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A Smuggler's Intervention

Republic Space





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After Borjo's betrayal and subsequent death, I took to running spice for Zaragga. She was just as ugly, but she paid better, though that was on account of the larger shipments.

There was a greater risk involved now, but as I said, the creds were good, and the spice was even better. And I didn't have to worry about that dopa-meekie sleemo Borjo.

All in all, I was happy, or as close to happy as a spice-addicted, thought-hearing empath could be. Beggars can't be choosers, right?

"Rex, set a course through Republic Space. And don't do anything to draw attention to us - I still haven't forgotten that debacle on the way to Ryloth."

Rex beeped his apologies, promising to adhere to the standard hyperspace protocols. That damned droid was too smart for his own good, but I couldn't bring myself to wipe his memories. He was one of my only friends.

How depressing.

The blackness of space brightened to dazzling beams of blue light as I engaged the hyperdrive, and I settled in for the ride. Moments later, we dropped out of hyperspace in the deep core, not far from Coruscant. Red lights blinked on the far console.

The drive was down.

It was that stupa T9's fault. His experimental hyperdrives never worked, but he insisted on installing them anyway, even going behind my back after I ordered him not to.

Between me and him though, we were the best mechanics on this side of the galaxy. I would be out of Republic space in time to catch my favorite holo-drama.

I had about ten tons of spice hidden on board, as well as 72 tons of legal fare - droid parts, food, water, raw materials, and other unmentionables - in case I got stopped by the Republic. If I was to get flagged, no inspector would find a thing amiss aboard my ship, save for the stench of spice in my quarters, if I was fool enough to let them check there.

I just never anticipated being inspected by Jedi.

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dopa-meekie sleemo - double crossing slimeball.

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Iella E`Ron
It is good to be back in the seat of an A-Wing, it had been some time since she sold her stolen one from the Republic, to leave Tatooine with her now Master. Ironic really. But she missed it, so she convinced the Jedi Explorers Corps to lend her one, to "keep up her skills", as she put it. She can be very persistent when she wishes to be. Having some time off from training as her Master is busy with Jedi Council business and training other Padawans, she took the opportunity to take flight.

As the fighter jumped out of hyper space on the edge of the Coruscant system, an alarm sounded as the sensor array detected a ship. The control panel showed that ship about 200km directly in front of her and stationary. She engaged the sublight engines and approached it. Unusual for a ship to be in these parts, as it is a military zone.

Iella engaged the scanners targeting the ship for an aggressive scan, the report show one life form, energy reading of two droids and heavy with cargo. The readout for the cargo inconclusive. Hmmm. The diagnostic show the ship disabled, the hyperdrive off line.

"Unidentified ship, you have entered restricted space, please state your business!", she hailed it and primed the weapon array. As she approached .. a small grin formed on her face, a smugglers ship, she thought, after all .. it takes one to know one. Well she is not a smuggler anymore, but the knowledge is still there....


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@[member="Iella E`ron"]

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Rex noticed the blip on the sensors first. He relayed the warning over the com system, beeping incessantly. He was worried he would be disassembled if we were to get caught, and suggested stalling for time until T9 could repair hyperdrive.

It was a sound idea in theory, but this deep in Republic space was no place to be starting an intergalactic chase. Aside from the fact that the next two checkpoints were in Republic Space, they'd broadcast my ships designation across the whole damn galaxy to track me down. I wouldn't be able to fly. I wouldn't be able to smuggle.

No, we definitely weren't going to flee.

I approached a console in the hall leading from the cargo hold to the cockpit, activating the com.
"Just be cool, Rex. We've been inspected before. Let me do all the talking."


I had left T9 working on the hyperdrive, confident he could finish the job on his on. As I was making my way back to the cockpit, a voice sounded over the com system.

"Unidentified ship, you have entered restricted space, please state your business!"​
I climbed into the cockpit, dropping into my seat with an umph. I leaned back abd kicked my feet up on the dashboard, as calm as the smoothest galactic winds. "Watch how a pro operates, Rex. You might learn a thing or two." I engaged the com.

