Chapter 50 – Vorzyd V
A/N: I realized a mistake I made in one of the earlier chapters. I will rectify it soon. I had listed both Ahsoka and Thor as Spectre 7. Their callsigns in this story are:
Ahsoka – Spectre 7
Thor – Spectre 8
Tarre – Spectre 9
As the ship landed on Vorzyd V, Hera turned to the team and said, "Now we have to be cautious. Very cautious. The Empire probably knows about us, so I am setting some ground rules."
She then pointed at Sabine and said, "No explosives, no armour and no paint." Sabine started to protest but stopped as she saw the look on Hera's face. By that time Fenrir had entered back.
Hera then pointed at Ezra and Zeb saying, "No stealing a Tie fighter and no destroying Imperial convoys."
Zeb grumbled, "Would you let it go Hera." Ezra only smiled at this. But Hera wasn't done, "No vent climbing Ezra, and no purrgil calling."
Ezra rose his hands and said, "I wasn't going to."
She then looked at Fenrir and said, "No pranks."
"You take all the fun from life. Very well, but 'Sir cannot see' over there will have to act as all blind men do.", Fenrir said pointing at Tarre.
"Don't worry about me.", Tarre said.
"Lastly this is for everyone – no weapons and that includes lightsabres.", Hera said.
Sabine groaned the most, "Why?"
"We are trying to keep a low profile Sabine.", Hera said calmly.
"You can put your weapons in our moulds, they are small and can be hidden easily. If trouble breaks out, then you wouldn't be far without them.", Fenrir spoke.
"I think that's a good idea.", Kanan chimed. They all agreed to put their weapons in the moulds of Tarre and Fenrir. Tarre took the weapons of Kanan, Hera and Ahsoka. Fenrir took the weapons of Zeb, Sabine and Ezra.
"I am curious, how many weapons can you put in them?", Hera asked.
"Theoretically – infinite. No one has found an upper limit yet. But the more you put in them, the heavier they get. So right now, our moulds weigh a few tonnes easily.", Fenrir answered.
"Wait seriously. You guys are carrying a few tonnes of weapons on you every day. How do you not fall?", Sabine asked.
"Training, and it's not just weapons. There are all sorts of ingredients in them, most of which I don't even remember. I had once tried putting my armour in it, but it ended up getting destroyed.", Tarre answered her question. "Our masters use an extremely stringent and difficult training regime, where we have to spar against each other while wearing suits that can weigh a few tonnes minimum."
"Wow, we were barely to keep up with Thor's training on Yavin.", Kanan said.
"No offence to any of you, but that wasn't training. Thor's training is by far the most difficult in the Aesir.", Tarre said.
"I strongly disagree. Loki's training is more difficult.", Fenrir chimed in. As the two started to argue in Enochian, the crew watched, their eyes going from Tarre to Fenrir.
Chopper then beeped, "Stormtroopers headed this way."
"Okay guys stop fighting, we need to move.", Hera interrupted them both pointing at the stormtroopers.
"Hey let's do get help.", Fenrir said looking at Tarre.
"What?", Tarre asked slightly confuzzled.
"Get Help", Fenrir said.
"No.", Tarre said seeing what Fenrir was getting at.
"Come on, you love it.", Fenrir said.
"I hate it.", Tarre replied.
"It's great. It works every time.", Fenrir said.
"It's humiliating", Tarre said.
"You have a better plan?", Fenrir asked.
"I have a thousand better plans.", Tarre answered.
"Guys, this is not the time.", Hera spoke exasperated, while the rest only looked at this exchange with mild amusement.
"We're doing it.", Fenrir spoke, moving out of the cockpit.
"We are not doing 'Get Help'.", Tarre said, thoroughly exasperated as he followed his friend.
As the ramp of the Ghost lowered, four stormtroopers waited in front of it. The last thing they expected was a man carrying another pink haired, pink bearded man with a mask on his face, covering his eyes, walking towards them screaming, "GET HELP! Please! My brother's dying! Get help! Help him!"
As he said this, Fenrir chucks Tarre at the unsuspecting stormtroopers knocking them out cold. "Ahh, classic!", Fenrir spoke.
Tarre stands up, looking 100% done with this shenaniganry, "Still hate it! It's humiliating!"
"Not for me.", Fenrir said devilishly smiling.
Back in the Ghost, everyone saw this display.
"Wow!", Ahsoka said, shaking her head at this.
