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Life of Knowledge II
Corran Horn
I have already told you about the beginning of my life story, where Earth and Corellia got rid of me.
But that was only the beginning.
After I left Corellia, I went around looking for a nice planet to live on for a long time, and finally, on day while I was coming out of hyperspace, I was jumped by pirates.
My heart had jumped into my throat in shock and fear, then I calmed down in relief. Finally! Some action! I thought.
Tento whistled at me from behind and told me about a hail the pirates were putting in to me. I opened the channel.
"Unidentified X-wing, this is the Kamshida Pirates. Surrender now or we will destroy you."
"You want me, come and get me, Kamshida. Koushiro out." Something about that name sounds familiar…
I had no time to dwell on the thought, for as soon as I had thought it, several X-wings and Uglies ejected from the Corellian Corvette that had served as a mothership.
"Tento, get me an accurate estimate on the amount of fighters and weapons the;" I checked the Friend/Foe Identifier. "On the Yamato. Got that, buddy?"
An indignant reply appeared on the screen, and then a number.
"34 fighters?! Shit! The Kamshida's are rich!" I flicked a switch. "S-foils in attack position." I dove as the wave of fighters came at me, and then pulled up with a point-blank quad-blast to an X-TIE. It blew up into multiple shards of glowing metal and transparisteel.
"Oh you asshole! It's on, now!" An extremely familiar voice shouted over the comm.
"What the hell?" I shouted into the comm. as I dove again, then weaved in and out to avoid the Yamato's turbolaser blasts. Soon I was on the other side of the Corvette and blasting away X-TIE's and wings. "Tento, gimme an update on those fighters!" Tento complied.
"I've still got 29 fighters? Already blasted 5, not bad."
Tento whistled again.
"What's that?" I asked.
He whistled.
"I see 'im. I'll shake 'im."
I dove and blasted another X-wing. With a snap-roll I was behind the fighter that was pursuing me, but before I could squeeze off a shot, it fly out and was behind me in seconds.
I resumed my weave and continued vaping X-TIE's and X-wings.
Tento whistled a heated warning.
"I didn't hear you!" I shouted.
Too late. A blast sizzled the back of my shields and blew apart my X-wings engines. I immediately hit the eject and blasted out of the X-wing before the entire thing blew up. I only had time to grab my weapons belt before the X-wing blew.
In the deep space I clipped the around me as a tractor beam pulled me into the Corvette.
I shivered in the interrogation room and looked up at the face of my captor. Not at all familiar.
"You destroyed half of my fighters." The man said.
I shrugged. "They were amateurs."
"Except…?"
"Except what?"
"The one that hit you."
"He caught me off-guard."
"Bull shit."
"Go fuck a Gandark."
"Alright asshole, you aren't going to live for that one." The man said, laying a punch out at me.
I easily grabbed the captors wrist and twisted it around until I heard a snap. He screamed in pain. Snatching the keys from the interrogators belt, I escaped the prison silently, holding the guards hold-out blaster and stokhli stick in my hands.
Suddenly warning alarms and klaxons wailed as I crept down the passage-way. Over 20 pirates filed in either in front or behind me, all armed with blasters, apparently eager to join the party.
With two well-aimed shots from my hold-out, two pirates went down, and with repeated shots from my stokhli, one side went down, trapped beneath the misty web.
Spinning around and dropping to the ground, I sprayed mist at the other side of the corridor.
After they were down, I got up and ran in the direction I was going and, slinging the stick over my shoulder, I scooped up a blaster rifle and ran down the corridor.
As I ran, I blasted camera's to tell them two things. 1) Where I wasn't. 2) I was alive and that they couldn't do anything about it, even as they sent out more and more pirates to trap me.
Finally, when I was in a corner between two groups of 50, I sprayed stokhli mist at both sides and barged into the nearest room-
Straight into a cafeteria full of pirates.
In one second, one split decision, my entire escape plans went straight to hell-
And back.
I sprayed mist throughout the room and made the pirates duck their heads as they drew their blasters. Before I had finished spraying, laser blasts started pinging off the wall.
I quickly realized that not even a stokhli stick could save me. Spraying mist in mass at one direction and switching off dead-man switch, I through the stick at the nearest bunch of pirates, where it just sprayed mist in the direction it was facing.
While those pirates were getting the stick under control, I got my stolen blaster rifle from where it was slung over my shoulder and took cover. Peeking up with one eye and my rifle, I blasted two pirates in the chest before I ducked back down.
What are you doing?! I thought. You're murdering mass numbers of people – even if they are pirates! And what about the name? Kamshida Pirates, the Yamato – doesn't it add up to you?! Matt and Tai are here, right now, aboard this ship! Either that or Tai is on another ship – probably the Taichi.
That gave me something to think about. I was now dropping back and staying under cover due to this new thought. I got up and blasted another, and dove back into cover. Little did I know that someone was spying on me, trying to see my face every time I got up.
Suddenly a thought hit. If Matt really is on this ship, then he probably has camera's all over the place in here and is watching them closely. If I clip my digivice- I took out my digivice and clipped it to my shirt. –Then he'll know that it's one of the Digi-Destined, not a Rebel who just happened to come out of hyperspace by them. Well, here goes nothing.
I crawled up to the top of the metal plank – that was now superhot and ready to melt, anyway - and suddenly threw my blaster over the metal.
The firing stopped.
Seems that they know that I'm unarmed now… Except for a minor detail. I rested my hand over where my lightsaber was hidden away in my flight suit and stood up.
In a second every blaster, stokhli stick, or any other type of weapon was aimed at me.
A gasp of astonishment came from the back of the crowd. "It's… Him…" Was all he said.
"Hands up!" Someone said from behind me, the same voice that belonged to the person that shot me down, much clearer now, and more recognizable. I knew who it was.
