Hi everyone !
Long time no see and everything, but I was working on it I promise. Perhaps not as assiduously as I should have, but nonetheless here you go. Hope you like it !
And now for some long-overdue messaging I believe :
jediavatar : as always thank you very much, I'm very happy to see you like the trips to Firefly's mind, his and Bastila's joined meditation, and of course my dialogues which I have the must fun writing. Hope you enjoy this chapter as well !
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And now to the main event !
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Yeah that's right, fifty chapters ! I'm so proud of myself.
Chapter 50 :
Welcome to dusty-land
I have mixed feelings about Tatooine. It's a useful place when you want to disappear for a time, find mercenaries, and indulge in shady business without too many strings attached. It's a sort of neutral zone where nobody pokes his nose into your private affairs unless they infringe on his own. That's refreshing.
But that's not to say it's a nice place to go. Sand everywhere, two suns to better fry you on the spot, crooks trying to sell overpriced and useless stuff on every corner, and no-one capable of appreciating my conversation, let alone my sense of humor. It makes dealings with people far less entertaining than they could have been.
Then again, I've seldom met people I enjoy talking to. It occurs to me that a high concentration of such individuals is located in the Hawk's crew. Huh.
« Firefly ! You're daydreamin' again ! C'mon, we need to find Czerka 'n investigate ! »
I guess Mission's and Jolee's presence counterbalances every generous thought I might concede to some of my companions.
« Don't push it, brat, I growl. You may find my 'daydreaming' as you call it life-saving sooner than you think.
-Yeah, right. Thinkin' of new ways to drive the world crazy, were ya ? she winks.
-That too, but don't try and distract me from the point here, I smirk.
-Which is ?
-Shut up.
-Geez, got up on the wrong side o' bed this mornin' or what ?
-You don't really have a choice when you sleep in a bunk, I shrug. But I'm serious, cool it or the deal's off.
-'Kay, she grumbles.
-Good. »
We've been walking in the settlement called Anchorhead for about a half-hour I think. It's not very big, it's just that there are parts which are not easily navigated through. The market for example.
Yeah, just our luck that we'd land on the one day in the week when the streets are crowded. I'm pretty certain that this small village is not a very lively one most of the time. The half-rotten faces of the locals lighting up with surprise when they discover that the guy they've been stealing glances at is their neighbour is a dead giveaway.
Of course that may be me over-imagining things.
Looking on the bright side, we can get lost in the crowd and I'm not sure an assassin could get a clear shot at us here. All we should have to do is keeping a low profile.
And staying on the lookout.
With me are Chip but that goes without saying, Mission as you no doubt already guessed, Zaalbar because Mission's here, Bastila who won't let me out of her inquisitive sight, Carth because he's paranoid, and Canderous because boredom. Oh, and Juhani who joined without asking anyone. So all in all, a pretty big party. Not very stealthy. Fortunately some of them weren't late on brain-delivery day so they're not insisting on us staying too close to one another. Which divides us into three groups : Canderous on his own, Juhani the same, Bastila and Carth together, and the brat and broom combo with me. This time I'm not in disguise - save for the beige hooded cloak but that's pretty commonplace around here - mostly because I couldn't be bothered. This is a small settlement : if anyone's looking for us here, they will find us regardless of my appearance.
My first stop would be the cantina, for obvious reasons. But Mission's urging me to drop by Czerka's offices to check on that Griff of hers. Seriously, why in space did I ever agree to search for him ?
Oh yeah, to drive Bastila mad. And to calm Zaalbar down. I'm starting to contemplate the possibility that I didn't make the right call here.
We'll see which we'll meet first. I hope it'll be fast, because this place is starting to annoy me. I like the confusion, how lively it is, sure…but the incessant calling of the vendors, the fact that I have to dodge some of them or scare them off - although with Zaalbar to help me it's not all that difficult and vaguely entertaining at first - is tiring.
So when a particularly high-pitched voice cuts my inner musings short again I snap venomously at its owner :
« Get lost you worthless hag ! Don't you see I'm busy not caring at all for whatever piece of junk you're trying to con people into ridding you of for a ludicrous amount of money ! »
The elderly woman's eyes fill with tears and she gasps, deeply hurt. Then she turns around and runs off wordlessly.
I smirk to myself, feeling smug. Sweet revenge !
« That was uncalled for. » Zaalbar informs me reproachfully.
I roll my eyes. If I had a credit for every time I heard that…
I shrug off his comment and push further. A sign attracts my attention and I suppress a groan. Czerka. Guess I'd better get it over with. And besides, they might be able to get me some intel. They're working in the desert on some mining operation, so maybe they encountered trouble or just found odd things that could point me in the direction of the Map.
I ignore Mission's and Zaalbar's glares and enter the building.
The room's pretty bare, there's a board with job offers and advertisement flyers in one corner, and then there's a desk with a bored-looking secretary watching something on her screen. She's chewing on something, gum presumably. Her eyes flicker briefly towards us before returning to her computer.
I wander over to the board. A colorful poster immediately draws my eye. « Hunters needed » it advertises. Apparently Czerka has a problem with Sand people getting in the way of their mining operations (what did they expect ?) and need exterminators. There's a bounty of ten credits per Sand man upon showing proof of their demise and a bonus of a hundred for their leader.
Needless to say those prices are way too low for a job this dangerous. But you can't fault them for trying. And succeeding I'm sure in some cases.
But then again, the fact that not having their 'hunting license' bans you from exiting the settlement is perhaps a strong argument.
Then of course there's ordinary advertisement (something about a new model of moisturizer, guns and speeders) and Czerka's policy. Nothing overly fascinating. I'm guessing what would really interest me is not something the firm wants to display in front of everyone.
So I walk over to the counter. The secretary's bored look leaves her screen for only the millisecond it takes to notice movement in the room.
« Anything I can do for you sir ? she says in a tone that clearly suggests she couls really like it if I could just butt out of here no questions asked.
-As a matter of fact, yes, I answer business-like. I'm looking for a miner of yours, a Twi'lek named Griff Vao.
-Do you now ? she sniffs contemptuously.
-Yes, I grit my teeth, and I would appreciate it if you could spare a moment to take a look at your files and find out about his whereabouts.
