Alrighty then! Another post! Thanks reviewers, glad to see ya readers, and
a big welcome to those who have just stumbled upon this! ( I know I'm not
updating this very often, I've been working on my Vader/ Jaina fic.
*author looks up at confused readers
Yeup, Vader/Jaina fic, it involves time travel
*author sees readers suddenly nod in understanding and say "Oh, yeah, of course"
But I'm still gonna keep updating this for sure! We'll be getting into the interesting stuff like training, Nikki and Rogi's history, all that stuff REAl SOON, then duh, duh-duh, dah, THE TRAINING!!!
For now here is.
Chapter 9: First Impressions
She looked to her left. So was Rogi. She nearly jumped out her skin when the pilot spoke.
"When we land, you are to follow me closely and mind your posture. First impressions are critical."
The next second Nikki felt the familiar shift into landing mode, then shortly, a bump as the fighter met ground. Wait a minute, what did he mean, 'first impressions'?
The sideway entrance lifted up. Vader forcefully climbed out. Nikki noticed that he, too, had 'minded his posture.' Rogi was next. He jumped off, eager to get out of the cramped space. Nikki slid sideways through the small space between the pilots seat and the provision area using her hips, then walked down the steps, never looking back.
The whole hangar was filled with white-armored soldiers at stiff stance. Their eerie visors remained unmoved, so Nikki could only imagine their shock at seeing two teenagers accompanying their commander. There were, however, a few unmasked officials standing at each squad. Nikki kept her chin high but stole a few glances at the old mens' faces. The way their beady eyes kept glancing between her and Vader, smirking with amusement... no. Nonsense, that's just... not right, not true.
Vader was already halfway through the black-carpeted aisle before them. She followed.
When she had escaped the scrutinizing gaze of the soldiers she rushed through the gray steel walls to Darth Vader. Before she could ask what was going on, Rogi, who was ahead, spoke with impeccable nonchalance.
"It's a nice place you got here."
Vader seemed to take a slight glance around.
"You have an interesting taste, young one."
Nikki blinked. Rogi felt a wave of utter shock at the... (sense of humor, was it?), but brushed it off.
"What, you don't like your own military station?"
"This one? Not particularly. The technology and recourses are as incompetent as the men employed," Darth Vader almost complained.
Rogi, intrigued by the man behind the mask, prodded further.
"Well, what about the décor? You like that?"
"This is a military base, not an art museum. The décor is hardly an issue," he dismissed.
Just then, an officer of some high rank approached the Sith.
"Milord, Boba Fett has arrived."
Boba Fett!
Sure enough, the bounty hunter stepped ungracefully in front of the officer in his usually blunt fashion. He's NOT going to get away now!
Nikki met Boba with her Kela stature.
"You have a lot of nerve even facing me, Fett."
Kela felt a spout of surprise from him with the Force.
"What are you doing here, Kela?" he grinded.
Trying to change the subject, eh, observed Kela slyly. Nice try.
"What are YOU doing here without my speeder engine? Until I have it in my hands the Pillani tribe will never work for you."
"Have you collected bounties for this girl before?" Vader interrupted.
Boba stole a glance at the 'goddess' that kept the small, intelligent, unusually loyal tribe of spies from his employment.
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Then you shall no longer accept jobs assigned by her. Her rank as dictator of Nancuun has been liquidated."
You didn't need the Force to sense the pleasure Boba felt at those words.
"Understood. I was told you had a bounty for me."
"The Pillani tribe will never listen to you!" rasped Nikki.
Her wide purple eyes and cunning lips glared down Fett.
"Even if you enslaved them, I am their goddess. They worship me, and won't lift a spoon for you! Only I can get them to do your bidding!"
"That is quite enough," growled Vader.
Nikki ignored him. So did Fett.
"Then I shall find another tribe of spies," he calmly retorted.
Kela thrust her head with fiery confidence.
"Find a tribe as gifted as the Pillani? I dare you!"
The proud Kela immediately winced with shock as she felt her throat tighten magically. She stiffened her face, kept her glare on the bounty hunter, refusing to back down.
"If you have forgotten the rules of conduct so soon, Miss Kela, perhaps we should review," threatened the Sith lord, putting a none-too-obvious emphasis on 'review.
When she felt she was going to faint she stepped purposely away from Fett. Vader turned his attention from Nikki to Boba Fett, his black capes flowing suddenly at the foot, and she gulped good oxygen once again. She leaned against the cold wall with Rogi, listening.
"... you may employ any means necessary, so long as she is brought to me alive."
Nikki's ears perked. Female bounties were rare. Who could she be? Didn't matter. She'll find out later.
Boba Fett nodded, then walked towards the direction of the hangar.
"If I ever see that insolent behavior again, you will not have the luxury of being warned."
Startled, Nikki looked up at the leather shaking finger.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't accept apologies, only obedience. For now," he continued, reaching for what looked like a comlink "we shall see to your accommodations."
"Lieutenant," Vader spoke into the small radio.
As a temporary static crackled, Nikki noticed that Rogi had started break dancing in the middle of the hallway. A few stormtroopers had gathered. Rogi caught a sneaky smile from her, and the former dictator kept her eyes on the distracted Sith lord. Luckily, the lt. had come from the opposite hall, so when Vader and him spoke, he didn't see Rogi.
