Chapter 5

Saving the Damsels?

It was a dark, dank place. Not quite something you would expect in the underground below a wealthy man's estate. Then again with this man she should have known to expect the unexpected. Aayla was thrown into the cell with a little more force than was necessary, losing her footing and landing flat against her stomach into a puddle of water.

She rolled over and propped herself on her elbows, looking back at the cell door as the crimson light of a ray shield came online, confining her to this tiny little cell. Her assailants, a unit of ten ancient battle-droids of skeletal design looked back at her with eerie glowing red eyes.

"Now be a good little flesh sack and stay here, the master will take care of you after his dinner." The central one said in a mechanical voice. Not like the laughable voiceovers of the Separatist battle-droids, this one was designed to sow fear into the minds of opponents.

Aayla's eyes narrowed at the droids comment, well aware of what he was having for dinner. Such a monstrous dereliction of humanity was the main reason she allowed herself to be captured like this. All she had heard were rumours really, about a very wealthy lord, a man called Dezono Qua. He was an extremely wealthy man, the last of a dynasty that few people on the planet liked. He was a recluse, living in his heavily guarded family villa overlooking the capital.

There were rumours circulating among the common people about his inhumane activities, mainly him sending his protocol droid to an independent slaving planet in the Outer-Rim to buy young children of any race, humanoid or otherwise, and bring them back to his villa where he would literally eat them. She had dismissed it as rumours at first, but the force had other ideas. The rumours felt wrong, and she felt it was her duty as a Jedi Knight to at least look into it.

She had packed her bags, told Naruto she would be back by sundown and hiked into the mountains in the direction of his estate. Aayla knew for a fact Naruto didn't believe her story that she just wanted a break from the cityscape, somewhere quiet to rest and meditate on their next move. But he let her go; telling her that if she wasn't back by sundown then he'd go after her.

Unconsciously she smiled at the memory. Naruto had become slightly overprotective of her, and it was a flattering gesture. Aayla considered bringing Naruto along, but she dismissed the idea. As capable as he was Naruto wasn't the stealthy type. She had risen at dawn and taken a hover-tram to the outskirts of the city, where she had hefted her duffel bag and begun her trek through the mountainous terrain leading up to this man's villa.

Apparently he didn't like people wandering around the land around his estate, let alone the grounds he owned. She was a good five kilometres from his estate before she was jumped by a squad of patrolling Battle-Droids, IG-series, old but very reliable battle and assassin droids, favourites among merchants and bounty hunters who wanted their own cheap, efficient and deadly private army. She had surrendered without a struggle, dragged to Qua's estate, and thrown into this cell.

She looked around her new living quarters and sighed.

Naruto was going to kill her for this.

A sniffle caught her attention, and her head darted up, fully alert. There was a silhouette at the other end of the cell, curled up, back pressed against the back right corner of the tiny cell. Aayla strained her ears, and heard low level sniffling and sobbing. She frowned before crawling over to the sound of the noise. She heard a quick gasp, followed by the little creature pressing herself further against the corner.

"Hello?" Aayla called softly, crawling a few more slow inches towards the child, yes it was a child, barely five or six years old she would guess. The child curled up further, sobbing silently as she approached.

Aayla began to pick out little bits and pieces of information in the gloom, mainly by calling upon the force to gently adapt her eyes to the darkness. It wasn't a humanoid child. It was reptilian, dressed in a tattered purple dress, a she. Her skin colour was dark, covered in smooth scales and a frill of spiky horns. A Nosaurian she realised, native to the planet of New Plympto. It wasn't a very long way away from Esseles, but she had heard it was one of the last few Confederate strongholds in the Core.

The little Nosaurian dug her head into her knees, crying softly in fright. Aayla crawled up beside her and sat down, pressing her back against the wall and looking down at the smaller girl. She gave her a small nudge. "It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm stuck in here same as you, alright?"

