Chapter 11
Reunion & Calling
"Rise my friend."
The voice was the same, always the same. Even here, so many hundreds of light-years from his current position the voice remained the same. To any ignorant observer who heard this voice they may consider it the one of a kindly old man, or perhaps a grandfather figure, a sweet, soft voice which was calm and benevolent.
Lord Vader, of course, knew better. The kind and gentle old man was just a facade, an act to lead his allies and enemies into a sense of security. That was how Dantius Palpatine was able to ascend through the ranks of the ineffective bureaucracy of the Galactic Republic to become Senator of Naboo and then Supreme Chancellor of the million world strong Galactic Republic. That was how he had gained so many executive and emergency powers when the Clone Wars broke out. His grandfatherly facade hid a devious and brilliant mind, one which was continuously working, who trusted no one and saw everyone as a pawn which would be eliminated once its purpose had been served.
At least now his face mirrored his dark intentions.
There were only a handful of people who knew the truth, that he had orchestrated so much in order to gain his dream, a dream which all Sith had had before him. The dream of conquering the galaxy and bringing it under the rule of the Sith. He had just taken a more roundabout approach than his predecessors, an approach which had been in planning for almost a millennium. He already had the majority of the senate under his thumb, either through bribes, blackmailing or even eliminating those he could no control over and replacing them with susceptible puppets that he could easily control.
As Darth Sidious he had rallied the equally corrupt Separatists. He removed potential enemies who could hinder his plan, replacing the heads of the major corporations who backed the Confederacy with their private armies with weak minded and easily manipulated puppets. The Trade Federation, the Techno Union, the Banking clans, unhappy planetary governments, independence movements, far-right radicals, all were chess pieces in his game.
And when their usefulness had run its course he made sure they were eliminated swiftly and without evidence. When he knew that he could create his orders millennia long dream of a galactic empire he manipulated the Jedi into acting against him, using him and his weaknesses as the catalyst to begin it all. When the Jedi were eliminated and vilified as traitors he turned his sights on the Separatists, removing them.
Vader had done so willingly. He had betrayed the order he had become a part of, allowed his friends to be butchered and even took part in the massacre, and it was a massacre.
The Jedi never knew what hit them.
The majority weren't even aware of the High Councils move against Sidious. By the time they knew what had happened the Clones were already there, killing indiscriminately. Across the galaxy clones gunned down their Jedi commanders and generals. Years of fighting alongside them, eating, laughing and sparring with them had done nothing more than made the clones want to end their lives as quickly and with as little pain as possible.
Most probably never saw it coming.
And Vader allowed it, for the person he loved who he had killed with his own hands.
Looking back he would have changed that. If he were given one more chance he would have killed Sidious in that room, when he stood before him and proclaimed that he was the Sith Lord. For all Vader knew it was him who had implanted those dreams into his mind. It was too late now. He had set himself on a course which he would take.
He had chosen this path, and he would see it through.
"No," she shouted as she lashed out again and again, frustration growing as he keenly intercepted every slash and strike. "You can't be him. The Anakin Skywalker I knew was kind, smart and brave, willing to put his life on the line for a friend in need. You aren't him!"
"And how do you know him, the real him?"
"I fought beside him, when you fight beside a person you get to know him very well," she replied bitingly as she continued her relentless assault. "The Anakin Skywalker I remember wasn't a coward who went to a madman for power, he wasn't a man who stabbed friends in the back and he wasn't a murderer of children incapable of defending themselves!"
He squashed down his guilt and hid it away. Seeing one of his friends of his former life had been more difficult that he had originally thought. She hadn't aged a day either. How long had it been since he had seen her, six months or perhaps a year?
"You were my brother Anakin. I loved you!"
Obi-Wan's voice rang through his ears and Vader suppressed a snarl. He took that little piece that was still Anakin Skywalker and locked it away before looking up to face the holographic image of his new master.
He was a Sith now, the second of this man and the man who would eventually kill him.
That was enough for now.
"I sensed a great disturbance in the force." Palpatine said simply, his wrinkled scarred visage the same as it ever was, "A great power which sent shockwaves through the force."
"Yes my master." Vader replied with a visible nod. He was not surprised Sidious already knew something was wrong, his ability to see the force made him aware of many instances across the galaxy before even the best of the newly reformed Imperial Intelligence could confirm it. "A new threat has appeared, a young man who has powers beyond what I have ever seen."
