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I humbly beg your pardon. An author is nothing without readers and I have been lacking in my updates. Well, it's not ALL my fault. It was either my computer or my account on Fanfiction that was screwing me up. Either way, it was my fault that I could not get it in sooner. Thanks for the reviews to the last of my reviewers. Especially VampireNoami! Man, I love reading your reviews and I'm so glad that I have such an enthusiastic reviewer! And thanks as well to Sith Sora Jade, Infamous One, Illidan, Grand Admiral Gin, Lady Tauntaun, and Lightbulby. I'm glade you guys have reviewed. And thanks to all those readers who haven't reviewed!
One last thing. I'm starting another story soon. It's about Joad. It's weird. It's called Ye Gods. When it comes up, I'll tell you. Please read and see it you like it. If enough people do, I'll continue it. If not, I might continue it anyway. Thanks!
Chapter 23
Joad Fett was completely sill as she watched the merchandise and the two Jedi move from one storage house to the other by way of a small door. Only when they were out of sight did she dare move. Jedi! Her first lone hunt, the one that will determine her readiness, and Jedi show up. Zarking Jedi. The only problem was that they were doing exactly what they thought was right, and so they wouldn't stop as long as they were alive. They just thought they could get other people to stop doing what the other people think is right.
One Jedi, the girl, looked around as the merchandise unlocked the door. The other kicked at the ground. Amateurs. Joad paused. Why had she thought that? Wasn't she herself an amateur?
They disappeared inside, the girl going in first. Joad looked at the boy in curiosity. You must remember she grew up surrounded by none except her father and the Kaminoeans. She could not remember seeing a human boy before, especially not one that looked her age. Both he and the girl seemed strangely familiar. But that was impossible.
The girl came back out and the three entered the storehouse. And Joad's mind slipped back into the hunting state and the strange curiosity forgotten. She would kill him without so much as blinking if he got in the way. He would kill her too, but who knew if he would blink. Jedi seemed to only mind killing the innocent, but not those who were just doing what they were born to do. Not those who thought what they were doing was right, as Joad thought now. She had no qualms about bounty hunting. It was merely a profession.
It was night by the time Joad decided to make her move. She had moved towards the other storage house through the dense undergrowth, carefully stalking, making little more than a sound and carefully not disturbing any woodland wildlife. This was the one that her merchandise lived in. The Jedi were both out of it, and he was in. There was only one exit, but the walls were not strong material, and an exit could easily be made. Slave I was above her, orbiting at the speed of the planet. All she needed to say was one word and it would blast down to her through the atmosphere and hover above this sight, doors open, higher than even a Jedi could leap. But not too high for her to get to with her jet pack while carrying her merchandise.
She prepared her mind. She could not fail this once. Once failed, it would become harder and harder to get the merchandise, then it would be out right impossible, as more and more Jedi took interest in the little bugger.
The two Jedi were getting their things from their old X-Wing. Nether was sparing a glance toward the storehouses. The planet's dull moon was up, but it hardly reflected any light. Joad stole along the wall, a black shadow bringing death with her, and went into the massive building.
There was a maze of stacked crates to get through before the bulk of the building. The floor was mostly covered in straw except for a portion of it cleared away. Joad had her blaster out, fitted with a high-tech silencer that would reduce the scream of a shot to the sound of a bubble popping. Joad had tested it herself.
And there he was. Her first target. He was staring at her, covered in shadow as she was. He rat features screwed up in a battle of fear against calm. He was small, but not thin.
Suddenly and without warning he sprung at her, teeth barred, screaming an ear-slitting screech. Joad was caught off guard, but her body moved before her mind could and she ducked away from him. As she stood up, she pulled off a shot but it was hasty and knocked a crate to the ground. Her merchandise crouched on the ground panting. Joad heard the sound of boots running toward them and slipped into the darkness before she could take him. She watched as the two Jedi burst from the boxes, lightsabers blazing.
"What happened?" demanded the girl.
"The bounty hunter! She has come for me! I attacked her though, and she fled!" He jumped up and down in his triumph. Joad used his talking as a cover for her to flick her switch from stun to disintegrate. The Jedi were both on high alert, eyes moving, probably Force enhanced, the buzz of the lightsabers covering up any sound that Joad would make.