The girl looked up at Aayla with watery eyes, poor thing must have been crying for quite a while if her bloodshot orbs were any designation. "What's your name, sweetie?"

"R-resa… Gree-Greenbark." She stuttered, looking up at her with wide orbs.

"A beautiful name, sweetheart," Aayla replied with as soft a smile as she could. "What are you doing in here?"

"I-I-I was home… daddy was fighting, a-and we were supposed to evac-evac…" her little features lit up into a frown as she tried to say the word. Aayla felt a painful memory of her visions of the temple massacre, but pushed them to the back of her mind.

"Evacuate?" she asked helpfully.

"Yea, t-that's it." The little girl replied, slowly gaining confidence. "Daddy said he'd met up with us, and we left for the spaceport… but we were taken by bad men in white armour. They herded us into ships and took us to this nasty place. They threw me and mommy into a cage with the rest of us. We were in there for a while, it stank and it was sweaty and someone hit me and it really hurt."

Aayla watched as the girl started to sniffle again, and felt her heart break for her. "Then some droid came. I was taken out of the cell, but mommy tried to stop them. They hit her over the head and she didn't get back up." The girl was crying now, unrestrained. "I want my mommy, I want my daddy!"

The young Jedi reached out to her, and began to rub her back. The girl just sat there, crying for a moment before she flew into her arms and released a body jarring sob. Aayla held the girl, caressing her horned frill to try and calm her. "Hush little one. It's all going to be alright. Hey, how about I make you a promise?"

She looked up at her, tears cascading down her features. She hiccupped her next few words, "A promise?"

"How about, after I get you out of here, we go and find your dad, how does that sound?"

The girl looked her in the eyes. "You mean it?"

"You bet." Aayla replied with a smile. Naruto, if you can hear me get here fast.

The ray shield at the end of their cell deactivated and three IG-series droids filed in, levelling rifles at her and the child in her arms. Aayla looked up at them with a glare of anger, anger which was fuelled as the lead droid spoke. "The child comes with us."

"Oh," she replied, reaching out with her free hand, palm up. "I really don't think so."

There were advantages to being paranoid he supposed. Aayla coming in out of the blue, telling him she needed fresh air and countryside was a little strange, telling him she needed to go alone was stranger.

Naruto felt a little guilty about sending a clone after her to keep tabs, but his fears turned out to be much founded. The clone witnessed her being ambushed and snatched by a bunch of robotic creatures, droids he think she called them. His clone had followed the group back to their base of operations, where he was surprised and dispelled by the blaster fire of another droid.

The first words to come out of the original was something along the lines of 'oh shit' followed by a line of curses his sensei's would frown, or applaud over, depending on who you were thinking off. For example Tsunade would frown when he started cursing in every curse word he had picked up in his twenty three odd years, but Jiraiya on the other hand would clap his hands and give him thumbs up.

The two of them had lived in the capital of Esseles for a little over a week, and had managed to secure a loan under false names and rent an apartment located on the outskirts of the city. They had successfully hidden themselves in the population. Aayla, going by her alter alias Jaayza, had managed to secure a job as a mechanic at a local hover-taxi firm, while he had gained some work as a bouncer in a local nightclub.

All seemed to be going well.

Then she had to go out into the countryside for some 'fresh air' and get herself caught by the private army of some child eating psychopath, granted there was no evidence but rumour, but for something like that he was willing to believe in the worst, it certainly got him out there faster. Sage only knew what he'd do to a grown woman, an extremely hot grown woman. He'd probably have her for breakfast, and get off on it too. So Naruto had done what any red blooded male of his species would have done, ran across the city into the countryside and followed his clone's memories to the villa.

Which was where he was right now, he might add.

Only took him two hours to get out here.

