"I can't believe I'm doing this."
Frequency sighed as he held his head in one paw, the blue-furred, yellow-eyed alien grunting in irritation. He could, and perhaps SHOULD, just leave the Logosian and his Trandoshan friend in there to burn. After all, he was supposed to back Poe and Finn up.
But then again, technically, they were gone now. He hadn't been needed for the fight. And he did owe Kendall.
"…f—k it." He grunted at last as he tapped over his belt, as the green wavelength running through it sparked and buzzed, and in a moment, he'd vanished as the communicator he'd had in his paw dropped to the roof he'd been spying from. In an instant, Frequency was inside of the dark and burning expanse of the bar, roaring flames on either side as he emerged from the nearby karaoke machine, sliding out of it as if he was a jolt of blue lightning! He grabbed hold of Kendall and Grothk, cringing a bit, and then, a moment later…
He was gone once more, back on the roof, sliding out of the communicator and setting the two down as they began to cough and splutter and hack, struggling to get to their feet, to regain their breath as Kendall looked up, seeing Frequency there. "You…you saved me." He whispered, his eyes slowly widening. "I…I don't know how I can ever repay you." He murmured at Frequency.
"Yeah, well…" Frequency picked up his communicator. "You're gonna stay real quiet while I contact the Dyad. Both of you." He insisted with a dark glower. "Okay? Don't say nothin'." He turned to the channel that Darth Raize and Furiosa had told him to use as he let loose several clicks. "Hatchling to Eagle's Nest. Hatchling to Eagle's Nest. The snakes are toast. Repeat, the snakes are toast. Their nest is cinders."
"Oh for f—k's sake. Sweetie, the hetero's making me upsetero again!"
"I'll handle it." A distinct, cute little SMMMK of a kiss echoed out from the communicator and Darth Furiosa spoke up. "Alright, look, Frequency, JUST USE OUR AND YOUR NAMES. This is a private channel, ain't nobody listening in, so just be blunt and tell us if the job's done."
"Finn and Poe evidently didn't have a problem facing them, the bar they were fighting in TOTALLY in flames and I only saw Finn and Poe bailing outta there. The logosian didn't escape outta the front door and there ain't no back door either." Frequency informed them. "So is that all you wanted? Everything cool, dudettes?"
"Yes, everything's "cool", dude." Darth Furiosa remarked. "You and your weird way of speaking. Where you hanging out surfing all your life?"
"I still surf, and I'll have you know I catch MAXIMUM air." Frequency bragged. "And I can catch that WITHOUT a magic space power, dudette."
"Real impressive, I'm sure. Anyway, our business is concluded. Don't tell anyone about it, or I promise you, we will find a way to make you pay harshly. Now, if we wanted to get in contact with you again…"
"I'm gonna be busy for a few months. Takin' a real nice vacation." Frequency said nonchalantly. "I need to just chill, y'know? Lay low and relax. Gonna catch some waves, the whole sun, sand and surf thing." He remarked. "But tell you what. I got a real good friend, I'll give you their number, they'll merc for you for a discount. How's that?"
"Fine, fine." Darth Furiosa sighed as Frequency typed in his friend's contact number, then ended the call, smirking a bit at Kendall and Grothk.
"Now then…I did owe you, but I didn't have to save YOU, brah." He pointed right at the Trandoshan, poking him in his chest with a thick paw digit and giving him a super toothy grin before he folded his arms over his rather smooth chest. "So. Here's the deal. You…" He looked in Kendall's direction. "Y'all gonna come with me to Pokitaru, the Vacation Planet. I want a little help for a job. The place hasn't been so hot since some lunatic decided that the people livin' there were a bit too soft, and a little terrorism would put the fear of God in 'em. He fired into a café and everything and attacked my favorite bar there. MAJOR uncool. The bartender called me in to protect his place and his friends and I owe him for giving me a discount on drinks and stuff for years and years…"
Frequency got out a small datapad from his pocket, handing it to Kendall. "So! You're gonna come with me. I could probably take this guy on my own, but in case things don't go down so well, I want somebody havin' my back." He remarked. "So you do this for me, we cool."
