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Also all clothing or body traits are there to help the story not because I'm a creep, pervert or sexist.
Also I do not approve in underage marriage, and do not think highly of underaged sex. And I am against physical abuse, especially to kids.
I'm still planning on updating at least once a fortnight.
Also for future reference this is an AU meaning characters may go OOC for the use of the story. Also things in Star Wars part will be changed, meaning there may be new force abilities and lightsabers (shows in chapter Prologue Part 1).
I have no medical/mechanical/engineering training or qualification, so somethings may not be right, and I cannot see into the future to know about the possible future medical equipment.
Warning there is some coarse language in this fanfic, also this fanfic is rated 'M'/notified to have explicit scenes. These scenes will most likely be battles, injuries, coarse language and 'hinting'.
Armour Classes
Armour - All armour and Helmets looks like Mandalorian armour + Class
Stoker class- bright orange armour signifying stoker class armour -meaning he his armour his more fire resistant than others
People: Snotlout
Boulder class - bumpy and like a bludgeon adding more resistance to damage and adding more blunt force, coloured light brown.
People: Gobber, Fishlegs
Tracker class - Blood red armour, enhancements in his helmet amplifying sense of smell, and vision allowing him to see heat
People: Stoick, Asher
Sharp class: sleek and firm fitting, retractable blades on her fore arm and knee caps and on the forehead area of the helmet and at the back of the neck area on the helmet (prevents head locks), and coloured silver.
People: Heather, Valka
Mystery class - Forest green, sleek, has dispenses that allows the suit to be covered in grass, can blend into the environment (invisibility) for a short amount of time
People: Tuffnut and Ruffnut
'Hicca' Thoughts
"Hicca" Speech
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-YouYou
Chapter 7: Sandy Igloo's
An: Check above for everyones armour
Walking through the City Mos Eisley of Tatooine most of Viking squad is seen moving as a unit in their Berkian armour - Tatooine is a neutral space and is owned by the Hutts - with their melee weapons attaches to their hips or back, Ruff and Tuff both had vibro Spears on their backs, Snotlout has a Vibro mace attached to his hip, Asher has a double bladed vibro axe on his back, and Heather has a blaster holster on her left hip with three silver blaster tubes strapped attached to it one being medium sized, one slim and long, and the other thick and medium sized, there was also a medium sized metallic hilt on her right hip the cylinder was black etched with silver and emerald curved patterns, their surroundings were of what you would expect in a Desert world; with sandy streets, and concrete buildings coated in sand. Bother surroundings included residents of the area, market stalls and the occasional stormtroopers - they obviously avoided them - or Hutt Gamorrean patrols. They had been investigating areas which had supposed sightings of the rumoured Jedi, so har they hadn't found any concrete evidence only the few stray blaster bolts that could of occurred from anything as this was a city full of Smugglers and criminals.
They are currently heading towards The Chalmun's Cantina a popular bar of Mos Eisley, a hot spot for smugglers, criminals and Underworld gossip, it is also one of the more violent bars with the strongest - cleanest- drinks.
Arriving outside of the bar, Heather observed it, it looked like a complex and larger version of an igloo that Wass dug into the ground. Entering the sandstone igloo the squad lowered down the sunburnt stairs and entered the bar.
Their senses are working over time; their noses are sensing the smell of alcohol, smoke, bad body odour, and blood. The air felt moist and smokey. All you could here was loud chat, banter, wolf whistles for Heather, and the sound of jazz music. The visual setting wasn't the worst but not the best, sentient beings of all kinds are around them, some are human other are not.
The group splits apart Snotlout and Asher take a table in the middle of the room and listen for information, Ruff and Tuff head to the bar and holler for the bartender droid and order some drinks for the squad. Heather however removed her helmet, clipped it to her hip and slipped through the throng of party goers like water manuavireng around couples and drunken loners who tried to grope with non-permitted hands. While sifting through she hits two buttons that are attached to her armpits, still swerving around the crowd. Her armour starts to change; the colours of the armour turn more into a graffiti pattern of orange, blue and purple mandalorian armour. Reaching behind her back she grabbed something that was invisible to the naked eye, pressing an invisible button and placing her hand flat on the object, the effect was instantaneous, now in her right hand was a A180 Blaster Pistol, she remarks mentally, 'No blasters my ass Asher… and thank you nieces for the newest upgrade', she holsters her blaster, she starts to walk straight as there was now a slight berth of space around since most servers backed off at the sight of the pistol, unclipping her helmet she reaches inside and pulls at a nob, slides it and pushes it in, the transformation this time wasn't as fast, the helmet shifted and slivered in her hands as she lifted it over her head and placed it on, its look now was of an old clone recon helmet much alike to the imperial recon troopers, like her new armour it had patterns of blue, orange and purple. 'I really need to thank my twins for these upgrades they transition runs allow so much smoother, and to think they are only 7… and everyone thought the Thorston twins were the best inventors', she finishes with a snort.
