Chapter 13:

Organics VS Droids

Swagger told them they would take The Seeker since taking the Ebon Hawk was like painting a target on their backs and asking everyone who spotted the ship to shoot down her crew. But first, they had to rescue Visas and Saunter and the droids from the Red Eclipse gang.

When they arrived at the docking bay, the ship was still there, which was a good sign, but there was gang graffiti all over the outside marking her as Red Eclipse territory and property. Red Rules! Better Red than Dead!! A Total Eclipse of the Heart!! Red, Red Wine!!!

Atton was outraged. "Look what they did to my ship!" Luckily, he had Force Power Wash, so he used it to remove the graffiti.

There were only a few of the gang present and they were defeated easily, because Atton did not feel like playing since there was no time to waste. He and Bao utilized double Force whirlwinds and when the slavers were blown out of the ship, they were taken down by Force lightning and Vasa's vibroblades and Flynn's blasters.

Visas had been locked in the small compartment and they found all of the droids locked in the storage hold including T3-M4. However, neither Saunter nor Skippy could be found. Atton worried about the kid but he had to put that on hold because it was too important that they rescue Cal.

He told Swagger there was a trick to locating GO-TO's yacht and they visited Teinn Tubb to have him change The Seeker's ID to one of Vogga the Hutt's cargo freighters, which was what GO-TO always seemed to target.

They all clamored on board Swagger's ship after Atton told HK and T3 to guard the Hawk and not allow any strangers inside. Atton watched through the main viewscreen as Swagger piloted his ship and was amazed at the bounty hunter's skill as he wove it through the Nar Shaddaa traffic, avoiding all the other bounty hunter ships. Everyone was convening in the space above Nar Shaddaa, drawn by the huge bounty on the Exile.

"Wonder where Saunter got off to," Atton spoke his worry aloud, but quietly to Bao. "If he still thinks he's Swagger..."

"If he does, he's probably safer than if he was just himself." Bao shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder if he and Cal aren't related."

"To which Cal would say," Atton chimed in, snorting.

"Related to what," they chorused, high-fiveing.

"I am worried about Cal," Visas told them, brushing against Flynn who had gotten up to show he was a gentleman. The big merc gulped and mentioned something to Swagger about he might need to go take a cold shower if the night got any more frustrating when it came to the female persuasion.

Suddenly, something huge loomed over The Seeker. They had been expecting it since Mira had warned them GO-TO's yacht was cloaked, but the size of it was frightening and it was disconcerting to allow the ship to be pulled by a tractor beam into the hangar bay.

"Expect lots of droids," Flynn told them. In the past he had played some pazaak with some other bounty hunters that had been on the yacht. He had gotten them drunk on juma and stored the information about GO-TO's yacht for future reference.

"Droids?" Atton moaned and put his face in his hands. "Why does it have to be droids? Why can't it be huge spiders or big ugly bugs or snakes? Why is it always droids?"

"Oh, suck it up," Swagger told him, showing little patience.

"Yeah, what's the big deal?" Flynn asked, checking the power pack on his blasters. "Droids are sometimes easier to take down than sentients."

"Not these droids." Mira's statement brought another moan from Atton and Swagger cuffed him sharply on the back of the head. "These droids are top of the line assassin protocol droids."

* * *

Meanwhile, back on Nar Shaddaa, the Ebon Hawk was given clearance to leave the landing pad. Of course, Fassa, the Twi'lek in charge of the docking arrangements for arrivals and departures, thought he was talking to the Alakandor's since Teinn Tubb had changed the ship's ID signature and its transponder code so it would be captured by GO-TO's yacht.

On board, an all droid crew, readied themselves to fight for their master.

* * *

Back on the yacht, the rescuers were walking into the docking bay. There was a small astromech droid there that had been damaged, but Visas was able to retrieve a program from it. Atton made sure nobody was watching and he shoved the little droid under a tarp so that when they came back through with Cal, he would not spot the little thing and beg to take it along. Although, as Will Turnup, he did not seem to care that much about droids.

Swagger put a finger to his lips to silence everyone as he and Flynn crept to the door. He put his ear to the door and listened, then said softly, "There's something in the connecting hall. Flynnie, you and Atton stay ranged. I'll move in with a vibroblade. If it's droids, they'll have shields."

"What are we supposed to do?" Mira asked angrily. "Stay behind and do our nails?"

