Despite the rain and traffic above, she spots a black probe droid through the window with ease when it hovers over the empty street of Aradia's poorer neighborhood. From the looks of it, it must have been a viper probe. One alone could scour an entire planet-and if necessary, kill-its target, whether they be human, alien, or droid.
Said target knew that and more as she carefully looked down at the probe droid from her hiding spot. She had seen the probe droid float into the dilapidated building which she took refuge in, going from one room to the next until it reached her corner on the seventh floor. She also sucked in a breath when a light emerged from one of the bulbous lenses along its disk-like head, illuminating the darkroom it had entered. If she was right, and she was, then the probe's scanner would find her.
She kept still when a light flashed beside her. It was only lightning. The probe and its shining ray had gone in another direction, towards the refresher. One of its many mechanical appendages stretched out and reached for her cloak lying crumpled by her sleeping spot.
The baby Tooka-cat hiding under it jumped away to reveal no one else.
While the probe was distracted, she took her chance. She leaped from the tiny corner by the broken ceiling, her hands jostling around her igniting weapon, and-
SLASH!
After her feet touched the floor, F sighed once she saw the probe droid's two smoking halves on the floor. "Another run-in with these things," she said before turning off her lightsaber once the electrical sparks faded from the probe's remains.
The cold breeze entering the broken window reminded F of her other problem. Sadly, she found the same Tooka-cat had returned to claim her cloak. "That's mine," F said, trying to shoo the feline away. She failed, seeing how it clung to her only protection from the cold for warmth.
A groan later, F sat down and took the unused portion of her cloak as a blanket. With her back to the wall and forced to share her cover, she tried to get some sleep in the foggy morning.
- Episode 2: A momentary trust -
After the weather calmed, F left her shelter and soon walked past wanted signs of herself, or her shadow, given the lack of a photo. With the Empire after her and possessing little credit to bargain with untrustworthy smugglers, F concludes her only way of leaving off-world was to acquire her own ship and coordinates.
F boards an underground train, using this time to recall the intel she gathered. She remembers the ache her legs felt after discovering there's only one spaceport to the north holding ships fit for intergalactic travel. However, she also found a small army guarding the complex, ruining any chance of stealing a ship in this city. Even if she could escape under the Empire's noses, the dilemma of her coordinates exists. For that, F got off her stop to find a possible solution in Aradia City's Night Centre.
Boxed in by towering interconnected buildings, the area roared from crowds exploring its many underground markets. The lights and products on sale around F lead to a vibrancy found only in Core Worlds, but she ignores all this and walks up to a service bot. Activating it with a button press, the machine projected a hologram of a droid surrounded by ads. "Greetings, customer, to QA-81's service guide!" Holographic fireworks sparkle, which didn't amuse F. "Aradia's home to many top-of-the-line guilds, so ask away any service you seek."
"Are thieves one of them?" F inquires.
"As I said, ANY service!" QA-81 proudly states. After briefly scanning its records, a loud buzz is heard as its eyes turn red., "Hm, business seems a bit slow tonight. New Imperial laws have made thieving more difficult. But, if you still wish to look, please walk down to Tetsu's Emporium at the end of the Centre."
"Why am I not surprised," F sighs before taking off.
"We also humbly accept tip-oh, she's already gone..."
Ignoring the droid, F gazes up at the bright red sign. The cheers echoing out of the establishment show that it lives up to its exclusive reputation. With F peeking through the opened door, she finds the inside dazzling with multi-colored lights and pumping music to attract high-class patrons and gangsters alike, including Imperials. F steps forward to enter when a gruff-looking security guard grabs her shoulder.
"Got an invite, buddy?" the guard asked.
Seeing no one nearby, F subtly waves her hand. "I've already shown you my invite," she whispers.
"...no, you haven't."
"Yes, I did," F said more aggressively and pushed even more with the Force.
The guard soon looks dazed and backs off, allowing her to enter. She first roams the bars for guild members, avoiding the many half-drunk Imperial officers. F flinches from rock music blaring nearby. A large Holonet display broadcasts a Hutt on guitar playing with some nervous-looking human singer. 'Never thought I would ever walk into a place like this. It is as deafening as it is annoying,' she thought before continuing her search.
F spots a thief guild emblem with one group, but she is turned away as soon as she speaks. The process repeats itself till F sees how few thief guilds there are here. F stood aimless by a bar, wondering if there were more upstairs. She jumps when she sees an officer fall off his seat before a finely dressed waitress soon helps him up.
"That's why you don't have seven Ardees drinks, sir," the human woman with short dark hair and dark skin advised. A quick glance from F lets her guess that the woman is a few years older and even has the same eye color as hers. "We don't like having too many people drop dead here, you know," F hears before catching the woman swiping credits off the man's large wallet.
"A rogue thief?" F muttered to herself.
As the woman left with a sly wink, F saw she was heading upstairs and quietly followed. F's keen eyes also catch a male Rodian grabbing drinks from the supply bar, where the waitress also grabbed her own tray. Sliding into a nearby bar, F keeps her ears open.
"Corde, where's Metin?" the Rodian asked.
"Probably showing off his impressions for a few laughs," this Corde said with a roll of her eyes.
"So, whatcha got so far?"
"Heh, count it yourself, Feevo," Corde smiles, showing her earnings tonight's wealthy customers. This Feevo, if F heard correctly, smiles while showing off his earnings. "See? Told ya disguising ourselves would be worth it. These new officers are practically dropping credits!"
"Yeah yeah, I'm convinced now." Feevo smiles, taking a glass shot. "You must be pretty happy about these earnings."
"Well, it's better than nothing," Corde shrugged, a different reaction that F took note of.
"Still, you sure the managers won't notice our disguise?"
"If you don't at least serve some of these drinks, they will."
Before F could continue listening, she lowered her head as two stormtroopers guarding the officers here walked by. F spots them noticing the troopers as well before they disappear among the crowds.
