I'm back, and for good this time !
*sob*
Because holiday's oveeeeeer !
(desperate lamentations)
Ahem, crisis over, let's keep this amateuresque and efficient.
-allias (now upgraded with an additional "l" ? Well, why not) : to answer your very pertinent question : wikipedia...
-jediavatar : imagine a whale, then feed it two gallons of growth serum from Tex Avery, and write 'thank you' on it. Should give you an idea of my gratefulness for your oh-so-elaborate review. For the rest, I can't really answer your questions without spoilers, so I'll have to settle for a 'keep wondering and reading'. Sorry.
Aaand here you go, end of Dantooine !
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Chapter 26 :
Of hunts, morons and drinks
I dodge the questioning looks by pointing out that we're getting mugged. Indeed, three completely armoured men are pointing their rifles at us from the outside. I spot some Duros on top of the adjoining hills.
The Mandalorian raiders I take it. A real pleasure.
«Good evening gentlemen, I greet them. May I ask what business took you all the way out here ?
-No, one of them grunts. Hand over your weapons and your valuables, or die.
-Well that was rude, I comment.
-Hurry it up ! the man adds impatiently.
-Canderous, he's all yours, I whisper. Carth, take the ones behind him, Bastila you take the left shooters, I take the right ones.
-Time's up ! Die !» the enemy shouts.
All of us spring into action. Lightsabers come to life on both sides of our party, C&C open fire. The raiders do the same.
I'm not excellent when it comes to deflecting shots. I have a tendency to think for too long and to seek cover rather than to do what Bastila's doing, namely spinning her blade (well, double blade : she got an upgrade it seems) and collecting the shots to hurl them back at the shooters. She makes it look so easy...and classy.
Meanwhile I barely dodge a flurry of shots and accidentally hit one, sending it to the ground. What is it the masters told me ? Something about - whoops that was close ! - trusting the Force. Yeah, that was it, and relying on my inner sensations. Heck some do this with their eyes closed, why can't I do it ?
Humiliating.
Well I'm getting sick of this, I'm turning the tables on them. I have three shooters to take care of. Fair enough, I grab them with the Force and pull them towards us. In fact, I position them right above the Mandalorians.
Then I drop them. This should be fun.
Unfortunately the warriors have sharp reflexes and they dodge their falling allies. Which doesn't mean that the Duros are unscathed. They made a pretty disgusting 'crunch' when they hit the ground.
«Three wounded, none of them dead, Chip informs me. Two of them with crippled mobility, all still able to shoot, as soon as daziness wears off, in two seconds. Estimated recovery period : two months if no kolto treatment.»
This buys us a golden opportunity to bombard them with grenades. I choose a cryogenic, Carth a frag, and Canderous a sonic. The racket is quite satisfying. The ensuing chaos is perfect.
I leap in the melee, decapitating a Mandalorian in midair. I give a push to one of the Duros trying to get up, and kick another warrior in the knee. Chip starts playing an arcade background music. I hack a shooter's arm off, and parry a vibroblade. My foe is the Mandalorian who spoke to us.
«Canderous ! I yell. You still didn't drop yours ?»
Error immediately corrected. A round from Ordo's cannon in the head sure has that sort of effect.
«Shooter at your back !» Chip alerts me.
I whirl around but he's already been dealt with by our prodigy padawan. I knew I kept her around for a reason.
Well, no, I don't keep her around, she's issued with the 'Council's slave' package.
Anyhow that leaves only one...no, that leaves noone, thanks to Carth's nice shot. Moving on to plundering. I take it upon myself to make sure this task is properly done. Meanwhile Canderous is grumbling about 'worthless traitors' and how these were no warriors to speak of. Something about them wearing their armor is greatly upsetting him.
«Even Republic here is a better fighter than you were ! he spits at the corpses.
-Hey, leave me out of this, will you ? the veteran snaps.
-Why should I ? he turns to Carth. You're a good warrior, that's all that's earning you respect from me, so you'd do darn well to be proud of it !
-I'm not a warrior, I'm a soldier, Carth grits his teeth. There's a difference.
-Heh, right, the Mandalorian snorts derisively. And what might that be ?
-Soldiers are defenders, they fight because they have to fight, he answers. They protect the innocent...mostly from warriors, he adds with a pointed glare.
-Ha ! I bet you tell yourself that every night so you can sleep ! the bigger man laughs. But deep down ? You're the same.
-Oh really ? So how do you explain that we didn't wager war just for kicks, huh ? Why didn't we go pillage the neighbourhood planets and slaughter their peoples like you lot did ?
-Because you're weak cowards, Canderous smirks.
-Big talk for someone who got beaten to his knees along with the rest of his people.
-You seem to forget that despite your huge numbers we beat you hands down until Revan came along. The credit of 'your' victory goes only to him.
-Right, I bet you tell yourself that every night so you can sleep, Carth shoots back.
-Oh, burn ! I grin.
-Look, I don't want to talk about this now ! the veteran continues testily. Let's just get out of here !»
I glance at Canderous. He's chuckling, proud of having struck a nerve. I'm wondering why that was a nerve. Sure, the war couldn't have been a very fun time (for him in any case; war can be fun...for some very specific people), but Carth doesn't seem so much worse for wear because of it. I'm sure it's some emotional crap again. Perhaps that deceased wife and son business ? Yeah, that must be it, because it's the only thing eating him.