"You both have Jedi powers, right?" Swagger spoke in clipped sentences. "Use them!"

When Atton used his skill to open the door, he was given a shove back and the signal to draw his blasters. Swagger moved into the narrow confines of the hall. He quickly backed out of the hall, dodging what looked like sensor balls.

"Floating mines! Shoot 'em from a distance!" He tucked and rolled and came up shooting his blaster.

Flynn, Atton and Mira loosed volleys of blaster bolts at them and they blew up from a safe distance. Swagger got to his feet and he did not look happy.

"The one thing I have a real problem with is placing my crew in danger."

"Don't worry, baby cakes," Mira's voice was sweetly acidic. "Us poor wittle helpless females will protect you."

"One more crack like that and, female or not, I'm gonna hit her," Swagger whispered to Flynn.

"If the defenses start out with floating mines, the rest will only get worse. I think we need to adjust the plan, Swag." Flynn tucked away his blaster, exchanging it for a vibroblade.

"I agree. Who's the best at hacking into computers?" Swagger's eyes were a snapping black as they roamed the others' faces. He would note any hesitation if somebody tried to lie.

"You have serious trust issues," Mira snapped. "I'm good. Visas is better. Right, girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Hey, what am I―chopped gizka?" Atton tried to sign to Mira to stop ticking off Vasa, but she plainly ignored him.

Swagger took Visas by the elbow and steered her over to the console they had passed. "Hack in and see what security measures you can take out."

* * *

GO-TO's yacht was a starship of corvette classification whose defenses were fortified with four double laser cannons and at least one tractor beam projector. It was jet-black and fully operated by droids. It also had a cloaking device that rendered it invisible to his enemies and an extensive communications suite that allowed G0T0 to manipulate droids all across the galaxy to do his will.

The purpose of the yacht was to prowl around Nar Shaddaa undetected with its cloak, pinpoint various freighters, tractor them in, hijack them with its complement of onboard security droids, and seize their valuable cargo. The yacht's four double laser cannons served as a deterrent. Afterward, the yacht would engage its cloak and move on.

The yacht had 32 compartments, which included 2 airlocks, 6 holding cells, an audience chamber, communications center, internal security, bridge, and many smaller storage and maintenance rooms. It was manned by a variety of droids: G0T0 commanders, G0T0 heavy guardians, G0T0 guard droids that looked externally identical to the original G0T0 droid and astromech droids.

Meanwhile out in space above Nar Shaddaa, GO-TO's yacht uncloaked so it could capture what it thought was the Alakandor. T3 docked the Ebon Hawk on the opposite side of the yacht. Before he left the cockpit, he plugged into the yacht's computer with the ship's computer and downloaded the above bolded information including the schematics ---everything that was available about the security measures and how to circumvent them.

The minute he got inside the yacht, T3 found a computer console and switched the security guard priorities to defending organics rather than to destroy. He also shut down the turrets and minefields through out the yacht.

It turned the yacht into an eerie experience for the organics aboard it, because they expected to fight and, after the first wave of Ironman replicas and GO-TO-esque droids, there was nothing to fight. Atton told Swagger and Flynn not to attack the droids whose health had switched from red (hostile) to green (non-hostile).

Swagger heard something and asked Flynn if he heard it, too. The merc nodded. "Sounds like music..."

Echoing from the distance was the rousing beat of a song. Spike was the first droid to come into view, followed by the others.

"I love to walk and roll

Send another droid after GO-TO, baby!

We rescued our Jedi friend

Send another droid after GO-TO, baby!

We're with Cal to the end

Send another droid after GO-TO, baby!"

Flynn rubbed his eyes, took another look and then rubbed them a second time. "Is this for real?"

Cal, beaming, singing along, brought up the rear. He saw his friends and waved exuberantly. "Did you see what they did? My droids rescued me!"

"Well, uh, we were on our way. They just beat us to you." Atton gruffly patted Cal on the back. "You got your memory back then?"

"Yeah, funniest thing, I was fighting the Red Eclipse gang and during the fight, I struck my head and everything came back. I'm back to normal."

Swagger snorted. "That'll be the day..."

"When you die?" Flynn filled in and was immediately sorry when he received an eye roll from the bounty hunter. "It's all these songs, Swag. They get in my head."

"Well, get 'em out, Buddy Holly."

"Says the man who is a closet karaoke case," Flynn muttered.

