Echo: *tries announcer voice and ends up coughing on stage* Anyways, welcome back folks! Yes, you guessed it, another episode of "Arthur's Tragic Love Life", the #1 self-deprecating romance story on this website.
Arthur: E tu Echo?
Resist: Why not?
Smoke: Sorry kid, but it is kind of funny.
Echo: *evil glare* Not as funny as his Jedi career. *blows kiss at Arthur*
Green: Ouch, you went there.
Echo: Yes, yes I did.
Resist: While we all take blows at Arthur, please enjoy this next chapter. Remember we don't own Star Wars *clears throat for announcer voice* As our dynamic duo (no pun intended, we don't own Batman and Robin either) continues their journey (pun intended) to capture the criminal, Spar and his Mandalorian followers, they arrive at a bar digging for information….
Arthur took a seat at the bar, closely followed by Meela, and ordered a drink to blend in. As he sipped on his drink, he scanned the place looking for answers. The Togruta sat a couple seats down from her partner, trying to look a little suspicious as possible. Ordering a common drink, Meela glanced about the bar casually, inspecting the crowd. There were people of all species and genders in the bar, no Mandos in sight. Deciding that speaking to Arthur directly is a bad idea, Meela tapped into the Force.
Don't see anyone fitting the description of Jhia Pac. Arthur looked her way and nodded his head in agreement, wearing a slightly saddened face, until he heard the doors to the bar open. Looking back he found what he was looking for. A Mando woman fitting the description was standing at the entrance, but Arthur quickly looked away after seeing the man behind her. "Oh crap" he quickly said, putting his hand over his face.
What? Meela asked, not wanting to look at him. But she did notice the two Mandalorians approaching their direction. Oh, osik. The slender woman was dressed in a jet black body glove, decked out with light blue armor splattered with gray and black paint. The forks of her T visor sloped into three points and looked rather cold and cat-like. A pair of pistols swaying from a belt loosely hanging on her hips did not help tone down the intimidation radiating off her. Jhia Pac.
That's not what I'm worried about. said Arthur. The man behind her, stood about a foot and a half over her. He took off his helmet and tucked in in between his arm and his left side, while resting his right arm on top of the Jhia Pac's shoulder, showing that they knew each other. However, the woman shoved his arm off of her and took a seat nearby, while the man caught sight of Arthur. "Arthur?! Arthur Perry?!" he shouted making his way over, till he caught sight of Meela.
The man took a seat, but he sat in the only seat that separated Arthur and Meela. "Arthur, what are you doing sitting this close to this beautiful creature? She isn't even in your league" he said, not even looking at Arthur, as he set his helmet down and ordered a drink for him and Meela. Arthur was visibly starting to get frustrated, but he hid it sort of, "This 'creature' happens to be a Togruta, but I doubt you can even spell it" Arthur mumbled, though the man and Meela both heard it.
Jhia sat down on the opposite side of Meela and sighed. "Whiskey?" asked the Mandalorian woman, her question directed towards the Togruta without looking at her. Her response was the raising of her glass. "Looks like you and will both need it," Pac said dryly, waving over the bartender to get a shot.
"So what's a gorgeous creature," but the man stopped and looked at Arthur, who narrowed his eyes even further, "urrr T-T-Togruta doing out here alone" he said, moving closer to her. Arthur was about to fume, but tried to control himself, "She's not alone. Bartender, give me a shot of the heavy stuff!" he said, hoping to calm himself. His drink then slid down the table and ended up in his hand.
Meela sighed in annoyance and spoke to Pac without looking at her. "Does this happen often?" she asked. Jhia chuckled, "Almost everyday. You?" The Togruta nodded and downed another shot, "Uh-huh." The women rolled their eyes and stared off into space as the "duel" next to them commenced.
"I'm sorry where are my manners?" the man next to Meela said, "They never existed" chimed in Arthur, getting a quick glare before the man turned his attention to Meela, "My name is Orus Beskar" he said, putting his arm around her, and downing his drink and whistling to the bartender to refill his drink. Arthur about fell out of seat at Orus touching his girlfriend. "Orus here is an old 'acquaintance' of mine" Arthur said, answering the obvious next question from Meela.
"Sorry, Orus," Meela said calmly, "I'm gonna need a few more shots before I consider talking to you." But she made no move to get Beskar's arm off her, instead remaining still. "Ouch, nice one," Jhia said approvingly. "Thank you," came the younger woman's monotone reply.
"Awww, is the Miss already spoken for?" Orus asked, light heartedly, not really caring if she was or not, "I'll change your mind if you are" he said with confidence. Arthur was about to say something but decided against it and just put his drink to his mouth, not wanting to cause a scene. Meela didn't want to give something for Orus to pick Arthur on about, so she chuckled. "No, but your partner here is pretty tempting," she said sarcastically, "Don't know what trashcan she pulled you from."
Arthur glared at Meela, I can take him, he told her, You didn't have to do that, he said to her through their bond. "He's too big to fit it any trashcan" Arthur bursted out, "More like a dumpster at least" he chuckled into his glass.
Orus, wasn't phased by Meela's sarcastic remark and continued his advance, "You are funny, I like that" he said, causing Arthur to growl into his drink. Pac smirked, "Got any more comebacks?" She downed a shot and winced from the burning fire in her throat, "You're doing great so far, but he can go on for hours, trust me." Arthur was ready to jump out of his seat and smash his drink off the side of the oafs head, but to calm himself he pulled out his necklace with his mother's ring. Orus noticed it, "Who gave you that? Your mommy? No self respecting woman would waste their time with you" he said.
"Surprised your friend here stays with you," Meela said in response to that. On the inside, her blood was boiling, but she had a great control over her emotions and channeled them elsewhere. "Tolerate," Jhia corrected her. Her piercing blue eyes reflected off of her glass as she waited for another round.
Arthur was ready to rip Orus' throat out after his last comment. He gripped the necklace tighter, trying to suppress his anger and hate for the man next to him. Just then Orus, put his hand on Arthur's shoulder, "Arthur and I used to do jobs together, but he outgrew me" said Orus, before turning his undivided attention back to Meela. "It doesn't take much to outgrow you. A two year old outgrows you" said Arthur. Orus then quickly spun around and ripped the necklace from around Arthur's neck and held it out in front of him inspecting it, "Coming from a man who wears a necklace from his mommy" Orus said in a baby voice. Arthur was swarming with anger, "Say it again" he said, very darkly.
"Here's where the fun begins," Meela and Jhia said at the same time, each sighing in exasperation. The Togruta grew nervous, for she didn't know if Arthur could hold in his emotions. Remember, the mission. Don't let your anger get in the way!