'They don't talk like novices, and they must be good at forging if their IDs worked,' F pondered. 'But how trustworthy are they? Guilds abide by some sort of rules, common thieves don't.' Deciding to put this option aside, she tried one more time in finding a proper guild, but the lack of results started to get to her.
F spots one a booth crowded by thieves to the far left end, and unlike the others, they've allowed her to show them her proposal. She waited for an answer as they looked at the structure, seeing the leader whisper something to their team before tossing aside the device.
"I think it's fake," the Aruzan member commented.
F eyes widened, her patience officially worn thin. "A job like this is hardly impossible, yet each of you treats it as if it is."
The leader scoffs. "Look, even if this is real, what you're asking for isn't worth the credits. Unless you couldn't tell, no one's eager to mess with the new government."
F clenches her fist, her irritation boiling up. "For thieves, you've all been nothing but cowards."
The Trandoshan member growls, rattling the table with his claw and narrowing his reptilian eyes. "You wanna say that again?" he said.
F eyes caught him pointing at her a blaster pistol beneath the table. The tension broke once a young and brown-haired man of waiter arrived. "Something the matter here, gentle reptilians and misses?" the waiter asks. "Perhaps some entertainment might calm matters down. I've been known for my impressions."
"Not needed. It's just some wrench annoying us," the Trandoshan hissed.
"Put the piece away, man," the leader whispered, and F sees why when she too sees the nearby stormtroopers.
"Drinks then?" the waiter suggests. "Would you like one too, my masked friend?"
F turned her back to him. She was about to leave when she said, "Don't serve them anything too strong. They don't have the stomach for it."
The sly comment breaks the tauntaun's back, and the Trandoshan throws the table at F. Taken by surprise, F pushes the waiter aside, taking the brunt of the attack that leaves her on the floor. The Trandoshan gets up and aims his blaster at F. Shielding herself with the thrown table, she instinctively reaches for her lightsaber only to find...
… it's gone?
Her shock nearly distracts her from the present danger. She Force pushes the table back at the thieves, embedding it into the wall and trapping them. F quickly scans her surroundings and spots the waiter running away.
F gives chases to the thief trying to escape out the back. The troopers across a few yards notice the commotion and try firing stun rings, erupting screams from many customers. This doesn't phase F; her glare never taken off the criminal, her mind focused only on retrieving her lightsaber at all costs.
/-/-/-/-/
Blaster shots cause Corde to duck for cover when Metin runs past her. "Time to leave!" he said, lightsaber in hand, which Corde overlooked.
"Hey, wait up!" Corde shouted, running after him through the kitchen. They're joined by Feevo before taking the back exit, through an alleyway, and into the backstreets of Night Centre. After traversing down a long staircase to a small neighborhood, they stop by a lamppost.
They catch their breath before Corde demands, "Okay, Metin, you better have found some huge jewel or something."
"Oh, it's far more valuable than some hunk of rock," Metin smirked, showing them the black lightsaber.
Both Corde and Feevo were stunned, "No way...a real lightsaber?" Corde heard Feevo whisper, "How the heck did you-?"
"Doesn't matter, 'cause we're selling this baby tonight!" Metin cheered, raising his arms in the air before the weapon was swiped from his hand. "Wha-C-corde!"
She wasn't listening while walking back where they came from, "I'm taking this back where it belongs."
"Are you crazy?!" Metin shouts back.
"Not as crazy as you for not realizing the obvious here!" she retorts, stopping to point at the Imperial building in the distance. "I don't know if you noticed, but ever since that dumb pyramid started to be built, over a dozen 'Jedi' were executed, along with their families. This lightsaber will only lead to the same thing happening to us..."
"Okay, okay, Corde, I get it but think about this," Metin said. "I know a way to sell this without any traces back to us."
"You know a guy?" she asked doubtfully.
"I always do, don't I, Feevo?" Metin said, patting Feevo on the back.
"Uhh, six out of ten times, I guess."
Corde sighed, rubbing the temple of her head to figure out what to do here. She gazed down at the weapon and considered not only her own safety but the safety of the only family she had left.
/-/-/-/-/
F was able to shake off the stormtroopers, for now, bursting out the back exit and noticing tracks ahead. Her metal heels dash through the rocky cement before sliding down the long staircase on said heels, spotting three figures ahead. F leaps off and lands in the shadows, quietly approaching the trio. Seeing no blasters on them, she extends her hand and grabs hold of her weapon with her invisible gift, then pulls back with great force. The lightsaber flies out of the woman's hands and back to F's grip, nearly causing the woman to fall over.
F clung her weapon closely when she recognized the woman and rodian, 'They were able to-?' F thought in surprise.
She sees Corde get up and shout at the young man, "You didn't lose them, Metin!?"
"I-I get carried away holding valua-" F heard Metin blurt out before he stopped himself.
It was too late; a fire began burning inside F, cracking her patience like wood. Her lightsaber blade rises with her anger before she points it at the fiend willing to sell the small piece of herself for measly credits.
"Hey, stop!" Corde pleaded to her, shielding Metin, "Point that at me but not at my friends, okay?" F's glare locks onto Corde, the woman giving waves of genuine fear through the Force. "I-I get it, you're mad. We've never intended to steal from you, and we're not going to rat you out to the authorities." F eyes widened as the woman slowly got to her knees and told her, "But if you still don't trust us, then let them go at least. I know they won't tell and...I heard what you did to those troopers."
F looked back at Corde's sincere and frightened eyes, sensing her emotions that brought a sinking feeling to her stomach. She deactivated her weapon, shut her eyes, and hung her head low, 'What am I thinking…?'
"Probe!" Feevo shouts, pointing at the droid above them, causing the trio to flee.
F opens her piercing eyes onto the approaching droid. Her feet springing up like her blade, F slices the droid in half. As she lands back down, she catches its last transmission amongst the static: "Droid down at Cuza Alley. Deploying troopers."