"Matt!" I said as I turned around, raising my hands as he had ordered.
"Izzi..?" Matt Ishida said in disbelief. "No way! I never thought that I'd see you again! I thought that you were still back on Earth!"
"I never thought I'd see any of you again – I thought the same thing!" I said. "Hey, speaking of which, your name – Kamshida Pirates – does that mean that Tai's here too?"
Matt took out a comlink and turned it on. "Captain Ishida to the Taichi. Come in, Taichi."
Static answered him at first, then a familiar voice. "This is Captain Kamiya of the Taichi. What is it, Matt?"
"An old friend is here to speak with you." Matt said.
"An old friend..?" Tai asked, a bit confused.
"Tai!" I shouted. "It's been so long since I've seen you!"
"What the?! Izzi?! Are you the reason the Yamato sent out a distress single?!"
"I wasn't aware that they did;" I looked at Matt, a smug smile on my lips. "But I suppose I was. Wiped out half their starfighters."
A low whistle was issued from the comlink. "Nice work, Izz. But how in the hell did you learn to fly and fight like that?"
"3 years at CorSec does that to a man." I answered simply.
Matt looked at me. "You were with CorSec?"
"Yeah." I answered.
"So you're a Corellian."
"Of course."
"Kinda ironic, huh?"
"About what – My statements about the black gears or something else?"
"No, that you have no use for odds. I remember that you almost always quoted the odds for us, way back when." Tai said, cutting into Matt's train of thought.
"How about you, Matt? Where are you from? Same for you, Tai."
"We're both from Alderaan." Matt said shortly, not wishing to speak about his homeworld for obvious reasons.
"Then why aren't you with the Rebellion – make the Empire pay for what they did!"
"'Cause the Rebellion ain't gonna win." Tai said.
"Sure they can! With great pilots like us, no Imperial could ever stand up to the Rebellion and live!"
"What about Vader? He even killed Obi-Wan Kenobi, the last of the Jedi!"
"No, not the last. There are two more people out there – that Skywalker kid and me."
"But you aren't a Jedi yet, Izzi, and neither is Skywalker. With Kenobi dead, there's no one to train Skywalker or you- or us!" Tai shouted prematurely.
I got the impression that Matt would have hit Tai.
"So you two are Force-sensitive." I said slyly. "Thought I sensed something in you, Matt."
"Dammit, Tai, could you say it any louder?!"
"Sure – WITH KENO-" Matt flicked off the comlink in rage. After a minute or two he turned it back on. "-R US!"
"Damn it, shut up! You're only making things worse!" Matt shouted.
"What do you mean?" Tai asked.
"No one's supposed to know that we're Force-Sensitive! That's why we haven't told the crew, in case you've forgotten, and that's why we've been training ourselves in private!"
"Oh… Yeah…" Came Tai's slightly subdued tones from the comlink.
Matt glanced at me, an extremely frustrated look on his face. "Yeah, Tai. Maybe you should get out here, so we can show Izzi what we've got?"
I smiled slowly as I caught wind of what Matt had in mind, and looked pointedly at the pirates, then to the now-revealed lightsaber dangling from my belt.
Tai, of course, saw none of this. "Where are you? I'll put in maximum speed on the hyperdrive."
Matt nodded to me, and said, "We're at…" He rattled off a string of numbers, and Tai confirmed it. "Meet you in a little bit." And Matt clicked the comlink off, and looked at me, and at the pirates who were suspiciously eyeing me.
Suddenly, I caught a swift bit of movement from one of the pirates, and my hand shot to my lightsaber as I dived away. I hit the ground with a thud and went skidding, lightsaber up and igniting with a snap-hiss, just in time to knock away a blaster bolt doing it's best to relieve me of my face. Twisting my wrist, I moved the blade into position to deflect another shot, this time, though, it traveled straight back along it's original path.
I watched as it traveled and slammed into a blaster rifle, which quickly overheated and was thrown to the ground. A pirate, who was now obvious for his lack of a rifle, took out a hold out blaster in one hand and a vibro-sword in the other.
I swore and lifted my lightsaber in a classic defense posture, easy to overcome by a trained sabermaster. But, of course, this pirate wasn't exactly a prized Jedi, hold-out blaster or no hold-out blaster.
I hoped.
The pirate lifted his hold-out blaster and two shots sang out of it, and the pirate abruptly cursed and threw it to the ground. Looking between his sword and my lightsaber, then my face and Matt's, he decided to take an offensive with the sword. He probably realized that Matt would submit him to a worse death then anything I could do. Of course, though, I could easily prove him wrong, I didn't do that sort of thing.
So, when he strove at me, I lifted up my lightsaber in a block of his heavy-swung blow, then twirled the pommel of the lightsaber around, knocking the vibro-sword from his hand. I lifted the lightsaber and swung it down through his left wrist which had, at some point, produced a sharp-pointed knife. The man screamed a horrible scream that would haunt me for the rest of my life. His severed hand, still gripping the knife tightly, fell to the floor. No blood seeped from the wound.
When the man looked plea fully at me, I clicked off my lightsaber and slipped it onto my belt. All for nothing as the man swung out with a fat right fist which caught me heavily in the chin, and sent me sprawling to the floor. I shook my head, and started to get up when he sent a leaden foot into my stomach, making me very much want to get sick. I pushed down the bubbling bile, and rose up for the defensive. A quick block and parry to my opponents neck sent him to the floor. I kicked him over to his stomach with my right foot, then leaned over and pinched his neck, sending him into the obliviousness of unconsciousness.
When I turned and looked at Matt, a questioning eyebrow raised, he firmly shook his head no that he didn't know who the hell this guy was – and I got the distinct feeling that he knew everyone working for him.
As I looked at him, I asked, "What the hell was that?"