"Hmm, intriguing," The newly appointed Emperor seemed to be in deep contemplation. "He is strong in the force. His very presence is sending ripple effects across time and space. Such strength could make him a powerful ally, or a powerful enemy."
"Yes my master."
"You have faced him, yes?"
"I have."
"And he lives?"
A flash of motion too fast for the eye to see was the only warning the Dark Lord received before he reappeared, well within his defences, an orb of electric blue energy formed on his outstretched palm and slamming into Vaders abdomen with incredible force. He felt armour crack and a great sharp pain before he was thrown back, roaring in surprise and agony as he spun out of control across the chamber and slammed into the wall at the other side, leaving a crater in the concrete before slumping to the ground.
As soon as the change came it went.
"Sorry, but like I said I'm in a hurry."
"Yes, my master."
"A powerful force indeed," Sidious was once again thoughtful before speaking again. "If he eluded you then he must be a warrior of some regard. What were you able to see with your eyes, Lord Vader?"
"A man," Vader replied, looking up at his master with an unflinching gaze. "A man, who was capable of wielding a sword with skill and grace, could create clones of himself, manipulate the elements to his will and even make the force tangible."
Sidious looked mildly uncertain by his statement, frowning openly. "Tangible, you say?"
"Yes my lord. I saw him create a sphere of pure energy with his hand, and it was capable of breaking my armour." He brushed his draped black cloak aside, showing the condition of his cratered and cracked black armour. "He is a force to be reckoned with, but I sense that he can be manipulated with the proper application."
"There is darkness in him." Sidious said simply and Vader bowed in affirmative to the Emperors statement.
"I am unsure of where it originated, but there is darkness." Vader was not as gifted with seeing the darkness within a being, though he almost instinctually knew it by reflex. "It felt like darkness born from suffering and great emotional pain, a sudden and tremendous loss. I also felt emptiness within him, the same emptiness which is common once ones need for vengeance has been sated."
"He is a warrior then."
"Yes my master." Vader paused for a moment before continuing. He would remain quiet about the Murr Talisman and his failure to retrieve it, though he had doubts if the Emperor was oblivious to his efforts. "He escaped in the company of three Jedi knights, two women and a man."
The Emperors brow creased. "So he is in the company of Jedi survivors?"
"Yes, my master."
"If he joins them he could become a dangerous enemy."
"But if he could be turned, he would make a powerful ally."
"Yes," Sidious said softly. "His past pain could be used to sway him to our cause. All we need is a catalyst. Tell me, do you know of his name?"
"Naruto," Vader answered. "Naruto Uzumaki."
"And the Jedi," Sidious continued. "Do you know any of them?"
"Only one," the dark lord replied. "Aayla Secura."
"Will she be alright?"
The three of them were in the medical bay, looking down at the form lying on the bed, breather mask in place and cables puncturing her arms, hooked up to the mobile life support unit on the back wall. Her breathing was still shallow, but it was no longer laboured and the continuous beep of her heart on the monitor made them aware that her pulse had at least stabilised. Aayla had also changed her clothes, and placed her in a white gown.
"It's difficult to say," Aayla replied to the Jedi Masters question, looking over the continuous stream of information from her handheld datapad. "All that I can tell you is that right now she is stable, but she is also suffering from acute hibernation sickness, if what you said was accurate and she could barely move."
"It was," Naruto replied, leaning against the door frame to the medical centre, looking a little uncomfortable in the white walled room. His attempt to look aloof and uncaring didn't help. "The moment the talisman removed itself from her neck she was unable to move, and she later collapsed. I was unsure if she could even see or hear me."
"That sounds about right." Aayla nodded to herself. "The usual symptoms of hibernation sickness are stiff muscles, numbness, loss of hearing and sight and muscle weakness. It's just a theory but if we're right and she's been in suspended animation for millennia then the effects would be considerably more severe, without the talisman she would have probably died."
"So when the Sith spirit split from her it triggered a relapse." Jennir muttered thoughtfully. "Her body took the full on effects of the sickness. If Naruto wasn't able to get her to a medical centre then she would have probably completely lost her senses of sight and hearing, as well as severe muscle deterioration and stiffness."
"Sounds bad,"
"That's an understatement." Aayla chastised lightly. "It's a good thing that this ship has an onboard Bacta tank, or I wouldn't have been able to save her."
"Who is she anyway?" Jennir asked.
