Some say the night is just like the day. Nothing changes when the sun sinks low and midnight rules. Nothing changes when the shadows creep from their daytime hiding places, filling up the world. So some say.
Those people are very wrong.
SPLASH!
The splash of dark water betrayed the young woman as she took off running through the dark forest, her skin the color of deep oak, hair tied into thick dreadlocks that bounced off her back. She was wearing a visor over her face and had light armor on, a breastplate, a few shoulder pads and arm and knee pads, the rest was all a blend of black and grey clothing as she barreled through the woods.
"Get her, get her!"
The stalking pack on her heel was surging. A dozen pulses race, blood boiling with the fervor of the hunt! So many people, all holding up high-powered rifles and pistols or shotgun-style weapons, little torches to light their way emblazoned on their shirt pockets or whatever armor they decided to wear. The men and women assembled kept trying to follow the girl's trail, her special weapon bouncing off her hip a bit as it hung from her belt.
"If she gets any deeper into that swamp…"
"I know, I know, we'll never catch her at this rate!"
"Get back here, Omarosa!"
In the darkness, the young woman's eyes, the teenage girl cringing, terror chilling the very marrow of her bones. A black and shapeless terror that was eager to creep up her spine…
"Stop her! She knows the swamp like the back of her hand!"
"I know, I know, if we lose sight of her now, we might as well just give up!"
"They'll NEVER find me…the swamp's my only friend unless I can get help from outside…" Omarosa muttered as she shook her head back and forth, biting her lip. She had a fairly normal-looking, calm face…or at least, it would have been calm-looking under regular circumstances. She had a small, button nose and several tattoos of deep jet black had been painted across her cheeks as she dove into a space in the swamp, through some trees. She stumbled almost blindly through the dark recesses until she realized-
Uhh…ohhh. She'd ended up at her ship. An incredibly fancy-looking, fine specimen of ship with gleaming paint job, it looked like it would take somebody an entire lifetime to save up the money to buy it. It had been her mother's ship…her and her mother's ship until…that day she'd lost her.
All because of that damn Luke Sky-
Wait. WAIT. She was at her ship.
And her ship was out of fuel. AND she didn't want them finding her ship anyway, breaking in and…
"Frick on a strick with a brick!" Omarosa groaned as she slapped her forehead. "I wasn't thinking about where I was running to, I just took off in a panic…I can't let them find this. Now I need to let them see me again to get them off my back!" She muttered as she raced back the way she'd came, waiting a little while before stepping out from between the trees, and yelling out, in the direction of the mob as they were turning to go to the East…
"Hello, boys!"
"YOU!" One of the men snarled, firing at her. This time she used her weapon, the distinct purple lightsaber blocking the blow, sending the blast away as she grinned before the lightsaber began to spark and hiss. Oh, not again! Her saber needed as many repairs as her ship did, coming to this planet had been nothing but trouble…
Ah ha! Off in the distance was a lake. She barreled at top speed, tapping into the Force to enhance her abilities, shooting forth, flopping into the lake. SPLA-GLOOOSH! Water sprayed everywhere as the mob frowned and snarled and grumbled, looking at the dark depths in front of them.
"Think she drowned herself?"
"No, she's probably swimming off to the other side…and it'd take hours for us to circle round this stupid lake…" He grumbled as he looked across the long, large lake. They waited for a few minutes before finally taking off, grumbling and groaning, deciding to head home. Omarosa swam her way up from the lake, poking up some distance away on the same shore, hiding in the dark reeds.
"Phew…they're leaving. It worked. Now to get back to my ship." She murmured to herself, carefully making her way back the way she'd come, getting onto the ship as her fancy-looking droid…or rather, his head, at least, laid on the nearby table. The droid had a humanoid body, brass in coating, slit, orange, glowing eyes, and a little antennae sticking up from the side of his head. He had a spot at the front middle of his head, a "Mouth" that looked more like an emblem plate, as he clucked.