-There a reason you're looking for him ? she asks dismissively.
-Is there a reason you should be concerned about it ? I reply bluntly.
-Our miners are protected by the firm, she shrugs. We don't want to divulge this kind of information to the wrong people.
-We ain't no wrong people ! Mission jumps in. He's my brother !
-Is that so ? she says absent-mindedly.
-Yeah, it is ! the girl insists. How many blue Twi'lek do ya know 'round this joint huh ?
-Wait, it's that Griff Vao you're referring to ? she looks up suddenly. The blue guy who fancies himself a ladies' man ?
-That's him ! Mission shouts, overjoyed. You remember him, then ?
-All too well, she rolls her eyes. A right pain, he was, I'll tell you that. Sleeping through shifts, faking injuries to get out of his duties, presumably even stealing supplies !
-Hey ! Don't you trash my brother, Missy !
-Yeah, sorry, the woman shrugs. Anyway, he's dead.
-W-wait, what ? Dead ?!
-Are you positive ? I ask more calmly than the shocked teen.
-Well, no, officially he's just missing, the secretary admits. But he's been taken by the Sand People a couple of days back. I don't think they keep prisoners for very long.
-Usually they don't at all, I point out. Did they ask for a ransom of some sort ?
-I dunno, she leans back and chews on her gum indifferently.
-Don't you really ? » I scrutinize her face.
She groans and glares at me with a bored and annoyed look.
« I really don't know, and really don't care, 'kay ? she answers long-sufferingly.
-Hm, I narrow my eyes suspiciously. Okay if you say so. Just for the record, where was his group attacked ?
-Why do you want to know ?
-Why wouldn't you want me to know ?
-Me, I don't care, she huffs. But Czerka…
-Oh yeah, Czerka's policy again, I finish for her. But then Czerka has a policy regarding bonuses allowed to employees as well, does it not ?
-Yes, I suppose it does, she seems to perk up a bit. What are you getting at ?
-Well…Czerka needs hunters, hugely underpaid ones from what I could see on your flyers over there. Problem is, with that kind of money it only attracts either desperate people without a lick of loyalty or incompetent fools who want to play hero. I'm neither of those things, and the rest of my men aren't either. I suppose we could do with the exercise…while you could claim the merit - and monetary profit - coming from recruiting us.
-I see, she taps her chin thoughtfully. And what would I have to do in exchange ?
-Just talk, I smirk shrewdly. Simply please avoid the weather, it's a bit of a boring topic. Especially here.
-Tell me about it, she sighs. I'd like to get a look at the goods first though…I don't want to get fired because I got a total moron and his misfits into the system, do I ?
-A…look ? » I draw out the words slyly with a raised eyebrow.
She looks embarrassed a bit and tries very poorly to stifle a grin.
« I need proof of your skills, obviously, she explains while recomposing herself.
-Such mistrust ! I feign hurt. Some people could take offense, you know !
-Can't take even that, huh ? she jibes. Doesn't bode well for you, tough guy.
-Every tough guy is a softie inside, everyone knows that, I quirk my lip in amusement.
-Then I don't know what makes then tough in the first place, she comments with a shrug.
-Guns and nasty words, mostly, I answer easily. Very well, what kind of proof do you require ?
-You could get out in the desert and bring back some of those sticks the Sand People carry everywhere.
-But…won't I need that…what do you call it, a 'hunting license' ?
-If you're so good, I'm sure you'll manage without. »
A challenge, eh ? Intriguing. This secretary is more intelligent than I first pegged her as. A grin tugs on my lips.
« I'm looking forward to our chat, Miss. »
I smile at her devilishly then turn sharply around and exit the room in a whirl of clothes.
Well that was worthwhile. Amusing even. Not extremely informative though. At least we confirmed that Griff was there and we even learned of his whereabouts.
As soon as I'm out the door Mission catches up with me and has the indecency to share her mental state :
« We gotta hurry Firefly ! The more time we take, the less chances of survivn' Griff has !
-Zaalbar, get her out of my face, would you ? I growl.
-Hey ! What's gotten into ya all of the sudden ? she snaps. If ya can't stand me, just say so !
-I believe I have already done so on several occasions, I reply. I know you can't take a hint.
-It's that secretary, isn't it ? she huffs.
-What about her ? I frown.
-Don't gimme that Firefly ! You were totally checking her out !
-Why is it that every time I look, or talk to, a female outside of the crew (or even inside of it) you automatically assume I have an interest in her ?
-You weren't just talking to her ! You were flirtin' with her !
-Was I now ?
-Yeah !
-And here I was thinking that I was simply artfully manipulating her into giving me information relevant both to your brother's disappearance and the Star Map's location, I feign surprise. But if the teen Twi'lek who I suspect has only seen flirting from afar says that I was in fact making a move on the lady, then I must have been wrong !
-I'm just tryin' to figure you out, is all ! she defends herself. You act as if you didn't care 'bout nobody, but then you can't bear to see Bastila sad or even me and then you're all nice 'n apologetic. If it was a guy behind that counter you probably'd have been a lot more of an ass and maybe you'd even try to intimidate him. You gotta admit, that speaks to your character, doesn't it ?
-Firstly I can very easily indeed bear witness to Bastila's sadness - when the woman deigns to stoop to the level of people with emotions that is -, and secondly I'm a bit offended that you're pegging me merely as some sort of reluctant gentleman. Keep in mind that I'm a pragmatist, and as such I implement the strategy that I believe most efficient. That's all there is to it, and all there ever will be.
-So you're tellin' me everythin' you do is carefully planned and completely fake ? » she raises a dubious eyebrow.
Hah, I wish ! A teasing smile plays on my lips.
« Are you saying you can't tell the difference ? I challenge.
-Wouldn'tcha like to know, she retorts.
-Hm, all things considered it doesn't- hey ! The cantina, finally ! »
I change course sharply, going full right towards the flickering yet inviting neon that proudly reads…er…something. I'm too thirsty to really bother. Reading's tiring. It's in Huttese, and I very much doubt that it's enlightening in any way. Probably something along the lines of « Bud's Borsch » anyhow.