Swagger raised a hand, but Flynn chose to ignore the warning.

Hey! Mr. Karaoke Man, sing a song for me,
I may not know all the words, but I'd like to sing along.
Hey! Mr. Karaoke Man, play a song for me,
We rescued the Jedi so now we can all leave.

"Uh, I hate to interrupt the singing fest, but before I left where I was imprisoned, I had T3 switch all the systems to the secondary distribution system, so now all those ticked off bounty hunters will want to blow up this yacht." Cal smiled nervously. "Good thing is, it won't blow up until we are far enough away not to get caught in the blast, although, that was only for the Hawk. I guess it would apply to your ship, Swagger. Best thing would be for you to get yours away before mine and that should prevent anything happening to yours. In theory..."

Before Swagger could throttle the hapless Jedi, Flynn intervened. "Sounds like a plan."

"A stupid, brainless Jedi plan," Swagger muttered as he was propelled away by his partner.

* * *

The two ships sat down on the landing pads within shouting distance of the other and met on the docking platform. All looked up to see the explosion as GO-TO's yacht was destroyed by all the ticked off bounty hunters.

"There goes all your worries, Swag." Flynn clashed his knuckles against Vasa's as the bounty hunter raised his hand half-heartedly. "Nobody can say you didn't catch the Exile now."

Swagger gestured to Cal who was partying down with his droids. "Not unless they possibly see him still alive and well."

"Damn!" Flynn shook his head and strode over to Cal. "You might want to get inside and stay there and get the hell off Nar Shaddaa. The other bounty hunters might still be out for your blood when they come to the surface."

Cal frowned. "But with GO-TO dead, the bounty would be off, wouldn't it?"

Flynn put an arm about the Jedi's shoulders and walked him to the Ebon Hawk. He forcibly turned him around and Flynn pointed to Swagger who was lighting up a death stick.

"You see that man right there? He accepted the credits from you and let you go. Now that is against his code because once you contract with him it is binding. He let you go because, against everything in his past, his hatred of Jedi, he sorta likes you. Now, you don't want to put him in the position where he looks bad, do ya?" At Cal's shake of the head, Flynn grinned. "I didn't think so. Cal, get your Jedi butt in that ship and stay outta sight."

"But what about Saunter?" Cal protested as Flynn pushed him up the ramp. "He's like the little brother I always wanted."

Flynn scowled. "We'll find him and you better hope he's not still pretending to be Swagger because my partner's not in the best of moods right now. He might beat the hell outta the kid."

"I can't allow him to do that." Cal looked apologetic as he waved his hand and Flynn froze, enclosed in a glowing blue field of stasis. "Sorry, Flynn. I'm really sorry, but I have to find Saunter."

"Tell me you are not doing what it looks like you're doing." Atton's voice behind him caused Cal to jump. "You did not freeze Flynn and you are not going to incur the wrath of Vasa by not doing what he told you."

"Afraid so." Cal tried to put Atton in stasis, but the Jedi Sentinel was ready for it and used the Force to prevent it.

"Cal, I can't let you do this."

"Nor can we," Visas said.

Cal was dismayed. His team was ganging up on him! Bao and Mira completed the circle and they closed in on him. Bao and Atton grabbed him by the biceps and lifted him, carrying him into the cargo hold where they sealed him inside.

By the time Atton returned to Flynn he was coming out of the stasis and looking as he put it "mighty peeved".

"Sorry," Atton said for the nth time as he walked down the ramp beside the upset merc. "He has a good heart. He just doesn't think straight."

"That there fella don't think at all," Flynn snapped.

"How about I make it up to you and buy you some juma in the cantina?" Atton had sent the others to seek Saunter while he did damage control. He did not want Flynn reporting Cal's latest actions to Swagger.

"Swag and I were in town to pick up another bounty."

"After what we paid you for Cal you could retire." Atton fought down the sarcasm and managed to keep his voice even.

"We could," Flynn admitted. "Retiring this early would be boring. Swag and I enjoy the hunt. Tracking 'em down, capturing them, bringing them in." He shrugged. "Alive or dead depending on the client." He stopped a moment, took out a comlink and spoke to Vasa, but Atton could not hear what he said. "Swag'll meet us at the cantina. He says you owe us dinner, too."