That I know of anyway.
This group having been dealt with, I recall our client mentioning speeders. Let's go find them.
In the end we merely manage to find three. I don't know whether only the Mandies were motorised, or if the Duros hid them better, either way the result is the same.
We must decide who goes on foot.
«I call dibs on the one over there ! I exclaim immediately.
-Hey wait a minute, Carth starts to protest. We should-
-Dibs on this one ! Canderous interrupts and runs over to it.
-We should talk this through, don't you think ? the veteran repeats, irritated.
-What's there to talk through ? I frown. Three speeders for four of us, the droid can go in the luggage compartment. Right Mister butler-droid ?
-I can, it confirms.
-Well then, it's about who's the last to pick a vehicle, I shrug. Either one of you walks, or you try to be both on the same speeder, but that will be uncomfortable and dangerous. Your choice ! See you at the Enclave !»
Disregarding all protests I fire up the engine and drive away, closely followed by Canderous. To the Enclave we go, since I have to drop off C8 at the ship and look more closely at those landspeeders we confiscated. Perhaps I'll find a record there of the group's last movements. I am so not combing this area to search for them. It's a miracle I even bother with pursuing the investigation.
Well, no, I have ulterior motives of my own. I particularly want to get the leader's lightsabers. The way I see it, the more 'sabers I get, the more chances I have of figuring out exactly how they work. Among other things.
Then there's the fact that I want their speeders. Not only will they allow me to travel faster here, they should also provide interesting parts for my bike, which, if you remember, was badly smashed against a rock. I'll sell the excess.
It seems I've met my match when it comes to speeder racing : Canderous may have called me crazy because of my prowesses on Taris, he himself isn't the most cautious of drivers. Which explains why he nearly runs Elisa over when we come to the Enclave area.
«You're back ! she exclaims. Any news on my companion ?
-Destroyed. Get a life.» I summarize curtly.
With that I drive off. I hear Canderous' distinctive snort somewhere to my left. I grin too.
«EIDAN !»
Darn it. Quicker than I thought them to be. Hiding place, hiding place, my kingdom for a hiding place !
Fortunately this is a smuggler's ship so there are plenty of those. One in the ceiling in particular is looking especially nice. I hop up there and close the panel right on time. I hear Bastila storming past looking frantically for me. I concentrate on something else than the fact that I'm hiding, else I'd betray my position.
I sure hope I'm able to cloak in the Force.
It seems to be working for the moment, because she's currently walking towards the cockpit none the wiser. Perhaps it's time to make myself scarce.
Cautiously I open the panel again and I peek out. In the distance I hear the padawan talking with Canderous, which is reassuring. He won't give me away. I drop silently to the ground and aim for the exit. I'm sure glad I changed clothes, because Jedi boots aren't the best when it comes to infiltration.
I'm almost out when I run into the second person I wanted to avoid : one mildly irritated Carth Onasi.
«Hi Carth ! I zoom past.
-Oh no, you don't ! he catches me by the arm.
-Ow ! I complain. That actually hurts !
-Yeah, right, he huffs. And this planet is actually Dxun.
-It is ? I gawk at him. I thought it would be...wilder. I'm a little disappointed to say the least.
-Smartass, he groans.
-Always ! I grin.
-Hey Bastila ! he shouts inside (to my dismay). I've got him !
-Say Carth, I whisper to him. Could you give me heads-up about what it is she, and you in fact, are reproaching me ?
-You'll see soon enough, he growls. I think you already know anyway, or you wouldn't have tried to run.
-Well I knew there was something, I explain. I didn't need more than that to try to escape, you know me well enough to confirm that.
-Guess so, he shrugs. What's taking her so long ?
-Nothing, Bastila says upon emerging from the ship. Here I am, and you, Mister, are in trouble.
-I didn't do nothin' ! I squeal childishly. Honest !
-While your antics seem to be amusing some people, she glares at Carth who quickly loses the smile, rest assured that you will not succeed in dodging this conversation.
-I ain't dodgin' nothin', I continue innocently.
-Could you please stop this ? she sighs aggravatedly. It doesn't help anyone.
-Stop what ? I ain't doin' nothin' !
-I swear, say 'nothin'' again and I will punch you, she threatens.
-No ! Don't hit me, please !» I recoil, my eyes widening in fear.
Bastila takes a few (calming ?) breaths before speaking again.
«At least now I have your attention, she states tiredly. There are a few...issues...to address, and I need you to listen very carefully.»
I nod quickly, as would do a reprimanded child.
«Firstly, there is your complete lack of teamwork skills, she starts. In particular this tendency to abandon your allies, expecting them to follow. Not only is it very rude, it is also dangerous. Do you understand ?
-Yes, I mutter in a tamed manner.
-Really ? she frowns. Or are you merely saying this so that our conversation ends quickly ?»
Ouch, perceptive.
«I understand ! I'm not stupid ! I pout petulantly.
-Well, you will have to make an effort and better your ways, she lectures.
-Why ? I demand defiantly.
-I told you, because it is rude and dangerous ! she snaps.
-Why ?
-Because it divides the group, and we are weaker when seperated.
-Why ?
-Because-
-Wait, let me handle this» Carth interrupts Bastila.