The door flies open and immediately I'm by the counter, requesting alcohol. Any alcohol, as long as it comes in a glass the capacity of a bucket. Yes, I'm very thirsty. And also I realize, under a lot of stress. Carth's been watching me more closely than usual, Bastila's always somewhere over my shoulder, Mission's far too emotional these days, Jolee's incessant meddling and roaming about is setting me on edge, and to help matters I haven't been able to catch a wink for a while…ever since Korriban I believe. And even there, it wasn't very often I got a moment of respite. Well, I didn't have nightmares…but I rested in catnaps mostly, I couldn't really afford to sleep soundly. For maybe the first time in a long, very long time, I feel that I'm being overcome by the situation. This is not a level I'm accustomed to playing at.
Consequently my stock of calming pills is dwindling unusually fast. If I keep this up I'll be a regular junkie. Surprisingly enough, it's not a very appealing prospect. Perhaps I should…look into that meditation resting technique after all. When I'm so badly off that my ego doesn't revolt at the prospect of admitting (to myself and none other of course) that Bastila may have a point.
So it'll be some time yet.
And besides, perhaps that's exactly what they want. The Order, I mean. For me to give in to their psycho mumbo-jumbo so that they can control me better. Maybe it works…but what would be the cost ?
I look down in my glass. The liquid looks very foul. But it'll do. I gulp it down as if I hadn't drunk in a century. I feel…well, exhausted. I motion for the bartender to hit me again. I may be…losing it, this once. Which is odd, because a minute ago I was just itching for a drink, an honest drop of ale, and not because of some inner turmoil or anything. I'm not usually this weak.
I feel a heavy hand on my shoulder.
« Are you well ? Zaalbar growls.
-Oh, yes, perfectly all right, I lie as I straighten up.
-Something weighs heavily on your mind, he insists.
-No fair, clichés are way below the belt ! I complain.
-Doesn't make me wrong, he points out.
-Doesn't make you right either, I retort. Look, I'm fine, don't worry and get yourself something to eat.
-Firefly, I already did, he answers. Mission's been trying to get your attention, and so has the bartender. You didn't react one single time.
-Well I noticed you, didn't I ? I deadpan while hiding my confusion.
-Even a stump would notice me if I wanted it to, he chuckles. That is no impressive feat.
-'Tis not my role to impress you my every waking moment, I bite back a bit scornfully.
-I am simply concerned, he sighs. I know this is usually an offer you decline, however I wish to let you know…my assistance is yours should you ask for it.
-You're right, I'm declining it, I smirk.
-Nevertheless the offer still stands, he repeats.
-Okay well…duly noted then. »
However I highly doubt I'll be asking any time soon. Still, it's…nice of him I suppose. If he doesn't have any ulterior motives, that is. I don't see which ones he could have, but you never know. I have been outsmarted before.
As I raise my refilled glass to my lips I take my first real look around. The cantina's not crowded, but it's not empty either. There's some band at the back of the room playing a bland tune perfect to avoid awkward silence but easy to block out when you're not particularly interested in it. The place is pretty well-kept, it's got a welcoming spirit as opposed to a dangerous one. The patrons seem to be here merely to hang out with friends or to enjoy a simple drink or meal, it's all very friendly and serene. Nothing to do with the joints one hangs around when one's looking for a not-so-legal job.
For Tatooine is not merely what its reputation describes it as. It's a backwater world, true, so it's a perfect place to hide. There are all sorts of trades taking place on the surface, and of course there is slavery and swoop racing. But really, most people are just ordinary - and terribly boring - villagers working their backsides off to scrap a decent living off the miserly planet.
From the corner of my eye I notice Canderous sitting by himself, legs propped up on a table and indulging his own alcoholism for a change. Then there's a group of middle-aged farmers laughing together, some guy at the bar who looks like he's waiting for someone, and a Duros seemingly absorbed in a datapad.
Then my eyes fall on the bartender and I'm left with my mouth hanging open. He smirks at me.
« Finally he deigns to notice me, he chuckles in Rodian. Same old Devil, I'm telling you !
-Nyettu ! I breathe in amazement. That really you you intergalactic road hog ?
-I'm never going to live that one down, am I ? he shakes his head. You and your inability to forgive !
-Still not fond of answering questions I see, I shoot back. So I'll make us both a favor and not ask how you've been all this time.
-Good call, he grins. Hey, where's Chip ? Is he still around ?
-You really think I'd abandon him somewhere ? I raise an eyebrow as I reach in my belt.
-Rather that he'd get bored with you weighing him down and that he'd fly off solo.
-Well I did not, Chip chimes in as I lay him on the counter. Hello Nyettu the Fearless Second-Liner, it is a pleasure to meet you again.
-Wow Chip, I wouldn't have recognized you if it weren't for the title you're still fond of using with me, he comments. Upgrades much ?
-Indeed. And I did find myself in many an accident since our parting, hence the remodeling.
-Why am I not surprised ? he glances at me knowingly. And you have the cheek to comment on my driving after that.
-You know each other ? Mission jumps in.
-Brilliant deduction as ever, I roll my eyes.
-That's great ! she smiles broadly. Finally I get to talk with someone who actually knows you !
-You could not find anyone who knows Firefly better than myself, Chip objects. And you have been talking with me.
-Okay, so someone other than his best buddy who's always coverin' for him, she amends.
-Alright, then please proceed, he agrees.
-My name's Mission Vao, she introduces herself to the amused bartender. This is my best friend Zaalbar.
-Well met, he smirks at her switching to Basic. Nyettu Ammeirn. Tell me, what is that space-hustler up to this time ?
-And you blame me for holding a grudge, I huff.
-What can I say, you pick up a few things.
-But not-
-Hold on for a sec, will you ? he interrupts me looking up. Be right back. »
I turn around as he walks around the counter and goes to meet with an elderly woman who just came in, draped in her cloak as if it were an impress' robes and walking resolutely towards the table where the Duros is sat.
Nyettu intercepts her relatively late on her trajectory and tries to draw her attention by asking her if he could be of assistance while subtly motioning to a vacant table on the other side of the room. But she would have none of it, seemingly insisting on picking that particular spot, arrogantly stating that she is in her right and whatever possessed him to let a mere vagrant sit there ! I stifle a laugh. She reminds me of Bastila when she's had a bad day. I'm curious as to how my friend will handle it.
