Star Wars

Reincarnated as a Tooka

A Isekai Star Wars story

Part 5 – Del'solo

"Be a part of something. Join the Empire. Explore new worlds. Learn valuable skills. Bring order and unity to the Galaxy! Be a part of something. Join the Empire!"

Imperial advertisement, Corellia 9 BBY

16 standard years later

The holocron sat upon the shelf among the clutter of items along with the other stolen items the shelf stored. It glowed dimly in the darkness, as if radiating just enough light to be powered up, but just enough to simply be dormant and hidden from the Empire. But that did not stop the woman from snagging it from the Corellian Jedi Archives's transfer rocket tram enroute to the Imperial Station.

It had been a rough year. The woman only sixteen years old, wanted off Corellia, and needed to get the items she could in order to sell them and get enough credits to do so. She had been briefly captured by police for conspiring with the White Worm and her brood and gangs. And then she was set free by order of the Empire directly. Even though the woman had venomhently swore she hated the White Worms and didnt want to go near them

For the young woman, it was more a confusing time period the year before. The gangs, the police, the Empire, all of them wanted her, and then none of them wanted her. What was going on ? She had after all, hoped to joid up with the Empire in hope of at least working on a Star Destroyer. Of course at the time she was twelve and her parents had just been killed in a facory accident. And the Empire only played her along for a song. And then the White Worms got to her.

Or at least they tried to, because when the girl had been kicked out of the Recruitment Station, she had also stolen something incredibly important to an Imperial Moff and had been arrested shortly after the White Worms tried to gang up on her. In the chaos, it was found that the girl was mistaken for another woman and was shortly let go by the security crews.

And that was how she came across the holocron in the first place. It was for a while kept inside an old Jedi Temple that was now used as a museum of all sorts of Old Republic relics. The woman saw her chance that night and quickly snapped up the relic, a holocron. The White Worms knew about it and had tried to find it to steal it or use it or something. But now that she had it. The young woman took off for shelter.

She of course had barely gotten any sleep and had somehow managed to get in past the Boarding Security Zone within the spaceport and used an empty luggage crate mobile to sleep. Proxima and her goons wouldnt dare try to get past the Imperial station for the Imperial Navy.

But that was the least of her worries. No, the luggage mobile she used as a hidden bed was moved by someone. Looking out she saw a young man hiding in the shadows produced by the recently unrepaired sections of Coronet Spaceports luggage and security area. She saw the young man focus on the ad for the Empire.

Lakota watched, and easily heard as the man spoke to the Imperial officer on duty. "Solo" the officer said as he typed up the name placard. "Good luck Mr Solo." He said as he handed him the datacard and allowed Han to get through.

Lakota saw a man aiming to take a few items from the stack of luggage the luggage crates in that structure were abandoned. Unseen she slipped away through a vent shaft after ensuring it was closed behind her.

She went back into the bowls of the spaceports utility department. There were Selonians who romaed the Ultiy corridors and yet they did not pay any attention to the lone seemingly only maintence woman on duty as she ducked through a door and ensured it locked behind her.

She hit a switch, illuminating the large low ceilinged room. A stack of carbonite "works of art" were already kept there when she first made the room her home four years before. A small kitchen filled a small section of the space, while some of the carbonite statues made a wall. Going to the cooler she opened it, and growled, she'd need to steal food again. She hated that.

The last time she stole food she was nearly nabbed by Lady Proximas freaks. It looked like bartering with the Selonians was her best bet, maybe even her only bet. But what could she trade with the selonians for food and drink ?

What did she have, aside from the block, that was worth anything to a Selonian ?

She set the block on the table which was made of two carboite statues set on their side facing out from the core of the glass topped table. Even without the carbobite in the frames the structure was solid. And damned heavy.

Lakota went throuh her shelves of things. There was all sorts of trash, refuse left by the ship builders above. And what was more, the jedi Museum itself she had stolen from. There was a good dozen lightsabers on one shelf. Somehow Lakota knew they could be useful. She knew they all worked, they all turned on for her, various colors, a few single blades, a few fire like blades, and one curious pair of pink blades too.