Joad shifted into a crouch. She started firing as the girl was assuring the merchandise that there was nobody here. She seemed to want him calm and so she was deactivating her lightsaber as Joad blasted off. Using her jet pack she rocketed up towards the ceiling, kept on moving and firing. They had to protect their charge, and they moved in front of the creature. The girl left the other two behind and flipped up on to a stack of crates, leaping off that toward Joad. The heat of the lightsaber penetrated her helmet as Joad changed direction with a quick swivel of her hips, narrowly avoiding a quick death. Joad used this to her advantage, going into a spiraling dive, stopping her firing. Using her helmet's night vision, she found a soft looking landing point. She switched off her jet packs and caught her fall in a smooth roll. The silence in the place was deafening.
The Jedi girl also landed with ease. She deactivated her light saber, no doubt hoping to be hid by the darkness as Joad was. Joad would have picked her out instantly even if she hadn't been watching where the girl would land. Joad ran toward her immediately, unsheathing two vibroblades and her arm razors. The girl spotted her, but too late. The vibroblades sliced through the handle of her lightsaber and Joad's body bowled both of them over. Joad righted herself and kicked the girl in the face, and was suddenly thrown back by an invisible wall. Crates flew at her from every direction. She struggled to say on her feet. "Never fall, because once you do, it's over." She pulled out her blaster and blasted two crates from the air. The girl staggered to her feet, eyes blazing.
"Jania!" called the Jedi boy who was doing the crate throwing. He beckoned her, and Joad saw her merchandise try to sneak away. She would be having none of that. She used the struggling and furious Jedi as a ramp, placing her foot on the young woman's back and launching herself into the air. Once up, her jet pack activated and she fired something she had specifically brought along for the job: a weighted net. It hissed menacingly through the air and wrapped itself tightly around her merchandise, knocking it to the ground.
Then suddenly a wall of Force slammed into her. She rushed toward the storage house wall, then was through it into the night. Pain laced up her side. But still the wall pushed her on. Joad struggled against it, willing her jet pack to obey her, to get her out of this trap. Branches, many not as small as she would have like, slapped her sides. She rushed backward through the forest, her jet packs whining in protest. Birds shrieked as she passed them. Still, it did not relent. It began to weaken and finally it stopped, dropping a whipped Joad on the ground, her jet pack shorted out, one mile from where she first started. Slowly she pulled herself to her feet. The hot and cruel flames of pain scorched her body and she let a solitary moan escape her. But the real pain was inside her.
She had failed.
I humbly beg your pardon. An author is nothing without readers and I have been lacking in my updates. Well, it's not ALL my fault. It was either my computer or my account on Fanfiction that was screwing me up. Either way, it was my fault that I could not get it in sooner. Thanks for the reviews to the last of my reviewers. Especially VampireNoami! Man, I love reading your reviews and I'm so glad that I have such an enthusiastic reviewer! And thanks as well to Sith Sora Jade, Infamous One, Illidan, Grand Admiral Gin, Lady Tauntaun, and Lightbulby. I'm glade you guys have reviewed. And thanks to all those readers who haven't reviewed!
One last thing. I'm starting another story soon. It's about Joad. It's weird. It's called Ye Gods. When it comes up, I'll tell you. Please read and see it you like it. If enough people do, I'll continue it. If not, I might continue it anyway. Thanks!
Chapter 23
Joad Fett was completely sill as she watched the merchandise and the two Jedi move from one storage house to the other by way of a small door. Only when they were out of sight did she dare move. Jedi! Her first lone hunt, the one that will determine her readiness, and Jedi show up. Zarking Jedi. The only problem was that they were doing exactly what they thought was right, and so they wouldn't stop as long as they were alive. They just thought they could get other people to stop doing what the other people think is right.
One Jedi, the girl, looked around as the merchandise unlocked the door. The other kicked at the ground. Amateurs. Joad paused. Why had she thought that? Wasn't she herself an amateur?
They disappeared inside, the girl going in first. Joad looked at the boy in curiosity. You must remember she grew up surrounded by none except her father and the Kaminoeans. She could not remember seeing a human boy before, especially not one that looked her age. Both he and the girl seemed strangely familiar. But that was impossible.
The girl came back out and the three entered the storehouse. And Joad's mind slipped back into the hunting state and the strange curiosity forgotten. She would kill him without so much as blinking if he got in the way. He would kill her too, but who knew if he would blink. Jedi seemed to only mind killing the innocent, but not those who were just doing what they were born to do. Not those who thought what they were doing was right, as Joad thought now. She had no qualms about bounty hunting. It was merely a profession.