"This is Captain Kale Arkin of the Star Spinner. I'm just transporting some goods along the Corellian Run - foodstuffs, droids, water - the usual fare. I'm having some hyperdrive problems, but those should be solved shortly, and then I'll be out of your hair and on my merry way."


I felt a weird sensation in my gut, like I'd eaten a steaming plate of Bantha poodoo. I assumed it was just indigestion.

Later, I would recognize the feeling for what it was.

A warning.
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poodoo - fodder

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When we left off, Iella had given Kale orders to land on Coruscant for repairs. Suspicious of his intentions, Iella used the Force to look beneath the underneath and discern the truth of their encounter.
The game is afoot.
I'll post, and then we can get things back on track.
 
Iella E`Ron
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A small smile formed on her face as the Captain from the Star Spinner replied. Nice name for a ship, she thought. However, she also looked over the report from the scanners again, the ship is far to heavy to be transport the cargo he assured her he had on board. No, she knew that there is more to this story then he is letting on, and to be honest she would not expect him to tell her. At least it is not transporting slaves as he is the only life form detected.

"Captain Arkin, I am Padawan Iella E`ron from the Jedi Order", she patched through a set of co-ordinates to the Jedi Naval Dock Yards along side the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

"I can not leave you in restricted space, I assume your sublight engines are operational. Please descend to the co-ordinates I have patched through, Orbital Security will be here soon and will board your ship and take you in for questioning as to why you have entered this zone regardless of your hyper malfunction", she knew he would get the message that if he is transporting other goods then, they would find them eventually. "It would be remiss of me not to offer help to you as a Jedi, the Order's ground crew will see to your ship, I strongly suggest you take my offer". She said more firmly.

The white threads from her Aura stretched out toward the ship, she focused on the life form in the ship searching .. .. .. she centered her mind's eye on him and sensed him. He has bugs in the blood, she joked to herself. She could sense that he is strong with the force, but ... wild, and something is blocking him. She made no attempt at hiding her "scan"
 
@[member="Iella E`ron"]​
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"Captain Arkin, I am Padawan Iella E`ron from the Jedi Order."​
A Jedi? I had to admit, I was curious. I'd never seen a Jedi before. In my line of work, I hadn't many opportunities to run across run one. Coordinates appeared on the nav screen, and I tried not to groan. She was forcing me to land.

"I can not leave you in restricted space, I assume your sublight engines are operational. Please descend to the co-ordinates I have patched through, Orbital Security will be here soon and will board your ship and take you in for questioning as to why you have entered this zone regardless of your hyper malfunction."​

How lovely. I was sure they wouldn't find the spice though. Those 'unmentionables' I mentioned earlier? It's fertilizer - thirty tons worth. Good, rich, fertilizer. Bantha poodoo, in other words. Thick, stinking manure. The spice was in vacuum sealed packs hidden in the midst of the fertilizer, literally buried in the stuff.

I considered it a rather ingenious idea. No one wanted to go sifting through poodoo.

No one.

"It would be remiss of me not to offer help to you as a Jedi, the Order's ground crew will see to your ship, I strongly suggest you take my offer."​
From the tone of her voice, I could tell she didn't want to be trifled with. But really, if she wanted to 'help' me, she'd fly off and mind her own business. "I can fix my own ship," I replied over the com, "but thanks for the offer." I turned to Rex. "Go on. Take us down."

Rex motioned to engage the sublight engines when I felt something odd. Something very odd.

It was sort of like that prickly sensation you get when someone's watching you, only this went much deeper than that. It was like someone was watching me from inside me, and naturally, I freaked out.

"Choy sa da? Choy noleeya ta kark sa da?!" It was the Jedi. I didn't know how I knew, but I knew. I wanted her to stop. It was too... intimate. Like she was looking at the real me.

I pushed the com as Rex descended to the planet. "You using your freaky Jedi powers on me, Padawan Iella?"