Already hearing low-altitude ships flying in, F leaps above the rooftops, staying low to stay out of sight from the searchlights above. Soon, F huddles to a dark corner, sensing patrols approaching. She clings to her sacred weapon, hugging it to find some comfort as a feeling of guilt hangs over her. "They...were scared of me..." F whispered, "... like I was a…."
F holds her words to avoid being caught, but her eyes remain on her lightsaber, 'I'm sorry master, I'm failing you, aren't I…?' F looked to the distance at the imposing pyramid that was Imperial HQ. 'How am I supposed to get in now? I can't even go outside without hiding,' she utters, tightening her grip. 'Stop it...doubt won't get you anywhere.'
F hears a shout below and spots the trio trapped in a dead-end alley. An Imperial patrol closes in, about to discover them. F knew they had only seconds as she grits her teeth, the images of them selling something precious to her clashing with their act of friendship. F closes her eyes, spotting some large street debris behind the patrol, and makes her choice. With a wave of a hand, she clangs together the debris, which diverts the patrol's attention enough for the trio to escape.
Soon, troop activity died down, providing F a window to escape. However, instead of gazing towards the direction of her hideout, she looked to where she last saw the trio. Though doubtful, she was also desperate and had to try something. "No...there is no try," she whispered the old lesson before searching for them.
Relying on her tracking lessons, she spotted the trio in the city's eastern slums judging from the degraded state of the many homes. F stays above the roofs as she spots the woman named Corde ignoring Metin. "Don't," F heard Corde say before leaving, sensing the tired frustration from her. Guessing that she's the leader, F decides to follow Corde. As F did, she caught the Rodian telling Corde, "Hey, it's hardly the first time we ran from stormtroopers. We came back with most of the credits, didn't we?"
"I'm...not in the mood right now, Feevo," F heard Corde say, her fingers gripping her arms. Soon Feevo returned home; F took note of how troubled he looked before continuing to follow Corde. F spots her entering an apartment complex; as Corde entered the lobby, F hopped to the roof and heard footsteps through the decrepit metal ceiling. A door closes as F finds the apartment she's in and heads to her room's window.
Gently, F pops the windows open and leaps inside unnoticed as Corde grabs some medicine from the kitchen and walks to a bedroom. F felt a weak presence there, and she sneaks over to the half-closed door. She peeks inside to find Corde kneeling beside an older woman lying in bed, an old medical machine connected to the woman who relied on oxygen from it.
"You're gonna be okay, mom," F heard her whisper, carefully injecting the medicine as steady beeping came from the machine.
'So that's why,' F thought, guilt within her grows as she backs away. She clung to the shadows as Corde re-enters the living room before stepping out.
"Don't be afraid," F announces, scaring the woman as she pulls down her hood to reveal her mask. "I'm not here to hurt you."
F saw Corde was frightened before she noticed her lightsaber. "That was you back there. You used your witch powers to save us?"
"It's called the Force, but yes," F nods.
"Right," Corde mumbled, a bit lost of words. "It's just I never seen a real Jedi Knight before."
"I'm not a-," F said before staying on topic, "I'm sorry about before. I'm only helping the Empire by scaring others."
"So you came all this way to say sorry?" Corde asked before peeking through the window blinds. F swears she sees a smirk from Corde. "Thanks, but patrols are common here, so get out befor-"
"I also have a proposal."
Corde turns to F with wary eyes. "What kind of proposal?"
"That depends...how willing are you to get your mother out of here?" F asks, causing Corde to tense up again. F points at an old uniform by the door. "That's a wartime factory uniform, your father's, I assume? What happened?"
Corde hesitated but said, "A munitions incident...tried helping others out but-"
Despite the sudden stop, F could sense the lingering pain. "But medical costs kept racking up, and the new empire hasn't changed that," F continues, "So, to survive, you've-"
"What are you getting at here?" Corde demanded.
"Is three million credits worth the risk?" F quickly asked, nearly causing Corde to laugh at the ridiculous price. F dropped her hologram device that projected a miniaturized model of the seventy-six floor high Imperial base, a few bright red markers blinking within the building. "Since the Empire's establishment, taxes have risen drastically for lower-income citizens, which goes directly into the Imperial base's vault. However, the base's incomplete state leaves small openings for intruders to sneak in. I know because I tested it myself a while ago, putting together a path inside we could take."
Corde slumped down on the couch. "You're one desperate Jedi to offer this to some two-bit thief."
"Every other thief guild rejected it, but it's because they're too scared to face the new Empire. I think even someone like you could do this," F said assuredly.
"Because I'm desperate?"
"Because you're a capable leader. You look out for others when you catch people by surprise, and you know when it's time to escape. I'm not looking for the best. I'm looking for someone dependable."
F watches Corde gaze out in contemplation, right to the target in the distance. "What kind of Jedi wants money?" Corde says in a mumble.
"It's not the money I want." At that, F zooms the hologram onto the seventy-fifth floor. "I'm after classified code from this data room. After much consideration, I concluded that this will require at least four people."
Now, she has Corde's attention. Good.
"The room's door is two layers thick," F continues, "with an alarm system so sensitive that one touch will alert security. The only way to open it is through two special keys which must be inserted and do specific turns."
"And that's just the first door?" Corde asks.
"Yes, with a camera in a security room on the floor below watching the whole time. Then, the next door will require a special passcode to open after the first layer," F finishes, shutting off the hologram. "I procured a device to get past the password, but I'll need all your help to get me there. Once inside, a one-way vent will lead down directly to the vault, where your reward will be waiting. That'll be the only way inside and will require a person outside and inside to open without detection."
"So, you get your coordinates first, then we'll get our money," Corde says with a light chuckle, F sensing the other woman's doubt dissipating. "Let's see, Metin will handle disguises. Feevo deals with cameras and key forging, then we'll get out the vault with our money with them meeting outside the vault."
"And we'll go our separate ways," F finishes, "and it'll only work if we work together."
F caught Corde biting her lips nervously and glancing to her mother's room. "Do I have your word on that?" she asks.
F pauses before answering, "Yes."