In the cargo hold, Cal quietly strummed his guitar and sang a few bars, "Oh, there's the Burning Deck, the Slag Pit, the Meltdown Cafe. There's Hooters and Cheers and the Hard Rock Cafe."

Good intentions, he mused were based on good, but the outcome might not be good, at least for Saunter, who was good but right now thought he was bad, but then Vasa was a badass, but not really all bad, so that meant he had to have some good in him, so that meant Saunter was a good badass right now and that could be good or bad depending on the people or sentient races he ran into whose alignment might be good or bad. If good, they would leave Saunter alone because he was bad. If bad, that could be good or bad. Good, if they left him alone due to Vasa's rep; bad if they were like Skippy who wanted to replace Swagger as the current best badass.

And then, as it tended to do, his mind went off on a tangent. If there was such a thing as a badass, was there such a thing as a good ass? He had been told several times by different women that he had a great ass, but was a good ass just a step down from that. And what about cases? There was hard case, cold case, suit case, worst case scenarios—did that translate into the ass sitch?

Should he even be thinking a**? He knew the story was T rated after all. Should the writer substitute butt or derriere? But somehow calling Swagger Vasa, bad butt or bad derriere just did not feel right.

Luckily, for all of us, his train of thought was derailed as a short Japanese man holding (of all things) a baby popped into the cargo hold.

"Hiro!" Cal was delighted to see the man. Hiro had been the one who played the game and helped out Jaden in her story and also had helped him out in earlier chapters.

Hiro shifted the baby in his arms so he could hold him and gesture with his other hand. "You cheat over and over. No wonder you end up such a basket case!"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that one." Cal pushed back his hair so he could see Hiro clearly. "Is that your baby?"

"No, he Baby Touch and Go. I lose my powers, but he has power to return powers to others. You see where I am headed with this, Cal-son?"

"You got your powers back?"

"He allow me to travel in time. I come here to help you, but you must stop cheating."

Cal dipped his head, a little embarrassed. "Okay, Hiro."

"You touch baby and you get back your powers," Hiro urged.

Cal gently put his hand on the baby's head, running his fingers through the silky hair, gazing down into the cute baby eyes. He could feel the Force return and that is when his own eyes began to water and his nose twitched as an odor that outrivaled a Rancor assaulted him.

Hiro made a face. "I think Baby Touch and GO just went. I must go." He shook his finger at Cal. "You get back on track, Cal-son. You still have much to do."

Cal pinched his nostrils together. "Okay," he said nasally and watched as Hiro and the reeking baby popped out of the room.

"Damn!" he said with feeling. "I forgot to ask him to let me out of here."

* * *

Swagger, Flynn and Atton had seen a lot of strange things in their lives, but nothing prepared them for the sight that greeted their eyes when they entered the cantina.

Young, muscular and shirtless, Saunter was sprawled in one chair, his booted heels propped on another. Darla, the blonde, was sitting in his lap while two female Twi'leks fanned him with huge feathers and wrapped their lekku over his muscular torso as Darla fed him delicious, succulent jarl berries.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Flynn exclaimed, then switched to Mando'a to vent even more.

Swagger's lips tightened at the corners and his brows lowered into a ferocious scowl. "That kid is getting on my last nerve," he said in a low, threatening manner.

"Yours?" Usually easy going, Flynn was visibly upset. "You only lost one girl, I lost two!"

A Toydarian flew onto the stage and hovered a few feet off the floor. "Ladies and gentlemen, and races of all galaxies!" His voice boomed and brought the room to silence. "Tonight we have an exceptionally rare treat for you!"

"I can hardly wait," Flynn murmured under his breath.

"Tonight we are hosting a special karaoke contest in honor of Swagger Vasa!"

Swagger made a sound that sounded like a cross between a growl and a choke.

"And as a special treat, Swagger Vasa himself will regale us with a song."

Everyone but the three who had just entered erupted into thunderous applause as Saunter rose from his chair and made his way to the stage, albeit a little unsteadily.

"Uh oh," Flynn commented. "He's had a little too much juma."

The Toydarian handed the microphone to Saunter, who began to gyrate his hips.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt..."

"Oh, no!" Atton moaned.

Saunter's hands came down to his waist and he unbuckled his blaster belt, pulled it free and whipped it up to swing it over his head a few times before letting it go. It sailed into the throng and every female in the room went after it like a bride's bouquet.