The padawan looks at Carth, aggravated at first by his interruption then grateful for his offer. That's too bad, I was starting to have fun. Irritating Bastila is a fine hobby of mine. Well, let's see what will make Carth lose his temper.
The veteran puts his hand on my shoulder and drops to my level. This is where I realize what he's up to, and he's darn good. Consequently, I will concede him his victory.
«Firefly, he starts sternly. What's the first rule in the army ?
-Stay close to your buddies, I answer shyly.
-Right, he nods. Now, who are your buddies ?
-Those who fight by my side. You, usually.
-And what do you do when you go off whenever you like ?
-I go away from you.
-So ?
-So I don't stay close to my buddies.
-Exactly. And that's bad, he stresses patronizingly. We don't want that, do we ?
-I guess not, I shrug.
-No we don't, he confirms. So next time you do that, not only will you be a bad person, but you'll be grounded, understood ?
-Yes, I bow my head.
-Say what ? he urges me to repeat.
-I understand, I say louder.
-Good, he pats me on the head. Now you be good and you listen to what Bastila says.
-Okay.»
I should've known better than to play the reluctant child in front of a seasoned parent. Well, ex-parent. Still, it has been entertaining.
I diligently hear Bastila out, basically she's happy neither with my behaviour towards Elisa, nor with my utter disrespect for the Order's values. The latter having been brought up by my smug justification of the former : «Hey, now that I'm an emotion-deprived Jedi how am I supposed to have empathy ?». I still think that it's a valid point.
Now though she wants to report to the Council. Despite my efforts to convince her otherwise she believes that I must go with her, and so she ends up dragging me to the chamber. Carth isn't allowed in, though he doesn't look like he cares much...for the moment. In fact, I do believe that he's been slightly aloof since my performance. I wonder why.
«Ah, you have returned, young padawans, Vandar greets us. Tell me, have you found what it was that Revan and Malak sought in those ruins ?
-No, I'm just here because I enjoy your company so much, I mutter sarcastically.
-We did Masters, Bastila answers while glaring at me. We found an incomplete Star Map which could lead us ultimately to an ancient artifact called the Star Forge. However the data is insufficient for the moment. Fortunately four planets are highlighted on the Map, Manaan, Tatooine, Kashyyk and Korriban. Perhaps we will find more there.
-Yeah, what she said, I confirm half-heartedly.
-Hm, this news of a Star Forge is disturbing, the gremlin muses. Action is required, but we must not do so in haste.»
So far so obvious. I refrain from commenting, I feel I'm already skating on thin ice. I merely arch my eyebrows in a questioning manner.
«We must discuss recent events in light of this new information, Vandar concludes.
-We should consult the Archives to see if there is any mention of this 'Star Forge' and what it might do, Dorak adds thoughtfully. We must learn why Malak and Revan sought it out.
-Return to your ship with Bastila, and we will summon you when we are done, the diminutive master dismisses us.
-As you wish, I try not to sound too bitter. Goodbye.»
Seriously, summon me ? Is that what my life is supposed to be from now on, being those people's puppet ? Not gonna happen.
But for the moment I have no other option than to wait and see.
I'm almost sad to see how easily Bastila bows to them, without so much as a hint of annoyance that I could get from our bond. Almost sad.
In any case, now I'm free to get back to taking the droid apart, and that's great.
One thought though, none of the Masters seemed surprised by our news. In fact, only Dorak manifested any curiosity as to what the Star Forge is, whereas Vandar immediately assumed that the Star Forge is dangerous. I would've thought that the first question would be : 'do you have any information about the nature of the Star Forge ?'. Yet there was none whatsoever. Which naturally adds up to one thing : the Council knew what we would find there, and what we wouldn't.
But as always that raises more questions. Such as why send Nemo then ? That's completely absurd ! Just a life thrown away like this, it goes against everything the Jedi seem to stand for. So conclusion 1 : Jedi are devious bastards. Obvious. Moving on.
Perhaps Nemo was a menace to the Council one way or another. A spy maybe ? Or suspected to be one ? Then there's the possibility that he was merely a nuisance, however I don't see how. He was always on his own, answering when talked to but never initiating any tiresome conversation - unlike some I could mention - and quite frankly he was perhaps the most open-minded Jedi I met on Dantooine.
I guess someone could also have had a vision about Nemo, be it that he'd have a hand in compromising some Jedi business or something else, leading the Council to send him to his death. All the while justifying it by the 'will of the Force'.
Anyhow, next question : if they knew what to find there, why didn't they do something about it earlier ? Hm...it's possible that they merely knew what the droid told them, and that they couldn't get into the Map. Though why is a mystery to me; if the greenhorns we are could do it, I'm sure a bunch of masters of the Force could too, and without breaking a sweat.
And then there's the fact that Revan sought it out, but that's very recent history, why didn't anyone get there earlier ? Actually, someone did, that Qel-Droma bloke must have if he or someone from his time sealed the doors. So why didn't he seek the Star Forge ? Especially since he later on fell to the Dark Side.
Ah, so many inconsistencies, it's driving me insane !
We get to the Ebon Hawk in silence. I jog up the ramp and head towards the workshop. Carth's there, busying himself with cleaning his blaster. I salute him and get working on C8.
After a while I finally realize what's been bugging me. The veteran is unnaturally quiet. He didn't even ask what transpired, and that's very unlike him. I glance at him. He doesn't seem to be in distress, yet seeing his unreadable face is...unusual to say the least. He's always been easy to read, until now.