But what she felt was most prized and also priceless was the pair of swords, and a swordstaff of the same design. Lakota had taken them from a weapons dealer, the guy said nobody had wanted them and they were worth a lot. But since she was so interested in them at the time he let her have all three weapons. It was better he gave them t oher freely instead of her going back and stealing them.

A Cathar Warstaff, and two Cathar Honor Swords, that was what she was told they were called.

Lakota had no idea as she grabbed some blue milk from the cooler and poured it into a bowl to drink. That the weapons she had in her collection of weird and useless junk were infact incredibly important pieces of history.

Just like the frames of Carbonite statues that were stacked or in many cases leaning neatly or even hanging off of, the walls in her little home far under Corellias most active spaceport.

Tossing the lit of the blue milk container onto the table, Lakota turned on the holonet screen and watched the local news She saw it all concerning young Han Solo getting away from Proximas goons, and how one of the two, a woman was taken prisoner by said goons right there in the Spaceport.

"So close" Lakota mumbled around her milk, "and yet, so very far."

She never saw the box she had constantly carried with her begin to open. The holocron was ancient technology, older then Lakota, older then the known Jedi Order long since destroyed by the Empire. The holocron was from a planet called Tython, and it recorded several personalities. Most of which were incredibly important people from the ancient past.

Emperor Palpatine was one of the few people who knew what holocrons were and what they could do. Lakota herself had been drawn to it, just like all the lightsabers at various museums and junkshops.

But this block, this useless block that Lakota had stolen from an Imperial Shipment transfer rocket tram without any notion or plan on what she was doing with it afterwards, had begun to activate. It was close to its creators.

Within the many carbonite stacks of prisoners. Two important people from the ancient past began to thaw out and wake up. Lakota spotted the glowing opened block on the table and smacked it "Oy! Stop making noise, I dont want the Selonians to find you, much less Proxima and her freaks!" Lakota scolded the holocron, which somehow knew the danger Lakota faced and quickly closed itself back up with no more sounds.

Lakota sighed in relief. She had no idea how the thing worked, and this was the third time it had really just opened up like that. Each corner of it had spread from the block itself, as it seemed to float in the air on the table. Strange mist flowed from the block. And yet Lakota felt no harm from it.

Tyhe block was inert on her table. Gently picking it up Lakota set her bowl she had used to drink her milk on the table as she examined the block. She had no idea it was really called a holocron, to her it was just a odd block that sometimes came to life on its own at weird and sometimes incredibly bad times.

Lakota spotted the time on the holonet. Nearly sunrise when she first went to bed up in the spaceport while waiting for the utility corridors to be only selonians so she could sneak into her private space. Corellia was a shipyard planet. And it was mid day already for Coronet

Which meant, Lakota realised, she had only gotten two hours of sleep before Han Solo. "I have a cousin I dont know about ?" Lakota wondered, she remembered her own name, Lakota Del'solo.

Her parents were killed in a factory explosion when she was twelve, four years before, the Selonians took her in and gave her that room to be her home when she knew she'd rather die then become part of Lady Proximas freakshow.

The solo family, and its offshoot family the Del'dolo family were both major domos in the power structure of Corellia, the Del'solo family however maintained their work in the civilian market, building the incredibly popular YT1300 series starships and light frieghters. Whereas the other family, the Solo family, had made their money in the miltiary deals they made with the Empire

Lakota didnt much like the Empire. But she was only twelve years old. And seeing more and more stromtroopers and random Imperial naval personell even at her parents own residental block only made things harder for her.

Lakota stood from the table and put the bowl in the sink and then put the blue milk in the cooler. She sighed as she held the block in her hand. "Why did you open ?" She asked it. It glowed a pale blue. "Ahah" Lakota scolded, tapping it lightly with her other hand the glow stopped.

She sighed again and put the block in her bag before going to the sleeping pallet and all but collapsing onto it. Two hours of sleep was not the best thing for anyone. Only droids could work twenty four seven. And Lakota was not a droid. Lakota soon was asleep, within minutes she was in REM sleep.

And once more the Holocron began to glow within her bag upon the nearby pillow.