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<blockquote data-quote="ragboy" data-source="post: 1640643" data-attributes="member: 4151"><p>"Blasted Gungan should have stayed in the swamp!" Arani said, slamming her headset against the control panel. </p><p></p><p>"Arani, it was an honest mistake," Sia-Lann said, leaning back in the jumpseat and stretching her back. </p><p></p><p>"That idiot could have gotten all of us killed with that stunt," Arani said, rounding on her companion. </p><p></p><p>"But he didn't, and he learned from his mistake," Sia-Lann stood and slid into the co-pilot's seat. "Toba is a gifted mechanic and he is fiercely loyal to us. He saved our lives countless times over the last month just by being able to fix a speeder or replace a focusing coil on a blaster." </p><p></p><p>Arani simmered, punching up system information on the navcomputer. </p><p></p><p>"What are we arguing about?" Rann said, flopping into a jumpseat.</p><p></p><p>"What do you think?" Arani said as she scrolled through information on her navcomputer screen. "I don't have a lot of time. I have to get that money and now I'm a week behind schedule." </p><p></p><p>"That's what happens when your planet's invaded," Rann said, yawning.</p><p></p><p>"No," Arani yelled. "That's what happens when you put a blasted amphibian in the co-pilot seat."</p><p></p><p>"Hold on," Rann said, standing. "He didn't fly the ship through the entire Trade Federation armada. That was you. We could have waited until things cooled off a little before..."</p><p></p><p>"If you're unhappy with your pilot, I can drop you back off on Naboo," Arani said. </p><p></p><p>"Anything's better than this bickering," Rann growled. </p><p></p><p>"Is it?" Arani stood, facing off with the young Jedi. </p><p></p><p>"What's that?" Sia-Lann said. </p><p></p><p>Arani and Rann turned to the viewport. A small wheeled space station gleamed in the distance. </p><p></p><p>"Vedyll Station," Arani said. "Hopefully they have an astrogation computer." </p><p></p><p>"What do you mean?" Rann asked. </p><p></p><p>"The one I have is busted, Rann," Arani said, sharply. "Haven't we been discussing this?"</p><p></p><p>"Toba didn't have anything to do with that," Rann answered. "You're blaming him for your outdated equipment?" </p><p></p><p>"Guys, guys, come on," Sia-Lann said. "Let's prepare for docking and stop this." </p><p></p><p>Arani slumped down in her chair, and Rann stalked off. </p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p>Toba hefted the last of the empty crates on the lift droid. </p><p></p><p>"What are these?" Rann called from the back of the cargo hold. </p><p></p><p>"Those my junk," Toba said, punching commands into the droid's interface. "Muy spare parts and components." </p><p></p><p>Rann held up a battle droid head. "You kept this stuff?" </p><p></p><p>"Good circuitry in there," Toba said, smiling. "Fixed the ship with some of it."</p><p></p><p>"Aren't you worried that there're tracers or something in here?" Rann said, peering into the severed neck of the droid head. </p><p></p><p>"That model don' have tracer," Toba said. </p><p></p><p>"How do YOU know?" Arani's voice filled the cargo bay. </p><p></p><p>"Arani!" Toba exclaimed. "You scare me." </p><p></p><p>"You brought Trade Fed parts on my ship?" Arani stalked into the cargo bay. </p><p></p><p>"No tracer, Arani," Toba said, waving his hands wide. "I taking them out."</p><p></p><p>"You just said there weren't any tracers," she seethed, pointing her finger at the Gungan's nose. </p><p></p><p>"Droideka have tracer," Toba said, sheepishly. "I taking them out and smash them."</p><p></p><p>"I want you off my ship, Gungan," Arani said. </p><p></p><p>"Arani," Sia-Lann said, walking into the cargo bay. "He's a passenger on this ship, the same as all of us. If Toba says there's no tracers, then there aren't any. We had an agreement. We all get to Coruscant." </p><p></p><p>"I fixing all the ship, Arani," Toba said, brightly. "Weapons not working, though. Weapon systems are....old."</p><p></p><p>"Stay out of my way," Arani said, pushing past the Gungan and stomping down the exit ramp. </p><p></p><p>"She think I breaking the ship?" Toba said. </p><p></p><p>"You just cost her some time, is all," Rann said, lounging on Toba's junk crates. "You can't be blamed for breaking this wreck."</p><p></p><p>"She'll be alright," Sia-Lann said, staring out into the space station. "You did well, Toba."