After a moment of consideration, Corde extends her hand. F shook it and sealed their biggest job yet. "You got yourself a team, Jedi," Corde smiled, turning around while sharing her thoughts, "Give us a week to prepare. I also know a local scrap yard who can get us speeders."
From the way Corde talked, F knew that things would be under control, and no sooner was there a sign that it was time to go when she sensed a patrol car approaching. She discreetly leaves the premises, and on the way back, F realizes this was her first proper conversation in months.
/-/-/-/-/-/
After only a day, F already felt worried. She sat in meditation next to the playful tooka-cat. After devoting the daytime to mental training, it was in this state that she sensed something troubling. In the afternoon, she leaves to quickly check up on the others and soon finds them huddled together in their own hideout.
Among the trio below, Corde says, "So, what do you think?"
"Did you get a death wish in the past twelve hours?" Feevo asks, surprising both F and Corde.
"I kind of agree, Corde," says Metin. "It sounds like something my uncle would shout during one of his episodes."
"But we got a Jedi with us!" Corde said in her defense.
"The kind of Jedi you told us earlier that we should stay far away from. It's hypocritical," Feevo points out.
"I don't care!" Corde shouts out. F saw the surprise in the other's eyes, as well as Corde looking regretful.
"There's another thing too," Feevo shares. "I've been thinking about it, and I've decided to quit and move with my family."
"What?!" both Metin and Corde shout. F recognizes the feelings between them as she listens.
"The new Imperial factories in Cordia City are accepting jobs. It's better there and may even provide new opportunities," Feevo said, proceeding to walk out. "... I'm sorry."
"I don't know what to say," Metin muttered.
"I do, and it's that you don't have to be another cog in the empire's machine," Corde states, stopping Feevo from leaving. "We've always looked out for each other, Feevo. It's how we've survived during food shortages and when the separatists were at our doorstep! Now, you want to leave?"
"Rather than work with a traitor? A killer? Yes," Feevo answered; such words made F wince.
"She's not a-" Corde shouted but stopped herself before letting him go. "Fine, we'll find another way... I'll send you your cut, I promise."
F saw Corde leave before being joined by Metin, who says, "Hey, don't act as if I said no."
The ever-watchful F notices the small smile on Corde from the parting trio. "So that's what it was, a test of bonds… just like between Padawans," F whispers, "it's strong, I felt it even when they argued, and emotions were strained, it's genuine."
Then, F steels herself with one thought: 'I should only observe. My presence has disturbed that trust. Still, to feel something so strong, innocent even… I can't let it vanish again.'
The memory of blaster bolts violently returns, momentarily stopping her heart. Any chances of peace were shredded for the rest of the day.
/-/-/-/-/-/
While dreaming, F found herself sitting in a meditation room, stone columns holding the ice above. She faced her master; between them were components needed for a lightsaber. F held the kyber crystal, gripping like fear gripped her heart, 'please work….'
"Begin," her master calmly announced.
F taps into the Force, feeling the crystal leave her hand, carefully assembling the lightsaber.
"The crystal is the heart of the blade," her master whispered in guidance, "the heart is the crystal of the Jedi. The Jedi is the crystal of the force. The force is the blade of the heart. "
F felt it; success was right there as she inserted the crystal.
"All are intertwined...you are one," her master said upon completion.
F smiled while gripping her lightsaber before activating it, only to feel heat and shock ripple through her hands and arms. Her master sends the saber flying out of her hands, shattering it against the wall with the Force to reveal the broken crystal inside. Despite the burns, no pain was greater to F than the state of the crystal.
"But I did everything right," she whispered in confusion, then anger before admitting another failure. Head hung low; she could only imagine her master's disappointment. She gasped when her hands were grasped and saw her master concentrating, emitting a white aura that heals her wounds.
Once finished, he pats her on the head and smiles, "the path there is a difficult one, my padawan. It'll hold trials, many of which you can't handle alone nor will go the way you wished, which can easily crack the heart." F fretted at these dangers till Master Hitoshi said, "so to build a bond with the Force, you must first connect with its components like you would a lightsaber. The Force binds the universe that created it, from the wildlife of countless worlds to even their inhabitants."
"And if I can't?"
"You're a sentinel, are you not?" Hitoshi asked before darkness returned.
/-/-/-/-/-/
F opens her eyes, holding her lightsaber closely as night approaches. "It's time to go," she tells herself, before recalling the mantra, "there's always a way, even without the Force." She quickly but carefully hides her dark cloak and hakama, sticking with her white robes and one-piece dark suit. Even with her gentleness, the act felt disrespectful, more so when she'll have to replace the temporary rags with an Imperial uniform. "Some things won't go your way," F reminded herself before turning to her lightsaber.
Since the incident, she held it dearly; the fear of letting it go gripped her as she shut her eyes. "Would I still be...me, without it?" she whispered a question that plagued her for a long time. Stars appear above as F leaves with everything she needs, spotting her cat roommate on the street. It was joined with two others, soon a third, and they both shared a look before leaving.
After avoiding a few checkpoints, F made it to the west side base of the pyramid and spots a tall, empty construction site where they agreed to meet. She leaps above and climbs the metal beams of the site to an unfinished outside of the fifth floor. F hears a yelp followed by an annoyed grunt to find Corde and Metin have just arrived, standing on one of the metal platforms.
"Don't scare me like that. I'm on edge enough as it is, alright?" F hears Corde say while putting away a blaster pistol.
F drops down to the platform and approaches the two, unintentionally surprising them too, if but a bit. "So only three then, I see," she comments.
"Yeah," Corde sighs, "well, at least he made those keys for us. You have them, Metin?"
"He said he was gonna give it to you," Metin replies.
F saw Corde's look of surprise, sensing her anxiety quickly rise. F thought back to her teachings and told her, "Have trust in your friend's word."
"Then where the heck is he, huh?" Corde's voice hissed.
F then sensed a presence, "he's coming right up."
As predicted, F saw Feevo climb up a nearby ladder, exhausted but with keys in hand. "Feevo?!" Metin and Corde said upon noticing him.