Orus, turned towards Arthur, "What are you going to do about it?" he asked, expecting Arthur to turn back to his drink. However, Arthur closed his eyes and then opened them and swung his fist, connecting solidly with Orus' face, knocking the man on the floor, "That" he gritted, before getting out of his seat.
Jhia rolled her eyes and acted as though nothing had happened. Meela, on the other hand, turned around and glared at Arthur. "What are you doing?" she demanded. Arthur didn't turn to face her, keeping all his attention on Orus, "Standing up for my parents" he gritted darkly, before pulling Orus back up. Orus then using his force, broke free of Arthur's grip, which didn't take much since he weighed more than Arthur by a lot. He grabbed the Youngling and threw him into a nearby table, that crashed to the ground in pieces. Arthur picked up a peice of wood and cracked it against Orus' face, staggering the man, who then collided with the bar table, where Meela and Jhia were.
Meela stood up from her seat and looked to be in a panic. She had no clue what to do or think. Their cover had already been blown and now their chance of allying themselves with Spar's gang might be gone as well. The teenager glanced at Pac, who was casually sipping a bottle of beer now. She looked rather content at the moment and oblivious to the fight behind her. Meela resisted (tee-hee) a scoff at this and turned back to the scuffle. "Both of you, knock it off!"
The other patrons didn't give the group a second thought, as this sort of thing tends to be a pattern in bars. "I got 50 gold credits on the small one!" somebody shouted, "I put 100 on the big guy" said another in response.
Jhia chuckled and muttered under her breath, "I'm betting my ship on them not being able to walk after this." Meela sighed, "I might put a bet on that, too." She glared at Arthur and shook her head.
Arthur was too focused on his fight with Orus, "Give the necklace and I'll stop" he said, holding the piece of wood like he would his own lightsaber. Orus just grunted and staggered to his feet, only to take another swing from Arthur. Orus still felt the pain, but was able to get an arm up in time, breaking the piece in half. Arthur threw the other half on ground, but didn't see Orus pull a knife and slash at him. Arthur felt a pain across his face, and then realized what happened, but didn't back down. Dodging the next attack, Arthur brought Orus in close and disarmed the knife by elbowing Orus in the ribs several times, forcing the big man to drop the knife, allowing Arthur to kick it away. Arthur then elbowed Orus another time and made the man stagger backward, allowing Arthur enough room to kick the man in the face, knocking him out.
The people in the bar that had money on Arthur cheered, and Arthur had a smirk on his face, as he bent down in pain and picked up the necklace and put it around his neck again, only to collapse on a table moments later. Meela turned to Jhia, "Looks like someone owes you a ship." Pac smirked and couldn't hold back a fit of laughter. Maybe it was just the cheap beer.
The Togruta stood up and walked over to Arthur, pulling him up by one arm. "Do you realize what you've just done?" she whispered in his ear, anger threatening to spill from her voice. Arthur looked at her, but was unable to hold his head up and let it fall back down, "I just kicked his…" but he didn't finish after seeing her glare, "I'm sorry" he said, sincerely meaning every word. "Good," Meela said, guiding him over to a nearby booth. "Just sit tight and I'll go speak with Pac."
The teenager walked back to the bar to find a second beer bottle on the counter in front of her seat. Jhia gestured towards the seat and turned in her stool to face Meela. "So, why are you and your boyfriend in a place like this?" she asked. Meela's cheeks blushed and she gulped. "Well, we haven't had the best luck finding work closer to the Core Worlds, so we decided to look in the Outer Rim."
Pac nodded in understanding, taking a sip of beer. "Bounty hunters then?" The Togruta shrugged, "Something like that. We're just in it for the money, you know? The war has made it rather difficult to enjoy anything else." Jhia chuckled, "I hear you on that. I'm only invested in my current job for the credits." Meela gave a half smile, "Care to elaborate." The Mandalorian smirked, "Was able to get myself into the Mandalorian Protectors. Odd lot, but pays well. Leader is kind of a di'kut, but what can you say?"
The Jedi Youngling pretended to look thoughtful. "I believe I've heard of them. You work for the Separatists, right?" A simple nod was her answer. "If Arthur and I could get into something like that, it would be a miracle."
Pac laughed, "Well, I think I could put in a word for you, though I think Spar is only looking for Mandos right now. Unless you're willing to change your lifestyle, maybe this isn't the job for you." That is when the Togruta smirked. Pac had fallen right into her trap. "My partner is actually good friends with a clan you might know of."
Arthur looked over at them, they weren't too far away, "I am in pretty good with the Shan clan" he mumbled, still suffering from the effects of the fight. Jhia's eyes widened slightly and she almost choked on the beer. Looking between the two, she managed to speak. "You know Bo Shan?"
"Know her?" Arthur laughing, "I talk to Bo Shan practically everyday" he said, trying to hold back the laugh that threatened to come out when he saw Jhia's face. "You must be related to her then?" Pac asked, "She doesn't really interact with anyone outside her family, trust me." The Mandalorian bounty hunter added a chuckle after that.
Arthur gave her a smirk, "No, I'm not related to her" he said, waiting for her reply, while he touched his face where Orus had got him, feeling a mark close to his eye, he flinched at the pain slightly.
Jhia frowned, "Then how can I trust that you know her?" Suddenly her suspicion of the two raised and she looked between them. "Either you're a member of the clan or family, nothing else. Who are you people?" she asked firmly. Meela gulped and hid a grunt. Arthur, you shouldn't have said that. The Togruta wished she had her lightsaber on her as the tensions rose.
I know, I know, he sent back, Watch a master smuggler at work though my darling, he added getting up from his seat, staggering a bit, "I did not know who she was at first, but we had a chance encounter on Shili. She was being chased by an assassin and I happened to save her life and also the life of my partner," he went on gesturing toward Meela, "She thanked me in return and we have kept in touch and talk whenever I get to see her" he said, moving his hands around while explaining his story.
Pac's eyebrows raised after the story. "Interesting," she responded, "Bo has never been one to go by a life debt or anything but I guess your story checks out. What are you here for?" Jhia kept her eyes locked on Arthur, almost daring him to tell another lie, as if she knew.
Arthur put down a map and unrolled it, showing the area they were in, "I got reliable information from some sources that a heavily guarded weapons cache for clones on the Republic's front lines is moving through here. Meela and I are going to take a stab at it when it comes, but need some extra help. The Republic took over my home planet and it has been nothing but gloom and despair since then and it's time for payback. I was looking for some extra help since this isn't a two man job" he said, gesturing to the point on the map where the weapons would be.