What's bothering me more is that I'm actually paying attention to someone else.
So to ward off any trace of concern I ask Chip to play music while I'm working. Which he does happily.
When I wake up I feel like every inch of my being was beaten up with red-hot clubs of titanium, and my brain hurts in a manner that makes me feel empathy with any vegetables destined to being grated. I swear I won't look at carrot salad in the same way anymore.
Two thoughts navigate bravely through the fog of pain : 1) Get a painkiller, maybe two, and 2) That's odd, I didn't even dream this time. In fact, my sleep was completely empty, and as it seems, longer than usual.
I act on 1) so that I gather the cognitive functions required to reflect on 2).
Perhaps I'm getting sick ? But that's ridiculous, I'm never sick, which as you may imagine is particularly handy when exploring strange planets with unknown wildlife and lots of airborne pathogens. Besides, didn't Zhar tell me that Jedi are particularly resistant to poisons and illnesses ? Granted, that doesn't mean immunity but still...
Wait a second, it could have been poison ! After all there's this V looming about. However I don't know of any poison with these effects. I had better ask Chip.
Surprisingly Chip is switched off when I get to him. I can't remember powering him down...but then I can't remember getting to bed either. I didn't get drunk, did I ?
Once awake Chip is a bit disoriented, and that definitely sets all alarms loose. I ask him what his last recorded data is. He says it's the summary of my preliminary results on C8. So memory-wipe it is. Somebody wiped my friend's memory !
I'm shaking with rage. Who would dare ? And more importantly, who'd have the skills to do it ?
I would have them obviously, but since I wouldn't do it for any price, I believe I can reasonably eliminate myself from the list of suspects. For the moment anyway.
Then who's left ? T3, Mission maybe, that V character perhaps, and people I don't know, although I can't say I've met many here with enough brain cells to deserve being called sentient creatures. Motives ? For T3 : jealousy of his skills, making me miserable, some unknown demonic plot he's no doubt working on...the list could be very long. For Mission : unless she's got ulterior motives, which is unlikely but possible, she could have done it to spite me. For V : to keep me on my toes, to erase something she did and he witnessed...those are most obvious candidates. As for the unknown, well by definition...you get my point.
Now, to narrow it down. The only credible motive would have been to camouflage an action, because the ones consisting of malice towards me or Chip would have lead to Chip's destruction rather than tampering with memory. As for making me nervous...it works, but there are easier ways to do that.
So most likely suspects : V and T3, in order of likelihood (despite my wariness of the beeping machine).
Oh wait, could a Jedi have done that ? Hm, who knows the extent of their skills...especially since there are sentinels within their ranks. It's possible...
Okay, well let's start with gathering evidence and statements. This matter won't stay a mystery if I've got any say in the matter.
After a thorough examination of the (supposed) crime scene I make my way to the common room. The whole gang minus Canderous is there. Bastila is the first to notice me, but Carth is the first to react :
«Wow, you look like hell ! he frowns worriedly. What happened to you ?
-You're a sight to behold yourself ! I retort because he visibly didn't sleep well either. Nightmares much ?
-None of your business, he mutters turning back to his caffa.
-Then that is also what you'll get as an answer, I shrug and sit down. How about the rest of you people, you slept well I hope ?
-My rest was undisturbed, Bastila answers indifferently.
-Good, I smile. Mission, Zaalbar ?
-What do you care ? the Twi'lek grumbles resentfully.
-I was merely making conversation, I say lightly. Would you rather eat in awkward silence ? Just say the word.
-We don't need you to talk at breakfast ! she snaps. We were perfectly fine until you showed up !
-Oh ? I raise my eyebrows. In that case I shall leave you be. I don't particularly wish to stay where I am not welcome. Enjoy your meal !»
I finish pouring myself a cup of caffa then stand and walk out. I think I'll go sit in the cockpit, the view is nice. I settle in the confortable pilot seat, put my legs on the control panel and start drinking my beverage. Hopefully it'll soothe my pain a bit, in addition to the painkillers' effects. A hot drink does that sometimes. I let myself slide into semi-consciousness as I start daydreaming, skating on the surface of my second level of awareness. A faint lullaby echoes in the distance...
I'm brought back by the sound of approaching footsteps. I rapidly recognize Carth's military stomps. Really, he could make an effort.
I do hope he's not here for some pity party on my account. As if a teen's tantrum could get to me. Yeah, right !
«Ah, Carth, I turn around sharply. Could you please look if the Hawk's navicomputer has the coordinates for Tatooine, Korriban, Manaan and Kashyyk ?»
Immediately he frowns suspiciously.
«Why ?
-Because I have the feeling we'll get sent there by the Council shortly, I scowl. And because the navicomp is accessible by the door, which is out of my immediate reach.
-Why would they do that ? he crosses his arms. What's out there ?
-Some artifact they want us to retrieve, I shrug. It's called the Star Forge apparently. Wild goose chase if you ask me.
-And what's it supposed to do ?
-Nobody knows, that's the best part, I smirk bitterly. The only reason the Jedi are interested is because Revan may have found it, so it might be behind the Sith's military superiority.
-Really ? So you've got a strong lead as to why the Republic is getting its ass kicked and you didn't think to tell me ?!
-I just did, so what are you complaining about !