F saw as they helped him up, sensing nervousness and remorse in him as he said, "I...well, I guess I'm just like you, Corde. I don't like finishing things with regrets. If you have faith in the Jedi, that we'll get out of this, then I believe you."
F quietly walked past them to a nearby vent to not disturb the reunion, contempt with the results of this bond. As she kneeled down, she saw Metin give a friendly nod as Corde placed her hand on Feevo's shoulder, "friends to the end."
"Friends to the end," Feevo nods, "and one last hurrah for petty thieves."
F almost felt the trio's true friendship herself. The memory from before returns, but she felt no pain, at least this time. F's gaze became distant as memories of peaceful times at the temple returned to her, and the many bonds built through with the force before they were suddenly silenced.
"You okay?" F hears Corde ask, who noticed her nostalgic look.
"Y-yes, I'm fine. Let's begin, shall we?" F saw them accept her answer, and after collecting herself, she extended her hand to the vent. 'I can't allow that to happen, not again,' she thought, crushing the vent harder than intended but opening their path into the belly of the beast.
/-/-/-/-/
Junior Commander Montar looked out to Arcadia City as if searching for something.
"Eager to stay on land rather than ship? That's a first," his senior commander, Charut Pann, said while approaching.
Montar rolled his eyes at his smugness, "Not until we stamp out the murderer behind the attack. Now thier rat claws are destroying our probes as if it'll change the inevitable."
"Always looking for a fight, Montar?" Charut asks.
"Call it whatever you want. I call it defending the new order," Montar declared. "The galaxy's seen enough war, and if returning to stability means stomping out any resistance, then so be it. I'll accept no failure, not even my own."
"In that case, you should also learn when to let others do the work, lest you embarrass yourself again," Charut chuckles insultingly.
"I'll be taking my leave."
"Stop by my office if you like a drink," Charut offers, not noticing Montar glimpsing at the Imperial medal signifying his status wrapped around his neck.
/-/-/-/-/-/
F led the group into a dark storage room on the tenth floor. Upon activating their short-range communicators, she walked out with her scout trooper disguise. Corde follows, wearing a slightly disheveled ISB agent uniform. Feevo was dressed as an electrician while Metin was a stormtrooper. F signaled for Feevo and Metin to split off as she walked beside Corde, minimizing any suspicion of their behavior as they all roamed the sterile metal hallways.
"Stuff's bulkier than it looks," Metin whispered, messing with his armor.
"At least you have something dignified," Feevo comments, noticing how all the maintenance workers they pass by are non-human and tired-looking.
"Let's keep chatting at a minimum. I don't like wearing these either," F whispers through her helmet's comms. "The sooner we're done, the sooner you all get paid," she reminds, which causes Corde to smile while pulling down her black cap.
Soon enough, F recognizes the layout as the south sector of the level, directing Metin and Feevo to go ahead and catch the elevator. F checked their surroundings while entering the elevator room, spotting a group of officers to her left and finding two rows of elevators on each opposing wall. F saw the two catch one to the far left and lead Corde there until she noticed Corde was grabbed by an officer.
"Agent," the old, dark uniform-wearing officer states, "what are you doing?"
F half turns to them, ready to use a quick mind trick before noticing they're being watched by the other officers. She sees the entrance doors on the other end opened to a squad of stormtroopers, who looked to board the elevator Metin and Feevo are in. F feels stuck on what to do when she notices Corde subtly signals her to go ahead, which she hesitantly does, trusting her feelings.
"I just came back from a surveillance assignment, sir," F catches Corde speaking before reaching the elevators.
She's surprised to find only Metin there until seeing Feevo quietly enter another elevator to avoid the squad of stormtroopers. "Separated already," F sighs, but Metin reassures her.
"Ah, don't worry, we're used to being separated."
"I never would've guessed given how close you three seem to be," F comments.
"Well, it's because we know we'll meet again soon," Metin said casually, "so relax, what could go wrong?" The elevator suddenly stops, and the doors open to the imposing Commander Montar, who boards the elevator.
'Of course,' F thought.
"Level forty trooper," he ordered.
It took a second for them to recognize; F got a stern look when she pushed the floor button. For some reason, F felt unnerved by his presence, sensing an iron will she hadn't felt since the Empire rose. 'Only a little longer,' she thought.
After a while, Montar turned to F, who stayed at attention. "You're friend's a bit short for a scout trooper," he points out.
Metin quickly does his best clone impression, "Uh, well, sir, my friend's kind of...you know, didn't properly come out of the growth tank."
Montar raises an eyebrow until the elevator stops, and he steps out. "I see, well, carry on," he says, to which the two quickly salute, but F stays silent. Montar turns again to F with a puzzled look, "not much of a talker either," before the doors close.
F visibly felt relieved but couldn't shake her off her fear. She felt it entering this terrible fortress, a heinous desire for total domination. Her mind remembers the sight of others burned at the stake when Metin spoke to her.
"Scared?" he asks, "me too, even though I don't look like it. I do a bunch of stupid stuff because of it, but even if something does go wrong, I know we'll have each other."
F acknowledges his advice when the elevator signals they've arrived on the seventy-fourth floor. They head down the empty halls to the security room and spot its black door. F holds Metin back and stretches out her senses towards the door.
"What are you doing?" Metin asked.
"I sense three imperials posted inside," F reports.
"Should we blast them?"
F held back, doing a double-take," did you forget how loud their blasters are? Besides, I've learned there are alternatives to fighting, so follow my lead." F then approaches the door with Metin.
It slides open to an Imperial sergeant, with two stormtroopers on consoles, "What is it, trooper?"
F quietly takes a calm breath to concentrate. Metin buys her time by saying, "your shift is up. It's time to swap guards."
"What are you two talking about?"
F then waves her hand, "We said it's time to swap guards," she whispered.
"What's going on, sir?" a trooper asked.
"Leave now," F ordered, raising her voice slightly.
The sergeant flinches before ordering, "We're leaving." His men hesitate before following him out, leaving the security room to F and Metin.