Jhia held back a laugh and maintained a stoic look. The kid was trying, she'd give him that, but after years of dealing with scum, she could tell a bad lie from a good one a parsec away. On top of that, she didn't know what to think of his claim to know Bo Shan. When Jhia knew Bo, no one got to her personally unless they were within her clan or was a family member. The part of his story that really didn't match to Bo Shan at all was his being against the Republic. Pac knew of Bo being a Jedi Knight and that she wouldn't befriend anyone outside of the Republic.
"And what am I supposed to do about it?" she asked nonchalantly, keeping her well-guarded thoughts to herself. Arthur felt he bit off more than he could chew and fumbled to get his words put together quick enough, "Like I said, it's more than a two person job, and we were able to track Spar's last known location to somewhere in this system and was hoping to have a chance to present our business plan to him" Arthur said, he knew she was reading him, but he couldn't take anything back because it was too late to do so.
"Hmmm," Pac muttered, looking more relaxed, "I might be able to help you. But...I have a few conditions." Arthur figured there were conditions, so he nodded his head towards her, "And they are?" he asked.
Holding up a finger, the Mando said: "First, I bring the idea up to the boss, not you two. Second," she held up another finger, "When Orus wakes up, you tell him nothing of this plan. And thirdly, you never speak to or mention me after this mission is complete...ever again. Especially not to your dear friend Bo Shan." The last request was said firmly, but laced with hesitation and regret.
Arthur nodded his head to all three conditions that was laid out before him. Master? he asked Oni through the Force, hoping to get an answer and quick from her, "I accept your conditions" Arthur said, rolling up the map and tossing it to her.
I'm in the middle of something, Arthur, what do you need? Oni asked somewhat irritated. She made no attempt to control her emotions. Arthur flinched slightly and was afraid to ask her about Jhia, Nevermind. Arthur said, not wanting to anger her more than what she seemed to be. Arthur kept himself calm, but Oni's sharpness in her reply made him just slightly more angry with her.
Pac nodded gratefully and took a look at the map. "Yep, Spar can't bare to give this gig up," she somewhat laughed, "Actually, he wouldn't give up any chance to get back at the Republic." The Mandalorian stared off into space for a moment. True, she was only in anything for a good source of income, but this was different. These teenagers were claiming to be from Clan Shan, a family she once felt welcomed and a part of. If she got in good with them, maybe she might find solitude with her clanmates again. A friend of Bo Shan's was a friend of hers.
Jhia returned from her thoughts. "Alright, kiddos," she started, "Let's finish our drinks and wait for Orus to wake up. He'd blow a fuse if I left him here." Arthur went to move from his seat back to the bar and to his drink, but as soon as he stood up, he fell right back down into his chair, "Ouch," is all he said, rubbing his head.
Meela half smiled at this and sat down next to Arthur, squeezing his shoulders. "That's what you get for being stupid," she whispered, kissing his cheek. Arthur looked at her and gave her a smile, trying again to get up and succeeding this time. He then walked over to the bar, taking a step over the unconscious body of Orus. "How long until he wakes up?" the Togruta asked, gesturing towards the, hopefully, still breathing form of a Mandalorian.
Jhia took a sip of her beer and closed her eyes. "How much did he drink?" she asked casually before chugging down a good third of the liquid. Pac felt the buzz finally reaching her and sighed, never really enjoying alcohol all that much.
"Uh, maybe a shot or two," Meela answered. Jhia nodded, "Okay, so he'll be up in an hour or so."
Arthur, not really feeling the need to drink anymore, took one last sip of his drink before pushing it away, "So when are we, err you, going to present those plans to Spar? Should we meet up here or would you prefer somewhere different?" asked Arthur, who spun in his chair to look at her, not wanting the rest of his drink.
"When Orus wakes up, we'll take you to Spar," Jhia said. She gulped the rest of the beer and held down a burp. "Spar is always on the move, so when Beskar and I check in, we'll know where to go." Arthur nodded, "Sorry about, well you know" he said, gesturing toward Orus laying on the floor, "Hopefully I didn't knock him out too bad" he said, apologizing to her.
Pac let out her laughter at that, "Orus has looked worse, trust me. In fact, it looks like improvement from here." She snorted a little. "I don't think anyone has seen a beaten-the fek-up, whiteout drunk Mandalorian before, but it's not pretty, I'll tell you." Turning to Arthur, she smirked. "So, you and Beskar know each other?"
Arthur nodded, "When I was younger and first starting out after my parents died from gang violence," he said, twirling the ring in his hand, "We did a couple quick, odd jobs, but that was all. I woke up one morning after completing a job, and he was nowhere to be found. I'm just glad he didn't take my wallet when he left," Arthur chuckled slightly, "I can see he hasn't really changed from how he used to behave back when I knew him."
"Well, you'd think converting to a code of honor would change him," Jhia shivered, "But no, for some reason it only made him more reckless." Meela tilted her head, "Why did he become a Mandalorian in the first place, then?" Pac shrugged, "Probably because of the cool armor and his last name. His older brother is a Mandalorian bounty hunter loyal to Death Watch, I think."
Orus grunted and slowly got to his feet, "Where is that fekking Arthur!" he shouted, looking around till his eyes landed on him. Arthur raised a hand, waving to him. Orus took a few steps to him, but he was staggering badly. Arthur on the other hand, had to hide a smirk, "Orus buddy, I'm sorry. Have a drink?" he offered the man, pushing a glass toward the seat he sat in before they fought.
Jhia noticed what Arthur had given him and her eyes widened slightly. When Orus looked around rather randomly, she replaced the glass with her empty beer bottle and rested his hand on it. As if there was anything in there, he raised it to his lips and "drank". He didn't seem to notice at all that it was empty and set it back down. Meela turned around in her chair to hide her smirk and laughter. Pac smirked triumphantly, probably having done this a few times before. Arthur put a hand to his mouth, trying to hold in his laughter, "This kinda thing happens a lot?" he asked, seeing how smoothly Pac had replaced the drinks, and wasn't bothered by Orus drinking an empty glass.
"Only when he's out of it like this," she answered, patting Orus on the shoulder in a show of Mandalorian respect. "C'mon, Beskar. We're taking them with us to check in." The female Mando stood up and guided her partner off the stool and took the bottle away from him. Arthur stood, but swayed slightly, getting up too fast, "Wow, gotta watch those sudden movements" he said, standing still to regain his bearings.