He had to admit he did not see Aayla as the kidnapped, damsel in distress type. He knew for a fact she was capable of either crippling or utterly destroying those Battle-Droids in the same amount of time as it would take him to count from one to five. So why had she not done so? He swore if it was a feeling from the force again he would demand she stop using that energy field and convert completely to using her chakra reserves. No little annoying tug in the back of her head leading her to certain death, just a nice little reservoir of energy she could harness and unleash at will.

Security was tight, there must have been at least a hundred of these lanky droids surrounding the perimeter of his little fortress, he meant villa. But even though Naruto wasn't the stealthiest of opponents he was able to make it up the sheer cliffs to the villa without being noticed, thank the sage for the Tree Climbing Exercise. The man's home was nestled against the side of a mountain, with sheer drops on all sides and only a single pathway barely big enough for a hover-car leading up to the only entrance. Walls protected the main building and courtyard, smooth structures at least ten meters tall and within there must have been at least another unit of between twenty and thirty Battle-droids positioned in the courtyards and balconies.

Looking down at the security Naruto wondered why a man would want to live alone up here, all by himself with his only company being a legion of Battle-droids. He supposed it must be why the man was considered a loon, if the rumours about eating children were true, and if they were true the first thing he would do when he met him was introduce him to a Rasengan to the chest.

But Aayla was in there, and rescuing her came first. Placing his hands together in a cross sign he took a deep breath before whispering the incantation to his favourite brand of Ninjutsu, "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!"

Eight clones came into existence around him, four at either side set up in a battle line formation. The original looked to his left, then his right, a grin on his whiskered features. "Spread out, find Aayla, and if you do find her get her the hell out of here!"

They all nodded, before taking off with chakra propelled leaps. No one seemed to notice them yet, and he guessed Battle-droids weren't quite as good as flesh and blood guards. At least they would have looked up by now.

Naruto began to think, what would be the best way to go about this? He supposed he could make a small army of Kage Bunshin, annihilate the enemy with katana, kunai, shuriken, blasters and elemental Jutsu. It would be flashy, destructive, and probably bring the Imperial garrison and local armed forces down on their heads. He needed something a little less flashy, a diversion perhaps.

He grinned, and spread his awareness out, finding the minds of all eight clones, "Change of plan boys, create a diversion and I'll find her."

There was a chorus of acknowledgement before the clones sprang into action, jumping from their perches right into the courtyards and upper balconies. The droids quickly realised the threat and activated their basic defence protocols. They aimed their blasters and let loss. Naruto frowned at the scene, not expecting a kill on sight order, but his clones rose to the challenge.

He took a deep breath and went through the hand seal for the tiger, "Meisaigakure no Jutsu."

His chakra flared, taking the light surrounding his form and bending it around his body. To the naked eye he was as good as invisible to anyone including, he hoped, droids. Technique done he broke off into a run around the outer wall of the fortress/villa until he reached the section where the defensive wall melded with the rock of the mountain and with a chakra enhanced leap flew across the small courtyard. He performed a somersault and concentrated chakra into the soles of his feet, landing on the smooth white wall of the main structure in a crouch, and began to scale it at a simple walk.

He reached a balcony, and moved inside the villa. The interior was something one would expect from royalty, beautifully tiled floors, and smooth mocha coloured walls decorated with exquisite paintings. A carpet was set out along the centre, royal blue in colour, and the corridor itself seemed more like a cavern than a hallway, five, maybe six meters across with the flat roof held up by meter thick marble stone pillars.

Two clones had just been dispelled from the commotion outside, and Naruto knew he wouldn't have long before his little diversion ended. What to do? Make another one. He created another five clones, who all had a grin to mirror his own. "Alright second wave, find some place full of rare and priceless items and start blowing them up."

"Yes boss," they all roared in agreement before taking off in different directions.

That done he took off down the corridor at top speed, sniffing the air with his upgraded sense of smell to find Aayla's scent. It was here, weak but it was there. He followed it with speed, feeling mixed tingles of relief and fear as it got stronger, he slipped down the banisters of stairs, and found very little in the way of droid security. Another two clones were dispelled outside, and their influx of memories told him why. There were almost three times as many droids out there now as there was before.