"Someone from a very long time ago," Naruto replied as he looked her over. She still looked awfully pale. "Maybe she'll be able to tell us when she wakes up, if she wakes up."
"It's not our most pressing concern at the moment." Aayla sighed before looking at her superior. "Will they be able to follow us?"
"I made an additional two hyperspace jumps after we escaped, and the tracking system has been disabled."
"Did you ever hear of an off-switch?" Naruto asked.
Jennir shrugged. "The lightsaber was more permanent."
"And flashy," the blond pointed out.
"We still need to get off of this ship though," Aayla cut in before someone started an argument. "This is still an Imperil military vessel with an Imperial transponder code. It will be very dangerous for us to continue using it unless someone knows of a place where it can be changed."
"What about your contacts?" Naruto inquired. "Not like I know much about jacking an Imperial transport, but shouldn't you have contacts with the criminal element from your time as an undercover operative?"
"I do," Aayla replied. "But I wouldn't trust any of them with a Republic credit let alone a whole ship. There is a bounty of both me and Jennir's head, and you might get one after this."
"A bounty," Naruto pondered before smiling widely. "Cool."
"It's not cool," Aayla chastised mildly, giving him a look. "It means that you will be a wanted felon, bounty hunters will start coming after you as well as many other things."
"You're a wanted felon, so by sticking with you I would have become a wanted man sooner or later," the blond pointed out. He raised his hands in surrender when Aayla leaned forward with a look. He knew that look, and he knew he would never win against her in a verbal argument when she had that look.
"Idiot," she breathed.
"In any case," Jennir interrupted. "We're on our own now. The Uhumele and her crew are long gone, and I don't know where they'll be going."
"Yeah, about that." Both Dass and Aayla looked at Naruto, who fished into the right inside pocket of his coat and took out a folded scrap of paper. "Will this help?"
Jennir took the paper and opened it, looking over scribbled handwriting which had to be from Ratty or Crys when she was in a hurry. It was a line of numbers and letters, and he knew within a second of reading them that they were hyperspace coordinates. Aayla looked over his shoulder, knowing exactly what it was within a second of reading the mess.
"Crys gave me that before I left," Naruto stated, placing his hands behind his head as he leaned against the bulkhead. "Exact words were 'Lose this and I will kill you' or something like that. I'm guessing coordinate for a rendezvous with your girlfriend Jennir."
It took a moment for the statement to sink in, but when it did the Jedi Master sputtered. They were so easy to read, these Jedi, almost like they had never knew what falling in love with someone could do to the psyche of a normal being. Just being in Hinata's presence when he realised his feelings for her and her feelings for him was enough.
"She's not my girlfriend." He sputtered.
"Could have fooled me," Naruto replied as he turned around and left the ward. "Come on lover boy, let's get to these coordinates. Aayla, could you keep an eye on our comatose friend?"
"Leave her to me."
Naruto knew the feeling, though he didn't know it often, and he knew with growing fear and trepidation of one thing. He was starting to get those feeling when he was around Aayla, and it terrified him. As he walked to the cockpit he cursed Murr, and Vader, and even Morne even though he knew she didn't deserve it. The woman in the hospital bed was just another victim to an evil mans ambition. Sage knows he saw more than enough of them in his life. He cursed Murr and Vader for bringing the memories and pain back.
"I love you."
Her last words, he still flinched at the memory. He let her die, unable to do anything as he watched her eyes go dim and her breathing become shallow. Her life flowed from a deep wound in her stomach, bleeding away. All he could do was sob, and hold her in his arms, screaming for a medic that would never come as her life slowly ebbed away.
"I should have killed him," Naruto muttered in a breath so low that Dass wasn't able to hear him as he dialled the new coordinates into the computer. Naruto knew, he just knew that it was going to bite him in the ass later, but at the time saving the woman and escaping took top priority in his mind, and he was never one who relished in killing.
It had a double meaning though.
He should have killed Vader;
And he wished so much he could have killed Hinata's murderer.
Looking back he should have killed him in that valley, so long ago.
"We'll have to do a detour," Dass muttered as he continued to input data into the computer. "A star system is in the way."
Naruto took a deep breath and brutally slammed the memories down, locking them away in a box and throwing that into the darkness of his mind. He could always mourn later. That's what he always told himself.