Exiting the crowd Heather surveys her surroundings, the area seems to be not as packed as the side Asher and the others were on, it also appeared to be cleaner and not as revolting to the senses like the other room. She strode with a feline and feminine grace towards an unoccupied table. Relaxing into her chair she scans the people in this area more closely, the room is fulled with bounty hunters, whom are eyeing her like competition 'I guess the disguise works', warlords and rich semi rich men who eyed her in a more lusting glare, some stormtroopers who appeared to be on vacation, a shady looking pirate whom is speaking to some Zygerrians slave traders, she here a few words from the pirate, "I got someone offering two young girls at a low price…", she stops listening repulsed at the idea of what they where planning on doing. She already had half a plan ready to use to bring some serious pain to them. That plan was stopped in the making when she realised one, she cant stop the original seller, and there is also a group of semi intimidating men in rundown and bulkier Berkian armour, 'Outcasts', she realises talking to an 'Outcast who seemed to of seen better days. She listens onto there conversation.
"You seem to of had better days Savage", a burly man says to the beaten up and leaner outcast.
"What did you do or not do for the boss", another Outcast asks.
Savage looks up at them with rage and annoyance in his eyes and tense posture, "It wasn't the Alvin who did this it was that fuckin' Jedi whom has been disrupting our operation for the past few months always stealing some food all of the ice and then giving it all back to the poor areas around here. Like honestly mates what the fuck is that bastard doing out there anyway in the Dune Sea." Savage groans and rubs his shoulder in a soothing manner. "The boss just sent me and some of his men towards where we think his home might be, the southern western edge… we found his Synstone Igloo hut and in return I'm the only survivor", Savage head butts the table and mumbles something about needing to speak to Alvin.
Not really caring about Savage's predicament, Heather subtly stood up and strode back to the throng of party goers, she was stopped when a large hand grabbed hers. Not even thinking she turned around slammed her fist into a drunken warlords face pickpocketed him, and continued on her merry way.
Reaching the other side now in her Berkian armour she spotted her squad, whom were in the middle of a fist fight with some lower class bounty hunters. Groaning she walked over to them while grabbing the hilt on her hip, squeezing and flicking it outwards and backwards. Now in her hand was an Electostaff. Pacing towards the fight she joined in, swirling it around her and striking the foes paralysing them in quick succession, with swiftness and precision that Jedi would would respect.
The fight was won in 30 seconds, cracking her neck she observed the crowd that had gathered around before and during the time she had arrived, she inwardly groaned and turned to her squad's captain whom looks as sheepish as his stoic exterior would allow. She points him towards Snotlout and the exit of the bar, he grabs Snotlout and starts to exit. She turns her sights on the nutty twins, Ruff is on the floor booking an unconscious bounty hunter large bicep, and Tuff is seen finishing off his alcoholic beverage. She shakes her head in annoyance and approaches both of them whilst scolding them, "You muttonheads you behave worse than my 7 year old nieces", before the tricksters could start spewing lies Heather grabbed one of the ears and hauled them towards the exit.
Once the twins are out the door she turns towards the bar which is in a larger mess than it was when they entered, "Sorry for the mess heres some compensation", she announces while throwing some of the pickpocketed credits towards some people who looked to have been workers here.
Exiting the establishment she observed the rest of Viking squad and started berating them, "Whose fault was that and why did that start… actually don't answer that I don't care, we have an important mission at hand and I need you all to get your hands out of your arses and act proper, that includes you Captain. I want you all to make sure you are still armed and un pickpocketed. I got a location for the Jedi unlike you all. I'm going to contact Fishlegs give him a location and you are all going to meet me at the ship when you are sober and have cleaned yourself. Understood" receiving fearful nod from the lower ranks, "Good", she responds and leaves towards the ship.
What she didn't notice was the sleek black drone that was listening onto her rant. What she didn't realise is that she just endangered a Jedi because that same drone was heading back towards its master.
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Most updates will come on Friday-Sunday every two - three weeks when I'm not in Eastern Australian school holidays, Eastern Australian time.
Sorry for future later updates times… School started again and I am in my second last year, and I am doing very difficult subjects (including physics and chemistry, etc).
Until next time See ya later.
-YouYou