"Roman... I thought you-"
"Died? By the looks of it, you've been mistaken." While Tera expressed shock, to Proxy this was all a theater to him. He enjoyed the reaction he received from his former master at a loss for words.
"You look so... pale." She notices Proxy translucent skin in contrast from his previous opaque. "But I'd be a fool to not know the dark side doesn't have its side effects." Proxy wasn't amused.
"Dry humor was never your strong suit, Master. Perhaps your new apprentice gives you the false confidence that it is." Her eyes narrowed.
"Tera! Come in!" Tera tries to suffocate the sound coming from her com-link, Proxy could tell where it was coming from anyway. He roughly grabs her wrist and reads the transmission log.
"Skywalker?... Lars." He growls. "Am I to guess the wrestler Miraj is infatuated with is yo new learner, as well?" He guesses. He took Tera's silence as a yes.
"You don't know if I've taken another learner."
"Oh, but I do!" He grew excited. "After all we been through, in less than a year you pick up a new student eager to pass down your wise teachings."
"It wasn't my fault-"
"It was your fault!" He snaps. "And now, you're going to pay. You tried to be the hero and it'll cost you. I'll kill you, then I'll retrieve the Queen's property. Where is the rendezvous point?" He points his red lightsaber at her throat, indicating he is serious about his threat.
"It is too late, they are gone. All gone." Knowing this to be true, Proxy sighs.
"I guess you're right. Damned Miraj, could never see the forest through the trees. I'll still make my Master proud by serving your heads on a silver platter!" He leaps and tries to cut her again, but this time Tera is ready, pushing him off and proceeded to go on the offensive. Proxy recovers and sweeps Tera's leg, before he could take full advantage Kenobi let loose a Force push sending Proxy across the room. Judging by the animalistic yell, Tera could tell the collision did serious damage to Proxy's body. But she didn't want to take advantage.
"Come on, we need to go." Kenobi understood and picked himself up from the floor, draping his arm around Tera's neck for support. Their feet became lifted from the ground and toss aside like common rags, and in a flash he fired a couple of shots to fully subdue them. His blaster was set to stun, which was good since the Jedi were worth more alive than dead.
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It's only been five-minutes, Ahsoka's already come to the conclusion wrestling is perhaps the worst sport in the galaxy. The cramped confines of the ring didn't allow her to utilize her acrobatic skills, putting her at a significant disadvantage versus Kyle. Someone she's constantly bested when they spared. How many times she's been knocked to the canvass because of a simple clothesline, she could not remember, but her neck was starting to strain her from all the times the simple action was executed to perfection on her.
"Did Skywalker give you the signal yet?" Kyle whispers to her, while they engaged in a headlock. Ahsoka shakes her head. She manages to break free, pushing Kyle to the ropes, she tries to clothesline him, but he slides under her legs and drives an elbow into her. Signaling to the crowd that it's over, he scales the turnbuckle to the top rope, leaps off his elbow cocked, at the least second she moved out of the way and he spasms on the canvass. She looks down at him smugly.
"Does that usually work?" She genuinely asks.
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Anakin didn't want to do anything until he knew Tera had Obi-Wan, his eagerness getting the better of him he contacted her and felt this pang that he did something horribly wrong.
"Skywalker,"
"Tera." He rushes to answer.
"I have Kenobi, she's all yours."
'All yours' is an objectionable way of putting it. Despite the endorsement of a horrid practice, Anakin felt Miraj deserved a life sentence, not an execution at his hand. A bit out of character given his vehement hatred for slaver scum.
"Lars," She tipsily welcomes him into her luxury box. "Can't keep yourself out of trouble?" She mocks chastises him. She was alone, only one guard on duty. Poor soul didn't know her empire crumbled.
"It's over, Miraj. Your slaves are gone. By order of the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Order, you are under arrest for the practice of slavery." Anakin hated spouting this spiel, made him feel more like a cop than a peacekeeper. But he wanted to give her a chance to go quietly.
"Oh?" Miraj was amused at the idea of being taken in. "Well, Lars-"
"I am not Lars." He rolls his eyes. She's very intoxicated. It took him igniting his Jedi weapon for her to get the picture. "I am a Jedi Knight."
"Oh, a Jedi here to take me in for slavery. Pot, meet kettle." She laughs hysterically before drinking a tiny shot glass. "Pot meet kettle." She repeats the phrase. "But I've already figured you out." The door slide open revealing a dozen guards. "Dooku's apprentice should be here soon with the two Jedi you're working with." She nonchalantly says.