He could always mourn later. Mourn for Hinata, mourn for the small fact that he wasn't able to dissect her killer. The bastard with the orange mask had relinquished him of that one small chance, just like he had done to so many others. Madara had killed his mother and father, he had begun a war that had killed so many of his friends, and then he had stolen his chance on revenge against the man who had killed the one woman who had understood and loved him as a man, not as a brother or the container of a monster, but as a man.
"It's been six hours Crys."
"They'll come."
"I know they will, but you need to get some rest."
Taanzer sighed, knowing that her Captain was only worried about her, but she was the best pilot on this ship, and if she even attempted to sleep she knew she wouldn't be able to. She was too worried for that, "Just another hour."
She didn't like Jedi.
She had always considered them as cold and emotionless sorcerers living in their ivory towers of Coruscant, plenty of people accused them as child kidnappers and outdated shamans. Ever since that day when they had taken her son she had felt resentment, and when she heard about the attempted coup the resentment turned to sorrow and anger.
Sorrow for her son;
Anger at them;
Then she met not one but two of them, and all of the anger seemed to die in her throat. They were just like her now. They were lost and confused, like their whole world was ripped apart and they were thrown into the void by an uncaring vindictive god. Everything they knew, and a lot of people they cared about were taken from them the moment the order had been given from the highest authority.
It must have seemed that they were abandoned.
Protecting the Galactic Republic for thousands of years from an innumerable amount of threats and they were abandoned just like that, in the blink of an eye, for a crime very few of them knew about or understood.
Did she dislike Jedi?
Dass taking over her spot, telling her that there might be a chance her son could be alive and offering to take her to their most sacred and secretive conclaves to find out.
Aayla trading her life for theirs, starring down the face of a true monster without fear or hesitation, having guy troubles with a certain blond haired idiot who seemed completely oblivious.
Did she hate the Jedi?
Probably
Did she hate Aayla and Dass?
Not a chance
She had nearly dossed off.
Crys shook her head violently, before slapping her cheeks with her hands and looking out through the cockpit view-screen. The alarm claxons kicked in first before there was a flash of light and an Imperial shuttle appeared before them, Crys almost went for the controls before a familiar voice blazed through the com-link.
"Hey, is this thing on?"
Crys sighed before grabbing the com, before her Captain, and clicking the on-button. "This is Uhumele to commandeered Imperial shuttle. We are on our way?"
The rain continued to fall, cascades of cold hard water which drenched the streets and anyone unlucky enough to be caught outdoors. The rain wasn't a surprise on the outer-rim world of Jabiim, in fact during this season it would hammer down nonstop, continuous and without end.
This place was once a Separatist stronghold, a planet whose government fell early on in the Clone wars. A lot of early units of the Grand Army had met their end in the stark mountains and tundra of this damned planet, a lot of Jedi had died here too but he supposed that was now mute. The Empire retook the world with ease, its revolutionary government barely put up a fight and the droid armies which garrisoned this planet had been deactivated.
Lieutenant CL-8976, designation Drag, looked up at the dark sky, watching as the rain slammed against his helms faceplate before looking back to his squad. The squadron leader nodded his head, and the clones obeyed, unlocking their blaster carbines and holding them at the ready. He spoke, certain that his voice did not carry beyond his helmet, rather he spoke through the built in comlink.
"This is Delta three to actual," he spoke in a clipped and to the point tone. "We are in position, all other squads sound off."
"Delta two here, we're in position."
"Delta one copies, in position and awaiting orders."
"Delta four, we're in position."
"Delta actual to all units, subject is on the move." The operator called into the unit microphone. "Moving south west, sector seven; think he's moving across the rooftops."
"Roger that Actual, Deltas, move out."
"Remember Deltas this guy has killed three full squads of regulars and another two units of military police. Do not underestimate him."
They knew this already, it was the reason they were now hunting him and not the regular clone forces or military police. The new garrison commander on Jabiim had specifically requested ARC Troopers to deal with this menace. They were unsure of the assailant's identity, but they speculated that it was a Jedi out for vengeance.
Drag led his unit of three clones down the main road, now deserted and looking at his helms tactical data made a sudden turn into a side alley, following the heat signature of their target. He brought up a map of the entire estate, watching the small blip which represented their quarry and the other four which represented the ARC teams. Delta two was closest, and would be right beside him in a moment.
Looks like Thrush was going to get him again, the Sergeant always did have the most unbelievable luck.