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Choy sa da - What is that?
Choy noleeya ta tark sa da - What in the 'expletive' is that
 
@[member="Kale Arkin"]

"Reverse the scenario here, would you not do the same?", she replied. Her ship behind his now as the two descended to the planet surface, the skylanes will not be a bother to them, as they are restricted in the area around the Jedi Temple and the Naval Yards. Permission to land is granted, Iella informing them of the "Star Spinner" arrival. She informed the ground crew to service the ship which would include refueling, but not to board it. She would give the Captain leave to run repairs on his without harassment, for the moment. She left the communication link to the ground crew open and linked the "Spinner", in order for it's Captain to hear and rest easy.

"Captain Arkin, when we land please exit your ship and report to me. I shall give you an apology for my intrusion personally", she said, as her ship fell behind his as escort.

@[member="Kale Arkin"]
 
@[member="Iella E`ron"]​
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"Reverse the scenario here, would you not do the same?"​
No, I wouldn't do the same. It was an unwritten rule amongst smuggler's to mind your own business. If you went sticking your nose in other folk's business, you could mess around and get it chopped off.

I was rather attached to my nose.

I didn't bother to respond to her question, still weirded out by her Jedi mumbo-jumbo. Instead, I rested my head against the console and let loose a long, self-pitying sigh. Just my luck to get caught by a Jedi. Let the spacers on the Outer Rim tell it, the Jedi were the most rule-abiding bunch in the entire galaxy. They'd probably insist on a thorough search, and waste a great deal of time doing so. Time of delivery was factored into my pay, and Zaragga was already a cheap sleemo. She wasn't as bad as Borjo, but I certainly wasn't taking in the premium.

Damn Hutts. They were a miserly bunch, the whole kriffing lot of them.

Iella's voice sounded once again over the com. Outside the ship, I saw the massive plastisteel and duraplast buildings common on Coruscant, the peaks of the buildings so tall they were almost visible from space. Gleaming chrome dominated the skyline, giving the planet an almost robotic feel. There was too much metal... and way to many people. If not for the spice, I'd have been going loca. As it were, I could here a faint whisper at the edge of my mind, easily ignorable through the haze of my thoughts.

"Captain Arkin, when we land please exit your ship and report to me. I shall give you an apology for my intrusion personally."​
Apologize personally, huh? Well, in that case, "If your face is as pretty as your voice, I'll look forward to it."
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sleemo - slimeball
kriffing - expletive-ing
loca - crazy
 
@[member="Kale Arkin"]

Iella could see the yards now and with deft skill, landed, she placed the A-Wing back where she had found it. The cockpit canopy opened and she uncliped the harness and stood up dressed in her Jedi Order embossed flight suit, she removed her helmet and tucked it under her arm. She quickly threaded her fingers through her hair to loosen it a bit, slightly matted due to the helmet, she hated that. She turned to see the Spinner coming in and smiled. Something tells me this will be interesting, she thought.

She jumped down to the landing pad and immediately went over to the ground crew waiting for Captain Arkin's ship. She greeted them with a smile, and watched as they prepared the fueling system and rolled out the diagnostics and analysis equipment. Iella went to the chief and spoke, "Take your time with this .. I need to speak to the Captain. There is a problem with the hyperdrive, but don't board his ship. But ... "find some" wrong and delay him". She did not elaborate on the why's.

Iella began to walk toward the Spinner as it landed.
 
@[member="Iella E`ron"]​
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"T9? I want us outta here in 15 minutes tops," I announced over the com. "You copy?" I heard his responding beeps of acquiescence, then made my way to the cargo hold, boots thudding loudly against the durasteel floor panels. The corridor to the cargo hold was long enough that I had time to to consider and reconsider my predicament a half dozen times. Soon, foreign entities would be invading my ship, and there was a chance, however, slim, that they might find the spice. I wasn't nervous, per say, but the turn of events had left me slightly agitated.

Grounded on Coruscant with illegal goods and a spice addiction? Yeah, I was definitely agitated.