Despite his best efforts however she brushes by him, chin raised, and calls the Duros up on his very presence. He looks up from his datapad and frowns in confusion. He tries to be civil while her tone suggests plainly that she's considering the very fact of talking to him a blight on her pride. Nyettu tries to reason with her but she ignores him ostensibly.
I can see the alien becoming increasingly frustrated with the shrew, until he finally snaps and stands up, shoots some barb at her and storms out, leaving a very smug woman and a weary barkeep. The woman then draws a char, gives it a critical look and a sweep, then sits smoothly down as if she owned the place and just got rid of a tenacious pest. She orders something as if she issued a command and disinterests herself from Nyettu completely.
The Rodian comes back gritting his teeth.
« Didn't think you'd be at the beck and call of the Queen of Hellcats one day, Mister-No-Woman-Will-Get-The-Drop-On-Me-I-Love-My-Freedom-Too-Much, I jibe.
-Oh don't you start, he growls.
-Or what ? You'll set your infernal Mistress upon me ? I smirk.
-You'd only alienate her further, and I really don't need that right now. I'll just get her tea and she'll hopefully behave.
-Tea ? I scoff. Yeah, figures. Why do you even tolerate her here ?
-That's a good question, he admits. Guess I don't have the heart to throw an old lady out.
-Want me to do it for you then ? I propose. It's no trouble. In fact I might even enjoy it. I've got someone a bit like that on my crew, and there have been so many times I wished I could wring her neck…I think it'd soothe my nerves.
-So why didn't you ?
-Cowardice of course, I grin. She's stronger than I.
-Figures, he chuckles. But no, thanks. As much as I'd like to be rid of her, it'd make more harm than good. Besides she can be useful when clowns like you are in town. She's a strong deterrent to bar brawls.
-Suit yourself, I shrug. So what's this business with Czerka ? Did they sniff out a gold mine all of the sudden ?
-That's obviously what they think, yes, he nods. From what I could hear from miners, the prospecting is promising, but they've never had the opportunity to really start mining because of the raids of Sand People. But you knew that already, right ?
-I just left their office as a matter of fact, I confirm.
-Interested in the hunting, are you ? he hums knowingly. For a better fee I hope ?
-That is not a hard task, Chip comments. One would have to massacre half a Sand People clan to even reimburse the hunting equipment, even the miners are better paid ! And that is supposing you already have the skill necessary to take down that many adversaries !
-Too true, he sighs. I tried to dissuade some of young lads or even elder people who got enrolled…to no avail. When they're lucky they come out with a wound or a good scare. They think that Czerka having accepted them as hunters after a very cursory test is proof that they can take them out. Idiots.
-Right there, that's your problem. You care.
-Well I don't want to lose all of my clientele to some sort of hero-complex ! he exclaims with frustration. Ah, tea's ready, if you'll excuse me.
-Sure. »
He endures the glare of the old hag who softens a bit as she gets a whiff of the brew.
« So, you do have a friend, Mission challenges.
-Besides Chip, you mean ? I insist. I guess you could call him that, although we parted ways a long time ago. It must've been…eight years ?
-Precisely eight years, ten months, three weeks and a day, Chip supplies.
-There you go, I nod. I didn't think he meant it when he said he wanted to settle down. It sounded so…unlike him. Oh well, he seems content enough.
-Why didn't ya visit him since then ?
-Why would I visit him ? I raise my eyebrows questioningly. Assuming I even knew where he was.
-Uh, hello ! He's your friend, right ?
-Your point being ?
-I see you're not yet past the stage where you try to make him act normally, Nyettu jumps in as he settles back behind his counter. Don't waste your time, he's bloody stubborn when it comes to that.
-You would be too if I were trying to make you change your whole lifestyle overnight ! I point out.
-Hey, you don't need to persuade me, he raises his hands in mock surrender.
-I sure hope so, I grumble.
-Say Nyettu, the Twi'lek continues, ever heard of a miner called Griff ?
-Um, let me think, he taps his chin thoughtfully. Yeah, I think I have actually, he's…wait, he's your relative ? I remember his surname was Vao too.
-My brother, yeah, she nods.
-Yes, I remember…he came with a girl, Lena. She was nice, a good dancer. She worked here for a while, before she decided she'd had enough. I don't blame her, she could do way better elsewhere. Professionally of course.
-Got you wrapped around her little finger too, does she ? she narrows here eyes.
-Is there some history I should be aware of ? he turns to me with a light frown.
-She blames Lena for Griff leaving her behind, I inform him.
-Ouch, he winces.
-I'm lookin' for him, Mission says a bit curtly. But they told me at Czerka's he was snatched by the Sand People a couple of days ago. Do you know anythin' 'bout that ?
-Well I heard there was another raid around that time, he muses. Most survivors came here to get piss-drunk. Very good for business.
-Do you know where they took him ? she asks getting worked up again.
-Hey, I'm a barkeep, not a diviner, he chuckles. Seriously, the Sand People live in the uncharted parts of the desert and they work hard to keep it that way. Even the most seasoned hunters don't know where their camps are, and even if they did, Sand People move all the time.
-So you got nothin' ? she deflates visibly.
-Afraid not, he smiles sadly. I could ask around though, you never know what I could dig up.
-Would you ? she brightens up a bit.
-Sure, why not ? he shrugs. Gives me something else to think about than old Helena over there, he adds tilting his head towards the cold lady.
-Thanks Nyettu ! You're definitely okay, even if you're friends with Firefly.
-Well that was a cheap shot, I scoff.
-She's got a point though, he objects.
-…yeah, maybe, I concede. Anyway, we'll be going, here's for my drinks and next time put more of the real stuff in the glass, eh ? You know I dislike water.
-I'll keep it in mind, he smirks. Nice seeing you lot, take care. Oh wait, I almost forgot. This might interest you Devil, there's a swoop racing track not far from here. Belongs to a Hutt called Motta. I hear there's good money to be made…if you're not getting too old for the gig of course.
-Me, old ? Not a chance, that's more your department as far as I can see !
