I may not have credited my father of doing much in my early life, but there was one thing he always insisted on. Never start trouble if there was any logical reason not to. And the only logical reason to break into a Sith base? Yeah, there was no logical reason.
Sorry old man, I failed to heed your advice.
The stainless steel halls clanged with the heavy steps of the Sith troopers. I raised my blaster pistol as a group of Sith typed at the data panels like a few Republic fugitives hadn't just broken into the place. Little did they know that an ambush was awaiting them.
Bastila had given me a commlink foraged in some second-hand shop. Ancient tech but hidden from the Sith's radar. She stood opposite from me beside the door to the server room; her dark gray gaze intent. Carth, Mission, and T3-M4 were in the entry hall hacking into the Sith's databases in order to find the codes we needed to get off the planet. Without them, we would be blasted like the Endar Spire's space debris inside the thick Tarisian atmosphere.
Maybe there was a point to this suicide mission after all.
We were on comm silence now. A click from the other side meant that they had succeeded in hacking into the systems. The high-tech astro droid was supposed to be just that, "high tech," but we had been waiting by the server rooms for five minutes doing piss nothing. I was starting to doubt Janice Nall again.
Then, after a decade, click.
Bastila nodded. "On my mark," she mouthed to me.
Fortunately, the Sith still appeared as if they were still unaware of what was about to happen. I counted at least a dozen of these bags of meat, and only a few of them were equipped for battle.
The Jedi brandished the staff of her double-bladed lightsaber and gave me a look. Because she sensed it.
Explosions ruptured from one of the server units onto the five of the Sith. Bastila didn't waste any time and dove through the smoke. What I wanted to know was why she didn't time herself for the more important events like say...a swoop race? She needed to get her priorities straight.
The Jedi used the Force on the first opponent; the Sith flew into the flames of the broken server. I shot at the first Sith that noticed our attack and missed the bastard. My second shot hit but it was too late. The officer screamed out an alert through the clouds of smoke. I thought there had been only a dozen soldiers but there were more apparently.
A hiss. The sound of Bastila's lightsaber caused me to flinch as she attacked the dark-masked soldiers. They never even stood a chance. That and with the element of surprise, they were goners. No wonder why some proclaimed that one Jedi was all an army would ever need.
However, despite her infallibility, a grenade would still deal a lot of damage. To anyone really. I mean, she was made of flesh and bone, right?
I escaped my daze and shot at the Sith grenadier. But no matter how many shots I landed, the armor rippled like water. Shields. Ignoring the other Sith who were preoccupied with Bastila, I shot a few more blasts in order to get the grenadier's attention. But he was too focused on getting rid of the bigger threat. The Jedi.
"Bastila!" I shouted over the chaos.
The Talravin glanced at me for a split second before returning to the battle. She wasn't giving me any attention and neither was she going to spot the grenade that was lobed towards her. She really was absent-minded, huh?
Guess I have no choice. I ran towards her like an insane man then hit a switch at my belt to turn on my shield. Bastila didn't expect me as I tackled her behind a console. Moments later, the explosion wreaked havoc amongst the remaining Sith. The shield and console did very little to screen us from the blast and we were both thrown into the opposite wall like rag dolls. The last of my pathetic shield shattered into nothing.
The shield had screened both of us from the fire though the force of the impact still hurt like all hells. Something cracked in my back and worried that the explosion had broken my spine or something vital. Fortunately, I could feel my limbs. I groaned then found Bastila who looked just as harried. We both got to our feet. I rubbed dirt off my forehead with a smirk.
"Guess this means I really saved you now."
She huffed but didn't deign to respond. Rude.
The surviving console, the main motherboard, had only been burnt on the keyboards. Enough for it to function at least. Bastila spoke into the comm and informed Carth and Mission of our success while I began to loot the Sith of any important keycards or identification.
For some reason, T3-M4 rolled in with a sharp beep of pride.
She flicked the comm button again. "Carth, why did you send T3?"