I weaved between the numerous vats and crates in the cargo hold to stand before the boarding ramp. Here goes nothing. I brushed the bangs back from my forehead and activated the ramp, letting out a breath as the naval yard was slowly revealed by the lowering door. Coruscant's air swept into the hold, thick and metallic, and I almost wanted to gag. How many people lived on the planet now? A trillion?

I stepped out onto the landing pad, eyes scanning the dock workers for Iella. I was looking for a pretty face, hoping beyond hope that at least something about this planet might be worthwhile. The smell certainly wasn't. It wasn't any worse than Tatooine, but I was used to the smell of dirt and Hutt.

I spotted a blond making her way toward my ship from amongst the ground crew, and couldn't help but smile. She was even prettier than I'd imagine... but then I remembered she was a Jedi, and my smile faltered. They didn't do attachments, did they? Or maybe that was only a rumor? Beyond her, I noticed the dock workers mounting up to re-fuel and analyze my ship.

"She takes premium," I yelled to them, stepping down from the landing pad. Iella was close now, and unbidden, my smile returned. Achuta, Iella. Maybe it was the spice affecting me, or maybe I was just an ornery bastard, but Iella E`ron was one fine female specimen. Puffee hotsa. She had big blue eyes, long strawberry blond hair, and the face of an angel... I almost forgot about her using her Jedi stuff on me.

Almost.

"So what did you find out," I began, folding my arms across my chest, "when you used your mojo on me?" The hostility of my posture was completely ruined by the smile on my face. I couldn't help myself.

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Achuta Iella - Hello, Iella
Puffee hotsa - smoking hot
 
@[member="Kale Arkin"]

She gave the ground crew a quick nod of her head as indication to proceed with the re-fueling. They would do their job and slow his departure down as she asked. She placed her flight helmet on one of the diagnostic machines, as she heard him speak. "Captain Arkin!, a pleasure I am sure", she said as a smile turned up her mouth. As she approached, she looked at him more carefully and more directly .. piercing his eyes with her's, just for a moment, searching for more .. Then she quickly changed her demeanour to a more casual one and looked him over from head to toe and back. Her eyes rested on his face again and for a moment she studied it, his feature some what familiar, maybe she had seen him before? maybe when she was smuggling and indulging in theft on Tatooine .. after all those days where not that far behind her.

"I do hope your .. cargo .. will not spoil with this wait", she continued for the moment, "and as promised, I do apologise for my previous intrusion", she bowed her head in way of more apology.

She could see his aura and sense him, without sending the force to search. There is something very curious about this Captain, but she could not take hold of it, the force whispering to her, but he seems distant from it, out of reach of it.

Iella smiled again, "It is good that you sensed me, at least that part of your force sensitivity is working. .. . I found not much to honest, as you are blocking it, or something is? something you have learned to control?". She asked out of genuine curiosity. "Come, tell me more as we walk .. I shall buy you a drink for compensation for your time". She turned and walked toward on of the mess halls located at the Yards.
 
@[member="Iella E`ron"]​
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She apologized for the 'intrusion', and she even sounded sincere. She smiled easily, and I found myself returning her smiles, my grin wider and certainly stupider than normal. Maybe it was the spice, or the atmosphere, but there was something... familiar, about her, like I had met her once, long ago, and forgotten the meeting. She had a nice vibe to her, and I was infintely greatfull that T9 was still in the ship, fixing the hyperdrive. He would have liked her, I could tell, and then he'd blab all my secrets at the drop of a hat.

"It is good that you sensed me, at least that part of your force sensitivity is working... I found not much to honest, as you are blocking it, or something is? Something you have learned to control?"​
What the frak was she talking about? Force sensitivity? Me?! It started with only a chuckle, but as I followed her toward a mess hall, my chuckle grew into a full blown laugh. I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe, and then I laughed harder still, stopping only when I collapsed into a coughing fit.

Damn spice.

"I hate to burst your bubble," I began after I'd recovered, "and I'm definitely going to take you up on that drink... but I'm not Force sensitive. I'm just cursed." Cursed to hear thoughts and feel emotions not my own. At that thought I sobered up quite quickly, trying not to frown in self-pity. I changed the subject before my little pity party grew into a full blown celebration. "Have I met you before? There's something familiar about you."
 