Kendall sighed, shaking his head. "Of course. Fine, fine. I'll do this for you. A Jedi should be helping people in need anyway." He insisted. "But I'll have to contact my Mistress and her husband and let them know what I'll be doing. Otherwise they're going to worry."
"Sure, you can tell them, no prob." Frequency remarked. "Totally cool with that. Just don't tell them EXACTLY where you goin'." He added. "Just in case the Dyad happen to capture your friends. That way they can't tell. Heck, I'm not even gonna tell you what city we're going to. We gotta keep it on the down low. But you should be glad! You're going to Pokitaru! Gonna be a real good time, bro." Frequency chuckled as he patted Kendall on the shoulder, Kendall cringing a bit.
"Yeah, sure…" He muttered. "No offense, but I don't know diddly squat about Pokitaru besides it being a vacation planet. For all I know, they could hate people like me the same way my home planet did."
"Pokitaru's TOTALLY cool, dude." Frequency insisted warmly as Grothk nodded.
"Oh, absolutely, it's a very lovely planet and as long as you've the money for it, they don't care what you are or where you're from at all or what you do." Grothk insisted. "It's been a nice, safe, neutral planet for centuries for a reason. I've always wanted to go myself, but I could never afford it."
"Yeah, well…" Kendall hesitated.
"Dude, it's just a job. Relax." Frequency laughed. "You'll do fine long as you stick by me, even if you can't do jack shit with the Force besides swinging a laser stick well!" He sniggered as he patted Kendall on the back, leading him and Grothk down from the roof. "Maybe you'll find time to hone your skills a bit. Cuz, gotta be honest, you could really use some work, bro. Even Jedi babies can move stuff with their mind!"
"Yeah, you don't need to rub it in…" Kendall muttered.
A few hours later, Kendall was getting on Frequency's ship, and they were taking off for Pokitaru after Kendall had informed Leia and Han where he'd be going. Han had suggested to him that he try a simple training exercise…using the Force to sense where an attack was coming from by using a basic attack drone and covering his eyes. After all, Luke had done it that way! Just have the drone set on its lowest power level and use the Force to sense where its blaster bolts would be coming from.
So far though, this was not doing well. Because Kendall kept…well, "cheating". He kept trying to peer through the headband that Frequency was letting him borrow. He'd wrapped it around his head and over his eyes, but Kendall kept looking "through"…or at least TRYING to…the headband to see where the drone was aiming at. The urge to peek was rising as his frustration rose!
BRRRZT!
"OW!"
He kept getting zapped, too. It was no fun.
"Son of a…" Kendall snapped angrily. "Okay. Let's…try AGAIN!" he grunted, his body beginning to shake with a barely-suppressed rage. He'd been at it for an HOUR and all he had to show for it was a bunch of light laser bruises on his body.
BRRRZZZT!
Annnnnd now there's another one! Kendall angrily took the headband off, snorting, shaking his head back and forth. "Motherf—cking son of a s—t! F—k, f—k, f—k!" Kendall flopped onto a chair nearby as Frequency put the ship on autopilot with a flip of a switch and walked over to the drone, turning its attack pattern off.
"Dude, maybe you're not approaching it right." He offered. "You gotta think up a new way to approach it. You're not gonna do it the way Luke did it, ya gotta try it YOUR way!"
"But I kind of wanna BE like Luke. I mean…it's Luke Skywalker. LUKE. SKYWALKER." Kendall reasoned. "He's the greatest Jedi of all! Everyone loves him! And even he started out barely good at all…" The red-haired Logosian sighed, holding his head in his hands and shaking it back and forth. "What am I supposed to do? I can't sense the Force the way he could." He muttered.