A long sigh was his response. "The kid—Mission says that the droid could open the elevators to higher floors if they linked the server machines together or whatever..." A pause before the soldier addressed Mission. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about. Anyway...the codes the Mandalorian wants are inaccessible through the main server computers. But, the computer in the governor's office is hidden from the network. It's probably there."
These paranoid Sith. I rubbed my face and was tempted to rip the commlink out of Bastila's hands and give the pilot a piece of my mind.
Fortunately, the Jedi did it for me. "Look, we don't have time, Carth. Is there an easier way to get the codes without risking ourselves further?"
A click. "Without giving this governor a visit? I'm afraid not."
T3-M4 beeped happily again then rolled towards the server and extracted its plug. Astromechs always seemed to want to do things their way despite the apparent danger. As T3 began to work on opening the elevator doors, I pursed my lips at the Jedi.
"Guess we have no choice but to go up."
Might as well get this over with. I pressed the acceptance symbol on the flickering screen as T3 finished his modifications. The elevator on the far side of the room opened and I was the first to enter. I held the door open for T3-M4 who beeped a joy thanks at me. Bastila's hands were growing white from holding her lightsaber too tightly. I raised my eyebrows. Was she actually...afraid? I have seen her angry and maybe even melancholy. Never afraid. I thought this crazy woman had been fearless.
When the elevator door closed, she must have noticed my confusion. "I can sense that something dark is close by."
Now that she says it, a cold wave hung above us like a storm. I gripped my blaster just as tightly as Bastila gripped her weapon and gave the Jedi a weary stare.
"Are you saying...?"
The Sith?
"Just stay back and don't get in the way."
"So, run away is what you're saying?"
"Yes."
I knew my own limitations...maybe. That dark Jedi on the Endar Spire hadn't been a pleasant fellow. I had wanted to run then too.
The elevator shook to a stop. I gripped my blaster with both hands; resolved to defend myself from whatever was past that door. Bastila opened the elevator then lit her lightsaber immediately. Another door barred the way. I was reminded of Trask's sacrifice to that Sith on the Endar Spire. A dark force clouded my senses like a fog and I found it hard to breathe when close to such a power. My hands had begun shaking and I glared into the back of Bastila's pigtailed head. Could we just...turn around? The codes weren't that important, right?
But the Jedi was determined.
T3 opened the locked door and we were met with a bald man sitting cross-legged in the middle of a spacious room. I flinched when his yellow eyes opened.
"Who dares disturb my meditation?" his voice rumbled.
Bastila held her lightsaber up with a challenge. Should I even threaten this man with my worthless pistol? Actually, should I even pick a fight with the Sith to begin with?
The man stood and brandished his own lightsaber with a wide grin.
"Bastila Shan..." The Jedi flinched when the Sith called her by name. "I wasn't expecting you to give yourself up so easily."
She raised her double-bladed saber into a dangerous stance. All the fear melted away from her face after we stepped through the door. I knew it—she was crazy after all.
"I am not here to give myself up. I'm here for the codes," she said.
Yeah, along with me. I'm still here, unfortunately.
The Sith laughed and the dark Jedi unleashed his red lightsaber. Well, I was fucked. If Bastila went down, I would go down with her. She really hated me, didn't she? Instead of ordering me to stay behind, I had to come along with her. Why didn't she bring Carth instead? He was better bait for sure.
Then, the Sith's yellow gaze met mine. That gaze caused me to freeze with a sensation that felt like little kinrath spiders crawling all over my skin. That look was not pleasant at all. Please stop looking at me...
His thin lips formed a smile. "Who would have thought another Force adapt could be found on this insignificant planet? I thought all the other Jedi perished—"
Bastila shouted as she used the Force to push at the Sith. The pale man resisted the attack then pounded his blade into Bastila's in a strange dance. I raised my blaster up then down again with hopeless puzzlement. They were moving too fast. I had no guarantee that I wouldn't shoot the Jedi accidentally. Bastila weaved in and out of the dangerous dance like a grandmother's fast knitting and the Sith taunted her with the flicks of his red saber.
