Part Two- Taris
Isaac
Chapter 10 "The Apartment"
Cinematic
"What are your specialties?", the lady behind the desk asked.
"Shape-shifting and assassination," I replied.
She flew her hair back. It was obvious that she was pretty, but I knew that she was testing me for a weakness.
"I'm Venesaa. What is your name?"
"That, my lady, is classified; as information it will be given to his majesty and his majesty only."
She smiled. "Are you sure?"
I nodded and she frowned. "You may meet Lord Revan."
She replied mechanically. And before I could walk, an assault on Revan had begun…
Real-time
"Time to awaken!" I heard a confident voice. It was Eagle.
Who had "Eagle" for a name? I mean, really?
I rose out of a cot and examined my surroundings. We were in a common two-room apartment with a computer, two cots, a footlocker, and a few other miscellaneous things.
Eagle frowned. "Are you ok, Cleo?"
I smiled and tried to change the topic. I asked, "What happened during the crash?"
Eagle explained to me that our engines blew and broke apart during entry into the Tarisian atmosphere.
"So then we were separated from Carth."
I nodded and absorbed the information. I thought for a moment and said, "Any data on this place?"
He lifted a data-pad and said, "Yes; this is a run down apartment. People stopped renting it, and so he allowed unwanted aliens- mostly Twi'leks and Ithorians- to rent. It is illegal, but I guess he needed a lot of money."
I thanked him for the info and recorded it in my journal.
I finally asked him to agree on continuing the objective at hand. As we stepped outside, I was caught in a nasty shock.
A Sith lieutenant and four combat droids cornered to Duros. "All people and aliens in the complex have been arrested for illegal immigration."
"But dis apartment was checked last week. We did notheng."
The Sith scowled and shot him with a blaster rifle. "That," he ordered, "is how we Sith deal with smart-talkin' aliens! Now, the rest of you, up against the wall, scum!"
Eagle chuckled and mocked, "Now this here is a fine example of what happens when there is a loss of communication." I almost burst out laughing.
The tall, dark-eyed man turned and stared at us. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Hey, those people are hanging out with aliens- they must be republic fugitives, maybe even the survivors of that crash!"
One of the robots turned its head to him. The Sith nodded and yelled, "My minions, attack!"
The robots raised their weapons to reveal heavy ion rifles. They shot at us.
I rolled in a dodge while Eagle unveiled his lightsaber to reflect the shots.
The ripples-in-air were deflected and blasted one of the droids to smithereens. I, however, just barely avoided the same fate by an inch. I pulled my saber out of its pack and slashed another minion into the oblivion.
Instead of reasoning the odds of defeating two warriors with lightsabers, the cruel predator threw a fragmentation grenade at us.
Luckily, with my astounding reflexes, I was able to kick it back at the remaining droids, killing them instantly. Finally, the predator became the prey- and the next course on the menu.
"Spare me! Please! I beg of you-", he pleaded on his knees.
But before we made a single move, he fell to the ground, a knife in his back.
The second Duro stood behind him and said happily, "Sorry for the welcoming committee- by the way, welcome to Taris! Would you like a tour?"
I looked at Eagle. He nodded.