Nikki pushed through a couple of troopers.
*author looks up at confused readers
Yeup, Vader/Jaina fic, it involves time travel
*author sees readers suddenly nod in understanding and say "Oh, yeah, of course"
But I'm still gonna keep updating this for sure! We'll be getting into the interesting stuff like training, Nikki and Rogi's history, all that stuff REAl SOON, then duh, duh-duh, dah, THE TRAINING!!!
For now here is.
Chapter 9: First Impressions
She looked to her left. So was Rogi. She nearly jumped out her skin when the pilot spoke.
"When we land, you are to follow me closely and mind your posture. First impressions are critical."
The next second Nikki felt the familiar shift into landing mode, then shortly, a bump as the fighter met ground. Wait a minute, what did he mean, 'first impressions'?
The sideway entrance lifted up. Vader forcefully climbed out. Nikki noticed that he, too, had 'minded his posture.' Rogi was next. He jumped off, eager to get out of the cramped space. Nikki slid sideways through the small space between the pilots seat and the provision area using her hips, then walked down the steps, never looking back.
The whole hangar was filled with white-armored soldiers at stiff stance. Their eerie visors remained unmoved, so Nikki could only imagine their shock at seeing two teenagers accompanying their commander. There were, however, a few unmasked officials standing at each squad. Nikki kept her chin high but stole a few glances at the old mens' faces. The way their beady eyes kept glancing between her and Vader, smirking with amusement... no. Nonsense, that's just... not right, not true.
Vader was already halfway through the black-carpeted aisle before them. She followed.
When she had escaped the scrutinizing gaze of the soldiers she rushed through the gray steel walls to Darth Vader. Before she could ask what was going on, Rogi, who was ahead, spoke with impeccable nonchalance.
"It's a nice place you got here."
Vader seemed to take a slight glance around.
"You have an interesting taste, young one."
Nikki blinked. Rogi felt a wave of utter shock at the... (sense of humor, was it?), but brushed it off.
"What, you don't like your own military station?"
"This one? Not particularly. The technology and recourses are as incompetent as the men employed," Darth Vader almost complained.
Rogi, intrigued by the man behind the mask, prodded further.
"Well, what about the décor? You like that?"
"This is a military base, not an art museum. The décor is hardly an issue," he dismissed.
Just then, an officer of some high rank approached the Sith.
"Milord, Boba Fett has arrived."
Boba Fett!
Sure enough, the bounty hunter stepped ungracefully in front of the officer in his usually blunt fashion. He's NOT going to get away now!
Nikki met Boba with her Kela stature.
"You have a lot of nerve even facing me, Fett."
Kela felt a spout of surprise from him with the Force.
"What are you doing here, Kela?" he grinded.
Trying to change the subject, eh, observed Kela slyly. Nice try.
"What are YOU doing here without my speeder engine? Until I have it in my hands the Pillani tribe will never work for you."
"Have you collected bounties for this girl before?" Vader interrupted.
Boba stole a glance at the 'goddess' that kept the small, intelligent, unusually loyal tribe of spies from his employment.
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Then you shall no longer accept jobs assigned by her. Her rank as dictator of Nancuun has been liquidated."
You didn't need the Force to sense the pleasure Boba felt at those words.
"Understood. I was told you had a bounty for me."
"The Pillani tribe will never listen to you!" rasped Nikki.
Her wide purple eyes and cunning lips glared down Fett.
"Even if you enslaved them, I am their goddess. They worship me, and won't lift a spoon for you! Only I can get them to do your bidding!"
"That is quite enough," growled Vader.
Nikki ignored him. So did Fett.
"Then I shall find another tribe of spies," he calmly retorted.
Kela thrust her head with fiery confidence.
"Find a tribe as gifted as the Pillani? I dare you!"
The proud Kela immediately winced with shock as she felt her throat tighten magically. She stiffened her face, kept her glare on the bounty hunter, refusing to back down.
"If you have forgotten the rules of conduct so soon, Miss Kela, perhaps we should review," threatened the Sith lord, putting a none-too-obvious emphasis on 'review.
When she felt she was going to faint she stepped purposely away from Fett. Vader turned his attention from Nikki to Boba Fett, his black capes flowing suddenly at the foot, and she gulped good oxygen once again. She leaned against the cold wall with Rogi, listening.
"... you may employ any means necessary, so long as she is brought to me alive."
Nikki's ears perked. Female bounties were rare. Who could she be? Didn't matter. She'll find out later.
Boba Fett nodded, then walked towards the direction of the hangar.
"If I ever see that insolent behavior again, you will not have the luxury of being warned."
Startled, Nikki looked up at the leather shaking finger.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't accept apologies, only obedience. For now," he continued, reaching for what looked like a comlink "we shall see to your accommodations."
"Lieutenant," Vader spoke into the small radio.
As a temporary static crackled, Nikki noticed that Rogi had started break dancing in the middle of the hallway. A few stormtroopers had gathered. Rogi caught a sneaky smile from her, and the former dictator kept her eyes on the distracted Sith lord. Luckily, the lt. had come from the opposite hall, so when Vader and him spoke, he didn't see Rogi.
Nikki pushed through a couple of troopers.