F heard Metin's excitement over this working, but she didn't listen as a wave of dizziness hit her, forcing her to take a seat. She takes off her helmet, wiping off sweat dripping off her hair and causing Metin to notice her state.
"Hey, you good?" he asks.
"In a minute," F muttered before a presence was felt, "they're here."
Metin then sees the door open to Corde and Feevo, "geez, your witch powers are scary."
"Urgh, can't believe I was stopped for a uniform violation," Corde groaned before noticing F.
F saw them staring at her with worry, something she never liked seeing. "Tampering with another's psyche can be draining for a learner like myself. A second of doubt, and it wouldn't have worked."
She soon felt Corde tap her on the shoulder, "impressive, kid. Use this time to rest up, got it?"
F scoffs at the "kid" comment but nods.
"So, we control the cameras now?" Corde proceeds to ask.
"Not really," Feevo said, taking over controls, "look, the security feed is connected to the central security room. I could put up a repeat feed to disguise you two; it'll look like no one's there."
"I got you covered," F sighed, pulling out a handcrafted device, "I made it from probe parts. Insert it, and it'll hide our presence in the transmission like a scrambler would for a ship."
"But for how long?" Corde asks, "you'll still need to get past the second door."
"Long enough," F answers, holding out a handle-held device, "a pre-war code decipher; I snatched it out of their old storage room on my last visit. I estimate it'll take three minutes, which will restart if it doesn't work."
"Well, crossing fingers then it'll only take three," Corde winks before pulling F and Metin to the seventy-fifth floor as Feevo prepares to scramble cameras.
F felt better by the time they reached the next floor, thankful to see the coast was clear, and jogged down the hall before turning right to a wide hallway with the impenetrable door at the end. F and the others stand still upon finding the two cameras by the door and wait for the signal.
"Okay, you're clear," Feevo announces through the communicator.
"Thanks, Feevo. Metin, stay on lookout," Corde orders, following F to the door.
F then hands Corde her key, "We have to do this simultaneously; we can't be one second off. Remember, counterclockwise three times, clockwise two times, then insert it to the second keyhole. Proceed with the reverse of that before pulling the level," F states as clearly as possible. Before F commences, she notices Corde trying not to let her nerves get the better of her. "Begin on three," F says, "...one...two...three!"
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Feevo looked at the hidden feed as F and Corde commenced the sequence, his fingers nervously tapping the console. He nearly jumps when a voice shouts from the console, "security post #04, report," he heard an operator order from the built-in comm.
"Oh no…" he muttered, scrambling to his communicator, "Metin, security's calling us. If they hear me, we're done!"
"Damn it," he hears him mutter, now on his way.
"Damn's the right word. How were we figured out so quickly?" Feevo wondered.
"Security post #04, report. This is the central security command room with Commander Montar. He demands a response now."
"Montar?" Feevo wondered with familiarity before another shout booms.
"Security post #04, report in!" the operator demanded. Right on time, Metin barges in and quickly takes over with his best impression, "Ahhh, security post #04 reporting in, situation normal. This is trooper MLL-77 speaking, over."
"Situation normal? There's been an unauthorized guard change."
"We've received special orders, sir."
Suddenly, the voice of Montar takes over, "and who gave the order?" he demanded.
"It was…" Metin stretched out as Feevo handed him a name from the console's files. "Uhh, head security officer Gideon Madell."
The voice on the other end froze until the operator said, "stand by." Both were frozen in their spots and hoped the others would finish soon. Unaware that the commander is inspecting the tampered feed and noticing an odd flicker.
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Corde forced herself to focus as she followed the sequence, holding her breath when she moved to the second keyhole. She flinches when the level pops out, "now!" F shouts as they both pull the levers, and the first door opens. "Phew, and now for the hard part," Corde sighs.
"We'll make it," F says as she carefully detaches the frame, inserting the device's cord into the lock's circuits.
Corde could only anxiously wait till her ears perked at echoes of footsteps. She quietly peeks down the hall they came from to discover two stormtroopers heading their way, with Metin nowhere to be found. "Damn," she muttered. Corde checks to see the Jedi's still working and proceeds to buy her some time. "Ah, troopers, just what I needed."
"Yes, ma'am?"
"The security bureau will be doing an assignment in the western city district. You two will be joining in on the convoy."
The troopers look at each other before walking past her, "Uh, thank you, ma'am, we'll remember."
"Um, and both of you are to head down to floor forty-five for a briefing!" Corde blurted out, her left hand behind her back to grip her hidden blaster.
"What kind of order is this? Who are you?" they demanded.
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"We're in!" F shouts, witnessing the door open to the sight of large servers inside. The celebration was short-lived when an alarm sounded, sending a chill down her spine.
[Intruders on the seventy-fifth floor. Emergency lockdown initiated.]
F thrusts her hands forward and catches closing doors through the Force, her muscles burning to do so while the heavy doors violently shake. "Corde!" F shouts as her power quickly waned. She flinches at the sound of plasma bolts firing behind her, glancing over to see two stormtroopers fall dead and Corde dashing towards her. "Hurry!" F shouts, the doors bending under such force. Corde leaps through the door before F follows, barely missing the doors slamming shut.
Both gasped for breath as the alarm buzzed throughout the entire base, something F hoped wouldn't have come to pass. "We're not dead yet," she told herself before pulling out her communicator, "Metin, Feevo, hurry to the vault! They still don't know who we look like."
"On it," they confirmed
F tried getting up but quickly fell to her knees from the fatigue, suddenly feeling Corde help her up. "Let's look for it together," Corde offered.
"No..." F stopped her, "it'll be faster if I do it. Focus on tearing the vent off and make sure our path is clear." F saw her hesitance but quietly assured her she'd be alright, even if it was a half-lie. However, F will fight like a warrior to stay true to her word if worse comes to worst.