"Alright," Jhia said, clearing her throat, "Let's get going." Arthur walked over to Meela, putting an arm around her, and kissing her cheek, We're in, though that could have gone better. I'm sorry, he said through their bond in the Force. Meela visibly sighed. It's okay, but keep it together. I don't think you would get away with anything like that from this point on. She nestled into Arthur's embrace and the two of them followed the Mandalorian partners out of the bar.
After walking out of the bar, Arthur glanced in all directions, looking for anything that could be related to Spar, or if they were being followed, "So what's next boss?" he asked to Pac, glancing in her direction. Jhia kept her voice quiet, "We find a secure place to contact Spar." She put on her helmet and then kept guiding Orus. Arthur kept glancing around and spotted two clones on top of a building that had orange markings, We are being watched, Arthur sent to Meela.
"They smell fear," Jhia said, laughing, "Remember, they have Mandalorian blood in them." She turned and looked at the teenagers, "Don't worry, they don't mess with anyone around here. The Republic doesn't have any real jurisdiction in the Outer Rim. Not with their corrupt government." The Mandalorian started moving towards an indoor shipyard. It would appear that they were looking to buy a few spare parts rather than make a call.
Arthur caught on what she was doing, but had one more question, "When we get there, is there anything we should or shouldn't do? Like, 'Don't look at this guy because he'll shoot you' or anything like that?" he asked, wanting to make a good impression in Spar's gang of Mandos.
"In that case, we do smell fear," Jhia said seriously, "It takes a lot to trick a Mandalorian. Let me do all of the talking and just pretend like no one is there. They'll stare right into your soul. It's how we figure to trust someone or not." Pac made no implication that she was referring to how she knew Arthur and Meela were lying to an extent.
"Whatever you say" Arthur said, checking his six as he did so. He found it funny how they somewhat befriended someone who was actually in good with the group, rather than someone new like they had planned. Arthur didn't trust her completely, but enough to get them into the gang, which was enough for him since that's what they needed her for. Master, I know you are busy, but we found one of your former Shan Clan friends, working for Spar, Arthur sent to her, with a slight hint of anger still, but not as much from before.
Jhia Pac? Oni asked, somewhat shocked. She must have sensed Pac's presence through Arthur. Yes, Arthur slightly grumbled. He was still angry that his former master neglected to tell him anything about her Mandalorian past or anything at all about it. Did she even trust him? Was everything up to this point a lie? He had to confront her about it after the mission, but not rudely since he did respect her a lot.
I'm not surprised that she joined Spar's gang, but shocked that she's helping you. How much did you have to pay her? The Jedi Master asked seriously. Any irritation in her voice was gone now. I didn't pay her anything, though we struck a deal that would give her all the credit for the idea of robbing the Republic weapons cache, which will probably get her further up the ranks, and paid more anyway, he replied, not giving her any clue to what he was thinking about before.
Okay, that sounds more like Jhia, Oni sent back. Hey, Arthur, I'm sorry for my snapping earlier. I'm not exactly in the best mood right now because….well, you know. Her tone was genuine and apologetic. We'll have to talk when you get back from your mission. Arthur was thankful for the apology, but he was still holding a small grudge against her, which he figured she knew about, because it seemed as if there was nothing that she didn't know, Yeah, he said, with a slight hint of anger, If I get back, he added, more calmly. He didn't know what it was, but he felt that something terrible was going to happen on this mission and it was bugging him.
Please, don't speak like that. You're going to come back, Arthur. Oni said, but then her mood turned more anxious. I'm getting a call regarding Green's status. I'll contact you afterwards and let you know.
Meela noticed Arthur spacing out and nudged him slightly. "Hey, we're almost there, wake up," she said laced with humor. Arthur gave her a smirk but it quickly vanished, as the feeling that something bad was going to happen swept over him again, but then left. "Last time you told me to 'wake up,' I had a blade in my side" he said, slightly trying to tickle her side. The Togruta, being very ticklish, pushed his hands away and held in her laughter, "Don't you dare, Arthur." She pointed a rather threatening finger at him and dare him with her eyes to try it again. Arthur grabbed her wrist and then kissed her outstretched hand, then walked off towards Jhia, leaving her standing there.
Pac turned to Arthur and gestured towards the building, "While Orus and I check in, you and your friend should pretend to look at the vehicles, just in case." She tugged on Beskar, who was swaying about and almost smacking into other people. Jhia grabbed onto his arm harder, "Geez, Beskar, I need to stop taking you to bars." Looking at Arthur, she smirked underneath her helmet, "You really knocked him out, kid."
"I'm stronger than I look" he said shrugging his shoulders, "Besides he took my mom's necklace," he said, then seeing her tilt her head elaborated, "My parents were killed when I was nine." Pac nodded, "You'd make a great Mandalorian." She managed a laugh, "A lot of us come from backgrounds like yours. My clan was killed when I was a little girl. Beskar and his brother got away from their abusive parents after being adopted by a Mando clan. Even your friend Bo didn't have the best past." Jhia smiled to herself. "We Mandalorians take care of each other. Else I wouldn't be walking for Orus here. We may not be the nicest bunch, but we make up for it in camaraderie." Arthur's face slightly fell, "Did you mean it when you said, I'd make a good Mandalorian? My current situation that I'm in might not work out, since the higher ups don't seem to really trust or like me," he asked her with all seriousness, "I'm looking for other options if this doesn't work out"
"I meant it," Jhia said, looking Arthur directly in the eye if it weren't for her helmet, "If you ever decide you need to begin a new life, consider being a Mando. Our culture might sound strange to some, but rewarding in the end. It takes years of training to be someone like the Mandalorians you're about to meet, but you have quite a few of them to spare, I'm sure." Arthur looked her right in the T visor, "Can you teach me some now, while we plan for this raid?" he asked her, intrigued about the culture.
"Well," Jhia sighed, though in thought, "You'll have to wait until after I contact Spar and see where he is. If we have time then, I'll see what I can teach you." She nodded crisply and turned back as they approached the entrance to the massive warehouse. People were flooding in and out of the area, credits in their pockets rattling. Arthur falled back to Meela as they entered and gestured for them to go left, while Jhia and Orus went right, "They are contacting Spar, and wanted us to act casual," he told her, putting his arm around her waist.
"So, look around as if we're buying something?" Meela asked, starting to glance about already. Arthur pulled her closer to him, putting his chin in the crook of her montrals, resting it lightly, "That's exactly what I mean" he said, whispering to her.