@[member="Kale Arkin"]

Iella stood with her arms folded over her chest and watched while Kale laughed. When he finally finished the only thing that showed him of any reaction to his outburst was her raised eyebrow. "Cursed?, well.. I don't know about that, but if that is the case, then I might be able to find you some help over at the Temple, I am sure there would be someone there that could remove this, curse and bring you peace again. It is part of what we do, the Jedi .. along with many other things. But this curse does not account for the fact that you "sensed" me when I used the force on you, you felt it. You knew immediately didn't you? .. only beings that have the force flowing inside them can do that".

She turned again and started toward the mess hall, if you could call it that. On the edge of the landing pad just near the main building is a old ship which has seen better days, evidence of blaster fire running down the length of it, sign of metal decay the colour of red soil, the laser canons removed, the boarding ramp down and resting on the landing pad. Iella lead Kale up the ramp and inside the shelled out ship, refitted with several tables and at the end a bar, behind that a kitchen to serve all manner of tastes. The decor naval theme naturally, with images of famous Jedi Fleet ships.

She looked at him for a moment, regarding him again, his question made her realise he too had sensed something. Her eyes traveled inch by inch over this face, his hair, eyes, nose, lips, and jaw line. Her eyes searching for ... something. The force whispering to her softly, but she could not grasp it's message. Unless he allow her to penetrate his mind again it would be lost, but she suspected he would not allow it and she would not violate her promise. At this point the serve droid arrived and interupted her gaze over him, which was a good thing as the moment started to become a little awkward no doubt.

"There is something familiar about you too .. for me. Maybe we have met .... no .. I think I would remember meeting you". She turned toward the service droid and order a Corellian Ale for herself, "Now what would you like to drink, or maybe you are hungry too?".
 
@[member="Iella E`ron"]​
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Her 'mess hall' was just an old ship. I could appreciate the ingenuity, but Sithspit, were the Jedi really that cheap?

Iella seemed convinced I was Force-sensitive, and the more I heard, the more it started to make sense. Not to say I wasn't skeptical, but I was willing to entertain the possibility that she was right. It would certainly help a lot if she was right. Spice was a terrible answer to my problems, and my last hit was starting to wear off. That dull thrum in the back of my mind from earlier? Well it was louder now, loud enough that I was getting annoyed. Why in the bloody hell did people think so loud?

I finally noticed her staring at me, searching my face for something. "A picture will last longer," I quipped with a smile. If I focused on her, maybe things wouldn't be so bad?

A server droid approached, and my stomach rumbled in response.

"There's something familiar about you too," she said, in response to my earlier question. "Maybe we have met ... no... I think I would remember meeting you". She stopped and ordered a Corellian Ale. "Now what would you like to drink, or maybe you are hungry too?"​
"I'll have a shot of Hutteese spirits, a cold glass of blue milk, and your finest nerf burger with grilled kowakian monkey-lizard tails." A free meal? I was definitely going to take advantage. I hadn't eaten any real cooked food in months -- just freeze-dried, vaccum sealed spacer gunk. On a good day, the stuff tasted like stomach lint. On a bad day? I might as well have been eating bantha fodder. "You think your Jedi pals can help me? I'd like to listen to just my thoughts for a change. Gets a bit loud in here sometimes," I said, tapping my head. "If it wasn't for spi -- er, space," I amended quickly, "I'd have gone nutso-coockoo ages ago."
 
@[member="Kale Arkin"]

"Make that two", she quickly said to the service droid, the food he ordered sounded great and it had been some time since breakfast. "Now lets find a table .. I love this mess hall, the ground crew decided to make use of an old ship damaged by hostiles". She said in way of small talk until they where seated.