"Your 'talent' is no match for the power of the dark side!" he shouted.
Oh, shut up.
Instead of listening to Bastila's advice of staying back and not getting in the way (like a sane person would), I made for the computer that had the codes to get us off of this backwater planet. If Bastila was overmatched then at the very least we could have the option to run away.
The astromech droid screeched in alarm and rolled back in forth in a panic. At least T3 was smart enough to stay back. I sure didn't want to be tripping over an astro during a fight. I ignored the sparks in front of me as I slapped the damn machine over and over as it turned on. Why were these computers so damn slow? What type of commandeered Republic base was this? These incompetent—
A force more powerful than the wind shoved me aside like a rag doll into the opposite wall. Wounds I didn't even know I had pained my chest. The Sith had plunged his saber into the wall next to me only missing me due to the Force shoving me away. I gaped.
"You idiot!" Bastila slammed her blade down again only to miss. "I told you to stay back!"
The Sith grinned. I think he saw the obvious weakness in our team. Me.
Before I could dive away, two blades locked together a foot above me. The heat warmed my face and the sparks danced above my head like the stars. Through the glare of the beams, the Sith's yellow eyes met mine again.
Without warning, he extinguished his saber and jumped. High. Extremely high—as if there had been no gravity. Ironically, the other side of Bastila's saber descended on me. I think I lost a few hairs when she pulled back.
"Watch it!" I shouted at her.
"If you had stayed back, I wouldn't have had to!"
Before I could argue back, the Jedi was flung onto the wall beside the computer console. Her head collided with the edge of the console and she collapsed in a painful heap. The staff flew into the hands of the Sith who ignited it only meters away. I raised my shaking blaster as I watched Bastila's prone form. Come on, get up!
My heart stopped when the Sith turned to me. This bastard. This good for nothing kriffing bastard.
He chuckled as he twirled the golden blades. "Yes...I can sense your fear. Feed on the hatred and anger within yourself. Call upon the power of the dark side." My pistol was thrown out of my hands like it was a piece of innate plastic. "But even that cannot save you now."
What was I going to do? There was no hope that I could get out of this alive without Bastila's help. Even if I hated to admit it.
As if to mock me, he lifted the blade to my neck. "It's too bad that you were not a Sith yourself. You feel...powerful. I would have actually enjoyed this."
The air stirred. My vision blurred. I ducked mere milliseconds before he swiped at me with the double-bladed saber. That first attack must have been a tease for he put all of his power into the next swipe. Somehow, I managed to dodge that as well. And the next one caused his red lightsaber to skid on the metal walls.
"You cannot run away forever!"
How was I still dodging these attacks? I should be dead by now. I pulled myself onto my feet with the computer unit in order to avoid a vertical slash. Fortunately, he had to use each saber one at a time or else he would chop his own arm off. He obviously had no idea how to duel wield.
He swiped the saber low and I was able to jump over it like a rope. Despite avoiding his attacks like I was a fly being swat at, my body was growing heavy with fatigue. I couldn't keep this up for long. Bastila was on her knees when I ducked and crawled under the desk after the lightsaber became stuck in the wall again. Why didn't he just use the Force on me? I would have been dead by now.
Probably because he was still, for some reason, taunting me.
The Sith abandoned Bastila's lightsaber in the wall. Finally, he used the Force on my hiding place and held me still with that power. I struggled, but it was no use. I couldn't move. A red light descended and I closed my eyes. There was no way I was going to dodge that. Here I come hell.
There was heat near my face but no burning sensation. I opened my eyes to find the Sith struggling against nothing. His yellow eyes had widened and his saber was shaking as if some unknown force held it in place.
He didn't even shout when he was thrown across the room. I jumped to my feet then spotted Bastila as she grabbed her saber staff with a flick of her wrist.