The young woman giggled, "Alright, well, what suits your fancy? A speeder?" Meela pointed towards a section of used and refurbished speeders in one corner of the warehouse. "I was thinking something more along the cruising type, one to fit us both comfortably" he said, kissing her neck lightly.
Meela raised a brow, "Oh, like?" She looked around for something of such a vague description. Arthur reste his head on her again, "You pick, and if I had the credits with me, I'd buy it right now, no hesitation" he said, rubbing her arms with his hands. "Oh, come now," the Togruta laughed, "Surely we'd need those credits for this mission. I have a feeling we'll have to pay for Jhia's loyalty at some point." She made sure to say the last sentence in a whisper.
"Oh I don't know," he whispered back, "She might be teaching me Mando culture. Maybe I'll grow on her?" he soothed to her. Meela scoffed, "I thought she was only into anything for the money?" The Togruta pulled away slightly, "You're not doing what I think you are, right?" She glanced up at Arthur with cautiously curious eyes. "No," Arthur whispered, giving her a passionate kiss on the lips. He kept his face close, but broke the kiss, "I could never leave you, but if things don't work out for me in the future, it doesn't hurt to have a back up" he said, hoping he didn't hurt her feelings.
Meela frowned. "Arthur," she said through gritted teeth, "We're here to get you back into the role of Padawan, and now you're thinking about giving that up? After meeting a Mandalorian once?" The Togruta looked around before continuing. "They're criminals, those Mandalorian Protectors! They kill Jedi and clones just because of some vendetta their leader has."
"How could you think that about me?" he asked in a whisper, "I don't want to leave the order, I don't know why you would think that" he said, calmly, not showing any anger toward her. He looked around before continuing, "You mean everything to me, and to be a Padawan again would be great" he said, but looked down at the ground after that, not wanting to see Meela's hurt face anymore.
"But you're considering it," she stated firmly, "You know there's other backup plans. Just because something goes wrong doesn't mean you should resort to the life of a bounty hunter." Arthur kept his face down, still not looking at her, "I did mull it over, but I know there are other options, but this also helps with getting close to Jhia and her possibly turning to our side in this ordeal. If she teaches me and I grow on her, she might have a hard time trying to decide on whether to help us or turn against us in the future" he said, "I didn't say I was going to become a Mando, it's just an idea, and there are plenty of other ideas, but my main priorities are my love for you and becoming a Padawan again," he said, still looking down.
Meela sighed, "Okay, but, even though I don't like their culture, becoming a Mandalorian is a commitment, and loyalty is part of their code. Don't disgrace it by pretending to learn it, or it's going to dig us a deeper grave, okay?" The Togruta pulled away and began looking at vehicles nonchalantly, as if she really was there to look around. Arthur watched her walk away and sighed standing still in his spot, occasionally glancing at the ships around him, but always lingering his eyes on his beautiful girlfriend. She was his world, and if anything happened to her, he would be devastated and torn apart on the inside. Arthur followed behind her, but kept his distance, not sure if she wanted him around after their little argument seconds ago.
After a few minutes, someone's hand grasped his shoulder and spun him around. Arthur was met with Jhia's T-visor. "Alright, kid, grab your girlfriend and let's go," she said, "The boss is on the other side of the city only for a couple hours before he moves again." Arthur nodded and walked over to Meela. He stopped near her, leaving some space between them, still not sure if she wanted him around her, "Meela," he sighed in a depressed voice, "Jhia and Orus are back and Spar is on the other side of the city for a couple hours before he moves again. They want to move so we can get there" he said, still depressed about their argument.
"Let's get going then," Meela said with a sigh. She wasn't going to press him on the issue of becoming a Mandalorian. In fact, she regretted her words somewhat. After all, not every Mandalorian is a criminal or a bounty hunter for that matter. Master Kao and Clan Shan seemed to be pure in heart and soul. But it still bugged Meela that Arthur was considering converting to the culture, as it would mean they could become enemies at some point, due to the rising tensions between Mandos and Jedi.
Arthur walked beside her, and went to put his arm around her out of habit, but retracted it, feeling he really upset her and didn't know how to fix it. He didn't want to leave the order, but the fact was he wasn't like Meela. She was a guaranteed to make Jedi Knight, and even Jedi Master. He saw it in her to be a wonderful teacher for a future Padawan. He shook his head, I wouldn't be a good teacher for any Youngling, he thought to himself, but he didn't quite catch the emotions in time, and knew Meela could read his mind.
Not wanting to fight, the Togruta noted what he said and then ignored it, opting to walk alongside him in peace and quiet. As they followed Jhia and Orus, Arthur moved a little closer to her and put his arm around her, hoping she would allow him to do so. He wanted to apologize for ever thinking of leaving the Order, which included her, but didn't know how to word it.
"Just let it out, Arthur," Meela said kindly, rested her head against Arthur. She kept her voice quiet, only so that Jhia and Orus didn't hear her. Arthur focused on Orus, who was walking ahead of him, "Hey Orus, I'm sorry for what I did earlier to you, and for any pain it caused you," Arthur said loud enough for Orus to hear, but he gripped Meela tighter, trying to imply the best he could, to show that he was really apologizing to her, but did it addressing Orus, so he could talk freely and not have to whisper and draw possible suspicion to them.
The Togruta's eyes widened slightly and she grasped Arthur's hand. Through the Force, she accepted his apology and drew her boyfriend closer. Arthur was thankful she accepted his apology so quickly, and made a note to do the same when he met with Oni after the mission. "Yeah whatever" Orus mouthed back to him. Arthur shook his head, and held Meela as close as he could to him. As he followed the Mandalorians, with his girlfriend nestled against him, Arthur couldn't help but think about what Master Kao was going through back at the Temple….
(Jedi Temple)
Oni opened the door to her room and walked in sullenly. Plopping down on her bed, she leaned back and took a deep breath. A series of beeps and chirps came from the corner of the room, but the Jedi Master didn't react. The bronze-plated astromech rolled towards her master and gently bumped into the side of her leg, trying to earn her attention.
"Not right now, 'Cee," Kao said exasperated. R8-C9 bumped Oni again and buzzed at her with sass. "Do I look okay to you?" the woman asked rhetorically, peeking at her droid with a glare. 'Cee reached out a utility arm to poke the Jedi in response to her attitude. "Ouch," Oni exclaimed before kicking the astromech, though not harshly. "I don't want to talk about it," she said, "Having to deal with seeing him like that was hard enough, I don't want to go over it."