-I don't know, maybe I don't like being left out of the loop by people who call themselves my friends !
-I'm fairly certain I'm not included in that category, I scoff.
-Well that's good because I'd feel pretty betrayed by you if you were ! he growls.
-Then we are in agreement ! Amazing ! I grin innocently.
-Yeah, my thoughts exactly, he mutters ironically.
-So, about those coordinates ?»
He verifies the information half-heartedly. I can tell his mind is elsewhere. Granted, this observation doesn't earn me much credit, it's far too easy.
«They're all in there, he says distractedly.
-Excellent, thanks, I nod and turn back.
-Don't mention it» he mumbles.
Right, that's out of the way, so now I have only...the problem of Chip's assailant to figure out. Great.
I take another gulp of caffa, dead-set on drifting off again because I don't want to deal with it right now. I faintly register the sound of uncomfortable shifting, then of Carth walking out.
The summons comes when I'm busying myself with triangulating the location of the raiders' lair, based on their speeders' recordings. I reluctantly follow Bastila, already knowing what the verdict will be. It's pretty obvious after all.
The mild hint of curiosity I'm feeling is due to the following question : what did the Masters find regarding the Star Forge, and what will they choose to tell us ?
As usual the Council chamber is immaculate and filled with people I don't particularly wish to spend my time with. Vandar is the one who addresses us in his quite discordant voice :
«Padawan, you have done well in discovering the Star Map hidden within the ancient ruins.»
Yeah, hidden ideed !
«But ? I prompt him trying not to sound too bored.
-But there is more you must do in battle against Malak and the Sith, he continues.
-You're not sending me on the front lines, are you ? I frown worriedly.
-Indeed not. We Jedi know victory over the Sith will not come through martial might.»
That's pretty obvious, since you've been trying that and the results haven't been very conclusive so far. I didn't say that out loud, did I ?
«The Council has a mission for you, Padawan, he concludes.
-You do know it's not my birthday today, right ? I quirk an eyebrow.
-Hush Eidan ! Bastila hisses.
-Joking, sheesh ! I roll my eyes.
-I have consulted our vast archives in an effort to discover the nature of this 'Star Forge', but all my efforts have been in vain.
-Unsurprisingly, I comment.
-Why do you say this Padawan ? Vandar immediately inquires.
-Because if I were Revan and the Forge really were my secret weapon, well I'd make sure my ennemies - you among others - couldn't get any intel on it, so I'd erase every bit of information in your precious archives. Assuming there was any information in the first place, but I suppose so; otherwise how did Revan know about it ?
-Indeed, Dorak nods thoughtfully.
-Still, the Council is in agreement, Vrook takes over. The Star Forge must be found !
-Obviously, I mutter.
-Silence ! he barks. This is a serious matter, the whole galaxy may be at stake ! As I was saying, Revan and Malak sought it out when they began their tragic fall; the Star Forge is surely a poweful tool of the Dark Side.
-Or a powerful tool of no allegiance which was used to serve the Sith's interests, I point out.
-Perhaps so, Zhar concedes. Either way the result is the same : because of it the Dark Side is more powerful, and we cannot allow this.
-The Star Map in the ruins showed you four planets, but it was incomplete, Vandar states to stop the debate. It did not show the location of the Star Forge itself. We believe there may be similar Star Maps on these planets.
-So far I agree.
-Each Star Map is likely a small piece of a larger puzzle, he continues. Find the Star Maps on Kashyyk, Tatooine, Manaan and Korriban and we believe they will lead you to the Star Forge.
-That would be oddly convenient, I wince. And very careless on Revan's part. For all we know he may have corrupted the Map's data, so we aren't even sure those are the correct planets to investigate !
-That might be, Dorak hums. Yet for lack of a better lead, we shall take the risk.
-You mean you shall make me take the risk, I grumble. Who knows what elaborate traps your Dark Lord set up on the way ?
-We believe you were chosen by the Force to accomplish this mission, and as a Jedi you should trust in the Force, Zhar reprimands me.
-Yes master, I bow stiffly.
-The Jedi numbers have been ravaged by this war, Vandar admits. Be it by defections to Malak's cause or by Sith assassins. But we realize the importance of this mission.
-So why not send someone more experienced ? Aren't you worried I'll fall just like Revan did, or perhaps even faster ?»
That seems to hit home. Maybe I shouldn't have taken out the big guns, there's a risk they won't send me now. Because as unnerving as it is to be sent by those complacent masters to make their errands I don't want to get stuck here, and I'm very interested in the Star Forge. Yet I'm playing reluctant, so that they don't suspect my intentions.
«Of course we're worried about that ! Vrook bluntly and honestly answers. Which is why you're not going alone.
-Oh ? I raise an eyebrow. Do I get a kickass Knight with me ? Or several ?
-If we sent a company of Jedi Knights with you we would surely draw the full attention of Malak and the Sith, dooming your efforts to failure. Although if would be foolish to send you on this quest alone.
-Why do I get the feeling my so-called aid will turn out to be a burden ? I muse softly.
-Enough ! Vrook warns dangerously.
-Bastila will accompany you, Vandar says his freaky eyes twinkling with amusement.
-The Republic's Last Chance is coming with me ? I turn to her with exaggerated shock. Such an honor ! Not to mention that her behaviour is the very definition of inconspicuous.»
She simply throws me a murderous look.
