Mandalorians." he said proudly, holding his head up.
I raised an eyebrow. "That's not right. We killed Mandalore in the wars."
"Well, that one, yes. It's tradition that the strongest warrior succeeds the previous Mandalore. I happened to get the honor of having the job." he answered, if a bit icily.
"Still, what could you be leader of, anyway? You're all that's left."
"Not true." he said firmly. "We're all over the galaxy. I've been finding them and returning them to who they were supposed to be. Not these two-credit bounty hunters working for cheap pay. Honorable warriors, who took pride in the fight."
"Great, so now we can have warmongering idiots roaming the galaxy again." I said sarcastically. "At least when you're bounty hunters you don't do much damage. If you try to destroy the galaxy again, I will end you."
"Duly noted."
. . .
Onderon
"I used to love Onderon." I said sadly, looking around.
"But now..." Mira said, trailing off.
"Hate it." I told her, looking at all the turret guns and scared people attempting to look fine. "Hate it a lot. Everyone here is all, 'Help, help, I'm being oppressed!'"
"Hm. That sounds very 'Dark Jedi' of you." she observed.
I winced and backpeddled. "No, wait, I – I want to help these people. There's just... so many. It's worse than Nar Shaddaa."
"Well, when the entire government is at war with itself, I can imagine things get pretty tough." she said.
"Here we are. This is Dhagon Ghent's place." Mandalore said as we reached a house. Or, what passed as a house on Onderon.
"Well, let's have a little chat with him, shall we?" I said, opening the door. The house was empty.
"If you're looking for Ghent, you're not gonna find him in there." said a nearby scavenger.
I turned to look at him. "And why not?"
"He's been arrested. Convicted of murder."
"Who did he kill?" Mira demanded.
"I don't know, some Captain Suulio or something. You'll have to talk to the general or someone higher up." he said, moving on.
I sighed. "Great. Things aren't bad enough, I get to solve a murder. Awesome."
"Look on the bright side, at least it won't be boring." Mandalore put in.
"Oh, no. I'd love a good dose of boring right now."
. . .
Ebon Hawk
"Hey, you're back!" Atton said happily as I walked onto the ship.
"Cut the party. Is the ship ready to go?" I snapped.
"She'll fly."
"Great, let's go." I said, heading to the main room.
What's the rush?" he asked.
"Somehow, word got out that I'm apparently very dangerous, so every person on Onderon is hunting me right now." I said angrily. "I hate this freakin' planet!"
"Okay, where to?"
"Korriban."
He did a double-take. "The Sith planet?"
"I'll take my chances. Just get us over there." I commanded.
"Whatever you say, princess." he said resignedly, beginning to plot our course.
. . .
Ebon Hawk: Night
"Jess."
She was standing before him, her back turned. A deep red cloak with the hood up masked her visage, but he knew it was her. He could feel it. Slowly, almost tauntingly, she lowered her hood and turned towards him.
He took a step back in surprise and shock. Those eyes he knew, the chocolate brown he'd become so accustomed to, were no more, replaced by shining yellow. "There you are, Atton." she said, voice low and full of power. "I thought you'd never come."
He didn't like the look on her face, but at the same time, he couldn't resist it. She was giving him a small smile, a borderline smirk, with eyes heavily lidded. "I..."
"Will Jaq be joining us?" she asked, undoing the strings of her cloak and letting it fall. The breath caught in Atton's chest as he looked at her. Red dress, parts of it were see-through and her curves were unmistakeable, with gold jewelry. Even her hair was different. She wore it long and curled, with a jeweled band of metal adorning her hairline to keep the brown locks out of her face. At his silence, she continued. "Shame. I do so enjoy his company. No matter. Would you like some tea, Atton?" she asked, swirling the contents of a cup with the Force.
"N-no. No tea." he managed, still staring at her dark beauty in awe.
"That's alright." she said, coming towards him. "We can just skip to the good part."
The second her lips touched his and her hands glided across his body, he stopped being Atton. Jaq was back, attacking her hungrily. It wasn't so much passion as a need for domination, and that was something the Dark Jedi also wanted.
Atton sat up, ramrod straight. "No!" he cried to the empty room.
He could hear a low chuckling in his head. Poor, poor Atton. He likes his bad girls, but can't seem to rid himself of the goody-two-boots Jedi.
He threw the covers away in frustration, getting to his feet. Get out of my head, Jaq.
I can't. I'm you.
No. Not anymore. Not ever again.
You're so blind. You know if she wasn't so pure you'd be on her in a second.
That's not true. I respect her, something you'll never know.
Idiot, you think respect is the way to her heart? You are nothing to her. A simple pilot of the piece of schutta ship she's forced to use to save the galaxy. What you do doesn't matter. She will always be a Jedi princess, and you will always be a murdering thief.
"Atton?"
He came to a sudden halt, having not noticed the exile as he walked to the cockpit. "Huh?"
"Are you okay?" she asked, looking concerned. "You look like... I don't know, like you're angry about something."
"It's fine. I just had a bad dream." he assured her, trying to squeeze past her through the hallway.
She blocked his path. "Atton, you know I'll listen, right? Whatever you have to say, you can tell me."
"I appreciate the effort, Sweetheart, but you might want to keep your nose out of other people's business." he said harshly. "I don't pry into your oh-so-secret life, do I?"
She looked hurt as she took a step back. "Alright, fine, I withdraw the question. Go have fun with your stupid ship."
"Go play around with your stupid lightsaber."
"Fine."
"Fine."
They stared each other down for a moment, then pushed past one another rather roughly. "Piece of schutta." she muttered.
"Jumped-up princess." he cursed.
. . .
I hate Onderon. So much. You cannot fathom.
In other news, Atton's being a dick and Jess is oblivious to his interests and his alter ego. Business as usual. Sorry for updating so slowly, I'm losing my mojo for this and haven't played in a while. I have writer's A.D.D. and sometimes the going gets slow.