"Oh, I am definitely painting this!", Sabine said excited.
Hera shook her head and said, "Painting later. Mission now." She then turned to Chopper and said, "Stay with the ship." They all left the grumbling droid behind and saw Fenrir smiling while Tarre grimaced.
The group had split in two. One was Hera, Kanan, Ahsoka and Tarre. The latter was acting like a regular blind person and to sell the act, Ahsoka was acting as his guide, holding his hand. They were being led by Kanan and Hera towards a sketchy bar, where they were supposed to meet their contact. The bad thing was that Tarre stood out like a sore thumb due to his pink hair and pink beard, although he wasn't even aware of it.
The second group comprised of Zeb, Ezra, Sabine and Fenrir. They were currently hiding in an alleyway, waiting for storm troopers to pass them. As the troopers passed, Ezra and Fenrir looked at the backs of the troopers with narrow eyes.
"What is it?", Sabine asked.
"Could be nothing. I thought I sensed the dark side in one of them.", Ezra said.
"As did I. Thankfully, I have been hiding our presence in the force, so we wouldn't have been detected.", Fenrir said.
"What should we do?", Zeb asked.
"I don't know about you guys, but I could do with a drink.", Fenrir said.
"Seriously!?", Sabine asked with a raised eyebrow.
"When in doubt, always go to a bar. Barkeeps are reservoirs of information, like cab drivers. They hear everything, they remember everything and for the right amount, they reveal everything.", Fenrir said.
Zeb chuckled at this and the group proceeded to go to one of the sketchy bars, with the purpose of gathering intel.
Sabine nudged Ezra and said, "I am going to teach you how to drink like a Mandalorian."
As the first group headed towards the rendezvous point, Tarre pointed out, "Having all the delinquents in one group may have been a bad idea."
Hearing this, Hera used her commlink to contact Fenrir, "Spectre 10, make sure you and the group don't cause an uproar on the planet."
"Uh… Spectre 10?", Fenrir asked confused.
"It's your callsign Fenrir.", Hera spoke.
"Oh… right. Well don't worry, we won't cause a big uproar, just a small one Spectre 2.", Fenrir said. He then quickly shut off the commlink, before Hera could say anything.
After he said this, Hera's thought momentarily went back to her conversation with Bor, when she had asked him about an update about Thor. Bor didn't have much for her but he did share her frustration.
"In the short time I have known him, Thor and I have driven each other up the wall. Although he has a very keen military mind, some of his actions are rash. In many ways he is like Odin, but in some he is better. I do not know where he is or what his purpose is, but as of late I tried to reach out to Odin, who assured me that Thor is safe and has a plan to stop the Apocalypse and win the war swiftly.", Bor said.
"I know he has to look at the bigger picture and without him and the Aesir, well the Republic would have still been the Rebellion. But is it too much to ask that he and I spend some time as father and daughter and not generals of an army?", Hera said.
Bor sighed, "When Odin was crowned king, I was not there. My father Buri – God had given me an ultimatum to leave the Aesir immediately. I remember the shocked expressions on the faces of my sons. I left them with a mess, a mess I should have helped in cleaning up. But I couldn't disobey my father's orders.", Bor said, "I know this doesn't answer your questions, but Thor has to comply with his wishes. Thor never wanted the throne, he expressed his desire to return to you, to make up for lost time, but he couldn't."
"Kanan and I met him, you know. He seemed like a good person.", Hera said.
Bor expression turned to shock, "You… You met him? You met Buri?"
"Yes.", Hera said nervously, suddenly realising that in front of her sat the son of God.
Bor looked down and asked curiously, "What was it like, meeting him?"
As Hera described the encounter with Buri, Bor's eyes watered a little. "Half a billion years. He didn't bother showing himself for half a billion years, he didn't bother when our enemies fought wars in his name, he doesn't even bother showing up when his brother is waging war on the universe." His tone was melancholic.
Hera herself looked down at this. After a while she asked, "Tarre had once described him as the Force."
"No, Tarre is wrong. Buri is one of the creators of the Force. He is above it.", Bor said.
"Hera.", Kanan said, snapping her out of her thoughts. We've reached.
As they entered the bar, Ahsoka and Tarre went and sat down in a table far from the bar counter. Hera and Kanan went and sat on the counter, while their friends had already flagged down one of the waitresses and ordered their own drinks.
Kanan tried ordering water, but before he could Hera had ordered drinks for both of them. "Don't worry love.", she said.