"Look. I got an idea." Frequency offered. "You ever heard of tossing somebody into the deep end to MAKE them learn to swim?" He reasoned. "It doesn't always work, but it can work sometimes. I know it personally, bro." Frequency remarked as he laid a hand on his chest, nodding his head a bit. "Here's what you gotta do. Make it so you CAN'T see. At all. And then you GOTTA rely on the Force cuz you ain't got no choice at all!"
"How am I going to…" Kendall trailed off as the idea really hit him and his eyes bulged wide. "Oh. OH. I…I think I know how I can do that. Frequency, can you, um…get the drone ready?" he asked as Frequency nodded and stood by the hovering drone, turning its attack pattern back on. THWIP. He flipped the switch and the drone buzzed back on just as Kendall reached up to his eyes and Frequency realized what he was up to.
"Oh GROSS, dude! Major uncool!" He moaned as Frequency removed his eyeballs as easily as if he was popping out some pills from a bottle, putting the eyes down on table nearby and rising up. He took in a deep breath, reaching around his belt, finding his lightsaber, making sure it was facing the right way before he turned it on. It hummed happily, as if it was a dog that was shaking its tail, eager to play ball as Kendall took in deep, long breaths.
He'd removed his eyes sometimes mostly to "shock" people, or for a bet or the like. He hadn't done it often, but having a body that meant you had utter control over every single piece of it, even if it was separated from you was quite handy. Sometimes he'd even used it to help in surgery at the free clinic, he'd had the eyeball pop out, using its veins to "walk" around on the inside. It wasn't like the clinic could afford advanced drones to do the spying inside someone's body for them after all.
Now…he was having to rely on not having them in his socket, his empty sockets looking in the direction of the drone as he felt his body shake and quake, but not from fear or nervousness, but…anticipation. It was almost like a…smell invading his nose? A smell coming from…
The right. Aiming down at…his foot?
Yes. Aiming at his foot! And…and now his neck! His right breast! Left flank! Right thigh! Right shoulder!
And as he realized where these "scents" were coming from, he heard the most beautiful sound of all…the sound of a lightsaber hissing as it blocked a laser blast. BRRZZZZ-SSSSTTTTT! Again and again, that lovely sound echoed through the ship as Kendall found his body shaking…with laughter! He was doing it! He was really doing it! He kept blocking the shots again and again…or at least, much more often than he'd been doing before. He still kept getting occasionally shot, but now it was only one in 10, rather than 10 in 10.
"Progress!" He said happily as the finished up a solid hour of training, and focused, as his eyeballs crawled back into his hands. He popped them back on into his sockets, looking quite happy indeed. "Man, maybe if I'd known listening to the Force was so easy, maybe I should just take my eyeballs out every time I go out to fight with a saber…" He reasoned with a shrug as Frequency, meanwhile, had resumed taking the controls.
"We'll be at Pokitaru in ten minutes." He remarked. "Oh, and uh…" He waved a paw in the air. "Don't go, like, pulling your eyes out around me again, dude. Like...major creepy, dude." He grunted. "And this from a guy who's seen LOTTA blood."
"Say, I never asked you…" Kendall sat next to him in the cockpit as he raised a red eyebrow on up, looking intrigued. "How did you do that? Emerge from the karaoke machine and from that communicator?" He wanted to know. "What kind of power was that?"
"It's "wave-riding". I can ride any wave, including electromagnetic waves, radio waves, matter waves, ALL of 'em." He commented.
"How'd you get that power? It's not a Force power, I've never heard of ANY Force gift like that and I've been doing a lot of reading with Leia on all things Force." Kendall asked, still confused, rubbing his chin together.
"I made a deal with the Devil." Frequency said as Kendall chuckled.
"No, really, where'd you get it from?"
"I'm bein' real, man. Serious as a heart attack." Frequency told him, giving him a quiet, dangerous, horrifying look that blazed out from his eyes as fiercely as a brush fire. Kendall felt a shuddering chill sinking into his spine, slowly carving up its way up, up to the back of his neck as his mouth slightly hung open.