«Okay then, that's a promising start, I comment.
-Indeed, Vandar nods. There is a powerful connection between you two...a connection that might be the key to unraveling the mysteries uncovered by Revan. And of course those who aided you on Taris will also come; they possess skills you may find useful in your quest.
-Woah, hold your speeders ! I raise a hand. Have you even talked to them about it ? Because I had a word with Carth this morning and he didn't have a clue, not to mention that I very much doubt people like Canderous would be interested in the slightest.
-They will come with you, Vandar repeats calmly.
-So you didn't, I surmise. I do hope you're not actually expecting me to do the persuading, especially since I don't particularly want them with me.
-We are not and rest assured that they will be there, all of them, regardless of what you like ! Vrook snaps. Discipline may be a bitter pill to swallow for you but keep in mind that we are your direct superiors here !
-Duly noted Master, I smirk.
-Secrecy and discretion are paramount to your success» Vandar adds oblivious to the quarrel.
He has no idea how right he is.
«You will not be able to hide the fact that you are a Jedi, he adds further.
-Is that a challenge ? I smile devilishly.
-No, because you shouldn't. But the true nature of your mission must not reach Malak's ears.
-Got it.
-You may return here at any time. Dantooine will be a sanctuary for you, a safe haven. Here you can find supplies and whatever advice or other aid we may give you.
-When do I leave ?
-Whenever you wish, the sooner the better, Vrook answers (double meaning in his words ?). The longer you wait the stronger Malak becomes. But first a warning young Padawan.»
Incoming lecture about the Dark Side ! Switching off all cognitive systems !
I realize the meeting is over when Vandar tells the ritual Jedi parting phrase, wishing the Force to be with me. I say the traditional answer mindlessly and leave.
Bastila doesn't follow me. Secretive, are we ?
In any case I have some raiders to track down, so I get back to the Hawk.
«Okay guys, the plan is simple : first we sabotage the speeders, then we shoot them up from here, I explain.
-Smooth, Canderous approves.
-Provided you manage to get there unnoticed, Carth points out.
-Well if we don't I hope we can rely on your support, I smile mischievously. Ready Mission ?
-Oh yeah ! the Twi'lek grins devilishly.
-Let's go then !»
We managed to find the raiders' camp, and a vantage point from where the Mandies have no cover. Their leader is over there, he's even bigger than Canderous and that's no small feat. Just like his fellows he's completely covered by armor and he's got mean looking weapons. Of course, gentle looking weapons are harder to find.
Anyway Mission and I being the two stealthy people in the group, we go take care of the speeders so that the raiders can't escape on them. It's also a way to reconcile with the moody teenager because having her glaring at me all day long isn't a very appealing prospect.
Stealth field generator on I make my way slowly to the camp. They're not very far from their vehicles so it won't be too easy, however seeing as they're very loud in their conversations I don't believe they're all that aware of their surroundings. Besides the fact that they've been plundering these plains without encountering any resistance so far must have done wonders for their carelessness.
On the other hand they do have a missing group, so that might have disturbed them somewhat. We'll see.
Surprisingly enough none of us got spotted by the time I arrive to my first target. I'm not about to complain. My job is done without a hitch. I move on to the second speeder. Then the third. Seems like I did my part, and there was noone to spoil it this time. Yay !
What about Mission ? Hm, there's no easy way to determine how she's getting on, so I do what we agreed to, which is head back. I take a different route this time, seeing as I'm not starting from the same spot, but that's not really a problem. It might slow me down a bit, that's all.
Or so I thought.
«Stop ! Chip suddenly barks. Minefield !»
Is that so ? I scan the area with renewed caution. I don't see anything, but if Chip says so then it must be true. Hm, this is troublesome I didn't expect them to actually make an effort on fortifications of any kind. It seems that I underestimated someone for a change. It's refreshing.
«Thanks, I whisper. Schematics please ?
-It was my pleasure, he answers cheerfully. And here they are.»
In a corner of my visor Chip displays a simulation of the minefield. It's a little thin when compared to military ones, yet it's covering most of my escape routes. Save for the one I took, and some possible - though very uneven and reasonably dangerous - ways. Since I don't want to go back to the camp I suppose I'll have to try one.
It's going pretty well until a loud explosion rings out in the plains. I believe this is an appropriate time to curse, though not too loudly. And to point out that it wasn't my fault. Must have been Mission, damnable Twi'lek !
Needless to say the camp is now in full alert, everyone is taking cover and readying his weapon. It seems though that they didn't spot anyone in particular, which is peculiar if Mission really got blown up by a mine. Perhaps she didn't cause the explosion by stepping on it.
Anyway neither Carth nor Canderous waste time and they begin to shoot at the raiders. Fire is immediately returned, which provides me with an opportunity to escape. I'm almost out of the minefield when - naturally, how could it have gone otherwise ? - my stealth field quits on me.
That's the last time I buy from Owell Electronics.
It doesn't take miraculous powers of observation to spot me now, which a Duros obligingly does, so the group's ire turns to me.
Time to implement plan B, which I personally call Run Really Fast While Dodging Shots. Not a personal favorite but one I'm reasonably familiar with.
So I start sprinting for my life, using the Force to accelerate myself and careful not to run in a straight line - otherwise I'd be target practice. Shots are frizzling past me, some unnervingly close, leaving me dead scared of getting hurt. Let's not even consider the possibility of getting killed !