"No, no!" Flynn groaned as Saunter unzipped his trousers. "The boots first, kid! Take the boots off first!" He shook his head in mock-sorrow as Saunter let the trousers drop. They puddled around the tops of his boots. "Oh!" Flynn shook his head. "That is not a pretty sight!"

"I'm too sexy for my pants. Too sexy…"

Women were squealing with delight and men were whistling. Atton still couldn't believe his eyes. He gulped when he saw Swagger react to the strip tease. The bounty hunter's entire body was shaking. Swagger had turned his back and there were strangled noises coming from him. Atton figured Vasa was so angry he wasn't even able to form coherent words.

Saunter took a step forward and staggered.

"The boots," Flynn said quietly. "If he doesn't get the boots off, he'll kill himself."

Saunter was now hopping in circles on one foot, trying to pull off a boot while maintaining his grip on the microphone. "Too sexy for my boots…"

The Twi'leks put down the fans and hopped up on the stage.

"That's the girls," Flynn coaxed. "Take his boots off."

Saunter didn't skip a beat as he sat on the stage and waved the Twi'leks over. Flynn was still facing the stage and had one hand covering his eyes, fingers splayed so he could see the young man flat on his back, legs high in the air, Twi'leks pulling at his boots. They tossed them to the crowd and females began fighting over them.

"I'm too sexy for my pants…" Saunter kicked the trousers aside as he struggled to his feet.

"He's down to his tighty whities!" Flynn exclaimed, no longer able to conceal his enjoyment. "Swagger, you should be watching this. I think he's headed for the full Monty!"

Cries of "Take it off!" thundered throughout the cantina as Swagger strode across the room.

"Kid's so drunk he sloshes when he swaggers," Atton chuckled.

"Course he ain't gonna have a morning after because Swag'll kill him before the juma does."

Swagger reached Saunter just as he was pushing the underwear over his hips. He had his hand on Saunter's arm when the open-mouthed crowd was frozen. Well, all but Atton.

"How'd you get out?" the pilot demanded as Cal came up beside him.

Cal smiled. "Force lock pick." He looked at the stage. "Looks like I got here just in time to keep the T rating from going out the window. Help me get Saunter dressed."

They went through the audience and collected Saunter's boots, pants, shirt and blaster belt and struggled to get them back on his inert body. Once he was fully clothed, Cal knelt down so he was eye level with him and spoke in a soft, soothing tone that was edged with the power of the Force.

"You are Saunter Vasa, not Swagger Vasa. You are a decent kid who wants me as his mentor and friend." He frowned when he saw that his words didn't seem to be having any effect. Then an idea came to him. "Hey, I'll tell you what. Remember who you are and you can have your pick of the droids."

Saunter blinked. "I am Saunter Vasa."

"Yep, you are!"

"And I like droids."

"He's okay now," Cal told Atton as he rose. "Now we get him out of here."

"How'd you do all this?" Atton asked as Saunter got unsteadily to his feet.

"Hiro showed up and helped me level up. Chuck added another mod from the TFU game that gave me Force grip so I could rip the door off the cargo hold. I thought that might hurt the manicure Mira gave me, so I used Force lock pick instead. And then I typed in the request for Force Mass Effect Crowd Influence." He waved a hand at the audience. "This will wipe away all memory of seeing SV in his underwear."

"You know, Swagger's gonna be really pissed at you," Atton warned. "You promised him you'd never, ever, ever use mind control on him."

"No problem." Cal freed Swagger and Flynn from stasis, and before either one could throttle him, he quickly explained, "I apologize! I put you in stasis, but I did not—I repeat, I did not tamper with your minds. I just froze everybody but Atton so I could stop Saunter and get him out of here. Nobody else will remember what happened here—only us, and we'll be long gone when the stasis wears off."

Flynn gave a small shudder. "Ugh! He's telling the truth, Swag. I still remember the kid making a complete idiot of himself."

Swagger took a threatening step toward Saunter. "Using my name. Tarnishing my rep."

Cal swallowed hard. "Making everybody think you have a great singing voice."

Flynn chuckled. "He's passed out, and he's so drunk he probably won't remember a thing he said or did. And nobody in the cantina will remember, so no harm, no foul."

"He's lucky." Swagger let Atton and Cal drape Saunter's arms around their shoulders and tote him out of the cantina before he turned to Flynn. "That has got to be the funniest frackin' thing I've ever seen in my life."