R8 beeped softly this time, practically giving Kao the equivalent of puppy dog eyes. Oni sighed in defeat and sat up, though got dizzy from the speed of the motion. "Alright," she mumbled through gritted teeth, earning an excited buzz from the astromech. "He's fine for now. He just got out of surgery, which went well, but the extent of his injuries...Well, it's going to take him awhile to regain his full physical ability for a few months so they're going to put him on police duty here on Coruscant until he's ready."
'Cee chirped in a confused manner. Oni smiled for the first time in days and looked at the astromech, "I know, stupid idea right? But it's better than the alternative." R8 whirred in agreement and put her utility arm away, rolling up to snuggle against the Jedi Master's leg. Oni grinned and rested a hand atop her spherical head. "It's going to be okay, 'Cee. He'll be back."
After a couple of moments, Kao's eyes widened. "Oh! I forgot to tell Arthur!"
(Bespin)
Arthur had lost track of time as they walked through the city, but he still had Meela close to him and smiled at how much they have grown together the past several months since he became a Youngling. He was determined to get his Padawan rank back, and this mission was his ticket to do so. He continued to follow Jhia and Orus, and figured they didn't have long to go until they reached their destination.
Arthur, are you in a situation in which we can speak? Oni sent through the Force urgently. Her tone was alert yet positive. Arthur jumped slightly at hearing his master's voice in his head, but quickly calmed himself, Yeah, just walking through the city to get to the location where we will meet Spar, he sent back, drawing circles on Meela's arm. He should tell her, but since they started their relationship, Arthur was more calm and relaxed and he felt better than he ever did since joining the Jedi Order.
Okay, well I just went to go see Green, Oni said. He just got out of surgery, which went well. They're putting him on security detail on Coruscant until he regains his full potential. She radiated relief and joy in her voice.
That's good to hear, he answered, not wanting to talk in long periods of time, trying to stay mainly focused on the mission ahead of him, How are you holding up? he asked her.
I'm still in shock that all of this happened, Arthur. Oni seemed a bit more anxious now. I'm just stressing over-you know what, complete your mission, come back, and I'll tell you everything. Even to the last detail, okay? Just do what you went to do and come back a Padawan. She paused for a moment. I know you think I keep you from a lot of things and that's why you're angry,-yes, I know-,but I base my actions on the good of others. Know that there are things I must keep from you until later on.
You do keep me from a lot of things, Meela knows more about you than I do. How do you think that makes me feel? To know that you keep secrets and for all I know now, lie to me, to what? Keep me safe? he asked, anger present, but not as much as before.
Keeping a secret is different from lying, young one, Oni said firmly. If I felt you needed to know something, I would tell you. What your friend knows is because she went out looking for that information and got it, without my knowledge or permission. Besides, you haven't been my Padawan long enough to learn much about me. That is why I said I would tell you everything when you return. Arthur was somewhat satisfied, but still had a question, But you don't mean everything though do you? he asked rather sternly, even for him.
Oni was about to say something before a wave of anger washed over her. Alright, Arthur, you want to know everything? I said I would tell you, and you still don't believe me, even though you're the only one I trust with my secret? I know you told Meela. Pausing, the anger and aggression increased to a boiling point. First, I had to deal with my Padawan being taken away from me, then my husband getting stabbed and almost dying, and then my former Padawan calling me a liar!
After a moment, Kao erupted. How do you think that makes me feel, Arthur?! Arthur visibly hung his head, I'm sorry. I… he paused searching for words, I'm sorry for what I said and telling your secret. I'm just tired of secrets, I just want to know the truth he admitted. He held on to Meela a little tighter, wanting to feel her presence to calm himself.
The Togruta noticed the turmoil within Arthur, but didn't want to bring it up in front of Jhia and Orus. She squeezed him tighter and tried to send comfort through the Force.
Kao didn't reply and shut the connection, completely severing their master and apprentice bond temporarily. Arthur sighed at the lost of connection, but was brought back to reality when Orus spoke, "We're here" he said.
Jhia turned to Arthur and Meela, trying to get their attention. "Remember what I told you," she said, separating the two until they were a foot apart, "Act tough but calm and don't look anyone in the eyes, er, visor. Come on, let's go." Meela glanced at Arthur for a moment, somewhat scared, before she looked forwards once more and started walking. Arthur started walking forward, but kept closer to Meela and Jhia, since she knew what she was doing. They approached the group and Arthur did his best not to look around a lot.
There were Mandalorians doing random things, but as soon as Arthur and Meela walked in, they stopped and stared at the strangers. It seemed as though their T-visors and scrutinizing gazes were glued to the Jedi Younglings as they passed. An aggressive aura came over the gathering and lingered. The fact that the two were traveling with Jhia and Orus didn't seem to make an impact. It went to show how low in the hierarchy the bounty hunters were.
Arthur kept his gaze forward, wishing he had brought his helmet, so he could cover his face, but it didn't matter really, as he put the most emotionless face on he could. "Ahhh, so the prodigal Mandalorian has returned" came a voice from the crowd, but Arthur couldn't see who said it.
Jhia glanced over her shoulder at Arthur and motioned for him and Meela to stay put. Spinning on her heels, the Mando pushed past a couple Protectors and disappeared off towards the voice. Orus turned to Arthur and Meela. "She's gonna go speak with the boss before you can go over there," he said, motioning towards the two Protectors blocking their path now.
"So we could be here a while?" he asked, not trying to survey the scene and draw suspicion to him and Meela. Orus chuckled, "Pretty much. Spar likes to have a good conversation. Plus, Jhia's trying to get on his good side."
Arthur lightly elbowed Meela, That's why she wanted to deliver our plan he said in a very low whisper, or what he thought was a whisper to Meela through the Force. Meela flashed him a glance that said, 'that wasn't very quiet'. Arthur knew what the stare was and couldn't help it that he was a little out of focus at the moment, thinking about how to get a hold of his former master when he found some downtime, but he cleared his mind and focused on the here and now rather than the later.
Quite some time had past now and Arthur had grown anxious. Jhia had went in there a long time ago and still hadn't returned yet, and questions flooded his mind about being figured out already, and if they were, what would they do, if they even had a chance to react among all these Mandalorian sharpshooters.
Eventually the bounty hunter returned, pulling back the guards a little harshly. "He's interested," Pac said calmly, "But he wants to see if you can persuade him to really go for the cache." She folded her arms across her chest, "Plan out your case. Spar is a logical and detail-oriented man. He's a clone, after all."
If Arthur wasn't nervous before, he was now, "Yeah" he tried to say with a certain command and authority, but it came out shaky. After embarrassing himself, he put his hand on the back of his head, scratching it. Meela turned to Jhia, "Can I speak with him alone for a moment?" The bounty hunter eyed out the Togruta for a second before nodding. Looking at the guards, Jhia gestured for them to move on, her and Orus walking away as well.