</p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=</p><p></p><p>Sia-Lann had never smelled a space station before, and so far, she hoped never to again. The main ring of the station was as wide as a Theed boulevard, but rather than being airy and deserted, it was packed with vendors of all species hawking their wares. The established merchants sat in cramped booths crowded with all manner of electronics in various stages of disassembly, food in various states of freshness (from living to charbroiled to rotten) and other cast off junk. The latecomers walked the crowded ring with their wares actually slung from their backs or borne by droids or, she assumed, by slaves. These merchants, louder and, Sia-Lan noted, dirtier than the booth variety, mostly sold weapons. Lots of weapons. Though she'd been in the resistance on Naboo for a month, Sia-Lann was still not used to seeing so many weapons in the open, both for sale and slung from practically everyone. At home, only the security forces carried them, though some kept projectile rifles in their homes for hunting.</p><p></p><p>A squat, toothy snouted creature suddenly appeared before her and barked something while holding out a half raw lizard. </p><p></p><p>"No, no, thank you," Sia-Lann said, backing away. </p><p></p><p>The creature barked again and thrust the "food" toward her. Rann stepped between them and gave the creature a little shove. </p><p></p><p>"She said no," Rann said, squaring off.</p><p></p><p>"Snivvan's are always a little pushy when it comes to sales," Arani said, guiding her lift droid past them. "Better to buy it and dump it in the trash." </p><p></p><p>"I take one," Toba said, flipping the Snivvan a credit. </p><p></p><p>The creature looked at the coin and handed Toba three of the smelly creatures.</p><p></p><p>"We need to be careful, Rann," Sia-Lann said. "We can't afford any more problems."</p><p></p><p>"I was trying to help," Rann said. "I couldn't tell what that...creature was doing." </p><p></p><p>"I had it under control," Sia-Lann replied. "You must be more pati...what is it?"</p><p></p><p>Rann's eyes had gone wide over the top of her head. She spun around to see a column of battle droids marching down the curve of the station ring. </p><p></p><p>"Arani! Toba!" Sia-Lann said and pointed. </p><p></p><p>"Blast," Arani breathed. "Let's get back to the ship." </p><p></p><p>The four companions threaded their way through the press of the crowd, Rann nudging those out of the way that needed urging. A wookie with a massive blaster rifle across his back rounded on Rann, growling, as the Jedi attempted to shove past him. </p><p></p><p>"Oh poodoo," Rann said, stepping back quickly. </p><p></p><p>"You should watch where you're going, little one," a voice said near his ear. </p><p></p><p>Sia-Lann slid up beside her friend and addressed the impeccably dressed man. </p><p></p><p>"We are sorry, sir," Sia-Lann said. "In our rush to reach our ship, we have inconvenience you and Mr...." </p><p></p><p>"This is Thuyalla," the man said. "And I am Brumn Finch." </p><p></p><p>"Perhaps you could help us? We require a...diversion." She handed the man a credit chip and pulled her companion after her. </p><p></p><p>The man raised is eyebrows at the approaching battle droids, and then keyed the credit chip's balance. "I see," he said. "I think Thuyalla wouldn't mind a little tussle."</p><p></p><p>"That would be most prodigious, sir," Sia-Lann said, bowing slightly then pulled Rann after her. </p><p></p><p>"Thanking you," Toba said, bowing as he shuffled past. </p><p></p><p>As the companions ducked down Spoke 31 toward the central docking bay, they heard the wookie roar a challenge. A basso honking answered and all was chaos in the station ring. </p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=</p><p></p><p>"That was smooth," Rann said, looking back down the corridor. Even through the blast door, he could hear the ring of blaster fire and the roar of the combatants. </p><p></p><p>"Well, you can't always solve things with your lightsaber, Rann," Sia-Lann smiled, as she pressed the keylock to hatch. </p><p></p><p>All was dark in the docking bay, save for the Polestar's interior lights. Both the Jedi felt an alarming surge within the Force. </p><p></p><p>"Look, Hanjo," a cold feminine voice said. "Jedi puppies and their friends." </p><p></p><p>A tall, thin woman in a close-fitting jumpsuit and a heavy knit poncho stepped out of the shadows under the Polestar. As the light from the open door fell across her face, the companions recoiled. Her skin, a pale shade of pink, seemed to crawl with strange, living tattoos, even darting across her wide red ovid eyes.</p><p></p><p>A short bald man walked out behind her, casting a purple cape off his broad shoulders. </p><p></p><p>"Now, now, Dietre," he said, his voice deep and strong. He fired his lightsaber, a pale pink blade shimmering in the darkness. "She's to be preserved."