"You have taken my slaves, but I will get them back. I will hold you three for ransom and extract everything I can from the Galactic Republic."
"Sounds like you have everything planned." Anakin kept his calm, no one apprehended him with and even without his lightsaber he figured he could hold his own in a brawl even when outnumbered. Clicking a button on his wrist com-link, no one was the wiser.
Ahsoka managed to keep her com-link concealed, as the strap matches her orange skin. She received the signal, and saw R2 did also and was in position. The timing couldn't have been better, the guards received word from Miraj. Their guns were cocked and pointed at the two, befuddling the citizens in attendance.
"Uh... Ahsoka." Kyle whispers to her.
"What?"
"If there ever was a time to do something cool, it be right now." Ahsoka rolls her eyes.
"Just catch the lightsaber."
Sure enough, two lightsabers fired off into the sky in rapid succession, the two soar up to snatch it in the air and proceed to lay waste to the Queen's guards. "I think I have your weapon." Kyle notices he's holding Ahsoka's green lightsaber, his is of course an icy blue. Ahsoka paid little mind to the mix up, and leaps up to confront the Queen in her luxury box. Kyle wishes he could've done the same, but agility paled in comparison to the average Jedi. He'd have to take the stairs.
Anakin managed to subdue all of the guards, the only combatant giving him trouble was Roman. How he misses his lightsaber, having it would surely even the odds. He tried to use a whip one of the guards dropped, but Roman made quick work of that and left him defenseless again. With his enemy slowly walking in for the kill, Anakin was desperate to find anything to prolong his life, finding only a chair. To his pleasant surprise, it worked and it broke into many pieces, some even ripping into Roman's skin. Kyle ran in just then, deciding Anakin probably needed a lightsaber more than he.
"Skywalker, catch!" He throws it across the room, Anakin holds it against Roman.
"Looks like your slave empire is through. Again." She gloats. The Queen scoffs and looks at a vile on her small table right next to her. Quickly, she drinks it. "What did you do?" Miraj laughs maniacally, while staring at Anakin.
"You think I'd stand trial?" Miraj adds she'd sooner eat off the floor before biting the dust. The distraction allowed Roman to get one over on Skywalker and utilize a Force push to get himself some distance. He could tell this assignment went south and was in no way salvageable. He leaps out of the window, Anakin would have given chase, but his master was in a sorry state and needed tending too.
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By the end of it all, the Zygerrian Empire was in shambles, all their slaves freed and their spice mines abandoned. The Republic will see to it they are destroyed in case the empire experiences a resurgence. They were all sore, but felt satisfied.
"You think we'll finally get some rest after this?" Kyle asks Ahsoka, it was intended to be a half hearted conversation, but Ahsoka took him at his word and looked at him like he was crazy.
"Kyle!" He turns around to see Vakidis managed to track him down. He figured there's no way he couldn't have not known who he really was. "So you're leaving?"
"Yeah." He says quietly. "I have-"
"To go back to Coruscant and to the Jedi Temple, yeah I figured." He cuts him off. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It all happened so fast. I didn't get a chance to tell anyone but my family." He explains.
"Well, that explains why your father didn't hold a grudge for you suddenly leaving. He said you left for another wrestling promotion, but didn't tell him which."
"I haven't seen them in years, I hope they're okay?"
"They're fine. Your dad actually is walking without a cane now, and Myra is starting first grade in a month." The last detail was enough to make Kyle's heart sink. He hasn't seen her since she was in pre-school. Does he even remember her bubbly, innocent face? "I have a picture of them right here." He hands him a photograph of them with Vakidis, he is holding a belt. "This is after I won the junior heavyweight championship." He tells him.
"Wow." But Kyle's eyes were fixated on the full bloated innocence in the eyes of Myra. Her red hair in a pony tail, little freckles on her nose. She looked unrecognizable from the baby he left behind. A tear drops from his eye, quickly he wipes it away to hide it from Vakidis.
"Kyle, c'mon!" He heard Tera call for him.
"I have to go." He says sorrowfully, going to hand the picture back. "Keep it." Vakidis tells him. They stand awkwardly for a second, before they hug and go their separate ways. What's next for either of them, they did not know. The future was so unclear, and there was a lot left to be written.