By now he was on the bottom floor of the villa, and frowned when after a few minutes of searching he could not find another access further down. Aayla's scent was at its strongest at a turbolift, a peculiar device which allowed a person to travel up and down floors without the need to walk. There was no button for a lower level on the console, so he improvised. Using his chakra enhanced strength to rip open the floor of the lift like a tuna can.

There was at least another three levels below, so with a sigh the blond began to walk down along the walls. She was on the second level down, and so he forced open the lift doors and walked through into a long, dank corridor, with only minimal lighting from dull glow lamps. It sort of reminded him of his own mindscape before he took control of the powers of the Kyūbi no Yoko. Finally he rounded a corner, and frowned.

Crys Taanzer thumbed back a strand of blond hair as she continued to pilot the ship into the lower atmosphere, activating the anti-air guard as they burned their way through the atmosphere of the planet Esseles towards their target. The young pilot kept a steady hand on the control stick of the freighter, keeping her steady.

The ship she was piloting was a good ship, a Maka-Eekai L-4000 Transport known as the Uhumele. She was an old ship of boxy design, but she was also a well kept vessel and had a few defensive modifications which were not in her original schematic. The crew of this vessel was a proper motley bunch, victims from across the galaxy, banded together to help each other.

She knew he was there before he spoke to her, one of the crew's newest recruits, a human like herself with long white hair and rugged features. Dass Jennir had come aboard with a Nosaurian named Bomo Greenbark, both were former Separatist resistance fighters who were lucky to survive the final battles of New Plympto.

Crys had only heard rumours, but she had heard that the Nosaurian army had been murdered to the last man, their family's captured by Clone Troopers and sold into slavery. How true the rumours were. Now the crew of the Uhumele had volunteered to help the Nosaurian get his daughter back. The trail had led them to the slave planet of Orvax IV, where they found that Bomo's wife was dead and his daughter had been taken by a droid working for a man named Dezono Qua on the planet Esseles.

Dass had killed the slaver and they had taken off for the core planet, determined now more than ever to get Bomo Greenbark's daughter back to him. Crys understood his pain better than he could ever have known. She had lost her husband to the Separatists when they attacked their little village, and her son had been taken by the Jedi soon after. For all she knew he was dead too. She was truly a woman with nothing to lose.

"Will we be in position?"

She nodded her head, "Be ready, we land in two minutes, and expect an unfriendly welcome. The bastard has his own personal army of battle droids down there."

"Noted," he replied. "I'll tell the captain."

He turned to leave, but stopped when he heard her voice call out to him. "Be careful ya hear?"

"Always," he replied. "Contact Ko and tell him to be ready to deploy the rear gun turret."

"Will do,"

Dezono Qua was having a very bad day, worst thing was that when he woke up this morning it seemed that today was going to be a very good day. The sun was splitting the heavens, no problems with his security systems and he had just learned that the slave girl he had purchased from his usual slaver on Orvax IV had just arrived last night, ready for his protocol droid, E-10, to cook and serve the child to him.

Dezono was an extremely wealthy man, the last in a line of highly successful merchants whose roots went back thousands of years. He had a lot of money, and was a man who liked his privacy. He was also a man who was able to do anything he pleased, over the years he had bought a number of slaves, mainly children, but also a few adults and had found a very delightful pastime to have his droids cook and serve them to him.

The local authorities were not an issue, over the years he had become one of the main funders to the local police forces, and had even made a few friends in the Esseles government who could make any evidence of his dealings simply disappear, along with the records of anyone he decided to devour.

He looked back as he surveyed the chaos and horror before him, and decided this whole catastrophe began when one of his IG battle droid squads had found and captured a Twi'lek backpacker, a striking young beauty whom he considered perfect for dinner the next evening. At the time he thought his day couldn't possibly get any better.

