Disclaimer: No, I don't own Star Wars, so excuse me for writing it.
For all you people besides VampireNaomi who want to read a love story, please read somewhere else. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but yes, someone will fall in love, but no, the feeling won't be mutual. But I promise, it'll be funny that way. I may write a love story one day, but Joad probably won't be included. Maybe. Maybe, but not to a Jedi. She hates them too much. Jedi are losers to my mind, and Sith rock. But that's enough of that. You all are probably wondering what's gonna happen if you actually take the time to read my.chit chat. Loserly chit chat.
Chapter 22
Joad Fett sat at the controls of Slave I. This was ecstasy for her. Finally going off on her own after accompanying her father on so many hunts. Finally, all alone in Slave I. A bit too alone, she admitted to herself. Slave I felt dimly empty and unfriendly opposed to all the times when her father had sat in the copilot's chair and watched her fly. But as she had thought before, it was too empty. Hopefully it would not be so for long. Hopefully she would return soon with credits from an employer earned from delivering her merchandise.
You see, though Joad wasn't yet a bounty hunter technically, she thought and acted like one. After her first lone hunt, she would be a bounty hunter, forever, just like her father, and her father's father, though she understood he hadn't always been a bounty hunter. Both her father and her grandfather had lived lives of pain, as most bounty hunters do. She was expecting that and had prepared her mind for death and pain. But they had lived lives of personal pain, and the pain of hatred. She was hoping to avoid that specific pain. She hoped it with all her coldening heart, but then, so do they all.
Joad ignited Slave I and blasted off, not bothering to look back to see if Boba was watching. This was not the parent waving their child off at the bus stop on their first day of school. She knew what he was doing. Training no doubt, preparing his mind for the possibility that she might not return. Then he would get another clone, and start over.
But now was not the time to think about that. After she put Slave I in hyperspace, she pulled up the information of her merchandise. His was a race of small rat-like beings called the skaj, and his name was Skont. Not that the name mattered or anything.
Jania hoped out of the X wing and looked at her surroundings. She heard Jacen scramble out after her. He was an excellent Jedi knight, and a good pilot, but when it came to entering and exiting ships, he was hopeless.
She was dressed in the regular Jedi rode, but every Jedi had subtle bits in her attire that screamed her personality. There was nothing like a uniform to show one's uniqueness. Her boots were longer and had a heel. Her belt was made of black fine leather. Her cloak was not burlap. Just subtle humor.I mean differences.
Jacen looked around. There were two vast storehouses surrounded by trees. Almost perfect surroundings.for the bounty hunter. If there was going to be one anyway. Many times Jedi were called away on false calls and wild goose chases. He hoped this wasn't one. Then again, he also didn't really want a bounty hunter to come. Not that he was scared or anything.
Jania knew why they had been sent here, on this so-called "mission." Uncle Luke had sent them here because he thought it was a false alarm. It was to teach them discipline and patience. Jania could hardly help from rolling her eyes. She shared a looked with her brother, and they headed off to the nearest of the storage houses.
Inside was a bunch of boxes and tables, what else in a storage place? The strange thing was the smell. It was that kind of nasty gross smell that you get when you wash you dog. You just want it out of the room, but it doesn't really make you gag unless you bury your nose into his or her fur, which, as we all know, little kids do often. That smell. They wrinkled their noses as they followed it. Jania and Jacen both figured it was their charge. The rounded a wall of boxes and the scenery seemed to change. The space seemed to stretch on into false darkness; darkness that was just an illusion of distance. Filling this almost empty space were tables dotted with gadgets and models of buildings, scientific beakers and glass bottles, diagrams that often covered two tables pulled together, and minute skeletons of various creatures, downsized but accurate to the tiniest detail. The tables only came up to just above the knee. And they went on forever. And ever. And ever again. Jania had a pretty good idea what was in the other storage house.
And what of the smell? Well, a ways in the maze of tables was a figure that was about 4 feet tall bent over a table and toxic looking smoke was coming from something the creature was bent over. That was the smell.