There was a moment of silence before Delta Actual spoke. "Delta two, your unit should be right on him."
"This is Delta two, there's no sign of him." Thrush responded over the transponder. "Deltas fan out and search the area, we need to hck-"
Static enveloped the com for a moment, and Drag felt himself quickening his step. There was a crackle and then a sharp noise. "Delta Actual this is Private Walt, Sergeant Thrush is dead. He's on the roof, fire! Force be damned he's a fast one. To all units we need reinforcements now!"
"You heard him, move!" Drag shouted and his team began running to the scene, well aware that the other two teams were also rushing to the position.
"Delta three, engaging!"
"Where is he, where the hell is he!"
"Force me, Charles is down!"
"There he is, open fire!"
"Delta one, engaging."
There was an explosion up ahead.
"Delta two is gone."
"What do you mean gone!" Drag shouted into his com.
"There was a stream of fire from the roof. It burnt the poor bastards to a crisp."
"Delta one he's right in the middle of you!"
"Where did he-"
"I don't believe it."
"One swing, one fucking sweep and he got them all."
"Delta three, where the hell are you!"
All he heard after that was blaster fire and cut off cries. Explosions could be heard in the distance, originating from the target area. Then there was silence, nothing but static reached his ears on the com, and when Actual attempted to contact someone nobody answered the hails. Then his team arrived on the scene, and it was a gruesome sight to behold.
The area was a playground. He could make out a swing set, a slide and other entertainment pieces. All twelve clones were dead, all of them. Some of them lay on the ground, knife like weapons pierced through their visors. At least two were burned to a crisp, armour blackened and steaming in the flickering light of the nearest street light. Four clones had been cut in two, blood, gore and organs splattered onto the dirt. It looked like someone got in the middle of their formation and killed them all with the sweep of a sharp weapon. Other bodies lay strewn about, some had no discernable marks on them, and others had obviously been cut by a sharp object. It was definitely not the wound of a lightsaber.
"Switch to night vision." He ordered with a calm voice, watching as his troopers nodded. He looked up to the flickering light, watching as his usual vision became the greens and blacks of night vision.
A crackle of static, "Delta three are you on the scene?"
"Affirmative."
"Are you the only ones with a pulse?"
"Affirmative." He managed in a croaking voice.
"By god,"
He caught movement at the side of his vision, but when he turned, carbine held to his shoulder in readiness there was nothing there. His clones fanned out around him, their own carbines held and at the ready. They waited for a moment, eyes scanning the area for anything. There was nothing, not a sign of movement.
Then it came, and it came running right at them. It was a man, head bowed, arms flailing behind him as he rushed right at them. Drag made out a head of messy black hair, pale skin, definitely human, and crimson eyes starring right at him with nothing but murder. He saw one of his men fire a spray from his carbine, and watched as his form just vanished the moment the blaster bolt hit him. There was nothing.
"What the hell."
"I hit him," Carter muttered, bewilderment in his tone. "I know I hit him."
"Eyes peeled boys," Drag stated, taking a hesitant step forward.
"Yes si-"
Drag looked over to see Carter lifted into the air, a hand burrowed through his chest and exiting through his back in a bloody mess. The attacker was the same man who had rushed them, and now that they were so close Drag could make him out. He was tall, with messy black hair, pale skin and crimson eyes as he had seen before. He wore a white shirt, opened all the way to his stomach to reveal no armour of any kind, a pair of black trousers, sandals on his feet and a purple bow tied around his waist, a sash maybe.
He spun around; falling on his knee and levelling his carbine fired a concentrated two second burst. He was already gone, and Carters body hadn't hit the ground before he had killed Brigs, taking his head off with a simple sweep of his sword, blood flew and spattered on the ground at considerable velocity. Coth fired at him, and Drag watched with fascination and growing fear as he blurred, each time missing the volleys of blaster fire before killing the last man on his team with a simple thrust of his katana, yes it was a katana, right through Coth's chest and his heart.
He pushed the body off the katana as if he were an annoyance, and with a simple flick of his wrist sent blood pooling onto the ground. Then he rushed forward, Drag jumped back, firing quick sprays from his carbine and watching as every shot he fired went through a mirage.
"What are you?"
He was right behind him.
"What in the hell are you!" Drag shouted as he spun.
"Death," was the only reply the Lieutenant got.