It was night by the time Joad decided to make her move. She had moved towards the other storage house through the dense undergrowth, carefully stalking, making little more than a sound and carefully not disturbing any woodland wildlife. This was the one that her merchandise lived in. The Jedi were both out of it, and he was in. There was only one exit, but the walls were not strong material, and an exit could easily be made. Slave I was above her, orbiting at the speed of the planet. All she needed to say was one word and it would blast down to her through the atmosphere and hover above this sight, doors open, higher than even a Jedi could leap. But not too high for her to get to with her jet pack while carrying her merchandise.
She prepared her mind. She could not fail this once. Once failed, it would become harder and harder to get the merchandise, then it would be out right impossible, as more and more Jedi took interest in the little bugger.
The two Jedi were getting their things from their old X-Wing. Nether was sparing a glance toward the storehouses. The planet's dull moon was up, but it hardly reflected any light. Joad stole along the wall, a black shadow bringing death with her, and went into the massive building.
There was a maze of stacked crates to get through before the bulk of the building. The floor was mostly covered in straw except for a portion of it cleared away. Joad had her blaster out, fitted with a high-tech silencer that would reduce the scream of a shot to the sound of a bubble popping. Joad had tested it herself.
And there he was. Her first target. He was staring at her, covered in shadow as she was. He rat features screwed up in a battle of fear against calm. He was small, but not thin.
Suddenly and without warning he sprung at her, teeth barred, screaming an ear-slitting screech. Joad was caught off guard, but her body moved before her mind could and she ducked away from him. As she stood up, she pulled off a shot but it was hasty and knocked a crate to the ground. Her merchandise crouched on the ground panting. Joad heard the sound of boots running toward them and slipped into the darkness before she could take him. She watched as the two Jedi burst from the boxes, lightsabers blazing.
"What happened?" demanded the girl.
"The bounty hunter! She has come for me! I attacked her though, and she fled!" He jumped up and down in his triumph. Joad used his talking as a cover for her to flick her switch from stun to disintegrate. The Jedi were both on high alert, eyes moving, probably Force enhanced, the buzz of the lightsabers covering up any sound that Joad would make.
Joad shifted into a crouch. She started firing as the girl was assuring the merchandise that there was nobody here. She seemed to want him calm and so she was deactivating her lightsaber as Joad blasted off. Using her jet pack she rocketed up towards the ceiling, kept on moving and firing. They had to protect their charge, and they moved in front of the creature. The girl left the other two behind and flipped up on to a stack of crates, leaping off that toward Joad. The heat of the lightsaber penetrated her helmet as Joad changed direction with a quick swivel of her hips, narrowly avoiding a quick death. Joad used this to her advantage, going into a spiraling dive, stopping her firing. Using her helmet's night vision, she found a soft looking landing point. She switched off her jet packs and caught her fall in a smooth roll. The silence in the place was deafening.
The Jedi girl also landed with ease. She deactivated her light saber, no doubt hoping to be hid by the darkness as Joad was. Joad would have picked her out instantly even if she hadn't been watching where the girl would land. Joad ran toward her immediately, unsheathing two vibroblades and her arm razors. The girl spotted her, but too late. The vibroblades sliced through the handle of her lightsaber and Joad's body bowled both of them over. Joad righted herself and kicked the girl in the face, and was suddenly thrown back by an invisible wall. Crates flew at her from every direction. She struggled to say on her feet. "Never fall, because once you do, it's over." She pulled out her blaster and blasted two crates from the air. The girl staggered to her feet, eyes blazing.
"Jania!" called the Jedi boy who was doing the crate throwing. He beckoned her, and Joad saw her merchandise try to sneak away. She would be having none of that. She used the struggling and furious Jedi as a ramp, placing her foot on the young woman's back and launching herself into the air. Once up, her jet pack activated and she fired something she had specifically brought along for the job: a weighted net. It hissed menacingly through the air and wrapped itself tightly around her merchandise, knocking it to the ground.
Then suddenly a wall of Force slammed into her. She rushed toward the storage house wall, then was through it into the night. Pain laced up her side. But still the wall pushed her on. Joad struggled against it, willing her jet pack to obey her, to get her out of this trap. Branches, many not as small as she would have like, slapped her sides. She rushed backward through the forest, her jet packs whining in protest. Birds shrieked as she passed them. Still, it did not relent. It began to weaken and finally it stopped, dropping a whipped Joad on the ground, her jet pack shorted out, one mile from where she first started. Slowly she pulled herself to her feet. The hot and cruel flames of pain scorched her body and she let a solitary moan escape her. But the real pain was inside her.
She had failed.