Best, perhaps, NOT to ask more, he reasoned.
Meawhile, down at a normal bar, a slightly pockmarked young Pokitaru denizen was speaking to another native, this one with far better hair and who, honestly, looked better dressed than the pockmarked young man.
"No way, Jamro."
"Come on, Luu. I'm not asking you to sell secrets to the Hutts, its just taking some pictures."
"That's "all", huh? You want me to risk blowing my security clearance for you? A huge risk with no guarantee?"
"Come on, you know something shady is going down with Pokitaru Planetary Travel, and you work for them so…" Jamro insisted.
"UGH, honestly Jam, if we hadn't already been dating for two years, I'd think you were jerking me along just to get-"
"FOOLS!"
"LUU, GET DOWN!"
Jamro managed to jerk her down from the booth and table they were sitting at, both of them flopping onto the floor just in time. A good thing too, because a psychopath shooting high-powered laser bullets had torn through the bar, people screaming and yelling, horrifying THUDDA-THUDDA-THUDDA-THUDDA noises ringing through the air as people were shot. Bodies hit the floor, as a person with a mask over the top of his face that showed off his eyes but not anything below his covered-up nose angrily waved his guns about. He was loaded to the brim with weaponry, bandoliers stretched over his muscular chest, snarling furiously.
"ANIMALS! This s—t is what we fought for?! What we DIED for?! Me and Mik didn't get our asses blown off in 'Man so you could waste away your lives like this! Thought I made it clear last time…you're all on notice! Pokitaru's had it! No more wasting the freedoms my people DIED to protect for you! Clean up your f—king act or the Red Death's gonna do it for you!" said the Red Death, the humanoid getting onto his hovercycle and taking off…before launching a missile from his hovercraft.
KRAKKA-THA-SCHOOOOOOM! It struck a nearby store, people screaming, chunks of store and innocent civilians flying everywhere as others flopped onto the ground, waiting for more horrors to be unleashed. Bits of innocent people cascaded down onto them as they screamed or yelled in terror, blood slowly pooling around Red Death's many victims as the bartender, cringing, one hand blown off in the horror, reached for his bar's communicator. Thank goodness IT was still working.
"…hello dude? What's wrong?"
"He…he came back…"
"WHAT?!"
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… "This is gross, man. Just...be glad you can't see this."
Kendall was standing next to Frequency, currently in a disguise. He'd realized quickly that Pokitaru was a very popular vacation spot and this meant, POTENTIALLY, word about a Jedi who looked just like him could find its way back to Nar Shadaa. So…how to disguise himself? Well, he'd had to take his eyeballs out again and had covered up his eyes with the headband as he remained close to Frequency, whilst also having changed his clothing. He had taken his jacket off and his pants off and put on a pair of very baggy extra pants Frequency had which were khaki in color and a slim white undershirt. He'd also used hair dye Frequency had loaned him for when the bounty hunter wanted to change his appearance, now he had distinct white hair. He also used his lower register as much as possible and had spoken little AS possible.
"There's…twenty five dead. Maybe more once the cops finish loading up the body bags." The bartender told Frequency. "The cops here heard there was a Jedi with you and they're backing off. Hard to ignore the lightsaber and…um…lack of eyes…" The rather slim-bodied Rodian remarked as Kendall waved a hand in the air and gestured over at a spot not far away.
"There. Vehicle?"
"This "Red Death" jerk had a vehicle. The cops said they've put out an all points bulletin but the thing's gone. They turned invisible or something, they're just gone." The bartender remarked with a sigh.
Frequency waved a paw in the air, closing his eyes as he approached the spot. "Hmm. I…I'm sensing…infra-red." He remarked. "We can track him." He offered. "Red Death's as good as caught."