I think she enjoyed gutting him.
The Tarisian sun reflected its rays off the smooth glass of Kang's "palace" as the early morning annoyed the workman and rose a finger up to the hungover. In any other situation, our group would have looked annoyed and hung over. Skyscrapers like that were usually meant for thousands of people. Rich people. The crime lord could afford to be lavish and pigheaded to hoard that entire thing for himself.
When the Mando pointed out the "mansion" with that description, I rolled my eyes. Carth was miserable beside me as usual and Bastila sat across from me—staring out at the small traffic of this planet.
We met with Canderous at the cantina that morning with the intention of beginning "the plan." Mission didn't come with us since she was exhausted after spending a whole night hacking Sith computers like she was a keyboard. She spent a good few minutes yelling at Carth for making her look like a little kid or something. But, when we made it to the apartment, she collapsed like a sack of spices onto her bed. The little kid was asleep in the other bed and the Wookiee was reclined on the couch with his mess of food.
The place that Canderous flew us to reminded me of Senator landing pads from Coruscant. The pad hovered near the opened side of the skyscraper as Canderous landed the speeder. T3-M4, who was the only one enjoying the ride, beeped disappointingly when Canderous stopped the engines.
The Mando opened the doors of the speeder with a flick of a lever. He approached the entrance of Davik's estate without waiting for us to tag along. Bastila huffed something inaudibly and Carth had a forever shadow hanging over his face. Why was everyone so low? Everyone needed T3's energy. And outlook.
When I stepped onto the metal of the landing pad, I realized why the two were so down. The mental and physical pain caught up to me and my shoulders sank along with my expression. That fight with the Sith required a small dose of kolto that ate up the last of the Jedi's reserves of emergency credits. We were broke and tired following a bloodthirsty Mandalorian into the den of a megalomaniac. We really were desperate.
Once we took the Ebon Hawk and flew away into space, I would be free. That was the only motivation that spurred me to walk after Canderous Ordo.
The three of us plus droid entered the cool speeder bay.
Canderous tapped his foot as we approached. "Unfortunately, Davik isn't awake. And he doesn't like being disturbed."
Though it sounded like he didn't give a damn if we waltzed into his room at all. But we had to play things safe.
With that, we were led out of the speeder bay and into the large foyer. Monster heads with plaques hung across the walls. Kinrath spiders, banthas, rancors. I smirked at Carth then pointed a thumb at a beheaded rakghoul. Of course, he didn't respond to that observation and instead slid against the wall without hundreds of alien heads. T3 rolled next to the Jedi then chirped before shutting his red light off. Bastila leaned against a pillar with closed eyes. Probably doing some Jedi thing or other. Hopefully, she wouldn't overhear us.
Carth glared when I sat down next to him.
"What do you want?"
"Just wondering if you had any other paranoid questions for me," I said with a smile. "Seeing as we're about to meet the King of Smugglers."
His hand clenched his thigh and turned his body away.
"Look, I'm too tired to be fighting with you right now. Just forget it alright?"
I peered closer at him but he still stared hard into the ground. He really was trying to avoid me...
"I'm always up for a good fight."
"You know my reasons for not trusting anyone. Especially you." He sat up finally and gave me a hard stare, not one of those wavering ones he liked to give me ever since yesterday afternoon. "You know, I'm not all that surprised that you're a smuggler. Explains a lot."
I lifted an eyebrow.
"Really? Explains what?"
I was innocently curious. Nothing more.
After living in Hoth's tundra for years, Carth unfroze that frown of his and smiled. "Well, you're rather tenacious for one and you have questionable morals. At least, that's what I thought before you rescued the Wookiee and that kid. Then you raced to save Bastila. Which only makes me confused. Whose side are you on exactly?"
I burst out laughing. T3 jumped on again while Bastila opened her eyes to glare at me.
