I do not own Kim Possible, or the first 15 chapters of 'I am Jedi.' They belong to Disney and Trombe respectively. This fic has been adopted by me with permission from Trombe.
I am Jedi
Chapter Thirteen: Old flames and favors
Ke nu jurkad sha Mando'ade, burc'ya! – Mando'a (Don't mess with Mandos, mate!)
Rancor XIII was the perfect space station if you never wanted to be found. Or to be more precise to disappear from unwanted attention from the Republic's forces. A hive of space pirates and bounty hunters, it was galactic scum paradise. That is…if you knew the ropes.
No one knew it better then Rancor XIII's most prominent guest. The Hutts called her Azalus Fierfek, dangerous poison in galactic basic for her unpredictable nature. But here in her home of Rancor she was mostly revered as the green Goddess.
And Shego preferred it that way.
Notorious space pirate and thief, Shego has had her hand in practically everything there was to do in the criminal underworld of the outer rims. She came and did as she pleased and who would be foolish enough to stop her? Beautiful yet savage like a hungry beast, alluring yet like fire it burned those who come too close. In a way the Hutts' name for her suited her best. What better poison is there then a woman's touch?
She smiled at the thought. Notoriety had its benefits. NO ONE bothered her here. Invisibility in the underworld was something that credits could never buy.
Yet here was something that found it's way to her.
"This better be worth it." Looking down at the encrypted message in her hand. It had cost her no small amount of trouble to acquire this holo log containing a message she knew nothing about. When her sources had told her of it she scoffed it off and would have forgotten about it had they not told her one more thing. The Messenger also relayed the words "She'ika" if ever she was not interested. She almost burned them alive with her piercing green eyes as she coolly asked from who was the message from. They, for the life of them, did not know.
A pity. She would have to dispose of their corpses later.
Now alone in her private chambers aboard her ship the Jade Fire, she would hear what the rest of the message had to say. She'ika was mando'a; the language of the once greatest warriors of the galaxy, the Mandalorians. And there was only one person in the entire galaxy that would have the guts to call her Little Shego.
The blue hologram came up to life the moment she activated the encrypted log. A stout and muscular man clad in Mandalorian armor stood with arms crossed. His T-shaped visor gazing back at her.
"Hello She'ika. It's been awhile." At the sound of his voice she never knew what she wanted to do more, wanting to strangle the man to death was outweighing the feeling of wanting to hold him. But only by a little.
Jango Fett. The Galaxy's number one bounty hunter. The one man she would consider as her equal.
"Listen here you Banta Poodoo! Just because we slept together once doesn't mean-" Shego stopped herself. What am I doing? This is a recorded message. True she had a temper but this man just provoked every single nerve in her body.
The Mandalorian hunter had a lot of nerve sending her a message after disappearing from her life so suddenly years ago.
Her emotions aside the message continued.
"…I've never been good at this…Fierfek…" He took off his helmet and she could see his face clear as day. It was not the face she remembered him to be. Jango was hard, calculating, proud, and confident. This one was weary, worn, and somewhat softer looking. This was a Jango she had yet to see.
"A lot has happened She'ika. Truth be told I need a favor…"
After disappearing just like that you called in for a favor? She furiously thought. "You sleem-"
"Don't get coy with me She'ika. Those bounty hunters still giving you rifts? Remember that."
"How does that bastard know what I'm saying!" Shego shouted at the holo.
True while seemingly untouchable by many in the criminal underworld Bounty Hunters were a whole different matter all together. Greed was a powerful motivation, sometimes even more powerful then fear. The bounty on her head was proof of that. It paid to be acquainted with the name Jango Fett.
"You always had a temper there She'ika. That could get you into a lot of trouble one day. " He smiled a triumphant smile. How she hated that smug look. This was the Jango that she remembered. The one she loved.
Jango continued on.
"And if you're wondering about me disappearing like that…what was there to say? Our…relationship…is complicated. I've always done what I've always done and you yours. Its nothing personal."
This was definitely the Jango she remembered, Shego glared.
"I'm in a bind. My contract is limiting my options and I'm getting a feeling that something's up. You owe me She'ika. And I need something from you. I need to disappear after this. My employers have a…very tenacious way of tracking me down."
He paused. He almost seemed worried. But then he placed his helmet back on and the Mandalorian warrior replaced the human face.
"I have an assignment to collect back in Coruscant in a month. Meet me there at these coordinates. Don't be late."
It looked like Jango had something else to say but the message ended there. All Business, All professional Jango. Even to those that knew him.
Shego was quiet for a time, staring at the empty air where the hologram used to be before blasting it with her innate plasma blasts.
"I hate that man…" She grimaced…sounding defeated and exhausted.
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"Ron stop playing with that!" Kim looked back with agitation at her padawan partner.
"But Kim it's so cool! you can track anyone with this thing! See the yellow bleeping looking thing is Master Katz! Look at him pace back and forth. Plus this thing also plays games! Games!" Ron was thoroughly amused by Wade's gift to Kim.
The Kinetically Induced Mass Communicator. The K.I. was no ordinary Com-link, far from it. It was a tracking device, a DNA scanner, a portable recording camera, and had access to the Jedi archives. A one of a kind electronic piece.
She thanked the little genius boy with all her heart. It would definitely come in handy, especially for an up and coming Jedi.
"Ron the KIMmunicator is not a toy." With a wave of her hand and a little help from the Force she snatched it away from him, returning to its rightful owner.
"Aw man. I never get to have any fun." Ron sighed.
The two were making their way back to the temple from Wade's junk shop when their Master had called them in saying they were to meet him at the Senate hall.
"A Jedi's work is never done." Kim smiled.
"Why can't we be done at 5 like everyone else in the galaxy?" Ron complained.
"C'mon you baby." She tugged on his sleeve as she began to make her way to their destination.
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The Senate.
Birthplace of democracy and standing foundation of the Republic.
Kim had never felt anything grander in her life than standing here upon her halls. So many great things have been achieved in this place, so many voices from so many different races and species, which represented their galaxy. She always wanted to visit but with her Jedi duties and training, it was not something she could just out of the blue.
She spotter her Master idly standing by at the top of a set of stairs.
"Whats the sitch Master?" Kim never one to flinch from her duties was eager to hear what Master Katz had to say.
Gerald greeted her with a nod and looked behind her. "Where's Ronald?"
"Bathroom." Kim giggled.
"Oy…that boy. Honestly." Gerald shook his head.
"Anyway. It seems we've been called in for a favor."
"From who Master?"
Gerald paused for a moment, as if he was weighing in the importance of such a question. Whenever this one was concerned, events had a funny way of turning into one massive problem. Such was the nature of this man and his connection with the Force. Gerald could already feel the bruises and the aches to come. Nevertheless he offered his help. He could not do any lesser.
"A friend." He smiled as he turned his head, indicating a hooded figure behind him who gave a courteous nod and a greeting.
"Hello there." He said solemnly as he pulled down his cloak.
Kim could only stare in awe before snapping herself back to reality. "Master Obi-wan Kenobi."
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AN. As I stated before I have adopted this fic from Trombe. I will be uploading new chapters in blocks of five as I make small changes to suit my own writing style. Thanks for reading and a giant Thank You to Trombe for allowing me to adopt this fic.