It was all over in a heartbeat, his head flew from his shoulders into the darkness from the most graceful slash anyone could ever see. The body remained standing for a second before falling to the ground in a heap, a spasm making it twitch every now and then. The man sighed, sent blood flying from his blade with a flick of his wrist and sheathed his katana in a smooth motion.
He was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving a park of bodies in his wake.
Aayla smiled a little tiredly as she watched Bomo, Crys and the Captain traverse the small tunnel between the airlocks of the Uhumele and the Imperial shuttle. The crew, people who she had begun to call friends in recent days all looked relieved to see that it was them, alive, unharmed and well.
"Sorry to worry you guys," she apologised as she took a few steps towards the crew. She was completed unprepared when Crys wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace.
"You Jedi are real troublesome, you know that?" Crys asked with a relieved smile as she pulled away from the startled girl. "Welcome back, morons."
"Yes welcome back, all of you." Schurk-Heren said with a small smile. "It's a miracle that you three managed to escape."
"Not a miracle old man," Naruto replied with a smile. "I'm just that damn good."
"Well we believe you now." Bomo chuckled as he jumped up and gave Naruto a friendly punch in the gut.
"Ye of so little faith,"
"So what are we going to do now?" Dass asked, looking apologetically at everyone before pressing on. "The Empire will be coming after us."
"He is right," Schurk frowned. "We need to lay low for a while."
Crys frowned. "Didn't you disable the tracker?"
"I did," Jennir replied. "But there might be more."
"If there were they would be here by now." Bomo countered.
"Never the less I feel that we need to move." Schurk stated as he looked at each person in attendance.
"That we do," Naruto agreed as he folded his arms. "How's your medical bay?"
"Pretty good,"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because we have a casualty in our medical bay," Naruto answered.
"Who?"
"A millennia old Jedi who has lost everything,"
There was silence for a handful of moments before Schurk finally broke it with a frown. "Can you please explain that?"
"It's a long story." Naruto replied tiredly.
"We have time."
Naruto sighed again, but nodded. "Only once we place her in a bacta tank and we get moving as far away from here as possible. Can we sweep the ship for anymore trackers?"
"We can," the Captain replied. "But we may have to move elsewhere."
"Then let's do it." Dass interrupted. "This thing may be worth a few credits if we can find the right buyer."
"But before that we'll need to find someone who can change her transponder code," Aayla piped up.
"Agreed, even if we manage to take out any additional tracking devices any Imperial friendly operator could tell what she is with even a light scan. Her identification needs to be changed and that's means through an illegal source."
"It just so happens that I know someone who could-"
"No!"
The word came from everyone else in the room besides the captain. Naruto was the one who gave him a smile. "Aayla knows quite a few shady elements from her time as an undercover agent, so there will be no need."
"Naruto, are you forgetting what I said before?"
"That you wouldn't trust them with a credit let alone a starship?" he replied.
"Exactly," She huffed.
"Where are your contacts?" Crys asked.
"The Wheel," Aayla replied simply.
"You mean the space station in the Besh Gorgon star system?"
"The very same," she answered.
"Not quite the best place." Schurk muttered.
"But nowhere near the worst," Crys countered lightly. "It's considered independent ground, and with her defences it would take a full taskforce to subdue her, something the Empire would not be able to do considering the continued fighting in former Confederate systems. The best they could send to such a far our system was probably a small recon fleet."
"So it's the safest place to go?"
"Barring Hutt controlled planets yeah."
"Nar Shaddaa might be the best place to go."
"How come?" Naruto asked.
"It's a moon orbiting the Hutt home world of Nal Hutta," Aayla explained. "And although they are criminals the Hutt cartels hold so much power in the outer rim that the Republic had no choice but to bargain with them. It was said that with the word of the Hutt council half of the outer territories would explode into civil war, so I doubt the Empire would strike against them with the Separatists still active."
"That doesn't mean we would be safe though," Crys muttered with a frown. "The Hutt's are renowned for seeing money above lives. They'd sell their own mothers if it would get them ahead."
"Sounds promsing," Naruto muttered with very little enthusiasm.
"It's all we got."
"Then let's do it."
Author Alert 1: Star Wars and Naruto are the properties of Musashi Kishimoto & Lucas Arts, not particularly in that order.
Author Alert 2: I would have posted on Sunday but a few friends from Uni had come down for a weekend so I had zero usage of my laptop. Sorry it took so long by the way. I hope you all enjoyed the update.