That was when everything had been shot to hell, literarily.

It started with a commotion outside, a group of identical ruffians were able to sneak into his villa and begin systematically tearing his aesthetically pleasing decorations, fountains, statues, pathways, to shreds. He had ordered his droids to kill the interlopers, but that turned out to do more damage than even the intruders could do. He sent every droid he had out there to kill them, and decided to relax in his private study full of intricate works of art he had collected over the years, paintings, statues, you name it. It was one of the most secure rooms in the villa.

What he had found was so shocking that he felt his mouth hang open like a guppy. There were three more intruders in his private study, armed with blasters, throwing his valuable statues into the air while another one used it for target practise. It reminded him of skeet shooting, only with his collection of highly expensive valuables instead of skeet.

It didn't escape his notice that they were almost identical to the interlopers outside. In fact he couldn't tell them apart at all. They all had blond hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, whisker marks on their cheeks and they were all armed with very deadly looking blaster pistols.

A priceless statue of Empress Teta went soaring into the air, and the central clone drew his blaster with lightning quickness and fired a single shot, hitting the millennia old statue in the abdomen and blasting it into a hundred pieces. "Nice shot man, now it's my turn. You see that one over there, the one that looks like a cross between a toad and a monkey?"

"Yea,"

"Throw it up for me will ya,"

"Sure thing,"

He picked up a small thirty centimetre tall statue of his grandfather and threw it into the air. The other clone copied his formers motion, drawing his blaster and blasting it to shards with a single bolt. Looking around Qua guessed they were at this for a while considering how many pieces of marble and burning portraits were on the floor.

"This is so much fun," the third clone exclaimed in delight, grinning like a child who had found his favourite toy. "Now it's my turn, each of you grab a statue. I bet you I'll be able to blow them both up with a shot each before they hit the floor."

"You're on," the other two were immediately running around, one grabbed a statue of his father, the other bashed open his drinks cabinet with a shattering of glass and pulled out a bottle of Corellian whiskey, 1008 whiskey, the best year the brand had ever had. They threw them in the air in unison and the last clone stood in the centre in almost perfect serenity. The moment he opened his eyes he flew into action, drawing both pistols from his utility belt and firing a single bolt each, blasting both the statue and the priceless whiskey bottle into pieces.

"Hey that's not fair!" one exclaimed, even as Qua felt like crying.

"What do ya mean?"

"You used both pistols!"

"So what, I said nothing about using a single blaster!"

"You cheating son of a-"

"You little bastards," Dezono screamed at last, catching the attention of the three vigilantes in his private chambers. "How could you use such priceless antiques for target practise? Some of these are worth millions of credits!"

"Really," the central one asked with a frown, "this junk!"

"Hold on a minute," the one on the right piped up. "Are you this Dezono Qua guy?"

"Yes," he replied, a little dumbstruck.

"Is it true that you buy kids and eat them?"

He considered against this, but they were going to die anyway. "Not quite, I also eat adults, but children are so much easier to… digest."

The three clones looked disgusted and horrified, and finally the one on the left asked the question, in a small voice, "Why?"

He grinned wickedly, "Because I can."

The central one growled low in his throat, and drew a blaster pistol in a smooth motion, pointing it to his head. "Not good enough!"

Before he could pull the trigger there was a massive explosion which shook the very superstructure of the villa, followed by another, and a third one which tore through the roof of his study, causing its remains to fall on the three interlopers, burying them in debris. Dezono looked on in horror before turning tail and running. Someone was attacking his villa, and he needed to escape.

"So here you are," he said with a smirk. Aayla was sitting within the small opening of what looked like a cell without a barred door, cradling a little reptilian creature in her arms. At the entrance were the sparking wrecks of between three and four battledroids. He walked into the chamber, absently kicking one in the rear and sending it sprawling. "And here I was thinking you'd gone and gotten yourself kidnapped. I was hoping to play the hero recuing the beautiful damsel in distress."