"Observation: They nearly caught you. You will have to be far more careful."
"Yes, because the droid who was cocky enough to let most of his body get blown apart should be lecturing ME on being careful."
"Commentary: Oh, how you wound me. Not as deeply as I wish I'd wounded them." HK-47 remarked. "Commentary: Oh, to blow their knees off with a tri-light scope with my Aratech sniper rifle, watching them fall to the ground, clutching said knees before their heads are messily departed from their shoulders."
"Hmm. Reminds me of a puzzle. A man says you can cut off his head…"
"Commentary: Oooh, I am loving this already."
"But you can't touch his neck. How do you do it?"
"Conclusion: That IS quite tricky. He's trapped me in a logical quandary. I would not be able to cut off his head without touching his neck. Unless the man is a member of certain species that have heads, but no neck, which are not many. In which case, I have some very special buzzsaws that could accomplish it perfectly well."
"Ah, we always have such fascinating conversations."
"Statement: You are quite lucky I enjoy your company. I prefer only the most intelligent of conversations." HK-47 chuckled.
"Still…" Omarosa sat down on a nearby chair, sighing as she examined her near-worthless-now lightsaber. "I never should have gone to the big city with Momma, but no, no, no, I wanted to see the big city…I kept begging her to let me go with her. If that damn Luke Skywalker hadn't been there when she went to Corsucant…" She snarled and slammed her fist down on the table, eyes blazing. "I'm gonna make him pay, soon as I get off this damn planet. It's been totally useless being here! All this time trying to find the right new crystal for the saber and they tell me they're all gone!"
"Question: Indeed, I wonder who could have bought them all?"
"Yeah, I've never even heard of this damn "Dyad"." Omarosa muttered. "…I thought maybe the Hutts were coming back for us and had bought all them up to set up a trade to lure us into a trap again, like they did with you. I barely got out of there alive last time…still, it got me you…" She added with a smirk. "Bet they never thought they'd be beaten by a GIRL."
"Statement: It is impressive that a fifteen year old girl, Sith or not, could hold off 30 armed Hutt Crime Syndicate guards."
"Well, it helps to have THIS!" She held up her saber and moaned. "How the hell am I gonna fix it, there's nothing on this planet that's good enough…"
Then she noticed something was on the radar on the nearby control console. "Oh!" She gasped, rising up, looking down at the screen. "We've got a new ship coming in!" She murmured. "Close by, at that! I may not be able to fix my saber here, but maybe I can get parts from THAT ship!"
Well, who WAS landing on the planet? None other than Han Solo on the Millennium Falcon as Han Solo sighed, hands on his hips, looking about as Kendall exited the beautiful specimen of ship along with him. The ship was indescribable in is unique design, big, impressive, a "classic" of engineering that you couldn't deny as Kendall's red hair whipped about in the wind.
"This place looks like it forgot to buy new calendars…50 YEARS AGO." Han grunted as he shook his head back and forth. "Lets not stay any longer than we have to. I don't know what Chewie sees in Souana…I guess its super foresty and swampy and that makes him think of home."
"I'm SO honored to be able to come with you here, Mr. Solo." Kendall said with a big grin.
"You saved my wife, kid. I'm happy to letcha come." Han reasoned as he looked over at a figure emerging from the trees, a special crossbow weapon across his back, a distinctly hairy, mammalian figure with a black nose, black eyes, and a distinct voice indeed!
"HRRRAAAHHHH!"
"CHEWIIIIE!" Han said happily, racing over to him. Wookies were huge and tall and it looked like their entire humanoid bodies were made of hair as Han hugged Chewbacca, who hugged him back…then quickly let go. After all, a Wookie Hug could easily break bones! "G-Good to see you too, buddy!" He squeaked out as the wookie let him go, Chewbacca smiling warmly down at him as he looked up at Kendall, who nervously shook his hand.