Frequency tugged Kendall along as Kendall sighed. He would have found Pokitaru very beautiful, the air was warm and relaxing, and a soft, gentle wind was blowing through his hair. The sand on his feet had been warm to the touch, even the streets felt warm. There were palm trees that softly waved about when the wind picked up, and the skies were a delightful, clear blue without a single cloud in them. Everything about Pokitaru was perfect if you wanted to enjoy a nice, pleasant beach vacation, no doubt about that. Even the wind itself had a delectable, sort of sweet, fruity smell that made you feel at ease, but…
Then the unmistakable stench of the dead had infested Kendall's nostrils. Now he remained close to Frequency, following after him, sometimes grabbing his hand to keep close. But the more he remained without his eyes, the more he kept relying on the Force to guide him. Sometimes he stumbled, bouncing off his feet, flopping face down and landing hard because he'd stepped on a rock or tripped on a curb, but he was getting more and more better at letting the Force flow through him, and "See" for him.
And it was a good thing for them that the piece of shit hadn't taken off very far. Because the unmistakable sound of heavy gunfire tore through the air as Kendall pointed in its direction as he felt something shoot through his body. Not something physical, but like a…punch. A punch in his gut, but inside his very mind or…dare he say it, his soul? Yes…yes, his connection to the Force meant he could feel the connection of others close by, their connection to the Force, to the "Life" that flowed through them all, connecting them to this grand, metaphysical web. And…
And several were slipping away, and quite a few had just been plain cut off from the "Life" Force. Frequency and Kendall raced to the door of where Red Death was, weapons at the ready, Kendall holding up his lightsaber.
"I'm going to…TRY to talk to him." He murmured. "If he won't come in willingly, then you can take whatever shot you want. But Leia told me that a Jedi should always use force as a last resort."
"Yeah, whatever, dude. Don't blow it." Frequency muttered, holding his rifle up, and biting his lip, his fur slightly bristling as Kendall listened to Red Death speaking on the inside.
"All of you! Soft and wet and useless! ALL of you! Mik and I brought your liberty with our lives, and THIS shit is how you repay us?! Wasting your life playing f—king TEN PINS?!" Red Death yelled, an unfortunate wolf-woman hostage forced up to him by one thick arm.
"That's enough." Kendall spoke up as he entered the ten pin bowling arena, lightsaber held up, pointing in Red Death's direction. "Let her go. Now. Or your head parts from your neck."
"Try it and the lady gets a fast lobotomy!" Red Death snarled, pointing his gut at the woman's head, the wolfish alien shaking her head fearfully, eyes bulging out wider than dinner plates. And worse still, he had his head covered up by the weapon…Frequency couldn't just blow his head off to save the woman.
But still…
"Get him." Kendall yelled.
KRAKKA-THOW! He COULD shoot the gun, and Kendall dove forward. He tackled the woman loose from Red Death's grip, the two rolling on the ground as Red Death snarled, launching himself behind a table to hide from Frequency as Frequency aimed in his direction, firing off another shot. Red Death now shot behind the countertop of the nearby snack stand, Frequency cringing. His shots weren't piercing through the countertop the way they had the table, clearly the walls were made of sterner stuff.
"You're outnumbered and outclassed!" Kendall yelled. "Give up!" He said as he rose up, taking in deep, long breaths, focusing in on Red Death, who rose up, hands in the air.
"Go take a long walk off a short pier." He snapped as Frequency raised an eyebrow, the mask-wearing man holding up a fist that held, well, nothing in it! What was he doing? "You got in one hit. You got lucky! If we'd knuckled under when the Mandos did that, people like you would be in the Baskar mines and eating Womp Rat Pies! Instead, you can eat THIS!" He proclaimed as…
As a gun suddenly popped out of thin air in his fist and he fired it off at Frequency! Frequency reeled back, yelling, it had struck the side of his head, tearing off a nasty chunk as he gripped his skull and cringed. "AGH!" He cried out as Kendall wheeled in his direction, eyes wide with shock.