-Get outta here before I throw you out, pipsqueak, he threatens good-naturedly.
-By all means, I grin. See you, Second-Liner ! »
I hear his amused snort as I'm walking to the exit. I glance at the old tea-sipping woman. She's watching me go, disapproval written all over her hawk-like features. I break into a foolish grin and wink at her. She's scandalized and turns away, chin tilted up. I laugh to myself and walk out.
My smile immediately vanishes when I look up and find myself staring into Bastila's less-than-amused face. I never noticed how ordinary Bastila looks up close. Just a nineteen-year-old woman with average proportions, grey eyes and…hey, her features are very reminiscent of the shrew's when she's scowling. Except for the eyes and hair. But the expression is exactly the same !
« Oh, s'cuse me Miss, I apologize maliciously and step aside. I didn't see you there.
-No harm done » she answers icily.
I glance questioningly at Carth who's following her. He looks worried. « Personal » he mouthes. I raise an eyebrow but let them go and stride off.
« What do you think is the matter ? Zaalbar asks.
-I don't know, I say honestly. Hopefully it'll stay that way.
-Whatever it was she was goin' to the cantina 'cause of it, Mission muses. We could ask Nyettu later.
-I'd rather not involve Nyettu in this, I mutter.
-Why not ? He's your friend, ain't he ?
-I don't trust him with it if that's what you're getting at.
-Then why do you call him 'friend' ? the Wookie seems puzzled.
-I don't. Mission's the one who introduced the notion if you remember.
-That is true, Chip corroborates. I have it recorded if you wish to verify it.
-But you seemed to get along so well ! the Twi'lek exclaims uncomprehending. Ya even got nicknames for each other !
-Well we are old acquaintances, I point out. We worked together for a while as business partners.
-Why'd ya stop ?
-Oh, he sold me out, I chuckle. There was this bounty on my head at the time, Exchange-issued.
-That's…horrible ! And you're still on good terms with him ?
-Well to be fair I did the same to him first. Only I meant it as a con, to get money from a Hutt whom Nyettu antagonized for some reason. I had it all figured out, from his capture to how I was going to bust him out and how we'd fly off with our riches. The thing is I didn't tell him it was a con - he's a lousy actor, he would've blown the op sky-high if he knew ! - and my plan went a little bit…wild. Long story short I got there just in time to save his life, but the state he was in ! Brr, just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. After that, well…I was still naive enough to think he would forgive me, seeing as I came through in the end and as we got a sithload of money out of it, but…I was wrong.
-You stabbed him in the back first ?! she sputters. And then you got the nerve to expect he'd forgive ?
-As I said, I was naive, I shrug. Besides he wasn't exactly acting…hateful. He was shocked at first and introverted afterwards, but never really hostile. Then he even started coming around, back to himself, cracking jokes and driving like a drunk Ewok. Thinking back I believe that was because he had finally taken his decision. He got me good, I didn't see it coming.
-I did ! Chip manifests himself.
-Yeah, I sigh. One of the many times I made the mistake of not listening to you.
-So what happened ? the teen pries.
-What happened ? I repeat. They were waiting for us, the Exchange. I was ready to bolt but Nyettu hit me with one of his fancy martial arts move, I was down in no time. As my vision swam he whispered to me that we were even before letting the thugs get me. I remember I nearly died suffocating as I was laughing my socks off at my own stupidity.
-You live an honorless life, Firefly, Zaalbar comments disapprovingly. I am amazed that you should find it so likeable.
-At least it's neither boring nor restrictive, I smirk.
-What happened next ? Mission wants to know.
-I'll tell you on one condition, I haggle.
-I ain't gonna like it, am I ? she narrows her eyes.
-I don't know, I cross my arms. It's a fair one though : an answer for an answer.
-Um, yeah, I guess, she says uncertainly. Shoot.
-What are you going to do with the black cone I got sucked in back on the Hawk ?
-I-I dunno what'cha mean, she lies very poorly.
-Suit yourself. But rest assured you're not doing anything with it until you talk to me. »
She bites her lip in deliberation. And if she thinks she's being subtle in her glancing at Zaalbar then she can think again. I let her squirm and take a look towards the gate. There's a couple of guards wearing a Czerka uniform controlling the ones who would come through. I really don't know what the aim is here. I mean, since when is it Czerka's business who leaves and enters ? True, they're probably the richest people in this village, and they're employing half the population if not more, but still, it's not like them. Maybe it's their way of ensuring that anyone skilled enough to venture out would have to apply at their office. But how many of those people do pass through here ? There's a spaceport here, so I'm guessing a few, yet those are mere travelers, how do they tell them apart ? If I told them I was a traveler would they let me go without their fancy license ? Couldn't they just say there's a bounty on the Sand People and pay whoever delivers their sticks ?
Or perhaps that's Czerka's compulsive bureaucracy at work.
I doesn't really matter either way.
I turn back to Mission and raise my eyebrows.
« So what's it gonna be ? » I inquire.
She crosses her arms and clamps her mouth shut with a defiant glare. I chuckle.
« Still not ? Okay. Chip, I guess we'll have to find a buyer for it then. No sense in dragging it along with us everywhere we go.
-I agree, he chimes cheerfully. Although I am intrigued by it, there is little we can do to study it without endangering ourselves (or at least your soul) so I would indeed advise departing ourselves from it for a lucrative benefit. I am scanning our usual list of customers, we might get lucky.
-Which price do you figure would be appropriate ? I muse.
-As far as we know this is a unique specimen, he answers. We could theoretically-
-Wait ! You can't do that ! Mission cuts in.
-…ask for any figure and we would not be off the mark, Chip continues obliviously. However-
-Why not ? I feign confusion. Finders keepers, right ? It's not like anyone has any sort of claim to the thing, is it ? And I'm the one who got eaten by it.
-…you even listening to…?
-Well…that's um…
-Yes, I am listening, Chip. I was thinking we could try that old historian on Coruscant, he's both rich and obsessed with anything that has to do with the past.
-He is long deceased, my poor forgetful friend !
-Now that's a shame, he really was a neat source of income…and I'm guessing his heirs aren't as exploitable ?
-Your instinct gives you credit.
-So what about that crime lord, you know the one with a collection of odd trinkets all over his place ?