Kendall hadn't had good experiences with Wookies. Wookies were the most popular worker besides humans on the planet of Nar Shadaa, it was FAR easier to pay them less for more work if you were an unscrupulous crook…and Nar Shadaa had a lot of crooks. So the poor Wookies, imported in from Kashykk, thought they were paying good money for good jobs often ended up doing the worst sort of work they could imagine, for less pay than many other races, almost indentured servitude. The New Republic's rules against such practices, regrettably, didn't apply to places like Nar Shadda, that refused, absolutely, to abide by such "overly crushing regulations". And that had been BEFORE the Dyad, who refused to have anything to do with the Republic, calling them fascists and tyrants and that all their rules were just a boot on people's necks and WE can handle things ourselves, thank you very much!
Now, to be fair, they'd certainly insisted that pay be equal across the board in the laws they'd had passed. But the problem was that this only applied to…well, actual workers. And if you just called the wookies "independent contractors"…
Well, they got less pay but more work…and thus, more injuries. So the free clinic Kendall had worked at had been their first stop for medical attention. And WOOKIES BITE. They bit a lot. They scratched and clawed and yelled. They were awful, awful patients for him and the clinic. Kendall kept trying to gently insist to the wookies that he was helping, they just had to be patient, don't be afraid, but it never, ever seemed to work. FIVE times he'd been tossed out a window by an angry patient who felt that Kendall was just purposefully fucking with him.
Perhaps it was because they'd been hurt so many times before on Nar Shadaa, it just made them trust everyone less, even a nurse like him or a doctor like Dr. Morgan. Trauma made people do a lot of horrible things.
But even SO…
"How's it been?" Han inquired. "How is your home away from home?"
Chewie sighed as he began to speak to Han. Alas, Kendall didn't understand Wookie language very well. He'd tried as best he could to learn it, but he had a very, VERY basic understanding at best. Chewie was speaking to Han, sounding…concerned. Something about somebody who'd come to town with-
Wait. HE DID recognize that word.
Sith. Chewie had said a Sith was there in town. HERE, on the planet! Han looked over at Kendall, seeing his slightly confused face, then back at Chewie as he patted Chewie's shoulder. "Sorry, buddy. My friend Kendall here doesn't speak Wookie. I'll have to translate." He admitted as he turned to Kendall. "A Sith, a young one, named Omarosa showed up. Things haven't been the same since. People shuffle around like zombies, they're always in groups or pairs, and the town isn't just quiet, its damn near comatose because of all the trouble she's caused."
"We should do something, then." Kendall admitted as he nodded his head. "I may not be the best Jedi out there but I'm pretty much the ONLY one around here. And with the three of us, we can take her. Well…I hope." He added with a nervous tilt of his head to the side and a slight smile at Chewie.
Chewie looked at Han and then let out a HAAAHURRRNNGGH.
"Yeah, he's got a good heart, Chewie, he can do it. He'll just need a bit of backup." Han reasoned. "Have you seen her? What's she look like?"
Well, according to Chewie, the Sith hung out around at night, wearing dark-colored light armor, and she had a visor over her eyes. She'd been in town to try and get hold of a surprising find…adegan crystals! Usually, "kyber crystals" were used by Jedi, they tended to be more common, but Adegan crystals were quite useful all the same if you could find certain TYPES. The rarest of all were Pontite, the most highly focused of the crystals, which shown a beautiful shimmering white, and THESE were what had been on sale for a brief period of time in Souana.
A travelling merchant had come to the city and people had been eager to buy them up! But who should come, hearing about the purchase, but the Dyad? They had agents on the lookout for just such a thing and they'd come to the place to snatch those gems up…and killed the sellers, evidently.
"Wait, what?!" Kendall had been horrified as Chewie nodded. It had been a rather surprising thing indeed, but…
"So you like 'em?"