"Are you serious? Do you think everyone in the freaking galaxy is as invested in this war as you are? I'm not on a side. Actually, that's a lie. I'm on my side. It's the only side that matters."
The pilot gaped at me and I wasn't sure why. He wanted the truth, right? So I gave him that harsh reality. There was no point in dancing around the fires with him anymore.
He rubbed the back of his head then chuckled. "Why am I surprised? Fine. I will concede with you on that point if you want. But still, it's a bit odd that you—a smuggler—were added to the roster last minute for some unknown reason and also happened to survive the crash."
"You'd rather I didn't? You could have left me to burn if you wanted to."
He scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. You've more than proved yourself after rescuing Bastila. We wouldn't even be here if you didn't work with the Mandalorian. But..."
"But what?"
He searched the monster heads—appearing as if he didn't know what he wanted to say.
"It's just—why would the Jedi even care about a Republic criminal like you? Why would they bring you with them on this mission?"
I think I was supposed to be offended. Other than that, Carth was right. It was strange that the Jedi, not the Republic, dragged me onto the ship for no other reason except that I spoke many languages. So far, I've only had to understand Shyriiwook, Twi'leki, Rodian, and Huttese. Those weren't languages that any other scout or Jedi could understand.
My forehead creased. Bastila stood by the pillar—peacefully ignorant to our conversation. What was she hiding? And what had this supposed "mission" even been before it was foiled by the Sith? What was the point?
Great. I was starting to think like Carth. Not a good thing.
I glared. "Should asking these paranoid questions matter right now?"
He grew red. "Of course it matters. It always matters. And I'm not being paranoid. You being here is one big coincidence. But, since I don't believe in coincidences—"
Bastila opened her eyes then marched towards us.
Here we go...
"We have to hurry. I sense—"
However, before she could tell us what that was, the door opened. A gray-haired, purple-armored man stepped past the threshold.
Davik Kang.
"Well, well, well. The rider who won the big swoop race. Canderous has been talking so much about you. Very impressive...especially the battle afterward."
I smiled at Bastila who looked...afraid? What now? T3-M4 beeped awake and rolled to Bastila's side. Hopefully, Davik wouldn't ask any questions about that astro droid that looked strangely similar to the same droid he ordered months ago.
Carth and I flinched when a familiar figure stepped into the foyer with Davik. Calo Nord—that psychopathic bounty hunter. Since I couldn't see his eyes, I had no idea what sort of look he was giving us in return. I'm pretty sure he recognized Carth since I had been wearing that Sith armor before.
He sniffed before addressing the Mando. "I didn't know you went soft, Canderous. I thought you didn't want partners. Didn't you say you could take the Vulkar's base on your own? What happened to that?"
Canderous sneered. "Shut your mouth, Calo."
Davik waved. "Enough, enough. Please, no fighting. I don't want my two best men killing each other." The crime boss glanced around before giving Carth and Bastila a look. "So, is he is your bodyguard? Ah, and is this your prize? Why don't you have her chained up?"
The Jedi crossed her arms then glared at Davik.
"I am not a—!"
Before she said anything stupid, I covered her mouth with a smile.
"Heh, heh, no worries here! She's compliant around me. I have that charm you know. Women can't resist me."
The Jedi rolled her eyes as the crime lord nodded. "Yes, I understand. Too many of my more...intimate slaves don't need the motivation of restraining collars to do their work. If you know what I mean."
I smiled crookedly towards Bastila and her eyes were completely mortified. When Davik left I released her mouth, wiping my hand on my pants, my cheeks hurting from the wide smile I was giving her.
She walked past me, out of character as an "intimate slave" under my orders.
The crime lord led us into the "throne room" of his palace. Davik talked on and on. I wouldn't be surprised if he liked the sound of his own voice. With grand waves of his hand, he mentioned how great working with the Exchange was. Since I already worked for them before, I knew most of what he mentioned was utter bullshit. I mean...fairly treated staff? Large payments? If that was true, I would be living on Alderaan feasting on nerf steak while being waited on by sexy Twi'leks. Not stuck here on Taris with an annoying chastised Jedi and her paranoid soldier.