"I used to eat twerps like you on the fields of 'Man for breakfast!" Red Death snorted. "You barely know how to use that thing, I reckon. You don't carry yourself like a pro." He told Kendall as Kendall held up his lightsaber.
"Maybe." He remarked. "I'm a bit new. Can still beat a coward."
Kendall felt a pure, raw, seething rage slide off of Red Death, intermingled with a sense of…deep sorrow? And…and guilt? The waves of this emotion rolled off of him, the Force slamming into Kendall as Red Death snarled, and tossed something on the ground! PSSSSHHHHH!
Gas! Kendall reeled back as Red Death took off, using the gas to shield himself as Kendall raced over to Frequency, moving past the other people who were lying injured or prone or dead on the ground of the bowling alley.
"Damn. He caught us by surprise that time." Kendall murmured to Frequency. "Listen, some of these people are REALLY badly hurt, are you going to be okay while I try and tend to them?"
"You're gonna need your eyes for it." Frequency said with a soft chuckle, reaching into a belt pouch, bringing out the Logosian's eyes. "I'll…ERGH…I'll live. Go help who you can help." He insisted as Kendall took his eyeballs back, taking the headband off and putting them back in their sockets as he raced over to the nearest injured.
"Don't worry." He whispered. "I'm a trained nurse, certified and everything. I can treat this." He offered to the harshly-breathing wookie, who whimpered as Kendall examined the brown-furred young alien's wounds, getting out the proper tools from the belt around his waist. "Now, deep breaths…I'm going to have to stop the blood flow before I can apply a bacta patch…"
"How did he get those weapons?" One of the other people lying on the ground moaned aloud, shaking his head back and forth. "He just…it was like they teleported in outta nowhere…" The trandoshan female moaned, clutching at her badly-wounded arm as Kendall finished working up on the Wookie and raced over to her.
"You say "teleported"? Wait…" Kendall got an idea. Maybe…just maybe…he wasn't creating those weapons from nowhere. Maybe he was teleporting them in from another place. And if he was doing that, there was a way he could stop Red Death after all! But first…Kendall wanted to do a little research. Perhaps Red Death had let something else slip to these people.
"Did he say anything when he first showed up?" He asked the Trandoshan woman as he began to fix up her arm.
"He talked about his brother "Mik"…" She admitted as Kendall raised an eyebrow up.
"So he's his BROTHER…and evidently they fought in a war against the Mandalorians for Pokitaru…" Kendall murmured. "…I think I know how we can get to him, then." He reasoned. "We'll need to check the government's records. Is there a city hall nearby?"
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…The next day, they'd laid out a trap for Red Death and he'd fallen right into it. Kendall had been very publicly treating others injured by Red Death's work while also asking around if anyone had seen him. All of this to draw attention to himself. Now all they had to do was wait for Red Death to show up. And Kendall was making sure to stick to very SPECIFIC areas of the nearby beach in town. Unbeknownst to Red Death, Frequency had taken the time to bury little…devices…in the sand, or near trees, or stalls, all to make sure when the murderer DID show up-
"There he is. Right on schedule." Frequency whispered, hiding on top of a roof, holding a remote, waiting for Red Death to approach Kendall as he looked in Red Death's direction. Red Death had gotten out some seriously-big-looking flamethrowers and was smugly smirking at Kendall.
"I've got you this time! Flamethrowers are a time-tested method against folks like you. Works real well!" He sniggered darkly. "I'm gonna cook you good!"
"No. You won't." Kendall said as the onlookers nearby hid behind trees and in alleyways and behind dumpsters, fearfully looking on. Some of them were biting their lips, others were recording all of this on their communicators, a few glancing at one another as Red Death snorted.
"What makes you say that?" He asked.
"This." Kendall snapped his fingers and in an instant, the air around Red Death seemed to get instantly hotter. He howled, flopping onto the ground, his weapon sparking and sizzling, and before his eyes, it began to melt and rust away.