Darth Furiosa and Darth Raize looked the crystals over, very intrigued as they let the crystals catch the glint of the sun. Both of them stood outside on the porch of the little house they were doing business in, the other people who'd assembled to try and buy the crystals grumbling a bit as they glanced around at one another, irritated that they couldn't buy the Pontite gems now.
"Indeed, these look wonderful. Just what we were hoping for." Darth Furiosa remarked as she turned to Raize, who'd taken notice of something the Trandoshan traders had. She frowned as she looked at what hung from their belts, her eyes flashing red.
"…why are…faces…hanging from your belt?"
"Oh, it is something of a ritual." The female Trandoshan said as she patted her trading partner on the back, as he smiled back. "You see, if people attempt to rob us, they pay DEARLY, and we take a trophy." The female trandoshan told Darth Furiosa, neither she nor Raize noticing Chewie was listening in using special binoculars that didn't just let me see far distances but HEAR what was across far distances.
"It's a sure way to keep people from stealing from us if we cut off parts of their body! It's a common law on Trandoshan, in fact." The male admitted. "If you're caught stealing and you're an adult, on the third time you do it, they cut off a limb. Then the next time, they cut it off again and burn the spot so it takes far longer to heal. In fact, if you do it right, the arm sometimes never fully heals. The legend goes that anyone who took on that Wookie, Chewbacca, who got his arms ripped off, NEVER grew back normal EVER!" The male confessed. "Oh, the stories we could tell you about him."
"Yeah, wookies love ripping arms off. Its their thing." The female trandoshan confessed as Darth Raize and Furiosa stared at them, clearly looking rather offended at what the two had said about Wookies.
"You don't think highly of them, do you?"
"Well, they don't think highly of us, to be fair." The male said with a shrug.
That, evidently, was the wrong answer, Darth Furiosa had sliced both of the two across in a diagonal form, their bodies crumbling to the ground as the people assembled yelled and gasped in horror at the sight, Raize groaning. "Holy FUCK!"
"Don't say a word, Rey, I'm not in the mood for it. The heteros were making me upseteros!" She muttered darkly as she put her lightsaber away and stomped off, carrying the crystals they'd gotten with her as Raize sighed deeply, pinching the space between her eyes and then glancing back at the others.
"Well, uh…sorry about the mess?" She shrugged a little and then headed off to join her beloved Sith wife as they headed for their ship, Chewbacca frowning darkly at this display of sudden brutality. He wasn't against being brutal but somehow this had seemed so…petty. He'd mellowed a bit in the past few years since Leia and Han had been married and he'd been trying, really trying, to rein in his temper. He didn't even rip or threaten to rip people's arms off if they beat him in chess games anymore!
When the others had long since left, leaving the dead bodies of the traders behind, Chewie finally walked up to where they'd laid. Those folk had stripped EVERYTHING from them, their bags, their clothing, all gone. Nothing but their bisected flesh remained as Chewie quietly sighed and began to drag them into the woods, to light a little funeral pyre. He wasn't sure why…but as he sat at the fire and watched their bodies slowly burn within the flames, seeing this brought a sense of calm to him. The uneasy, disgusted feeling he'd had in the pit of his stomach faded more and more.
"That was damn decent of you." Kendall offered as Chewie smiled back at him, the three of them now relaxing outside the Millennium Falcon as they sat around a stump, Han pouring everyone some drinks from a little personal silver bottle he kept on his belt, giving one to Kendall. "Uh…"
"Live a little!"
"Um…o-okay…" He nervously remarked, taking the glass offered and pouring it back. GLUG! He let the drink wash down his throat, blinking a bit, and then…
"I…ERGH…n-need to…b-be right back!" He raced off for the woods, coughing and hacking and-
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHK! "Oh fuck me-" HUUUAAAGGGHKKK! "Oh stop oh stop-" PUUUAARRGGGHHHH! "I've nothing left to throw up but my nuts-" OURRRGGGHHHH!