-Do you mean Davik Kang ?
-Oh come on, I'm not that forgetful !
-Highly debatable.
-Hey !
-But do please go on.
-Okay, stop, cut it out ! Mission surrenders. You were right, I brought the box in. Got it on Korriban, I'm supposed to.. »
I jerk my head sideways and crouch a little, reaching for my blaster as I sense danger. To her credit Mission reacts immediately by imitating me, understanding at least instinctively what's up. I scan the surrounding buildings…but as I look up I notice there's already an opponent facing me, bringing his red blade down on my head. How'd he get there so fast ?
I throw myself aside but I know I won't be fast enough. I'm faintly wondering which limb I'll lose in the process, and whether that's all I'll be parted with. Which scares the living shizz out of me. I see the beam of light approaching, I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel the heat closing in on my arm…
And then I hear the hiss. Coming from the other direction. My eyelids shoot up just as Zaalbar parries with his vibro the strike that was destined to my elbow and I notice another dark figure wielding a red 'saber standing to my left, ready for battle. I roll over, blaster in one hand and deactivated 'saber concealed by the other. I end in a crouch, facing my new foe…who's already on the move. He aims a slash at my legs, so I jump over both the attack and the attacker, activating my weapon as I flip in the air above the Sith's head. My objective was to cut his head off in the process but he ducks under the sweep just in time, and when I land he's ready to defend himself.
Which he doesn't do because I send a Force-push his way which unbalances him just enough to give me an opportunity to stab him in the heart.
Yet I don't do it.
Mainly because I need my blade to parry another sweep made at me from behind, a third participant.
So I settle for a shot. I don't think it killed him however. I'm not even certain it hit him. But that's not important right now.
What is important is the opponent I'm fighting now that I've spun around. I have to maneuver behind him so that he can't get me in a pincer with the other guy. Fortunately, while he's good at sneaking up on people he's much less impressive in hand-to-hand. True, he's not bad at it, he does on occasion manage to pierce my defense so that I have to dodge, sometimes acrobatically, which hampers my own attack, but as far as tactics are concerned he seems to consider having already done his part with his surprise round in the beginning.
I'll say, Malak is really scraping the bottom of the jar here. Ironically I recall Revan making some kind of comment in my dream about the Jedi doing the same to get rid of him. With the slight difference that I'm not going down as easily. Simply because I'm not trusting anyone with anything that could endanger me should they decide to betray me.
Well, except Chip. But he's trustworthy. Not a drop of water in him, no sir.
So for a negligible price (a bit of a fright now and then) I manage to get my adversary right where I wanted him, which is beside his colleague who has recovered by now and who looks a little upset. Presumably because I didn't grace him with a 'saber wound, which would have been more dignified than a scorch mark on the neck.
What can I say, he should've dodged. Or parried it ! That's the utility of the glow sticks, right ?
« Our foes appear relatively unexperienced, Chip muses. They seem surprised that you are putting up a fight.
-Shows how much they know, I mutter as I deflect a strike from the right.
-Indeed, he agrees. Does it not make you wonder about their presence here ? Shouldn't the Dark Lord have dispatched someone better suited for the task ?
-Yes probably, I answer absent-mindedly seeing as I'm still busy defending myself.
-I have the distinct impression you are not giving this conversation the attention is it due, he comments.
-What was your first- youch ! That hurt you ill-mannered baboon !
-I do believe it was the point of his attack.
-Instead of stating the obvious, would you mind helping out ?! I bark at Chip.
-Ah yes, you get a little owie and already you are insufferable ! he huffs.
-I'm…trying not to get killed here ! I bite back.
-Of course, blame the Sith assassins ! he scoffs.
-I will !
-Fine then !
-Fine ! »
Arrgh, I hate it when that happens ! I may be on a genius level of intellect, that doesn't mean that I can easily handle two Sith, as mediocre as they may be in comparison with Bandon and talk with Chip as if we were sitting in a friendly bar. Sometimes he conveniently forgets that.
Fortunately our argument seems to have confused my opponents, which offers me an opportunity to slip under one's guard and cut his legs off in one sweep. I push him with the Force so that he's no longer a nuisance as I move onto the second one who's now reeling from the shock after witnessing my vicious offensive.
I try to pull him legs from under him, still using the Force, something he resists alas, and our swords collide once more in a flourish of sparkles. I switch to Soresu (a defensive fighting style) while he slips into Shien (a more aggressive one). A not altogether bad choice on his part since I use a blaster in my off-hand, and Shien has a few tricks to send my own bolts at me.
Of course that's supposing this greenhorn knows what he's doing. I'm sure he did back at his academy, but this is no longer training…and I'm not exactly using conventional Soresu either. Which is due in equal parts to my incomplete mastery of it and my experience as a brawler. Or at least that's what I think is happening.
When facing a Force-Sensitive there's one annoying trait, and that's that it is difficult to surprise them. The Force gives you heightened instincts, sometimes even some sort of foresight, which is why saber duels appear so…rehearsed sometimes. They're no less vicious for it, one slip-up and you're toast, but they seem unreal in their rhythm. It's a battle of the minds as well as of the bodies.
With that being said, this guy makes a brave stand but a push here, a feint there, and a lot of contradictory thoughts fired as decoys in my upper consciousness levels, and I have him sliced and diced in no time. My sparring with Bastila was more painful than this ! And she was not trying to bring my head to her Masters on a silver plate !
Then again, knowing she couldn't hurt me badly with her wooden sword, she was not pulling back either.
Anyway.
I take a look around, Zaalbar is just finishing off his own Sith with Mission's help (yes, it's a bit more difficult when you're not a Sensitive), and I neither see nor sense any other threat. Good.
It's a shame no-one was left to be interrogated, but I suppose we wouldn't have learned anything new.
« So much for bein' inconspicuous, right ? Mission snorts.
-Unfortunately so, I nod. Good thing people aren't very nosy here.
-I beg to differ, Chip objects. Ordinary people have been attracted by the commotion, have you not noticed ?
-Now that you mention it…
-We are being observed, Zaalbar confirms. From the nearby streets or the windows.