"How the fuck?!" The humanoid alien yelled, gaping in shock down at his weaponry as it began to dissolve into nothing but rusted metal, sifting through his fingers like sand as he gazed down at his now-near-useless-arsenal.
"Ionized the air. Scrambled your teleportation tech." Kendall spoke bluntly as he shook his head. "No more weapons 'porting in. It's over."
"Oh no it's not!" Red Death snarled as he held up his bandolier he had around his chest, shaking his head back and forth. "Not while I'm still breathing. And I still got my power pack here that operates my weapons transporter. I've primed it, and you can't stop me! It's a dead man's switch! It goes off the minute my hand goes off it, ten miles of land'll just be POOF!" He proclaimed. "Think you can get anybody in this city away in time? HA! You're gonna be dissolved like-"
"That's enough, Byo." A voice rang out, Red Death stiffening up as he looked off in its direction. Frequency was climbing down from the roof, and helping a civilian approach from out of a nearby alleyway. Well…the word "approach" was a bit off. More like "barely hobble". He was horribly, terribly burned. His legs were barely legs at all, having horrible burn marks on them, and his hands…well, WHAT hands? His actual hands were just stubs. He had to use synthetic hands, which were hanging from his sides.
And his face, well…his face was nigh-unrecognizable to anybody as even remotely humanoid. There almost was no face. There was one sunken-in, red, bloody socket for an eye as the man removed the fake eye installed in it, sighing quietly as he gave it to Frequency, speaking again. His pained, harsh, growling, throaty voice rang out through the air as he addressed his brother. "Byo. Stop."
"…Mik…?" Byo murmured as he gaped in shock at his brother, his hands shuddering, the dead man's switch being turned off as he shook his head. "Wh-what're you…"
"The war against Mandalore's over. It's got to stop."
"What about the war for Freedom…?"
"It's finished, Byo. We won, but now we all want to move past that and forget. ALL of us. Let it end already."
"We did some research, dude." Frequency spoke up. "You kept talkin' about Mandalorians and the war and you mentioned a brother. So we went to Pokitaru's city hall and asked for records of veterans who'd been in the war and had got hurt badly. You'd brought up how you got your ass blown off in the war, but you didn't have ANY injuries on you. But we did find a guy named "Mik Duboir"…he'd lost so much of himself AND…he had a brother. A brother who, when we looked at his face, well…"
"We knew it was you. The chin, the eye color, the body, all a match." Kendall added.
"And when we went to check with Mik and he told us his story, he even showed us old videos of the two of you out surfing and playing on the beach a few weeks before the war. But you didn't even really serve. You got assigned to cooking duty, right? That's what Mik said."
"…I was…too scared to be on the front lines after I'd spent a month out there. M-Mik took the post I should have had and…and lost all…all that SKIN..." Byo, the "Red Death" muttered out as he took off his mask, tossing it to the side, he and his brother embracing as Kendall cringed.
"You've been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years. You need real help." Kendall said quietly. "We're going to see you REALLY get it now." He added.
Frequency patted Kendall on the shoulder, biting his lip. "You know…I would have just shot him." He admitted.
"That's not what a Jedi would do though." Kendall muttered.
"You, Luke and Leia are, like, the only Jedi left. Doesn't that mean you guys get to define what a "Jedi" means?" The bounty hunter inquired.
"If I was the last doctor in the galaxy, I couldn't just say "doctor" means "somebody who kills your pets"." Kendall whispered angrily back at him. "The term "doctor" doesn't get to mean something way different just because I'm the only one left. There's principles a doctor has to adhere to, and principles a JEDI has to. Or else, they're not fucking doctors…OR a real Jedi." He insisted. "And I AM…a real Jedi." He said, gripping his lightsaber tightly.
"Yeah…yeah, guess you are." Frequency said with a little smile.