Choosing one of her favourite booths away from others that might enter, they could speak more privately. She spoke more seriously now, "You are force sensitive. I felt it before and I am feeling it now. The Jedi will be able to help and train you to control the intrusion of the thoughts of others", his slight slip up regarding how he is controlling the problem, was not lost on her and would explain the block. And she strongly suspected that his heavy laden ship is filled with the stuff. She would not be able to let him go with it still on board, but she is trying to figure out a way to dispose of it without his arrest. There is something about him .. and she could not help but like him.

"Space is the way you control the problem?", asking with an emphasis on the word, he is cunning and clever and would work out her meaning. At that moment she sat back in her seat to allow the service droid the lay their plates of food and drinks before them. "Please .. enjoy your meal, we shall talk more".
 
@[member="Iella E`ron"]​


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She led me to a booth a little ways from the entrance -- not quite in the back, but secluded enough that we wouldn't be bothered.


"You are force sensitive. I felt it before and I am feeling it now. The Jedi will be able to help and train you to control the intrusion of the thoughts of others."

That was good and fine, but I couldn't help but wonder what the catch might be. Most people I know didn't do things for free, and for all their weird powers -- possibly my weird powers -- I didn't think the Jedi were any different. They'd probably expect me to join up... become a 'padawan' even. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that.


I needed help though. I knew that much.

"Space is the way you control the problem?"​
I didn't miss her inflection on the word 'space'. I knew I wasn't lucky enough that she hadn't noticed my slip; I immediately thought of the dregs on Kessel, those hapless, hopeless souls toiling in rocky deathtraps. That's where you went if the authority in the Outer Rim caught you smuggling contraband -- or rather, smuggling contraband that wasn't theirs. Chuba! I didn't say anything for a long moment, but then the server droid appeared with our food, and my stomach chose the moment to remind me it was still empty.

"Please... enjoy your meal, we shall talk more."​
I gave her a tight smile, and dug in. I took my time, savoring every delicious bite, wondering what I was going to do. As I bit in a grilled lizard tail, I remembered her question, and for some reason, I felt compelled to answer.

"I wasn't lying," I began, looking down at my plate. "Space... space is quiet. Serene. They both help; space and 'space'." I took another bite of my burger, to keep from saying more as much to enjoy the flavor. I had to have lost my mind -- I was spilling my bloody guts!

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chuba - dammit
 
@[member="Kale Arkin"]

"Yes it is serene, and also very .. lonely. But if I where in your position I could not say that I would not do something similiar". She said watching him eat and enjoying the food. She turned to her own plate and joined him in sharing a meal.

Iella remained in silence for a moment while she ate, thinking about him and his problem, all of them. The ship loaded to the rafters probably with spice, the unwarranted voices and his addiction. "Your.. solution to your problem", meaning the spice, "Can also be .. resolved. The very thing that allows the thoughts and voices to enter your head is the very thing that can stop them. When I searched you, I could feel that you are very strong with the Force, but I felt the blockage, now I know why". She continued to eat small amounts and wash it down with some ale.

"The Jedi will help, and without any thought of obligation. We serve to .. serve beings in the Galaxy, to defend, protect and aid. This is our desire and duty, as Jedi". She considered her next point, "However it might take some time, and you will have to remain within the Temple, with no obligation". Then a smile broke on her face, "But I can not let you go from here with that ship loaded with your ... cargo", she said with a whisper and a quick look around the hall.

As her hand rested on the table, a finger nail started to tapped in a quick tempo. The Force is continually sending her a message, the message from before, but the blockage not allowing it through. The message within the Force coming from within him. She so wished to hear it, but a promise is a promise and she would not intrude unless invited to.
 
@[member="Iella E`ron"]​
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I still couldn't quite wrap my mind around the whole 'Force-sensitive' deal -- it just seemed so far fetched. I had never considered that I might be connected to the 'Force' -- whatever the 'Force' actually was. Some sort of energy, or cosmic entity? I hadn't the slightest clue. In fact, if not for my strange connection to Iella, I probably wouldn't even have considered it... but I wasn't going to turn down help, and free room and board. Free meals too, probably.

The matter of my cargo, though? That was a bit of a touchy subject.