</p><p></p><p>"Oh, I know that," Dietre said, igniting a red-bladed lightsaber. "But he never said we couldn't have a little fun, first."</p><p></p><p>"This can't be good," Arani said, slipping behind the jamb of the blast door and jerking her pistol from its holster. "So, do you still think that junk ain't traced?"</p><p></p><p>“Nothing in them, I swear!” Toba said, sliding to the other jamb. </p><p></p><p>Rann and Sia-Lann drew their lightsabers as one, sliding into the docking bay and in opposite directions.</p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ragboy, post: 1640643, member: 4151"] "Blasted Gungan should have stayed in the swamp!" Arani said, slamming her headset against the control panel. "Arani, it was an honest mistake," Sia-Lann said, leaning back in the jumpseat and stretching her back. "That idiot could have gotten all of us killed with that stunt," Arani said, rounding on her companion. "But he didn't, and he learned from his mistake," Sia-Lann stood and slid into the co-pilot's seat. "Toba is a gifted mechanic and he is fiercely loyal to us. He saved our lives countless times over the last month just by being able to fix a speeder or replace a focusing coil on a blaster." Arani simmered, punching up system information on the navcomputer. "What are we arguing about?" Rann said, flopping into a jumpseat. "What do you think?" Arani said as she scrolled through information on her navcomputer screen. "I don't have a lot of time. I have to get that money and now I'm a week behind schedule." "That's what happens when your planet's invaded," Rann said, yawning. "No," Arani yelled. "That's what happens when you put a blasted amphibian in the co-pilot seat." "Hold on," Rann said, standing. "He didn't fly the ship through the entire Trade Federation armada. That was you. We could have waited until things cooled off a little before..." "If you're unhappy with your pilot, I can drop you back off on Naboo," Arani said. "Anything's better than this bickering," Rann growled. "Is it?" Arani stood, facing off with the young Jedi. "What's that?" Sia-Lann said. Arani and Rann turned to the viewport. A small wheeled space station gleamed in the distance. "Vedyll Station," Arani said. "Hopefully they have an astrogation computer." "What do you mean?" Rann asked. "The one I have is busted, Rann," Arani said, sharply. "Haven't we been discussing this?" "Toba didn't have anything to do with that," Rann answered. "You're blaming him for your outdated equipment?" "Guys, guys, come on," Sia-Lann said. "Let's prepare for docking and stop this." Arani slumped down in her chair, and Rann stalked off. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Toba hefted the last of the empty crates on the lift droid. "What are these?" Rann called from the back of the cargo hold. "Those my junk," Toba said, punching commands into the droid's interface. "Muy spare parts and components." Rann held up a battle droid head. "You kept this stuff?" "Good circuitry in there," Toba said, smiling. "Fixed the ship with some of it." "Aren't you worried that there're tracers or something in here?" Rann said, peering into the severed neck of the droid head. "That model don' have tracer," Toba said. "How do YOU know?" Arani's voice filled the cargo bay. "Arani!" Toba exclaimed. "You scare me." "You brought Trade Fed parts on my ship?" Arani stalked into the cargo bay. "No tracer, Arani," Toba said, waving his hands wide. "I taking them out." "You just said there weren't any tracers," she seethed, pointing her finger at the Gungan's nose. "Droideka have tracer," Toba said, sheepishly. "I taking them out and smash them." "I want you off my ship, Gungan," Arani said. "Arani," Sia-Lann said, walking into the cargo bay. "He's a passenger on this ship, the same as all of us. If Toba says there's no tracers, then there aren't any. We had an agreement. We all get to Coruscant." "I fixing all the ship, Arani," Toba said, brightly. "Weapons not working, though. Weapon systems are....old." "Stay out of my way," Arani said, pushing past the Gungan and stomping down the exit ramp. "She think I breaking the ship?" Toba said. "You just cost her some time, is all," Rann said, lounging on Toba's junk crates. "You can't be blamed for breaking this wreck." "She'll be alright," Sia-Lann said, staring out into the space station. "You did well, Toba." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Sia-Lann had never smelled a space station before, and so far, she hoped never to again. The main ring of the station was as wide as a Theed boulevard, but rather than being airy and deserted, it was packed with vendors of all species hawking their wares. The established merchants sat in cramped booths crowded with all manner of electronics in various stages of disassembly, food in various states of freshness (from living to charbroiled to rotten) and other cast off junk. The latecomers walked the crowded ring with their wares actually slung from their backs or borne by droids or, she assumed, by slaves. These merchants, louder and, Sia-Lan noted, dirtier than the booth variety, mostly sold weapons. Lots of weapons. Though she'd been in the resistance on Naboo for a month, Sia-Lann was still not used to seeing so many weapons in the open, both for sale and slung from practically everyone. At home, only the security forces carried them, though some kept projectile rifles in their homes for hunting. A squat, toothy snouted creature suddenly appeared before her and barked something while holding out a half raw lizard. "No, no, thank you," Sia-Lann said, backing away. The creature barked again and thrust the "food" toward her. Rann stepped between them and gave the creature a little shove. "She said no," Rann said, squaring off. "Snivvan's are always a little pushy when it comes to sales," Arani said, guiding her lift droid past them. "Better to buy it and dump it in the trash." "I take one," Toba said, flipping the Snivvan a credit. The creature looked at the coin and handed Toba three of the smelly creatures. "We need to be careful, Rann," Sia-Lann said. "We can't afford any more problems." "I was trying to help," Rann said. "I couldn't tell what that...creature was doing." "I had it under control," Sia-Lann replied. "You must be more pati...what is it?" Rann's eyes had gone wide over the top of her head. She spun around to see a column of battle droids marching down the curve of the station ring. "Arani! Toba!" Sia-Lann said and pointed. "Blast," Arani breathed. "Let's get back to the ship." The four companions threaded their way through the press of the crowd, Rann nudging those out of the way that needed urging. A wookie with a massive blaster rifle across his back rounded on Rann, growling, as the Jedi attempted to shove past him. "Oh poodoo," Rann said, stepping back quickly. "You should watch where you're going, little one," a voice said near his ear. Sia-Lann slid up beside her friend and addressed the impeccably dressed man. "We are sorry, sir," Sia-Lann said. "In our rush to reach our ship, we have inconvenience you and Mr...." "This is Thuyalla," the man said. "And I am Brumn Finch." "Perhaps you could help us? We require a...diversion." She handed the man a credit chip and pulled her companion after her. The man raised is eyebrows at the approaching battle droids, and then keyed the credit chip's balance. "I see," he said. "I think Thuyalla wouldn't mind a little tussle." "That would be most prodigious, sir," Sia-Lann said, bowing slightly then pulled Rann after her. "Thanking you," Toba said, bowing as he shuffled past. As the companions ducked down Spoke 31 toward the central docking bay, they heard the wookie roar a challenge. A basso honking answered and all was chaos in the station ring. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "That was smooth," Rann said, looking back down the corridor. Even through the blast door, he could hear the ring of blaster fire and the roar of the combatants. "Well, you can't always solve things with your lightsaber, Rann," Sia-Lann smiled, as she pressed the keylock to hatch. All was dark in the docking bay, save for the Polestar's interior lights. Both the Jedi felt an alarming surge within the Force. "Look, Hanjo," a cold feminine voice said. "Jedi puppies and their friends." A tall, thin woman in a close-fitting jumpsuit and a heavy knit poncho stepped out of the shadows under the Polestar. As the light from the open door fell across her face, the companions recoiled. Her skin, a pale shade of pink, seemed to crawl with strange, living tattoos, even darting across her wide red ovid eyes. A short bald man walked out behind her, casting a purple cape off his broad shoulders. "Now, now, Dietre," he said, his voice deep and strong. He fired his lightsaber, a pale pink blade shimmering in the darkness. "She's to be preserved." "Oh, I know that," Dietre said, igniting a red-bladed lightsaber. "But he never said we couldn't have a little fun, first." "This can't be good," Arani said, slipping behind the jamb of the blast door and jerking her pistol from its holster. "So, do you still think that junk ain't traced?" “Nothing in them, I swear!” Toba said, sliding to the other jamb. Rann and Sia-Lann drew their lightsabers as one, sliding into the docking bay and in opposite directions. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= [/QUOTE]
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