As Corde busts open the vent, F quickly scours the countless digital files in a room filled with over two dozen servers. She plugged in a small data recognition device and looked through a wave of file names within seconds. "Personnel files...weaponry projects...nothing," she hissed before moving on to the next server. She repeated the process long enough for Corde to get through until F reached the server in the middle of the room.
She inserted the scanner, her eyes darting across multiple names and numbers, "planet names, this has to be it. Come on, hurry," she whispered.
"Path's clear ahead. Got what you need yet?" Corde asked through comms.
"I…there!" F says, her gaze on a familiar name as she has the device then downloads the coordinates.
"How long will it take?"
"Two and a half minutes," F estimates.
"We should have enough time then!"
A loud spark erupts behind F, who sees stormtroopers were already cutting open the door. "Maybe not," she muttered, realizing they were halfway through. "Stormtroopers, a lot of them, and I sense even more coming."
As F stares at the sparks, she sees now the dire situation their group was in, 'there's too many to avoid; we'll have to fight. The other's blasters won't be enough; none of them will get out alive...my presence alone will ensure that.'
"Hey, just get out of there," Corde shouts through comms, "w-we'll find another way."
F breath trembles; she grits her teeth and levitates the vent back to its place. "Go on ahead, get your credits, and leave immediately. I'll divert their attention...this is where we'll go our separate ways."
"We're not leaving you behind!" Corde pleaded, tempted to climb back up.
"This isn't the time to argue," F shouted, facing the door, "let me keep my promise."
F imagines her next move once that door opens, throwing away any doubt left in her. Her grip tightens on the comm device when Corde says in a shaky voice, "Jedi…."
"F, my name's F."
"Heh, F...I want you to know that my father believed in you all, even more than I do...may the force be with you."
"...and to you," F reciprocates and deactivates her device. She tears off her vile disguise, feeling her shaky breath pass through her mask as fear threatens to grab hold of her heart. As sparks stopped, she whispered, "I am one...I am one…."
Outside, ten stormtroopers stand ready to attack. "Ready blasters, set to kill," the squad leader ordered. Then, before they could burst it open, a powerful invisible shockwave rang through their ears and passed through their bodies. This sudden tidal wave sends the cut metal flies to two troopers, cracking their armor and knocking them out as the rest stumble back. A large bloom of smoke hissed out, obscuring their rest's visions.
"Fire!" the squad leader ordered. Bolts of plasma fly in the air when a bright yellow light ignites.
F leaps into the air with intense concentration and cuts through the first trooper's gun, Force pushing him into the metal wall. She quickly dashes to two on her left, slicing their long rifles and hurling them to the ceiling. Sparks fly above, obscuring F, who deflects blast shots back at two troopers. She dashes to a trooper on her right and similarly disarms him. She pushed him towards the remaining two before cutting off a pipe above and hurling it at them, trapping them to the wall.
A still silence hangs in the air when the smoke dissipates, unveiling the damage done. F catches her breath before extending her hand and grabbing the drive just as it finished downloading. Then, not a second passes before another squad runs down from the left, "Jedi!" they shout before firing at her. The visceral shout nearly brought F back to the infamous night. Still, she kept her focus, deflecting bolts back at two of them before sprinting down the opposite hall in search of an exit.
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Metin and Feevo got past the chaos to the unguarded vault on the fiftieth floor, "Corde, you two there?" Feevo asks.
"Just open it," she said, and upon doing so, they were surprised to find only Corde with three military packs filled with a million credits each.
"Where's the Jedi?" Metin asks.
Corde couldn't look them in the eyes, "stormtroopers were gonna breakthrough before she could get her data. Worried that I'd be killed, she told me to go..."
However, Feevo told her, "She's a Jedi. You know she'll be okay."
"Like the others?" she whispered, remembering the bodies on the streets.
"And that excuses you defying her to wish?" Metin speaks up, "She's fighting up there, I know it, and so long as that's true, this isn't another one of your regrets. Have trust in her."
Corde's fists slowly stop quivering, focusing all her efforts on returning to her mother's side. "You're right. Let's keep up our end of her promise. The speeders are at the northeast, stay low, and above all, don't get caught." Her friends grab the packs of credits and make a run for it. Corde looks up to the ceiling, her hand over her heart, before following her friends to safety.
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F didn't stop as she charged at two more troopers, deflecting their shots before hurling them through the windows to her right. F estimates she passed the sixtieth floor by now, and once did she pass any of the previous levels without a fight. "There has to be a faster way down," she gasped as she reached the next floor.
F enters a large, open room when two squads of stormtroopers burst in from the other end. "Close that door!" their commander orders on his communicator to command, causing the doors behind F to slam shut. A hail of blaster fire whizzed through the room, which F quickly deflected before leaping to a nearby thin column. Using it to shield herself, beads of sweat roll down her cheek as she concentrates and tightens her hand, bending one of the opposing columns.
The stormtroopers take notice and disperse in fear it'll crush them. Instead, F trusts her hand out, forcing the column to violently land into the door the troopers came in. The debris kicked up gave F some cover, and she dashes out the room at full speed before slicing the door controls, sealing its blast shield. At that moment, F nearly fell to her knees, heavily fatigued and barely able to run. "I...I can't…" she gasped, her body slumping against the hall windows as she forced herself to keep moving.
She stops when the doors at the end of this one-way hall open to twenty-five stormtroopers, ready to fire, with the Senior Commander Charut leading them. F tired gaze stares back, pushing herself off the window and raises her lightsaber.
"Huh, so that's what a Jedi looks like," Charut mutters, almost smiling at F's desperation. He quickly raises his blaster pistol, "should make for a fine street display, open fire!"
F deflects the incoming bolts as she thrusts her hand at the windows, causing several to shatter as glass flies in the air. She felt plasma pass burn edges of her white robe as she lept out, sliding down the steep incline and using her heels to slowly herself the best she could. The moment she lost control, F stabbed her lightsaber to the wall, which slowed her fall to a halt. F huffed while dangling in the air, seeing she's now more than halfway down with a ledge nearby.