At long, long last, he'd finally steadied himself and took in long, deep, rasping breaths, cringing before he noticed, all of a sudden, somebody was sneaking up on him from behind. He knew he had at most, mere miliseconds to act, so he did the only thing he could think of…and pretended to collapse, unconscious, in his own vomit. PLORSCH-PLOP. Face down, twitching a bit.
"YECCCCHHH. The idiot passed out in his own puke." Omarosa cringed as she shook her head back and forth, lowering the big stick she'd had. "Well, at least I don't have to waste time on him…now for that ship." She turned around, sneaking towards the Millennium Falcon, Kendall waiting patiently. He held his breath, making sure she was VERY far away as he rose up, ignoring the foul stench and the puke he was dribbling with as he followed after her.
She was approaching a back vent of the Millenium Falcon, trying to sneak up inside the ship. And it appeared as though Han and Chewie, currently cheerily chatting it up and trying to out-drink one another, didn't notice her. Good. Kendall waited until she'd snuck on board the ship, and couldn't see HIM, and then quickly barreled over to the two.
"Hey, Ken-"
THRRRSSCHH! Kendall broke the shot glasses they had, smacking it out of their hands, the bottle Han had been pouring with flopping to the side. The two stared in surprise at his dripping, foul-smelling form in confusion and disgust as Kendall put a finger to his lips. "SHHHH! Someone snuck onto the ship!" He whispered. "Through one of the back vents. She's that Sith we were looking for. She's there right now!" He whispered. "You two, go into the ship like you're drunk as skunks. Get her off her guard. I'll sneak in after you." He reasoned.
The two stared at one another, then nodded, hiccupping a bit. They were a BIT drunk indeed, but not so drunk they couldn't figure out what was happening. The two rose up and Han and Chewie made their way towards the Millenium Falcon's ramp, heading inside, and talking loudly.
"So then I said, "Rectum? Damn near KILLED 'em"!"
Chewie pretended to find this immensely funny, laughing uproariously as the two shambled their way onto the ship, Omarosa hiding behind a nearby computer, eyes narrowed as they headed for what was clearly the sleeping quarters in the ship. She waited patiently, holding her breath as Han belched out a "Goodnight, Ch-Chewie, g-gonna take a little nap…" and then a loud FWUMPH rang through the air as he hopped into the bed, Chewie folding up inside his own as she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Phew. Thank goodness. Now to look for something to fix my ship." She remarked as she headed for the bridge of the ship, looking around at the controls. "Hmm…okay, there's going to be something here that'll show where…ah-ha." She pressed a few buttons on the ship's controls as a small green and black diagram of the Millennium Falcon popped up, revealing the ship schematics. "Ah ha, the engine room's there. Okay, now we'll just do a breakdown of the parts and…" She began to type into the controls only to suddenly stiffen at a super foul, nasty smell. Wait, what was-
THA-THWAAAAAAM! Kendall knew full well that a hand-to-hand combat scenario with her probably was a bad idea. But the good news was that there was one part she had on her body that wasn't as heavily armored…her head. And a real strongly-thrown bottle half-full of booze had sufficed just fine for what he wanted. He might not have been a good shot with a gun…but thank goodness he'd been a good shot THIS time.
She crumbled onto the ground as Kendall quickly knelt down by her frame and began to forcibly rip her armor and her belt and weaponry off. No way was he gonna have her having access to any fancy tricks. "Han! Chewie! It worked! Now lets tie her on up!" He cried out.
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… Omarosa awoke with her hands, feet, legs, and arms bound down as she looked about. She frowned darkly, unable to move her hands to do any kind of Force techniques, and Kendall looking down at her, standing closest, his lightsaber held up in the direction of her face, and Han and Chewie, both with weapons trained on her, stood to either side. "Your name?" Kendall demanded of her. "And why were you on the Millennium Falcon?"
