Chapter 4- The Escape

Miak stood up well through interrogation. He gave answers he knew that the interrogators wanted to hear. Like - " I rob banks, that's why I have a gun." Stuff like that. It didn't matter if Miak said he was a murderer, he was getting out of here soon, anyway. Miak's cell wasn't painted. It was gray, the color of the durasteel that bordered it. It had a cot, a not so refreshing 'fresher, and a sink. Every four hours, the guard would bring him something to eat through the narrow doorway. There were three guards, one that had a holstered pistol that brought him the food. The other two had E-11s and they stood guard outside. The tricky thing was, he was not in just any jail. He was being held in a cell onboard a Star Destroyer. His ship was impounded and some punk that flunked out of stormtrooper training was holding his weapons, jetpack, and helmet. " Time to eat," a guard called from the outside hallway. The door whooshed open and immediately Miak lunged for the man's holstered blaster pistol. He got it loosed and immediately pumped two bolts into the guards behind the door. Miak grabbed the E-11s and began firing at the other guards that were feeding the other prisoners. He got a good five of them before the remaining thirteen fired back at him. He shot the lock across the hall and lunged into it, firing in midair. 12 more. Miak thought to himself. " Hi," the cell's occupant said casually, " I guess this is all because of you." " Yeah," Miak said as he tossed the other man an E-11, " We'll talk later, now we have to kill people." Together, the men were almost unbeatable. They took out the remaining fifteen and ran out to replenish their packs, free the prisoners, and give them guns. " Miak Davon, pleasure to meet you. I'm a bounty hunter and I'm in for chasing someone with a gun. You?" " Kian Lavasher, pleasure's all mine, I'm in for bombing an imperial base. I'm part of a resistance." The man could have been mistaken as a clone of Jango Fett. He had the hair, the stubble, and the taut muscles. " Kian, good job," a man with a circular mustache surrounding his mouth and dark hair, " Who's your friend here?" " Miak Davon, you are," Miak asked after answering? " Yaeb Ginn, the leader of the five troublemakers," the man said, " They're all here." " Hi, Briel Moksin," a nice woman of about twenty two introduced herself, " I'm the group hacker/gunner. You can call me Brie." A wookie grunted and barked several times. Yaeb translated, " He said his name is Shallaroo. You can call him Shallac. He's my co-pilot." " Cool," replied Miak, " There's five of us. Shallac, Kian, and me will attack and distract the enemy on the bridge. Brie and Yaeb, you will sneak in and get my ship." " Whoa, Whoa," Brie snapped, " Your ship? The Boomerang is our ship." " Huh, I'm talking about the ship I got on Coruscant with The Lone Wolf." " Oh," Yaeb said sympathetically, " That ship was destroyed in space before you got here. The imps blew it up because some one-eyed guy said it was full of drugs and explosives." " Eckton Yocko," yelled Miak in a rage, " Lock and load people."

Miak slouched against the wall in front of a blast door. " Great, Yaeb and Brie better hurry up or we'll be over here playing rock, flimsiplast, flimsicutters when the imps come." His sarcastic comment brought nervous laughter from the rest of the group. Finally, after five minutes, the door opened. The trio raised their fists in victory as they walked into the bridge. Miak and Kian were dressed as Imperial Storm Troopers and Shallac was not. He didn't even try to disguise himself as a prisoner. He just walked onto the bridge with two E-11's in his large hands and blasting away. Miak and Kian swung off their helmets so they could see better and also blasted away the people at their stations. After the crew was destroyed. Miak called Yaeb on the comm. " Done getting your precious Boomerang out of impound?" " Yes, self-destruct the ship and meet us at the docking bay." Miak, Kian, and Shallac ran as fast as they could to the place where their weapons were being held. Miak was behind a little bit because he stopped to pick some of the officer's pockets. Once they got there, Miak put on his armor and guns; Shallac threw on a large assault rifle, medium bowcaster, and small pistol. Kian threw on a full set of genuine mandalorian armor. " Where'd you get that stuff," Miak asked anxiously. " From my dad," Kian replied, " My dad's brother was Jango Fett and Jango gave my dad a set of armor before he died." " Cool. I only have half of the armor. Nice," Miak commented. From there, Miak typed the self-destruct codes on his datapad. The ship would blow up in five minutes. The crew ran to the docking bay, shooting small parties of stormtroopers as they went by. The ship that stood in docking bay forty-seven was beautiful. It had a prism-like lounge connecting the cockpit to the gun stations and crew quarters. It had three powerful sublight engines and one awesome hyperdrive that could give even the Falcon a run for its money. The gun stations were set up in between each room to give privacy and the gunner a convenient route to get to his/her station. If you cut off the lounge and cockpit, It would look like an old-fashioned boomerang, hence its name. It had top of the line shields, weapons, and sensors. The five escapees ran up the ramp into their stations. Miak took co-pilot because he knew the area and what or who had set them up. Shallac took the belly gun, while Kian and Brie took the two top guns. Yaeb hit the main thrusters and blasted out of there. Miak handed Brie her small Merr-Sonn Power 3 and Yaeb his DH-17 pistol and black lightsaber handle. " You a Jedi or something," Miak asked? " Yes," Yaeb began, " Let me tell you the story. My grandfather, Yaen Ginn, was a Jedi trained by Joln Bailope. My grandfather was about twenty during the Clone Wars. He was one of the few Jedi that survived the many battles and the Jedi purge led by Darth Vader. He watched Luke Skywalker train from a great distance. When Luke was older and searching for the history of the Jedi, my grandfather visited with him and gave him a lot of info about the Jedi of old. I respect Luke and all, but I don't exactly follow what he says. He didn't train me, so he has no real authority over me. Sometimes I'll do missions for him, but that's all. His students call me the Rouge Jedi." " Interesting," Miak complimented, " So can you lif-whoa!" " Yes," Yaeb grinned as he raised Miak from his seat using the Force, " Some people even call me the most powerful Jedi alive. I don't think so, but maybe." Then Miak briefed Yaeb on his tale all the way up to when he got caught. " Me and my crew will help you track this man down. Then, if you want, you can join us. We are part of our own rebellion against the remains of the Empire. We harass them and stuff like that." " O.k. I'll look into it."

Tune in later for more. I think, after this story, I'll write about Yaeb and the rest of the crew. Sorry about not writing for a while. Review. If you want to know what Yaeb;s ship looks like, e-mail me and I'll draw it on paint shop, then send it to you. Cya.