She smiled wryly, "Sorry to disappoint you."

"I mean I had this whole heroic speech planned before I would sweep you off your feet and carry you from this place," he continued a little too dramatically, watching as her smile turned into a frown.

"Okay, I'm sorry for going off without telling you, but you wouldn't have let me go otherwise," she replied.

"You're right, if I had heard of this lunacy I would have tied you to the bed with steel cables. I mean going off on your own to check out a man with an army of battle droids, whose rumours make him out to be a child eating psychopath is like… it's like…"

"Something you would do?" she asked, wry smile returning.

"Exactly," he replied without missing a beat. Then his eyes turned to the small lizard cradled in her arms. It, for he didn't know gender yet, reminded him of a Dinosaur, small in stature, scaly skin a dark amber like colour, a frill of horns stretched from her head with a beak like mouth. The little creature was dressed in a torn light purple dress, and was stirring from her slumber. "So… um, what is that?"

Aayla gave him a piercing look, "Her name is Resa Greenbark and she is a Nosaurian native to New Plympto."

"Thanks for clearing that up,"

"You're welcome,"

By now the child had been awoken from her slumber, and was looking around the dreary cell with blinking dark eyes. She looked at the sparking wrecks of the droids first, then up at Naruto. Her little eyes widened and she began to press herself further against Aayla. The Jedi saw this, and began to caress her frill tenderly, whispering assurances into the frightened Nosaurian child's ear. "It's alright; he's not going to hurt you. He's a friend of mine."

She seemed to relax slightly, but her orbs remained fixated on him. She spoke, voice quivering with fear. "He'd not here to eat me?"

Naruto looked absolutely mortified; luckily Aayla spoke before he could let his mortification be known. "Don't worry; he's not here to eat you. He's here to help me get you out."

Naruto smiled softly, and came down in a crouch, "She's right little one. I'm not here to hurt you. Have you ever heard of the Cavalry coming to the rescue?"

She nodded meekly.

"Well I'm the Cavalry." Naruto said with a smile, "And now it's time for us to leave."

He winced as a sudden influx of memories returned to him, all four remaining clones in the courtyard had just been dispelled simultaneously by what looked like blasts of light from the sky, and another three from the inside of the villa also dispelled when the roof caved in. He felt satisfaction in that they had found a room full of priceless paintings and statues, and were using them for target practise right in front of the evil psychopath himself. "Something's wrong."

Suddenly the entire structure of the level shook violently; dust and pieces of loose granite fell from the walls and a terrible crash assaulted his ears. He looked out the cell and down the corridor in time to see several lights flicker. "What in the name of the Sage was that!"

Aayla was already up and moving to his side, holding the now terrified child in her arms. "This place is under attack. We need to go now!"

"Lead the way."

"Why?" Dass Jennir could find that singular word the only thing he was capable of saying. They had broken through his defences, shattered his droids and reduced his villa to rubble. They had captured the madman before he was able to escape aboard his personal yacht, yet everything they had done had been for nothing, he had killed her. Bomo was looking at the man, skin paling and eyes wide open in pure unadulterated horror. His little girl had been eaten by this man. "Why buy a child just to kill and eat her?"

Dass felt he was no longer looking at a human being, no, looking into this man's heartless, dead eyes he felt like he was looking into the eyes of a monster. He grit his teeth in rage, as a Knight of the Jedi Order he was taught to never let his emotions overtake him, yet just seeing this man tell them what he had done, yet looking ever so smug about it almost put him over the edge. Already he saw the fellow crew of Captain Schurk-Heren's Uhumele slowly reach for their blasters and assorted weapons, ready to kill this man.

Qua smiled, an evil smile if he ever saw one, and answered in a voice full of mocking, "Because I can."