"…I'm Darth Omarosa." The orange-eyed teenage girl grunted. She looked to be around 17, a scowl on her features as Kendall really looked her over, without her visor or anything. She had a plain white shirt and khaki pants on underneath all her fancy armor, the tattoos on her face also across her exposed midriff, and she had a rather interesting belly button ring at that. She gave Kendall a dark look, examining him in return, noticing the distinct marking around his neck, the clear and obvious sign of a hangman's noose left over upon it. "…what were you hanged for?"
"Being gay. What're the tattoos for?"
"Being a Sith. It's a proud tradition of the family I come from!" She insisted. "I was adopted into the Omarosa family as the THIRD Omarosa ever. Before that was my mother and my grandmother, also Darth Omarosas!" She bragged.
"Never heard of 'em." Han shrugged.
"You wouldn't, we're from far outside the Outer Rim. You wouldn't believe how difficult it was to get here, let alone set up any kind of home here, especially with the Jedi being around. But eventually, we did it. Mom snuck into the Jedi Temple itself, right under their nose, to steal books from their library that had important knowledge we could use to hide ourselves away and gain power in the Outer Rim, and bit by bit, we began to build our lives anew, bigger and better than before. Even when Grandma Oma died, Momma Rosa and I were doing just fine up until that…that FUCKING Jedi ruined everything!" Omarosa snarled, spitting on the floor as Kendall blinked.
"What? Did the Jedi find out you somehow snuck into their…wait, how did that even HAPPEN?! Why wouldn't the Jedi have guards? And wouldn't they notice important scrolls or the like were missing from their vaults? And wouldn't they be able to sense Sith sneaking in?" Kendall asked, confused.
"You don't know anything about Sith. Neither did that scummy Jedi, Luke Skywalker!" Omarosa snarled. "My mother was on Corsucant to try and sneak some stuff out of the temple remains there that had been left untouched for so long when who should turn up but that…that stupid, smug-faced PRICK!" Her eyes were now brimming with tears as she hissed furiously. "He killed my mom right in front of me! I've been trying to track him down ever since for that! I've sworn to make him pay! Unfortunately, my fucking saber AND my ship broke down and I had to make a landing here on this backwater planet…"
Chewie, Han and Kendall were staring at her, each having a different reaction. Chewie's mouth just hung open, staring in shock at her. Kendall looked dumbly at her, then Han, then Chewie, then back at her, blinking slowly and stupidly. But Han looked positively furious.
"Luke wouldn't do that." He snapped, his eyes glittering. "I KNOW Luke. I've known him for years. He's a great kid, wonderful guy, he's as decent and kind as they come. He wouldn't just kill a Sith for no reason, even if she WAS a Sith."
"I SAW it! I was there!" Omarosa snapped back at him as Kendall flinched at this, looking at Han, biting his lip.
Was it true? He had to admit he basically had been hero-worshipping Leia since she'd been teaching him how to be a Jedi, he was her padawan, after all, and he'd been hearing nothing but wonderful stories about Luke and how HE'D, in turn, helped to teach Leia! And Han had been regaling him with stories about Luke's compassion, his bravery, his kindly, humble exploits…Luke seemed like a perfectly wonderful person. But…still…Omarosa had outright said she'd SEEN it happen and she'd been right there, and she seemed so fervently insistent it DID happen…
Could Leia's love for her brother, Han's for his best friend, be blinding them to the possibility that maybe Luke HAD done this? After all, plenty of people seemed wonderful on the outside but were, inside, much more complicated…or much worse…in real life. How many times had he turned on the news to find out some celebrity he'd thought was a perfectly decent sort was, in reality, a scumbag, or a drunk, or a druggie? Or all three, quite often?