"Yeah, about that cargo..." How to put it, I thought to myself. Probably best to just tell the truth. "Zaragga will have my head if I don't deliver." I leaned forward, whispering so quietly I could hardly hear myself. "There's 10 tons of glitter on board -- the expensive stuff, pure and uncut. Certainly worth more than a crew-less smuggler from a backwater planet. Worth more than my ship too -- hell, it's worth more than a hundred of my ships." I shook my head. "Jedi help or no, if I don't make that delivery..." I trailed off, eyes boring into my plate. I wasn't seeing the plate though. "Yanee dah poo noo."

I was seeing my head on a pike. "If I don't deliver," I began again, "I'm a dead man."

Yeah, I was going to get help for my problem... but at what cost?
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Yanee dah poo noo - it's not good business
 
@[member="Kale Arkin"]

"Frink!", came flying out of her mouth. She took up her glass of ale and drank hard from it, as if to wash away the word. Then a deep breath. In a whisper to match his and the girl smuggler returned just for a brief moment, "That is worth ...", she started doing calculations in her head, ".... a lot... never mind", she quickly remembered her place.

Oh for the love of Corellia he is in very deep. She sat playing with her food for the moment, in thought. Ok, I will not turn him over to the authorities as I said ... but I can't let him take this spice for it to find the markets .. he needs help .. Jedi help with the force .. whether he joins the order or not .. if he does not deliver this order he is a dead man... and then there is this, connection between us. She sat mulling over the thoughts her finger tapping rapidly on the table top again.

She looked up and considered him again, then took a bite of food, "You got room for one more on that ship of yours?". She smiled at the idea, this might be fun, might be the last thing she will do as Jedi, but fun. "We will make your delivery, remove your obligation and then.... destroy it". She raised both eye brows at him with a questioning look requiring an answer. Then she remembered her Master, he will kill me!



Frink = expletive from Olys Corellisi
 
@[member="Iella E`ron"]​
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"You got room for one more on that ship of yours?" She smiled at me, and I felt something like foreboding growing in my stomach. "We will make your delivery, remove your obligation and then.... destroy it."​
I sputtered, nearly choking on my blue milk. If I didn't know better, I could almost think she had just suggested we destroy ten tons of spice right under Zaragga's nose. Nah, no way she had said that. She wasn't that crazy -- no one was that crazy. Not only was Zaragga's palace a fortress, but she had enough hired guns at her beck and call to conquer a small planet. I was a good shot -- well, a great shot -- but against a couple dozen armed guards? I wouldn't stand a chance. No one messed with Zaragga -- she had ties to the Confederacy, Black Sun, and, if the rumors were true, the Sith Empire.

"Tah-koh tee womp rat e’nachu," I said, frowning, "chone jee oto tee du sarlacc's smak telia."

But of course, now that she'd put the idea in my head, I couldn't help but think about it. Could it work? I knew my way around Zaragga's palace, I knew my way around spice, and I could build anything with the right parts -- sometimes even with the wrong parts. It just seemed like such a risk. Riskier than using spice to suppress the Force? I chided myself. No, probably just as risky.

I sighed. Damn you Iella E`ron, I thought to myself, for putting this idea in my head. And damn you for helping me, and damn you for being so bloody nice. I'd never even considered fleeing -- this wasn't the first time I'd been caught with spice onboard my ship, but this was certainly the first time I'd conspired with my captor to destroy merchandise. And double damn you for this weird connection we have. As the spice wore off I felt it more and more strongly. I looked her in the face, studying the tilt of her nose and the set of her jaw -- was it a trick of light, or did she kind of look like me?

"For the record," I began, "you're insane. Ree loca." I tried not to smile -- she reminded me of myself. "You're probably going to get us both killed... but I'm in."

I prayed I wasn't making a mistake, but something told me everything would work out.

I sincerely hoped it did. I really didn't want to die.

FIN.
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tah-koh tee womp rat e'nachu - you'll end up womp rat food.
chone jee oto tee du sarlacc's smak telia - and I'll end up a sarlacc's snack
ree loca - very crazy
 

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