Fortunately I have Chip's precious help. Even if he says his measuring devices aren't working well because of my speed - and complains about it very insistently - his guesses - extrapolations he says, but I know better - as to where the next volley will be aimed are thankfully accurate.
I look up hopefully at the rocky area I'm getting close to : there I'll find cover.
Naturally fate has other ideas. A lucky hit gets me in the leg, thigh to be precise, which as you may or may not know - for your sake I hope the latter, not that I care much mind you - hurts like hell. Unsurprisingly I fall to the ground, clutching my wound and yowling in pain. Then my brain kicks in and I switch my lightsaber on, intent on parrying the incoming beams of energy. With my other hand I rummage through my belt in search of a medpack. I frown when I see the leader barks orders and his raiders adjust something on their weapons.
«Paralyzing rays I surmise, Chip muses. Those a lightsaber cannot stop, let alone send back.
-Well shizzle, I sigh. I really didn't intend to fight that battle.
-If I may, he proposes, let me remind you that I can, for a short length of time, create a stealth field myself.
-I know, I nod. I was just thinking how to use that best. Hm, think I've got it !»
I stand up, cringing in pain, and I use an improvised Force-jump to close the remaining distance between me and the closest cover. Then I use Chip's invisibility to crawl to another, from where I can observe the camp.
As I was hoping the leader isn't all too bright : his men and he immediately go for the speeders - while getting shot at by Carth and Canderous, who kill two of them - and they start in my direction. I suppose they want to get the Jedi.
Chuckling mishievously I reach in my pocket. I press a button.
Six explosions tear through the relative quiet of the plains. Then there's silence. I let myself go against the rock I'm hiding behind and release my breath. That felt good !
The Mandalorian raiders are history. The surviving Duros are doubtlessly scattering.
I manage to find some damnable medical supplies and stuff my wound with them. Hopefully they'll help. Then I push myself up using the rock for support and start making my way back to our two shooters. I also take the time to congratulate both Chip and myself on yet another survival. I have to get my friend power soon, otherwise he'll run out and consequently faint.
It's a shame we couldn't secure the speeders, but I believe this way was close to optimal - if we except the little hitch. Speaking of loot, I remember I didn't search the leader's corpse so I sharply turn and limp towards the crash site. It's pretty far actually, I should've waited a bit longer before detonating. Well, what's done is done, no need to wail about it.
I finally reach the Mandalorian's remains. They're a bit messy but thanks to the armor they're more or less in one piece. I carefully kneel beside him and frisk him. As I expected I find...three lightsabers in his pockets ? Actually that's more than I expected, he was one successful Jedi hunter ! A very worthy adversary, I salute thee ! The handful of credits I also salvage won't go to waste either. Too bad his weapon didn't survive, though I don't know what I would've done with it. This being a farmer world and that a pretty complicated gun I doubt there would be many buyers.
Sooo all in all a successful day ! This calls for a celebrational drink at the cantina especially since we'll get paid upon our return. Which reminds me that I have to take the helm back, as proof of the leader's demise. I take what I need and get back.
«Well that was fun» Canderous comments lightly.
We're currently sitted at a table in the cantina, nursing a glass of ale and wasting our time with idle chit-chat, which apparently - Chip told me that is - is considered a very healthy occupation. The chit-chat I mean, not the ale. I would've guessed it was the other way around.
Still, I'm forced to admit that it's been quite nice, especially considering that the alternatives are worse. Not to mention that Chip's recharging, so I'd probably get bored even faster than usual.
And lastly having Carth and Canderous participate in the same conversation can have interesting results.
«I wouldn't say that, Carth frowns a little, but it was satisfying, I'll give you that.
-Ha ! Say what makes you feel better if you want, it don't change the fact that we've all enjoyed it ! the Mandalorian laughs.
-Yes, I hum distantly. The thrill of the hunt, the jubilation of an indisputable victory...I've missed it. Though I could've done without the wound. Damn thing hurts like mad !
-Bah ! A small fee for a memory that'll fill your heart with pride in your old days ! Canderous huffs.
-Thinking about your retirement, are you ? I snicker.
-A bit, yeah, he shrugs. Though that's not gonna happen any time soon.
-Keep telling yourself that, I grin innocently. But if you want, I can help you practice your bedtime stories skills.
-You about the grandpa business again ? he growls dangerously while Carth snorts.
-Not particularly, it can be grandma too if that's more to your - oops ! Watch it, you nearly hit me there ! If I didn't know you better I could've sworn you did that on purpose !
-Sorry, won't happen again» he smirks.
And he smashes his glass on my head. I really should've seen it coming. I guess the alcohol in my system didn't help any. Yeah, let's go with that excuse.
As it is, now I have my eyesight full of stars and a growing bump on my skull. I let my head rest on the table and let out an agonizing moan. Canderous is chuckling on my left, which joins with the quiet laugh Carth has been desperately trying to quell on my right.
I think I hate them.
I'm spared further humiliation by Mission's and Zaalbar's arrival.
«Hey guys ! she greets us cheerfully before (probably) taking the scene in. What's up with him ?
-He's bein' frail, Canderous grumbles. What are you doin' here ?
-I was kinda bored so we decided we'd hang out with y'all !
-Right, I snort derisively. More like you decided and Zaalbar couldn't talk you out of it.
