Legacy Wars

by CrystalDCSStorm

The temptation became to great and I had to delve into the Legacy of my characters curtsey of SWTOR. If you play the SWTOR MMO this story will contain mild spoilers for SW, BH, and JK storylines companions included . I will mark those sections to give fair warning. It also contains some inside jokes relative to the game. All in all I'm having a lot of fun with.

37. Chapter 36

Chapter 36 – The Republic Strikes Back (The Smuggler)

Dubrillion Spaceport

Corellian XS Light Freighter Hanger

Blood flew out of my mouth. I stumbled, catching myself. Frak. Being as drunk as I was fighting Mekethia's sneak attack was proving to be a little difficult.

For one, I had no idea where my blaster had gone. For two, I was fraking drunk. I had not been this drunk in quite some time. I'd been working. Hard. Doing… things I couldn't rightly remember at the moment.

"You bitch," I growled and whirled. My cybernetic eye focused in on her a lot faster than my real one did. "Wait till I'm sober. I don't give a frak what Laresa says, I'm gonna blow your stupid republic brains-"

She tried to cut off my tirade with another fist but I caught it, and kicked her right in the stomach. Yes I stumbled back but I caught myself. Kethia looked pissed and that made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I couldn't keep up enough to block her next series of attacks and the next time her fist cracked against my face, it put me on the ground.

"Who ever let you in this space sport is going to get it," I mumbled. I would have gotten up, but the concrete floor was cold, and it felt really good against my cheek.

"You're sloppy and undisciplined." Mekethia said. She stepped back and let her lackey run up to me, shoving his knee into my back and cuffing my hands.

"You're a hating bitch, who lost the last time we met," I snapped.

"And yet, here I am."

I muttered another slurred expletive at her as Jorgan hauled me to my feet.

"Permission to silence the prisoner," Jorgan said.

"Permission to silence the prisoner." I mocked in a high pitched tone. However, through my annoyance I realized this was not the best of situations. At all. Never mind my capture, how the hell had Mekethia gotten the pass codes to get into the spaceport?

I knew she was having me watched but Lancoro's wedding wasn't something I talked about in open air. That meant she needed someone planet side. Shit. The droid. T7. Dammit Laresa. I needed to warn her.

No, I had to sleep off way too much liquor first. And getting captured could possibly work out in my favor. Yes, sleep first. We're they talking? Why were they talking? Idiot republic. "Oh just frakking hit me already you ugly-"

Thankfully, then finally obliged.