They wound their way through the tables, looking into the shadows and looking for escape routes. Unfortunately it wasn't like your ordinary hotel room with those maps that say 'you are here' and have the little red line to follow in case of fire. There were no big signs in the distance like beacons of safety reading 'EXIT.' Obviously our little friend didn't seem to think there was any need for a quick escape. Or maybe he was just planning to leap over tables on his way out. Or maybe he just assumed that if there was an explosion, then he wouldn't survive it anyway. Or, there was always the possibility that he was stupid.
He turned around as the approached and squinted at them, rubbing his watering eyes. Or rather, trying to rub because of the big goggles he had on; but his eyes were still watery. He turned off the flame and the yellowish smoke stopped almost immediately, but the smell didn't. His rat face formed a smile and he took of his goggles and set them on the table.
"Hello, hello there. You must be the Jedi protectors that I asked for. Wonderful, wonderful. I was beginning to think that you weren't coming. Wait, no. That was the bounty hunter I was going to say that to. Yes, the bounty hunter. Haven't seen hide nor hair of a bounty hunter, though I'm sure one will come eventually. You'll get your excitement." He let of a high-pitched nervous laugh that echoed creepily around the massive room. Jacen and Jania looked at each other again. Were they protecting a mad being? "But come. Let me show you my house. This place stinks. I will show what I have done to prepare for the bounty hunter. And there will be a bounty hunter. I'm a wanted skaj. He wants me, yes he does, but he won't get my plans. My creations. This way. Come, come." He muttered madly or just stupidly as he led them toward the entrance they had come in. Jania looked back, using the Force to enhance her eyesight. She could see no other exits.
They walked past the exit and through a maze of stacked crates. He came to another door and opened it to let them out. The two Jedi had to duck to walk through. Right in front of them was the wall to the other massive storage room. Skont locked the door behind him and unlocked this one. Though why he locked these ones was a mystery to them because he had a huge open one on the other wall. Maybe he was mad and was simply hallucinating all this. The fact that a being of an undistinguished race had heard something of the importance of an Emperor wannabe and Luke had not was almost unthinkable.
But not quite.
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How'd you like? Yay? Nay? Review and tell me what you think! (Nota Bene: I'm making a sacrifice for you. I SHOULD be doing my homework, the devil's spawn, but I'm typing, just for my pleasure and you enjoyment.)
For all you people besides VampireNaomi who want to read a love story, please read somewhere else. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but yes, someone will fall in love, but no, the feeling won't be mutual. But I promise, it'll be funny that way. I may write a love story one day, but Joad probably won't be included. Maybe. Maybe, but not to a Jedi. She hates them too much. Jedi are losers to my mind, and Sith rock. But that's enough of that. You all are probably wondering what's gonna happen if you actually take the time to read my.chit chat. Loserly chit chat.
Chapter 22
Joad Fett sat at the controls of Slave I. This was ecstasy for her. Finally going off on her own after accompanying her father on so many hunts. Finally, all alone in Slave I. A bit too alone, she admitted to herself. Slave I felt dimly empty and unfriendly opposed to all the times when her father had sat in the copilot's chair and watched her fly. But as she had thought before, it was too empty. Hopefully it would not be so for long. Hopefully she would return soon with credits from an employer earned from delivering her merchandise.
You see, though Joad wasn't yet a bounty hunter technically, she thought and acted like one. After her first lone hunt, she would be a bounty hunter, forever, just like her father, and her father's father, though she understood he hadn't always been a bounty hunter. Both her father and her grandfather had lived lives of pain, as most bounty hunters do. She was expecting that and had prepared her mind for death and pain. But they had lived lives of personal pain, and the pain of hatred. She was hoping to avoid that specific pain. She hoped it with all her coldening heart, but then, so do they all.
Joad ignited Slave I and blasted off, not bothering to look back to see if Boba was watching. This was not the parent waving their child off at the bus stop on their first day of school. She knew what he was doing. Training no doubt, preparing his mind for the possibility that she might not return. Then he would get another clone, and start over.
But now was not the time to think about that. After she put Slave I in hyperspace, she pulled up the information of her merchandise. His was a race of small rat-like beings called the skaj, and his name was Skont. Not that the name mattered or anything.
Jania hoped out of the X wing and looked at her surroundings. She heard Jacen scramble out after her. He was an excellent Jedi knight, and a good pilot, but when it came to entering and exiting ships, he was hopeless.