Once they were out of earshot, Meela sighed. "Well, what would Green go for? You know him well enough, so what kind of argument would he believe?" she asked Arthur. Arthur looked at her, putting pieces together, "I have to be assertive and sure of myself, no hesitation. It makes it look like I know what I'm talking about" he answered her, his nerves from earlier, practically gone.
"Mhmm," Meela hummed, "This may appeal to the clone side of him, but stand up straight and confident, arms crossed. Kinda ups the seriousness of the room whenever a clone does that."
Arthur nodded and headed for the the entrance to Spar's quarters, but as he approached where the guards were once, a voice spoke out, "So, Jhia tells me of this plan of hers, but I need someone to convince me that it works," the voice said, "She said you might know Republic tactics that can help us." Arthur's nerves slightly rose, but he pushed them down, fear wasn't going to control him. He pushed on entering the quarters as he spoke, "I speak on a regular basis to Master Oni Kao, also known as Bo Shan. I have learned how the Republic thinks and acts in certain situations" he said, crossing his arms in mid speech, noticing a man in Mandalorian armor sitting on a chair.
The clone turned Mandalorian leaned forward in his chair, putting down a glass of spice to show Arthur had his attention. "So you're part of the Republic? You should know now that I don't deal well with their kind. If not, explain to me how you know such a key figure to my enemy's plots."
Arthur kept himself from gulping in fear, and carried his strong and commanding persona, "I saved her life a while back, and we have remained friends, though we don't quite agree on how to view the Republic. Our disagreement hinders our relations, but we still find the time to talk when we aren't busy," Arthur answered sternly, showing his confidence in his reply, something he lacked when talking to Jhia earlier.
"Hmm," Spar said, sitting back comfortably, "I assume that she hopefully doesn't know you're here. Clan Shan and I aren't on good terms right now after our last encounter. Would be a shame if you lost your contact and only reason for me to allow you to stick around." Grabbing the glass again, the man took a sip and narrowed his eyes at Arthur daringly.
"Business is business, and I don't talk to her, or anyone for that matter, about my current business transactions," Arthur said, still very confident, "Turns potential clients away, and I have to keep my pockets full of credits," Arthur said, showing a stern face.
Spar smirked somewhat. "I like you already," he said, "Well, son, what can you tell me about this cache? I take any chance to damage the Republic seriously." Arthur cracked his neck before continuing, "The cache is guarded by a group of clones from Master Kao's Tenth Star Corp, but they are being led by Jedi General, Obi-Wan Kenobi, who alone is very valuable to the right buyer. The cache will arrive at these coordinates," said Arthur, pulling out a holodisk, that projected the coordinates in front of Spar. The set of coordinates were actually not that far from their current location, which also helped, "The Republic's influence isn't strong out this far, so the number of clones that they will have to guard the cache is far less than the usual number they have" he said, giving Spar insight into why pulling this heist was a good idea, and to show Spar that he does his homework thoroughly.
"I'll still have my warriors there to provide some overkill then," the clone said rather maliciously, "Alright, you've convinced me enough I believe. Now, I've already heard Jhia's demands and considered them. What are yours?"
"Nothing over the top" Arthur said, using a slight hint of cockiness, but nothing too overdone, so that Spar didn't think he was actually cocky, "A single payment for services rendered in the form of credits. Shall we say 20% of the value inside the cache?" he asked. Spar hummed in thought, appreciating Arthur's demand. "I agree to your terms, but I'll let you know that I share the value of our finds equally amongst my Protectors. If this is a one time event, then your demands make sense, but if you were to, say join our merry band, you could be receiving a regular cut to fill those pockets of yours."
The man finished his drink and stood up casually, "I could use clever minds like yours, Arthur." Arthur allowed a small smile to appear, showing he accepted the compliment, "I shall think over your gracious offer to join your band" he said, not daring to leave however before he was dismissed by Spar.
The Jedi Youngling in disguise was offered a handshake and a smile. "Good," he said, "Get back to me as soon as you can. I'd like to go after that cache after my soldiers are debriefed." Arthur gave a small nod and turned to leave, finding Meela in a conversation with Orus and Jhia, so he made his way over to them.
The three turned their heads towards him. "So, did he agree?" Jhia asked, a little nervous. After all, her place within the Protectors was at stake. Arthur looked at her with a smirk, "Does a Mandalorian hit their target every time?" he asked, feeling rather accomplished at pulling one over on Spar.
Orus and Jhia shook their heads, "Eh, not really." Meela sighed, though smiled a bit, "Any special requests of His Majesty to get him to agree to it?" Arthur shook his head, "He didn't really demand anything from me, except to show him how to get around Republic tactics, and he did offer me a place within his ranks" he said, looking towards Jhia and Orus, but mostly Jhia, to see how she'd react.
The Mandalorian woman, if she felt any anger, did not show it. She nodded in simple understanding. "Did you discuss payment then as well?" she asked Arthur. Arthur nodded his head in reply, "That's when he asked me to join. I asked for 20% of the value of what was inside those crates, and he agreed though he told me everyone in his 'band' was paid equally and that I could receive a regular cut, if I joined as well" he said to Jhia, though he looked at everyone as he talked.
Meela could feel the tension growing between the two. Orus didn't seem too affected by the news at all, except for content at another mission and more credits his way. Jhia on the other hand radiated anger and hate. She scoffed. "After one encounter he asked you to join the Protectors? You don't even know our culture yet, I haven't had the slightest bit of time to teach you. You see all of us here? We're either bounty hunters or Mandalorian police born and raised on Mandalore. It took most of us months to fit in right with Spar."
Arthur shrugged his shoulders, "He was impressed with how I handled myself in his presence, and said he could always use more clever minds" Arthur said, now feeling the anger and hate within Jhia.
Pac nodded once more and turned, "Well, don't let your guard down. This is Spar we're talking about. Trust me, he's the Mandalorian version of Jabba the Hutt if you ask me. Piss him off and you're out of here."
"Well let's hope that never happens. I really don't think I do have a choice in joining or not. If I am to not piss him off, then isn't that what I would do? What if I refused to join his Mandalorian crew?" Arthur asked, wondering if Spar was testing him somehow, "I mean I don't even know the first thing about Mandalorian culture, so I wouldn't fit in, even if I did want to" he said, weighing his options.