-Actually Big Z was hungry, she states smugly.
-Hm, I didn't think of that, I concede.
-Sooo, she starts in a charming tone. Still not gonna admit you messed up Firefly ?
-I did no such thing, I refute definitively.
-Did too ! she sing-songs.
-Did not !
-Did too !
-Did not !
-Did too !
-Nuh-uh !
-Uh-huh !
-Nuh-uh !
-Uh-huh !
-Nuh-
-Hey ! Stop it would you ! Carth interrupts our epic battle of wills.
-Spoilsport, I mutter.
-Maybe, but I'd like to point out Canderous' slightly less tactful way of shutting you up, the veteran shrugs while showing the Mandalorian's hands poised to head-slap us both.
-Oh, I say indifferently. Then I guess I owe you the receding of my headache, thanks.
-Guess you do.»
That concludes it I guess. Hm, there was something I wanted to tell them, what was it ? Oh well, it'll come back if it's important.
Hey, is that Bastila coming in ? Unfortunately, I'm right. I was really looking forward to a Jedi free evening.
«There you are ! she exclaims exasperatedly. I have been looking everywhere for you !
-Why, what happened ? Carth worries.
-Well, we have been sent on a mission for the Council if you recall, she sniffs. And I fail to see how your staying here drinking alcoholic beverages is helping in any way.
-You Princess need to loosen up, Canderous states.
-I second that, I quip.
-What are you doing sprawling on that table ? she retorts.
-Admiring the view...I answer slyly (which makes her cross her arms in front of her chest).
-Well stop, she snaps.
-Not to worry about that, there isn't much to see anyway, I shrug dismissively. I'm more interested in that potted plant over there.»
She sighs warily and glares at Canderous who's laughing openly. That doesn't stop him in the slightest. The rest of the group is more discreet about it, and there's no malice in their good humor. Which doesn't help the Padawan's mood.
«Oh c'mon, don't take it like that ! Mission lays a hand on her arm. It's a joke !
-I do not find you mocking me very amusing, she huffs.
-That's exactly what we're sayin' ! You're takin' it too seriously ! He didn't mean it, I'm sure he thinks you're very pretty, he's just too much of a jerk to admit it. You know how he is.
-I'm right here you know, I raise my hand. Also I'd like to use this incredible opportunity to ask you to take those girly talks elsewhere. And no, I don't think she's very pretty.
-Provin' my point ! the Twi'lek sing-songs.
-Perhaps so. I was under the impression that you wanted something Bastila, was I wrong ?
-I did, yes, she recollects. I wanted to ask you what our next step would be.
-Yeah, I'd like to know too, Carth joins in.
-Must we do this now ? I moan.
-You heard Master Vrook, the sooner we are ready the better our chances of success, she points out.
-Yeah, I sigh tiredly. Okay, fine, let's do this. First of all, are you all aware of the mission we were sent on, and did you all agree to come along ?»
General nodding or grunts of assent. It would seem the Council actually told the truth. Interesting. I finally straighten up and look at the others.
«Excellent, I say. The next question to address is where to begin. What do you think ?
-The wisest choice would be Manaan, Bastila answers. As you doubtlessly know it is where kolto is produced, so there we could replenish our supply. Moreover as the Selkath are staying strictly neutral in the war, there should be little danger involved. The downside being that we'll have to use diplomatic skills, which most of you are definitely lacking.
-You'll let her talk to you like that Canderous ? I jibe.
-Bah, talk, that's all she can do, Canderous shrugs. Doesn't matter much.
-Good point, I concede. Any other opinions ?
-I pretty much agree with Bastila, Carth speaks up. Kolto is always handy.
-Canderous ?
-Kashyyk sounds like fun, the Mandalorian answers. The Wookies are a strong people, and wildlife is far more challenging there than here. I wouldn't mind Tatooine either, there are less mosquitos.
-Mission ?
-Gee, I dunno, she muses. I haven't travelled much so I don't know anythin' 'bout those planets. I guess I'd like to see Kashyyk because that's where Big Z is from.
-Zaalbar ?
-Do not feel obligated to visit my home planet on my account, he almost pleads. I said I would follow and protect you, and I can do that anywhere.
-Okay, so you don't have a preference if I understand correctly, I summarize. In short there's a draw between Manaan and Kashyyk. I notice nobody wants to see Korriban, why is that ?
-Because of the Sith of course, Bastila frowns. Surely you are aware of their strong presence on the planet.
-Yes, but that's exactly why they wouldn't expect us there, don't you think ? I arch an eyebrow.
-Which doesn't mean that we wouldn't get caught, she retorts. Besides you are not ready to face a place ridden by so much darkness.
-However I'm not strong enough to be noticed immediately, and perhaps not open enough to be in any real danger, I object.
-Oh you are, you merely don't realize it yet, she assures me.
-Well, you're the expert I guess, I relent. Have you been there ?
-I...no, but I have been told what to expect there.
-Interesting. To return to our previous debate it seems that my vote will be the decisive one.»
I take a look at everyone. Carth is dubious, Bastila expressionless, Mission excited, Zaalbar resigned, and Canderous indifferent. These are the people I'll be spending my time with in the next weeks, perhaps even months.
Hm, there are too many of them for my liking. Which calls for drastic measures.
«We're going to Kashyyk.»