Aria Falkon Chronicles: II: Mando Madness
Mandalore, 40 aby, residence of Mirta Gev.
"Who's there?" Stang, I let it slip. "Show yourself." That Mirta Gev always so demanding. I decided I would humor her and dropped from my place in the rafters.
"Hello!"
"Who are you?" She pointed her blaster square at my head, "And why, no, how did you get in here?"
"Your locks aren't Force proof."
"Jedi." She gripped her blaster even tighter.
"Not quite."
"So you're with him."
"Excuse me?"
"Solo"
"Sorry, I would never align myself with someone as politically corrupt as Palpatine and mentally unstable as Joint Chief of State, Colonel Jacen Solo."
"Palpatine?" she eyed me suspiciously, "You can't be but fourteen, fifteen, sixteen at the oldest. You weren't even alive during the Empire's reign."
"Neither were you."
"You never answered my question, who are you?" she changed the subject.
"I am Aria Falkon."
"Well, Aria, I suggest you leave.'
"In time, of course, but I need to speak with you."
"Fine," she put the blasters down, took off her helmet, and sat down, "talk."
"Now we are both aware of the absolutely horrid things Jacen has done." I paused, "He set fire to the wookiee home world of Kashyyyk…"
"He killed my mother!" Gev slammed her fist onto the table causing a glass to shake and nearly tip. Few are brave enough to be in the same room as an angry Mando woman.
"Precisely."
"Wha?" she looked at me as if I had slapped her across the face.
"This is the matter I need to press; naturally you wish for vengeance against Solo, but he is not yours to finish."
"Why shouldn't I take him out?"
"He isn't yours." I sighed, here we go. "How much do you know about the Living Force.?"
"Depends."
"Well, a balance must be kept."
"Wait wait wait, so you mean there is a CERTAIN person who has to finish him?"
"I do hope so..."
"HOPE SO?!?"
"Well I don't know who that is exactly."
"But you know who it's not?"
"Exactly, The Process of Elimination." I stated.
"Well who's on your list?"
"Uhhh…"
"C'mon you can tell." I could always wipe her memory later.
"Solo's sister, cousin, uncle, and mother."
"Wow, loving family." Mirta seemed to think it over, "They're all Jedi, right?" I nodded, "Well could there be more?" Unlikely, yet…
"I don't think so, unless…"
"What?"
"Those are the possibilities for this decade."
"So this could go on for…oh man." She fell out of her chair.
"Unfortuanately." I closed my eyes, "but not definitely, the future is always in motion." For a moment neither of us spoke.
"Well that doesn't explain you."
"What do you mean?" It was always the females. I remember my failure with Githany. Though techniqely it did end the War.
"As I said earlier, you're just a teenager. How did you get so wise? And don't say Jedi training. Skywalker's son's about your age, I know that much, he doesn't act like this. You know, keeping the Balance. Plus, he's got twenty four seven exposure to the Grand Master himself!"
"Ben's different."
"Ben?" she smirked and I didn't like it. "How long have you known him?"
"Only personally met him once."
"Mhmm." She leaned her chair back on two legs.
"I'm serious!"
"Whatever." She got up and yawned, "I try my best to avoid Jedi and the complications they drag into a situation. I'm going to bed." She turned back to me, "Do you need a place to crash?"
"No," I looked out the window, "but do you mind if I stay a little while until the raim dies down?"
"Whatever." She walked off towards the bedroom.
The Next Morning
1000 hours
Mirta Gev woke to the pounding in her head.
"Whoa!" She must have hit her head pretty hard. Lazily, she walked to the kitchen to fix a cup of caf. She tried to recollect her dream. It was so weird, but it was, in fact, just a dream. Then she saw th small, barely noticeable dent in the cheap durasteel of the dining table. It looked as if someone had slammed a gauntleted hand on the table with all her might. Gev looked at her own hand, opening and closing her fingers, then again at the indentation. Carefully, she put her fist onto it and her entire dream came rushing back.
"ARIA!"