A stoplight suddenly locks in on her, but through the glare, she recognizes it as a remodeled LAAT gunship, the same ship she rode into battle a dozen times over. Its heavy guns fire, forcing F to leap off towards the ledge, running at fast speeds while plasma bolts explode behind her. She spots a construction tent with a hole that leads into the building's piping system, making one last desperate leap. The gunship blew the tent when she jumped; she vanished into the vents once the dust settled.
F gasped for air while crawling through the tight space, checking her hologram to see she still got a shot of escaping.
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Charut witnesses this and yells in frustration at the Jedi could've gone. "Senior commander," Montar speaks from hall's speakers, "do you realize now how dangerous the Jedi really are, or does your ineptitude still guide you?"
He blasts at the speaker when an idea pops into his head. "Lieutenant, the only area unaffected by emergency shutdown is the hangar, correct?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then let's move, and prepare a missile launcher," he orders with a devious smile.
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F slugs through the long way down, the aching pain hitting as deep as her bones as she crawled. The building's security extends as deep as the pipes, which nearly caused hidden doors to trap inside the seething hot space. "Almost there... I'm almost there," F told herself, pulling out her hologram to see she's now above the northern hangar, smiling when she spots a vent up ahead. A second later, a hail of blasters erupts from below, moving quickly as plasma flies by her.
Suddenly they stop, surprising F even until a deafening explosion happens right in front of her, tearing open the tunnel and causing her to fall. The seventy-foot drop would've shattered bones if not for her quick force push, but even with it, F landed hard on the cold ground as her energy felt depleted. She grips her lightsaber when the small platoon of stormtroopers encircle her, each of their blasters aimed at. Charut was among them, smiling as he declared, "end of the line, Jedi."
F, kneeling on one knee, could only see blurs as her vision was still rocked by the explosion. Time seemed to slow for her, ears ringing while blood dripped down her forehead, her breathing sounding heavy. Bruises were rift across her body, her robes disheveled, and her fingers felt cold against her lightsaber. F, at that moment, was right back to that horrific night with the screams still following and haunting her. Her hair casts a shadow over her eyes. She readied her blade and took one last deep breath, 'Master...give me strength, please.'
Charut aims at F's head, and a blast echoes the hanger.
Charut's face turns to shock when he realizes he didn't fire; a pain ripples through his body from a new blaster wound. Collapsing to the ground, he spots a young woman in the high walkway to his left.
"Now!" Corde shouts to her communicator, Feevo and Metin sabotage a nearby generator, and the hangar goes dark.
Darkness fills the hangar before F's lightsaber rises. Over a dozen flashes of red light erupt as the stormtroopers fire at their invisible enemy; among the shadows cast by these red flashes was F slicing down one of them. Red blaze blinks rapidly, with each subsequent flare showing the shadow of F's blade cutting through shadows of stormtroopers with keen precision. Shades of yellow shine as F stabs her blade into them, her mind focused only on her survival and ignoring who these men once were. Pain ripples through her muscles, pushing her body to its limits with each swing, attacking through only her senses and feeling each life flicker out.
The last scream echoes the darkness as a lone yellow light is left remaining, then it too disappears. Charut barely gets up and grabs a random run, his eyes darting in the darkness as he proudly declares, "I won't be made a fool by some witch child!" His hand shakes as he fires at nothing, stopping when a yellow light pierces his lower torso.
After less than twenty seconds, the red emergency light turns on, revealing all twenty-five stormtroopers have perished. F and the others were already gone, seemingly vanishing into the night.
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Once the all-clear was given, Montar entered the hangar to see his senior commander dying on the floor. "Ah, Charut," he said, shaking his head, "how does it feel, the failure?" The senior stares back with contempt, grunting as Montar takes off his Imperial medal. Montar proceeds to aim his blaster at Charut, "consider this an act of mercy. The people will see you as a valiant hero who died defending the peace rather than seeing the fool you really are." Montar gives one last salute before executing his former senior. He's soon joined by his guard, "the Jedi?" he asks, inspecting the cuts riddling the floor.
"No visuals, senior commander, the Jedi escaped."
"Hmph, well, it won't be for long," Montar confidently states.
"Commander, the vault's also been found open. We think other intruders-"
"A couple of missing credits mean nothing to me!" he shouts dismissively, "initiate rogue Jedi protocols. That data room held vital galactic coordinates. If she's planning on escaping the planet, then look into any means she has on leaving."
"Should we inform the high command about this?"
Montar considers this but proceeds to walk off. "I've seen mere clones mow down a whole group of Jedi Knights with simple trickery. We won't need brute force for this one. Their fear will cloud their judgment and will lead them to the same fate every Jedi must face," he proclaimed before returning to his duties.
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It was a long night, but Metin and Feevo waited at their hideout as Corde showed up. She falls to her back, exhausted as she gazes up at the purple morning sky, "not one sight of her...not even a goodbye message."
"Same here," Feevo shares, "but I think she has a good reason."
Metin looked at their grand earnings, and though he knew it'll be put to good use, it wasn't as rewarding of sight as the smoke coming from the Imperial base. "Hehehe, quite the mess we all made," he chuckles.
"Yeah," Feevo smiles back, "...where do you think she is now?"
Corde stood up, turning to the rising sun as a cool breeze brushed against her face. The sun shined brilliantly as she said, "I don't know...hopefully she's as far away from here as possible, but she'll be alright. It's like you guys said, she's a Jedi, and one thing my father always said was that a Jedi never gives up."
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On top of a tall tower, F's black cloak flutters in the air while she looks on at the trio in the distance. Her tired eyes close as she bows to them, "Thank you and take care," she whispers. She turns away, stopping when she sees the cat from before, now alone as it gazes at the sunrise.
F looks on as well, pulling out her hologram device to see her destination: Alderaan. F gaze down at the creature; she could sense its fear, especially its fear of her. However, its eyes stayed deviant because, despite the pain and the inevitable failures, it'll keep going…and so will she.
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A/N: Sorry for the delay, I hope you all enjoyed it.