The Winds Shape
Chapter 14: Raindrops Fall
I own not those situations I borrow from Disney Properties, Lucas, Mechalich or Thomas Benjamin DeMayo. This is a dramatization from my mind on a character created from the meld of table gaming and so on. Special thanks to ideas Drew Karpyshyn and Tim Lebbon fermented. Special thanks to Morihei Ushiba who formed Petre with his wisdom. Like any mind construct this is an exercise and my own work building on other ideas from the past.
This is a Zeison Sha story, set in what is known as the Star Wars EU.
Kanata Remote Base Kalat Belt
Coruscant, Imperial Temple
Serenno
2.8 BBA
Ced'Valo and Kae'Lin stepped back looking at their work while Maz supervised.
"Well Jahnny boy, I can honestly say, you look different." Maz said looking over his Pantoran .
"I must be able to get close, in and out, not freaking out from the proximity. That is what Ti'na designed my usual gear to do. It gives me a disconnect." Jahn commented quietly. "I need to be able to function."
"You will be at risk, Serreno is the house of Dooku's domain." Maz reiterated.
"If I am not there, we may gain another enemy that is twice as dangerous." Jahn answered "It is not a question about whether Adrianna will survive, it is a question on what will drive her in the future."
"You certainly have trained hard for this." Maz said "But are you ready?"
"I guess we will find out. Deliver the art I made to Xerweg for me please, that should finish Malcomb's debt. Then get yer tail back to Takodana, you need to reconnect with your main business venture."
Maz turned to Rene "Oversee this subsidiary for me as we discussed." Then she turned back to Jahn "You father is missed by all, but I am glad he helped set all this up."
Jahn nodded as he looked at all his mentors who looked back sternly at him, they had tried to make the boy see reason, not take unnecessary risks. His response was "then nothing positive would change." That ended that disagreement. "Find out about Shanev as well for me." He received a nod from Ced before he turned to the cyborg Shandra "I need that ranger gear you have been working on." He looked at the Togrunta "Ash, keep working on our ships. We need Puffy and the intruders ready for Shanev. Steehn, get the ranger trainees ready." Jahn took a deep breath "Even if I do not return, get Jannma off Shanev, bring her my mirror. Her being their hero be damned she needs to leave that place or…. Just follow the plan, get Ni'ko too if he is willing. Her actions there have the Empire looking in a different route and another path to domination has resolved in the mists."
"What would that be?" Ced asked as Jahn began the walk to his gear.
"Sith spawn super soldiers. They have two projects in the works right Shandra?"
"All I can add is I am glad you disabled that subset of programming lines." She responded "Losing control of one's self is…"
"Such feelings feed the dark side, thus your pain for the past decade was the blueprint. Kadiliman felt so empowered by your feelings. I was lucky Xerweg stole you though his programmers missed the hard codes inserted and had no idea you were an unwilling agent against him."
"I am grateful you could feel that." She said with a grateful look "How did you get it changed?"
"I sent a message to a contact with the source code. They fixed it when we parked you on Folor for a while, sorry for the partial deactivation. I know it nearly broke you which is why I gave your sensors an input, hopefully it made up for the torture at my hands." He finished, leaving the answer open. Shandra merely nodded in a forgiving fashion.
"How did you.."
"I have other contacts my father made. That is where I go for weeks at a time."
With that he suited up in the battle armor Shandra had crafted with Ash off his drawings before heading to the Phoenix Hawk ship they had prepared for him to use for this mission.
He boarded and looked to his side "Starkey, are you ready?" he asked a heavily modified slightly odd shaped protocol droid, one of a pair.
"Sir and the suit Shandra made for you to mimic me is here too. H8TR is modifying it and has set up the contingency mods. I am upset you had us stored and wiped to have our own programming, program us."
"One day in the future you will understand when you see the entire chessboard in all four dimensions." Jahn said before he powered the ship up and lifted off for his mission.
Ral Gorgon finished her Empire day celebration as she most liked, with the prior year's imperial comptroller slowly dying after watching her murder his family slowly and painfully. She used the power the dark side gave her to see the delicious future, her ascending to the throne.
Among the wreckage she saw she must find or make someone into a suitable apprentice, her longtime secret apprentice, her younger half-sister who was right now beloved and the paparazzo's favorite celebrity. Now, she had to make her a survivor, a hero, extremely angry and bitter. Her half-brother, the weak sniveling ass who was Adrianna's twin wished to become Count of Serrano by assassinating his sister. The fool actually sent a coded message asking permission so she chuckled, knowing the waffling she saw in her visions was him possibly changing his mind. Brother attempts to kill sister but brother saves her in the end.
She typed "approved" to his request, smiling, ready to report to the master, her Emperor that she had served for the past two decades.
Jahn stood with eight other "security personnel" having made it through the deadly gauntlet Countess Dooku and her boyfriend Leo Organa had placed before them. He made note that they had both not noticed his presence, which validated his "confusion suit's" design. No Sith spells needed to reduce or remove the way the Force flowed in him, the suit attenuated the flow like a choke. But he did make note it had significantly weakened what he was used to being able to do. He made a mental note to thank the Jensaari his father had contacted way back when for the ideas he had worked with to be made to this battle suit.
He looked at his competition, one in Mandalorian armor was a closed book while the rest had emotions and desires flowing freely.
"Your next test is … well the four who walk out of this arena, or however many do, get the job."
"We have to fight each other?" asked one applicant obviously upset with the proclamation.
"Well that and the gundark and the ackley." Adrianna stated obviously savoring the moment. Jahn kept his sabbac face under his mask on as he readied for this test. "You do have weapons you know. The doors do not open until there are only four left and the two beasts are dead."