She was dressed in the regular Jedi rode, but every Jedi had subtle bits in her attire that screamed her personality. There was nothing like a uniform to show one's uniqueness. Her boots were longer and had a heel. Her belt was made of black fine leather. Her cloak was not burlap. Just subtle humor.I mean differences.
Jacen looked around. There were two vast storehouses surrounded by trees. Almost perfect surroundings.for the bounty hunter. If there was going to be one anyway. Many times Jedi were called away on false calls and wild goose chases. He hoped this wasn't one. Then again, he also didn't really want a bounty hunter to come. Not that he was scared or anything.
Jania knew why they had been sent here, on this so-called "mission." Uncle Luke had sent them here because he thought it was a false alarm. It was to teach them discipline and patience. Jania could hardly help from rolling her eyes. She shared a looked with her brother, and they headed off to the nearest of the storage houses.
Inside was a bunch of boxes and tables, what else in a storage place? The strange thing was the smell. It was that kind of nasty gross smell that you get when you wash you dog. You just want it out of the room, but it doesn't really make you gag unless you bury your nose into his or her fur, which, as we all know, little kids do often. That smell. They wrinkled their noses as they followed it. Jania and Jacen both figured it was their charge. The rounded a wall of boxes and the scenery seemed to change. The space seemed to stretch on into false darkness; darkness that was just an illusion of distance. Filling this almost empty space were tables dotted with gadgets and models of buildings, scientific beakers and glass bottles, diagrams that often covered two tables pulled together, and minute skeletons of various creatures, downsized but accurate to the tiniest detail. The tables only came up to just above the knee. And they went on forever. And ever. And ever again. Jania had a pretty good idea what was in the other storage house.
And what of the smell? Well, a ways in the maze of tables was a figure that was about 4 feet tall bent over a table and toxic looking smoke was coming from something the creature was bent over. That was the smell.
They wound their way through the tables, looking into the shadows and looking for escape routes. Unfortunately it wasn't like your ordinary hotel room with those maps that say 'you are here' and have the little red line to follow in case of fire. There were no big signs in the distance like beacons of safety reading 'EXIT.' Obviously our little friend didn't seem to think there was any need for a quick escape. Or maybe he was just planning to leap over tables on his way out. Or maybe he just assumed that if there was an explosion, then he wouldn't survive it anyway. Or, there was always the possibility that he was stupid.
He turned around as the approached and squinted at them, rubbing his watering eyes. Or rather, trying to rub because of the big goggles he had on; but his eyes were still watery. He turned off the flame and the yellowish smoke stopped almost immediately, but the smell didn't. His rat face formed a smile and he took of his goggles and set them on the table.
"Hello, hello there. You must be the Jedi protectors that I asked for. Wonderful, wonderful. I was beginning to think that you weren't coming. Wait, no. That was the bounty hunter I was going to say that to. Yes, the bounty hunter. Haven't seen hide nor hair of a bounty hunter, though I'm sure one will come eventually. You'll get your excitement." He let of a high-pitched nervous laugh that echoed creepily around the massive room. Jacen and Jania looked at each other again. Were they protecting a mad being? "But come. Let me show you my house. This place stinks. I will show what I have done to prepare for the bounty hunter. And there will be a bounty hunter. I'm a wanted skaj. He wants me, yes he does, but he won't get my plans. My creations. This way. Come, come." He muttered madly or just stupidly as he led them toward the entrance they had come in. Jania looked back, using the Force to enhance her eyesight. She could see no other exits.
They walked past the exit and through a maze of stacked crates. He came to another door and opened it to let them out. The two Jedi had to duck to walk through. Right in front of them was the wall to the other massive storage room. Skont locked the door behind him and unlocked this one. Though why he locked these ones was a mystery to them because he had a huge open one on the other wall. Maybe he was mad and was simply hallucinating all this. The fact that a being of an undistinguished race had heard something of the importance of an Emperor wannabe and Luke had not was almost unthinkable.
But not quite.
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How'd you like? Yay? Nay? Review and tell me what you think! (Nota Bene: I'm making a sacrifice for you. I SHOULD be doing my homework, the devil's spawn, but I'm typing, just for my pleasure and you enjoyment.)