As they passed through the entrance/exit to the refugee docks, Cal paused when he spotted the little Snivvian who looked like a mouse on steroids. "I just want to say good-bye," he told Atton and put Saunter into stasis so he would not fall.

The little Snivvian squealed and squeaked as Cal gave him some credits. "Kaalah-Nah nah, Kaalah-Nah nah. Hey, hey, good-bye!"

Kaalah-Nah squealed his delight and asked Cal to bend down so he could tell him something. Cal nodded when he straightened. "And you say, your friend's at Vogga the Hutt's den?"

Atton had a bad feeling about it, but he threw Saunter over one shoulder and followed Cal to the den of Vogga the Hutt. Sure enough the Bith Kaalah-Nah had asked Cal to speak to was there. The Bith was a craniopod with pale pink skin, a large head, large lidless eyes, and long fingers.

"Kaalah-Nah asked me to speak to you," Cal began, but the Bith cut him off, telling him he had the solution to the fuel problem and Cal should butt out.

"It must be some kind of Bith-understanding.

It must be some kind of Bith-mistake

He thinks I want to steal his idea

It's too late!"

Cal bowed out gracefully, bumping into Atton several times until he was back on the docks. Atton groused at him to turn around and stop the damned bowing. They quickly made their way back to the Refugee Sector.

Quello, the Toydarian, was waiting for them as they approached the landing pad where the ship sat. He flapped after them, trying to get their attention, his voice sounding more like he was hawking a lugie than speaking understandable Basic.

"What?" Atton finally whirled around, Saunter's legs clipping Cal on the side of the head as he did.

"I was wondering if I could catch a ride with you. I took the job as MC at the cantina where I could hide out, but I noticed a couple gang members of the Red Eclipse were there and they might come after me since I allowed you to dock in their space."

"No, sorry, but we're full up." Atton could barely move through the ship as it was, what with all the droids and he was pretty sure a couple more from GO-TO's ship had been added, but it was hard to keep track there were so many.

"Oh, Atton," Cal said lightly. "You know there's always room for Quello."

All of this was a moot point because a certain man called Ratrin Vhek had waited until he could get on the Ebon Hawk and had locked up all the droids, figuring to sell them later on. The Hawk had once belonged to him. Evidently nobody had told him no matter what the replies of the Exile made (SIDE BAR---which he had not even talked to) or that he was supposed to try to steal the ship and be caught by the Red Eclipse. Vhek, because Cal had changed the rules, had been spared and now he was lifting off in the ship, leaving the hapless Jedi behind.

Cal and Atton arrived too late. The landing pad was empty. Atton dumped the unconscious Saunter on the ground and stamped about, anger in every line of his body.

"I canNOT believe somebody stole our ship!"

Cal pointed to The Seeker right across from them, but it seemed too late to catch a ride with Vasa as the ship's lights came on and she rose smoothly. Cal sunk his chin in his hand as he thought and thought and thought. Quickly, he typed in his request.

The Seeker was just a light in the sky when Cal used the Force grip he had just acquired. He drew upon the Force in a way he had never before, reaching deep, deep, deeper, until the power latched onto the ship.

He stood there rigidly, arms extended, fingers spread wide, sending the Force, enlarging it to encompass the ship and he began to pull it out of the sky.

Atton ran his hands through his hair until it stood on end. His eyes were wide and he looked completely, totally peeved. "Cal, all you had to do was call Vasa with your comlink. Do you really think he'll help us when you are responsible for pulling his ship out of the sky? Have you no idea of the stress you're putting on the ship's hull? She could break apart!"

Cal lightened up his grip a little, but he would not let it go completely, and slowly, inexorably, The Seeker reappeared and Cal cushioned her landing the best he could.

There was the hiss of hydraulics as the landing ramp came down. Swagger and Flynn charged out of the ship, blasters held ready. Vasa's eyes were obsidian, cold and narrowed. Flynn's were very wide as if he had been frightened within an inch of his 6 ft 1 ½ inches.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast you," Swagger growled.

Cal swallowed audibly. "Our ship was stolen. We, um, need a ride?"

And the director says, "Cut and print! Excellent! We'll end with a cliffhanger."

A/N I am taking a page from AC in that I am letting some characters who die live to make the story more problematic. Hope you liked it. As always, my disclaimer is I do not own anything Star Wars or the other fandoms or songs.

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