Bomo roared in anger, already fumbling for his blaster, but Jennir beat him too it. The man was so full of hatred, disgust and anger for this supposed fellow member of the human race that he drew his blaster with speed and shot him three times in the chest. The monster fell back, eyes wide open as he hit the ground and lay sprawled.

Bomo Greenbark looked at the body, then at Jennir and released a guttural roar of anger. The Nosaurian grabbed the taller human with unsuspecting strength and started to cry. "What have you done! His death was mine to take, not yours!"

Jennir looked at his friend, face full of sorrow and pity that only drove the Nosaurian further into his anger. "If I let you take his life then you'll be no better than him, it's my burden to bear."

The Nosaurian snarled angrily, "You people have always thought you know best don't you! Always so high and mighty above the rest of us, well blast you Jedi!"

Silence fell across the various members of the Uhumele crew as what Bomo Greenbark said slowly filtered into their skulls. It was Crys who said that word again, as much in disbelief and shock as the other members of the crew, "Jedi?"

Bomo immediately knew his folly, and immediately regretted it. Dass looked at his friend with the same sadness, pity and remorse as ever. Before anyone could speak they heard voices far below, in the central courtyard of the once impressive villa. A feminine voice spoke first, silky and cultured yet with a hint of steel.

"You see, this is why I didn't bring you along," she said with a voice of half mirth and half irritation. "I wanted to simply get in, get the girl, and get out quietly and not bring half the planet's security forces down on our heads. If I brought you along it would have ended up… well… like this!"

The other voice was gravelly, definitely male, and definitely sounding very insulted. "This was not my doing, I swear to the Sage of the Six Paths it wasn't me!"

"Please, there's no one else who doesn't understand the term overkill more than you," the female replied with a little too much mirth. "On Felucia you turned a block of wood wired with thermal detonators into a perfect picture of me, and detonated it in the middle of an Imperial Inquisitorious cadre. This is definitely within your abilities!"

"Yes, it's within my abilities," the male voice allowed. "But this was not my doing. I wanted this to be as quiet as possible. I only created eight clones here to cause a ruckus, then another five to cause chaos in the main house while I went looking for you and your little Nosaurian friend. This was something else!"

Upon hearing the word Nosaurian Bomo ran across the main landing platform, at the top of the now ruined villa and looked over the edge with almost manic eyes. There, walking through the middle of the debris field which was once the main courtyard were two figures. One was a slender Twi'lek with dark blue skin in skin tight leather, and the other was a tall blond human. It was a long way away so he couldn't make out any other features, but he noticed a little bundle wrapped in the Twi'lek females arms.

By now the others members of the crew had caught up with him, including Jennir and Crys and were all looking over the edge at the duo. Bomo spoke, voice dry. "Does anyone have a pair of binoculars?"

Lynaliskar K'ra Snyffulnimatta, known to the crew as Sniffles courtesy of Crys, handed the Nosaurian a pair, and Bomo looked through them to get a better view of what was held in the Twi'lek woman's arms. It was a Nosaurian, half hidden within the folds of a dirty gray blanket, she looked tired and nervous, but he recognised her the moment he saw her.

It was his daughter.

"Resa!"

Author's Note 1: Naruto and Star Wars are the property of Masashi Kishimoto and Lucas Arts respectively. I make nothing from this story.

Author's Note 2: Believe it or not all of the introduced characters are canon, look them up on Wookiepedia if you don't believe me. They are all characters of the comic book series Dark Times, which I was reading until recently. I didn't like the way the story went after they killed my favourite female character of the series, so I stopped reading (It isn't Resa by the way, try again lol). This idea has actually been in my head for a couple of months, since I started writing it down some three or four months ago.

Author's Note 3: Thank god I was able to get this chapter done on time, finished on Sunday, 10:07pm British standard time. I will try and keep the updates weekly, if I fail on that I will try and make them every fortnight, but it's getting a little tougher with University and all. Still I'll try, peace out.