So far, the Jedi seemed to not like the idea of being treated like a prize. I had to walk past her twice in order to continue the ruse. She would have sucked as a smuggler. My look in her direction didn't seem to communicate that same message despite her ability to read my mind previously.
"And here are your quarters." We stopped in some desolate hallway not far from the "Throne Room." Why did he have a throne room? Davik continued. "Until your background check is complete, you cannot leave this hall under pain of death. There are a few slaves at the end of the hall to attend to your needs until then. What do you say? You like what you see?"
And I would have had to be stupid to say no. After giving the crime lord my answer, both he and Calo Nord left. However, before the bounty hunter left the hall, he gave me a lingering look.
Was there something on my face?
But, like an antisocial teenager, Calo Nord twirled away without a word.
I opened the door to our room and Canderous led us inside. T3 rolled past me and into the room, making himself at home.
"We're in. Finally. Davik talks for too long."
Bastila looked pissed. Was she still upset about the slave thing? Did she want us to be caught or something? Fortunately, she calmed when she collapsed on the tan couch, looking out the window into the sunrise. Instead, she looked afraid again as if something was about to happen.
"We don't have much time..." she said.
I wondered what she was looking at before I saw the Sith fleet. They were still horrifying to look at but...something was different. Something...dark. I scrunched my eyebrows as I peered out and glanced behind me towards the Jedi.
"What?"
She met my gaze. "I can feel...intense rage. Malak wants to destroy. All of it."
Carth shook his head in disbelief.
"Just like Telos."
Shit. They were going to bomb Taris? Why? There were some Sith still on the ground! My gaze misted as I stepped away from the window. I rubbed my forehead as another headache cropped up. Bastila rushed the Mandalorian.
"We need to go. Now."
Canderous held up his hands.
"Now, now. We can't rush on a feeling. Davik has guards posted all throughout the manse. We have to wait until lunch break before we can strike. The fewer amount of people we run into, the better chance we have of getting the Hawk's codes and escaping alive."
"Do you think this is a game?" The Jedi stepped closer to the Mandalorian. "Malak could attack now and all of it would be for nothing."
"Sure, but if we rush in there then all we're going to do is alert Davik that we're trying to steal his ship. Once he finds out, he'll change the codes and we'll have no chance of escaping ever."
I raised my hands, trying to placate them. "Okay, okay...so, we wait. What do we do in the meantime?"
Canderous smirked.
I have been waiting too long for this moment.
Gone were my tense muscles and lingering fatigue. Gone were the aches that I acquired in my upper back and lower ribs. Gone was the stress of having a Jedi breathing down my neck.
Well...almost.
"What are you doing?"
A voice shrilled above me that sounded a lot like one of my inner consciousnesses. The one that was boring.
The Twi'lek stopped massaging my shoulders. I frowned then lifted my head to glare at the Jedi's interruption.
"What does it look like?"
The Jedi crossed her arms, huffing.
"How typically male. You do realize that we have more important things to do."
I yawned. "It's lunch break already?"
"No, but—"
"Then why are you bothering me?"
I went to lay back down but the annoying brunette Jedi stepped into my field of view. "After you went galloping off with Canderous, we've been wondering where you've been for the past hour now. For all we knew, you could have died."
I smirked as I stretched my neck in new ways it never has before.
"So, you missed me?"
The Jedi slapped the massage table. "Do you even realize how much trouble we are in? And getting a massage when the situation is life and death—"
"And a bath. That was pretty relaxing too. You want to take one? We have an hour left."
The Jedi was like an uncapped rocket about to burst. Since the Twi'lek wasn't returning to the relaxing treatment, I rose from the massage bed. As I rolled my shoulders, Bastila's face went red as she stared at my naked chest. A smirk grew on my face as she stormed away without another quip.