-Damnit, I mutter. Well, there's nothing we can do about it now, is there ? We might as well loot the bodies and get on with our business.
-Guess so, the Twi'lek agrees. Why d'ya think they attacked us ?
-To gain prestige presumably, I shrug. Unless that was some piece of Malak's strategy, but if it was I fail to see the point. A distraction perhaps ? Or a way to make us use our weapons, by which I mean my 'saber ?
-A distraction seems more plausible, Chip muses. Unless there is somebody in this town who has a special relationship with Jedi and whose subsequent interest in you would help the Dark Lord's schemes.
-Hm, that's always a possibility, I bite my lip. Perhaps I should try to get some more info from the Second-Liner after all. Subtly of course.
-Of course » he echoes a bit derisively.
I snort and pocket the last of the lightsabers. More puzzles to solve on my spare time. Outstanding ! Then I straighten out and glare at the man or woman who's been staring at me from a window. I sense the spike of fear this induces and I grin to myself before pulling up my hood again and being on my way.
« Okay guys, you know I'm fairly tolerant when it comes to unexpected developments. I'm well aware I'm not an example of stability or order, and I'd be a heck of a hypocrite if I denied you the same privilege ( although it's very tempting ). But even I would like an explanation for this. »
Arms crossed, I'm staring down Jolee, T-3, Carth, Bastila, Juhani and Canderous. Standing knee-deep in a horde of merrily reproducing gizka.
Bastila looks about as annoyed as I am, so I'm not suspecting her (much). I think she'd sooner charge whoever it is that brought those things in with high treason or some other grave crime and have his or her shipped to the hellhole of the universe than accept the little guys on board.
Carth shakes his head with an ironically amused grimace. I guess his practical nature is telling him to laugh it off since there's nothing he can do about it anyway. I would agree but first I demand a scape-goat.
Mission and Zaalbar are off the hook since they were with me all the time. Canderous doesn't care much, I think he's vaguely thinking of using the small animals as target practice should he get bored.
Perhaps Juhani would be capable of letting something like that happen on a misunderstanding. But then she would admit her fault I think, which she's not doing now. Her predator's eyes are following the pests, perhaps wondering how they'd taste if she roasted them.
Well, if she doesn't put lots of aromates on the meat it doesn't have much flavor. It's not very nourishing either, but sometimes it's better than nothing.
Which leaves the two most likely suspects : the droid and the fossil.
I tap my foot impatiently.
« Well, I'm waiting !
-Patience, youngster, Jolee admonishes. Your answers will come in their own time.
-Damn, you sure have a good philosophy as regards the collection of information, I roll my eyes. I wonder why people still use interrogation to get what they want ?
-The Dark Side's a lousy advisor, the old Jedi states as way of an answer.
-Ugh, whatever, I groan. What I'd like to know is how in the Twelve Constellations this invasion of gizka came to be and don't say by their extremely fast reproduction rate.
-Then why do you ask ? he smirks.
-Juste testing your deflecting abilities I guess, I shrug. T-3, you tell me what happened.
-Bap-a-beep, rwool-da-tlip !
-Hm I see, I muse. Anything else ?
-Beep toodlebateet whirr.
-Really ? I raise an amused eyebrow. Is that your assessment of the situation then ?
-Blip-ba-bleepadoopa.
-Famous last words, I comment.
-Twirl-a-doop ! Chip snipes angrily in response.
-Bara-sweepin-doo ? T-3 beeps in mild surprise.
-Shwarr-a-plush, hiss-ee-deep.
-What's happenin' ? Mission asks in wonderment.
-Young Mission, I am having a heated discussion with this…ruffian in disguise, Chip explains.
-Wroo…T-3 laments.
-Blip toodledeep. Rwarr-e-boop.
-Beep-a-loop.
-Swish. »
I look between my friend and the droid, eyebrows raised and an amused smirk gracing my lips. Seems they're done fighting…on my account of all things. I shake my head and chuckle.
« Okay, now that we've clarified that, I suppose there's nothing much to do except work to get rid of those things. I suggest poison.
-You can't do that ! Mission reacts immediately. You can't just massacre the little guys !
-They're a nuisance, I frown. I don't see why we shouldn't use all means necessary to eliminate them as efficiently as possible.
-'Cause they're not mean ! They're livin' creatures just mindin' their own business !
-It just so happens their business is interfering with ours though, I point out.
-How ? she pouts.
-They eat every scrap of food they can find, breathe our air, not to mention their crap all over the ship, Carth explains. Besides sometimes they chew on the circuits, they get into the machinery and they can be carriers of a number of unpleasant diseases. I'm all for compassion and avoiding needless killing, but this won't make a dent in the gizka population and it'll save us a lot of trouble. Sometimes you just don't have much of a choice.
-This is not their assigned environment, Juhani agrees. Without predators their population will grow out of hand. We must chase them out, or exterminate them before we are swarmed.
-Isn't there a better way though ? the Twi'lek haggles. Can't we just…bait them to get 'em off the ship ?
-Be my guest, I chuckle. Get the ermit to help you, he should know a trick or two after his retirement on Kashyyk. Tell me when you've had enough so that I can get the job done.
-You should have more respect for life Eidan, Bastila lectures. The Force is important in every and each living creature in this world.
-Didn't figure you for a tree-hugger, Miss Icy Stare, I tap my chin thoughtfully. Guess I yet have much to learn about you.
-That you certainly have, she mutters.
-Well if it'll make you feel better I guess I can comb my hair before I exterminate the buggers. You know, as a sign of respect. I can even come dressed up for a funeral, but only if you buy the necessary clothes. »
Carth snickers and Bastila glares. Canderous snorts.
« I don't see what the big deal is, he rumbles. Republic's got a point, nobody cares about a bunch of gizka. Let's just kill 'em off and move on to more important things.
-I suggest we do this at least in the present conversation, Bastila sniffs. The gizka situation can be addressed later, for the time being I wish we came back to the real task at hand.
-Okay, so I propose we give the responsibility of getting rid of the parasites to Mission. Remember, girl, that they don't need a mate to reproduce so every single one of them has to go. No keeping pets, understood ?
-Yeah I ain't stupid ! she sticks out her tongue at me.