"You're damned if you do and damned if you don't," Pac answered seriously, "This isn't some peace-loving rebellion or secret resistance force. This is a gang of Mandalorians swayed by a clone that has claimed title of Mand'alor even though he doesn't deserve it." Lucky for Jhia, none of her Mandalorian brothers and sisters were around to hear that, except for Orus, who really didn't have a preference for either side of the argument.
Arthur went wide eyed at this, "Jhia, keep your voice down. You want us all to get shot before we even get to start on this mission?" asked Arthur, looking around to make sure no one heard them. Arthur then got a curious face, "If you don't like Spar," he said, but made sure it was at a very low whisper so no one could hear, "Why try to get on his good side?" he asked curiously.
"There's no one around," Pac pointed out, "It's somewhat insulting that you would think I'd be so clumsy. And like I said, I'm in it for the money right now and since my clan and the Republic hates me, Spar is my only option. Don't even suggest I start working for scum like Jabba or those pesky Weequay pirates."
"Could I ask you something in private?" Arthur asked Jhia, rather cautiously. He made eye contact with Meela, who narrowed her eyes with a 'don't you dare' look, but Arthur gave her a 'trust me' one back to her. He found it funny that they could speak in looks and know what the other was saying, without using the Force to communicate. He then brought his attention back to Jhia.
"Go ahead," the woman said politely, gesturing for him to do so. She was still very wary of this teenager and was trying to figure out in her head who he really was. He must be with the Republic for him to know Shan so well. Jhia gestured with her head for Arthur to follow her, and so he nodded and followed close behind her into a nearby room. Arthur looked around taking in the view, which wasn't was a desk with a chair, a simple cot, and a storage bin which likely held her clothes and possessions.
Arthur sat in the silver, metal chair, while the Mandalorian woman sat to the side of the same-colored desk, facing Arthur and waiting for him to speak.
Arthur looked her in the T-visor and started to talk, though quietly still, "I am secretly part of the Republic, which you probably figure out, from your lack of emotions. Yes I can sense your feelings and emotions, making me a Jedi nonetheless. The Republic ordered me and my hired help to take down Spar, and we still need at least one more person to help us take him down, and I am asking you if you'd like to help. If you agree, I will answer any questions you have of me, and if you decide to not help and side with Jabba out there, then I will turn myself in with no struggle as long as Meela walks free" he finished, holding out his fists together waiting to be binded if she wished to turn him in. He looked at her with the most trusting face he could ever show, allowing her to see that he really did trust her, and he wasn't just trying to turn her over to his side.
Jhia took in the information and pondered in thought as she looked away. "You being a Jedi both gives you my trust and my caution," she said, "As you know, Jedi and Mandalorians don't get along too well. I only got along with your friend so well because the clan trusted her. Your not being in that group does make me question your loyalties when it really comes down to whose side you would pick in battle if it were to ever occur."
Taking a deep breath, the woman continued. "However, I have found that working for the Separatists is not as fulfilling as it might seem. I have considered asking Bo for a favor or two, having the past we do, but am not able to because of the mistake I made by joining the Mandalorian Protectors. I know names and locations that could help the Republic fight back against Spar's anarchy, tactics as well. Can you promise me that you'll speak on my behalf if I decide to switch sides?"
"I promise, and for my loyalties, I am with the people I trust to the end," he said, still keeping his hands out for her to bind if she chose to do so still, though he now doubted it. Arthur then after waiting for her to look back at him added something else, "In exchange for answering any questions you may have at the end of our chat here, I wish for you to teach me your ways and culture. Not only will I learn, but it will give us an excuse to relay information back and forth between us" he said, hoping she'd accept.
"Even as a Jedi Knight you would learn a contradicting culture?" Jhia asked, somewhat surprised. Arthur looked down and shook his head at what she said, "I am not a Jedi Knight" he said slightly depressed. Pac raised a brow, "I thought you said you were a Jedi? If not Knight, then what title do you hold?"
Arthur cringed slightly, hoping that when he told her about his title, that she would change her mind about what she said, "I was a Padawan, but was demoted to a Youngling, and I now am trying to prove to them I am ready to earn back my rank. This mission is that test" he said truthfully to her, keeping his promise to answer all her questions.
"I'm not malicious enough to get in the way of your becoming a Knight," Jhia said, "But I'm not interested in risking the life of a learner or taking responsibility for it. I won't consent to train you until after the mission is complete. Even then, you will be going back to your Order. How do you suppose that I will teach you the Mandalorian culture?"
"Please, I don't know if the life of a Jedi is where I even belong. I was demoted already once, and the Council doesn't really like me that much, so they could pass me up on my promotion and promote someone else instead of me. I am not like other Jedi that are closed minded to cultures that defy what theirs stands for" he argued, trying to get her to start his training.
"I understand," Jhia said, trying to placate him, "The only thing I can morally agree to is the basics or something. When we attack your cache, which I assume is a trap for Spar, you'll need to know the signals and lingo we use to communicate." Arthur nodded, taking her answer as an acceptable one, "Thank you" he said to her sincerely.
"Alright," Pac said, "We don't have much time, but I believe that as a Jedi, you'll be able to memorize these things quickly. Let's get started." Arthur nodded and gave Jhia his complete focus as she started. He was a little slow at first, but started to pick things up rather quickly, and began to copy signs and other things as she taught him.
Patch: So, I feel left out…
Resist: *puts hand on Patch's shoulder* Hey man, you're in the next chapter. You play a pretty important role, if I do say so myself.
Green: Spoiler alert! Hey, am I in there?
Echo: Nope. *whispers to the audience* Spoiler alert. Sorry...no I'm not.
Oni: Why do you guys always break the fourth wall with this story?
Resist: *puts hands up defensively* I was just trying to cheer up Patch over here. He hasn't been mentioned in like 10 chapters! Give or take some.
Echo: Oni, we break the fourth wall because we can. *explosions in the background*
Green: So, can you, like, get me out of the hospital in the next chapter?
Resist: *staring at the explosions* Maybe *says in a trance* Too bad Sabine isn't here.
Arthur: What's a Sabine?
Resist: She's out of your league *whispers so no one can here* Not mine though
Echo: Don't let Ezra hear you say that, man.
Everyone but Resist and Echo: Who's Ezra?
Resist: I can take him. Ezra is pretty cool though. Anyhow, these characters don't come in till later and Echo and I don't own them either.
Echo: Unfortunately. Well, guys, thank you so much for stopping by and reading our chaos of a reality TV show. Please don't forget to leave a review and stop by again. We're gonna mess up Arthur's life even more! :)
Resist: Can't wait to see what we have in store for him next. *rubs hands together evilly*
Arthur: Just great