How typically female.
After thanking the Twi'lek, I dressed then left the warm massage parlor. Bastila stood next to the door tapping a rushed foot. Red lingered on her face as I shoved a jacket sleeve over my arm.
Canderous was still getting a relaxing treatment and I suddenly grew jealous that he didn't have some nagging Jedi on his ass.
Carth rose his brow at me when I sauntered out. "Come on, I like a massage as much as the next guy, but we are not exactly on vacation here."
I shrugging my now tender shoulders. "We could die today. Better to go relaxed and pleased than stressed and tired."
The pilot rubbed his forehead.
"You know, what was I expecting you to say?"
"Words of wisdom that could improve your dull existence?"
"That's exactly what I thought you were going to say..."
Bastila was still staring at me with those gray eyes of hers. I ogled back and she huffed in response then marched past us with long strides.
"Someone get Canderous. We need to go," she ordered.
Wonder why she didn't storm in on him like she did for me? I decided not to tease the Jedi for once. We had a ship to steal after all.
After Carth beckoned for Canderous, the Mando stomped out of the massage room while cracking his neck.
"Don't tell my wife about this. She already has enough reasons to kill me."
I raised my eyebrows.
Wife?
I didn't have time to ask him to elaborate when the Mando left down the hall towards our room.
It was not lunch break yet despite Bastila's impatience. We had another hour of waiting in fear and anticipation. Spinning my lucky coin around on the table soon became as interesting as a white-collared executive from Corellia. I longed for the massage that Bastila took from me. At least there I could ignore this impending feeling of doom. I also longed for my Pazaak deck. We could have played a few rounds to kill time. Not for money of course since all of us were broke.
T3 had shut off and Bastila steamed in the corner. Did I ruin her Jedi abstinence with a single look? Meanwhile, Carth was the drowsy house feline and watched the window. His eyes never left the dark dots of the Sith fleet. Canderous paced the room nervously.
Finally. Lunchbreak. A buzz pierced the comms in the room, indicating that it was time to go to the mess halls. We had no idea what to do next except for the Mandalorian. Of course.
"Getting in will be easy," Canderous said. "Trying to avoid tripping security won't be. Once we enter the hanger, we will have no other option but to make a run for it. I assume all of you have weapons?"
The fifth pistol I've had this week. The Mando nodded his head when Carth and Bastila eyed their own hidden weapons. "If what you said about the Sith fleet is true, then they'll be bombing Taris soon. We'll need to hurry and get to the Ebon Hawk before Davik gets his hands on it."
Truly, a cruel way to describe the future destruction of billions.
Ordo opened the room doors. The hall was always silent except for the few cleaning droids swept by. We left our boredom prison and rushed down the hallways with soft feet. I could tell Bastila wanted to sprint instead. Honestly, I wanted to do the same. I was tired of Taris, I wanted to see the vacuums of space once again. I was born to travel the galaxy, to be free amongst the stars.
Ugh...that almost sounded poetic. My brain went soft along with the massage treatment. I guess that was the only negative side effect.
The hanger was just past the "Throne Room" and through another hallway. Using T3, we were going to hack and dispose of the Hawk's shields and climb aboard, flying away into space. Just saying it made the task sound so easy but believe me, it was nothing but.
A few blaster shots after minutes of walking around the dubbed "forbidden zone" and we were caught by lounging Rodian and human Exchange workers. Fortunately, none of them had a comm in hand. They wouldn't have been able to use one anyway since Canderous was so quick with that heavy weapon of his. Bastila threw one of the men like flimsy plastic into live electric circuits. I didn't even move to attack, that was how capable these two were. Carth sighed while shoving his blasters back into their holsters.
The "Throne Room" was suspiciously empty. The next hall had either two incapable interns in crime or the janitors. Either way, they didn't stand a chance against Canderous who didn't even give the Jedi the opportunity to use her Force powers.
This was...too easy.
I have a bad feeling about this.