"…we need to find Luke." Kendall reasoned, Han, Chewie and Omarosa looking at him in surprise. "…I…I HAVE to know. I have to know if its true…"
"Great…" Han sighed, running his hands through his hair. "What a pain. Count yourself lucky, girl. Real lucky that THIS Jedi here's deciding to spare you…"
"Well, a real Jedi wouldn't kill an unarmed, helpless opponent…" Kendall reasoned as Omarosa spat on the ground.
"Fuck the Jedi!"
"HRRRNNNH!"
"Chewie wants to know if we can we gag her?"
"No!"
"I'm captain of this ship, so technically, I can give the orders. I'm only interested in going along with this to hear Luke's side of the story." Han reasoned.
"Okay, please don't gag her." Kendall sighed. "Let's just leave her be in this room. Where's Luke now, anyway?"
"Well…" Han thought about it. "Probably at his house on Tattooine with Mara."
"…wait, who?!" Kendall's eyes widened.
"He's married. I'm pretty sure I told you." Han looked at Kendall, raising an eyebrow up. "Remember, I brought up how Mara carried him home after he wore himself down trying to lift the X-Wing up from off the runpad when he'd had too many firewhiskeys that time he and I went out to celebrate the anniversary of the Empire's defeat?"
"You brought her up but you never said…wow, I…I had no idea!" Kendall was astounded as he and Chewie and Han left Omarosa alone, Kendall sitting down in a chair, thinking over what he'd just learned. As the words bounced around in his head, he realized he'd just overlooked something. Something Chewie had heard.
"Holy FUCK!"
"Don't say a word, Rey, I'm not in the mood for it. The heteros were making me upseteros!"
Wait...
Rey.
REY.
Darth Raize's real name was…Rey. Well, now her "Darth" title made a bit more sense. Which meant that Furiosa's name was probably something else. Maybe something with an "F" in it like Franciscka, or "Francine", or "Falla" or the like. Interesting. "Rey". Eh?
Meanwhile, Omarosa was left alone in the room as she grumbled to herself. "I swear, I'm gonna crap down that Jedi scumbag's neck." She muttered darkly, shaking her head back and forth before she realized-
Oh crap!
"Wait, don't take off! Please don't take off! All my stuff! My ship! HK!" She cried out as Kendall sighed and rose up, approaching the doorway and opening up the door again to look in on her. "Please, we GOTTA go to my ship! It was my mom's! It was custom made!"
"Alright, fine, fine…what does it look like?"
"It's a Dual-Reydron Engine, Class-A small frigate fighter-style ship. My assassin droid is on there-"
"Dual-Reh-Okay, I barely know ANYTHING about ships, but that "Reydron" stuff is supposed to be super fancy!" Kendall was astounded, mouth agape. "And an ASSASSIN DROID?! How did you AFFORD all this shit?!"
"Well, when you're a Sith, things just fall into your lap." Omarosa said with a grin. "Because you make other people put them there. Or you'll cut their heads off. My grandma explained that very carefully to the Hutt she took the ship from. They were SUPER mad about that, but they couldn't do a damn thing." She remarked nonchalantly. "What about your parents?"
"I never had a mom. My dad raised me until I was a pre-teen, then he got called off planet to go after some important Jedi ruins and never came back." Kendall sighed. "He did a lot of archeological work, but he always came back. Well…until he didn't. Then, since he couldn't protect me anymore, I moved around a lot. I tried to keep my sexuality hidden because just being gay was essentially a sin on Logos. But word gets around even when mum's the word, so I finally left the planet myself and just made a new life for myself." He told Omarosa. "I arrived on Nar Shadaa with nothing but the clothes on my back and the money in my pocket, hitching a ride. No ship. No fancy armor. No droid. No…nothing." He sighed as he shook his head. "…you are REALLY lucky that Han likes me and MIGHT just be willing to stop by your ship to get your stuff." He sighed. "So where's the coordinates?" He wanted to know.
Omarosa grinned. "Maybe you're not such a Jedi scumbag after all." She reasoned cheerily. "You must be one of the good ones!"
"…I'm flattered."