-That remains to be proven, I comment. In the meantime, I continue after dodging the Twi'lek's elbow, we should split into two teams. The first one lead by Bastila will take the Hawk over the desert to get some reconnaissance. See if you can locate the scene of the vision, if you get some dark vibe or whatever it is you use to guide yourself. Also keep an eye out for Sand People camps. I on the other hand will investigate on the ground. I've got a contact with Czerka which may gain me easier passage and more intel. Comments ?
-Yeah, why are you suddenly in charge ? Mission crosses her arms.
-Productive ones, please, I amend. Anyone ?
-I have a question, Bastila declares. What is the meaning of those scorch marks on your clothes ?
-I think they're the answer to the question regarding the meaning of life, I quip. I'm surprised you didn't recognize it yourself.
-So you were attacked, she sighs.
-Of course I was attacked ! I shout. Really, can anyone make it more obvious ? I'm sure you can make an educated guess as to who the culprit was, huh ?
-Watch your tongue Hopkick, she hisses. I was using a figure of speech, and you should consider yourself lucky I bother caring about your wellbeing at all !
-So that was you caring, was it ? I scoff. I've no idea how I could live happily without it before. »
She rubs the bridge of her nose and takes a deep calming breath. I have the impression she's muttering the Code behind her hand but I can't be certain. I offer her my most innocent smile when she looks up.
« I trust nobody was injured ? she asks finally.
-See for yourself, I invite her as I spin slowly around like a dancer arms outstretched above my head and slightly bent so that the tips of my fingers rest atop my hair. Satisfied ?
-Very, she says icily. I suppose this means the Dark Lord is aware of our presence here.
-Not necessarily true, Miss Shan, Chip points out. In fact I estimate at roughly 29 % the probability of him having been informed of our sighting here and subsequent attempt on Firefly's, Mission's and Zaalbar's lives.
-How do you figure that ? Carth crosses his arms dubiously.
-Well, he explains, it would stand to reason that if the Sithlings who attacked us were stationed here as a mere precaution for Czerka - they do have a partnership after all - then seeing Firefly would have been completely fortuitous. With the Sith being renown for their short-sighted quick thinking, they would have put together their strategy and implemented it without having contacted their superiors.
-Yes, Bastila muses. Besides telling a superior of your presence here might have robbed them of an opportunity to bring you to the Dark Lord as a trophy which would have propelled them directly to the highest places of the hierarchy. They would not have had that.
-My estimation exactly, Chip agrees cheerfully.
-Makes sense I guess, the veteran admits. It's still a supposition though, I wouldn't bet my life on it. Who knows, maybe those guys you fought - and killed I'm sure - were supposed to check in somewhere and if Malak has all the planets with a Map under close surveillance - and he'd be an idiot not to - then he'll know fairly fast that something's up.
-Hey, if his lookouts didn't spot the Stargazer entering orbit and put two and two together then I don't think a couple of Sith gone missing will do much more damage, I shrug indifferently. Still you're right, we shouldn't waste time. Pick your team people before I do it for you ! »
I just have the time to see that my command was more or less heard before Chip wants my attention again.
« Firefly, I seem to have located a shop where you could purchase a new earplug which could be easily attuned to my system, he informs me.
-In Anchorhead ? I ask with some surprise.
-Naturally. It is unfortunately primarily a droid shop, but the inventory shows nonetheless interesting electronic parts.
-Hm, interesting, I muse. Alright then, we'll check it out as soon as possible.
-Also I have found a fascinating study regarding the insect population on Tatooine which may stimulate your curiosity.
-Really ? I'm all ears then. »
Apparently the majority of insect species on Tatooine are parasites living under the skin of their carriers. Chip had some truly disgusting details to tell me, which I could have really done without but nevertheless…somewhat enthralling. We then managed to get into an argument about whether or not I should take a shower to get rid of potential « stowaways », sadly interrupted by Bastila demanding to know what I was still doing on the ship.
« Ah, I need you to drop us off outside Anchorhead, I explain distractedly. There's a job we have to do and we don't have the necessary license to get past the gates.
-A job for Czerka ? she interrogates.
-Yep.
-So you answered its bounties, she narrows her eyes. You would kill Sand People for money without a just cause ? Remember : you are a Jedi Consular ! Your duty lies elsewhere !
-I'll keep it in mind, I wave off her concerns. Now shoo, we don't have time to spare !
-For this, there must always be time ! she insists. I will not allow you to take part in a genocide !
-Woah, hey, nobody's talking about genocide here ! I raise my hands in a placating manner, eyes widened by genuine astonishment. You really think I'd be into that sort of barbarism ?
-I would not put it past you, she sniffs.
-Oh, come on ! I cry out. I know I have teeny tiny feelings cast in titanium armor, but that one still hurt ! I'm a scout for crying out loud, not a mass murderer ! If anything I'd be more likely to join 'em than to beat 'em !
-I…do not sense deception from you, she relents looking quite taken aback herself.
-No need to be so surprised you know, I snap. Why do you think I bothered learning so many languages, huh ? Out of boredom ?
-Actually I'd have no trouble believing that, Carth puts in.
-Okay, maybe a little, I quirk my lip. But that's not the main reason.
-To cheat and steal from people, Canderous rumbles from his corner munching on a smelly cigar.
-Exactly, I confirm. Though I would've preferred a more diplomatic phrasing. Anyway, you don't sucker a corpse, do you ? So there, that's my strategy and you know it. I don't kill when it's not necessary.
-Our definitions of necessary usually differ, Bastila remarks.
-So not my problem, I wrinkle my nose. Speaking of which, I'm done here. Will you bring this space-dish into the air or not, Captain Smarty-Pants ? I turn to Carth.
-Nope, I'm coming with you remember ?
-Really ? Huh, that's a new one, I thought with you being the pilot and all…
-Well somebody has to keep an eye on you, right ? he smirks.
-If you say so, dad, I pout. So you then Miss Glare of Doom that Roots you On the Spot ?
-Yes, let us depart. »
With that she storms out of the room towards the cockpit.
« Finally ! I stretch out and yawn. Okay team, to the hangar bay, I've got a smashing idea.
-I hate it when you say that, Carth mutters.
-I know you do. »
