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Remy Singh
With that Sarla kicked the pedal and the swoop zoomed off, a trail of dust and wind followeee her as she rode on across the Sea of Sand, the Two Suns hanging above in yellow and orange, like eyes of the planet watching her.
The Dark Lady felt the rush of the acceleration, the front breaker and rod of the nose paving a path before her. She blew past a Sandcrawler, and joined a trail in a honeycomb of arches and minor caves, little did she know that once upon a time a Pod Race that would shape the fate of the galaxy had taken place there.
Making a turn, she headed towards the gates of Anchorhead, its great ivory walls tall and symmetrical. A great dark grey gate which was sealed. She brought the bike to a stop. Knocking on the door, a slit of metal shifted, revealing bright blue eyes.
“Anchorhead admittance times are from..”
He suddenly felt his throat clog and he began to choke. The lever next to him turned, three grey gears of different sizes, one giabt, another medium, and another small moved the gate ajar. Darth Sarlaac stepped in, her black robe draped about her, the hood shrouding her face. There was structures, some hewn into sqaures of bronze, others tall citadels of white with domes.
Seeing a sign that had the pelt a Wraid as the sign. Entering Sarla spoke with the Gamesman, who was cleaning a Wraid plate.
“How can I help you?”
The Dark Lady of the Sith placed some credits on the table.
“Where is the bounties office?”
The Gamesman wiped his mustache of black and grey clean.
“Lady, there hasn’t been a bounty guild here in a hundred years. We only have the Game Guild, which you are in.”
The Lady Sarlaac made a fist in her black glove. Had the Mando deceived her? She was half tempted to take the Wraid plate and jab it in his neck, but she could tell there was no lie in his eye.
Bowing her hooded head, she said, “thank you.”
As Sarla exited, a young kid came running out of the Game Guild.
“Lady.. Lady!”
She turned to see the rather dusty boy with misshapen blond hair.
“The Bounty.. the Bounty!”
The Sith Lady leaned down, she understood he knew where the Guild was.
“Take me..”
The boy led her to the space port of Anchorhead, there was a hrey crate that he ran up to and pointed.
Sarla looked at it.
“Uh..”
The Boy said, “Push.. Push!”
The Dark Lady conjuring her power pushed it and lo ans behold there was a ladder. Taking a gold locket she slung iy around the boy’s neck.
“Run along..”
She swept her jet black cape up as she descended the ladder in one bound, landing on her boots, and following the underground tunnels. She came to a bend, there a Bouncer, a very tall Gammorrean stood. The greeb pig face had his arms crossed, snot lose from his nose and his under bite of teeth like boar tusks. Sarla approached. The Pig held his hand out.
“No entry..”
Holding her hand out she pierced the mind of the Swine.
The door opened into a den of chatter, a bar of oval shape, strobing red and green ligjts over a fog of spice cloud that was pumped through the vents. Twi’lek twins of olive skin danced on tables before an assortment of hunters, their lekkus falling as they turned in iron fashioned bikinis and chains.
The Dark Lady made her way to the bar, she called through The Force to the Tender who said, “get out of my head Sith..”
She was suprised, his inner cortex had barriers.
“That mind stuff doesn’t work on me, I know the ways of the Force.”
He turned, his eyes silver and his hair jet black. His jaw was chiseled and a scar ran from his left temple to his eyebrow, the mark of a saber. He had a very consternated countenance.
“I left the Order to avoid the likes of your kind. Now get out of my bar before I resume old habits.”He reached under the table for a lightsaber hilt.
The Sith Lady smiled.
“I am half tempted to see what an ex-Jedi turned Bartender would do, but I have come about a bounty. Once I settle that business, I will leave immediately.”
The Man sighed.
“Who you want to see of Car Nune, he’s the guy over in tye den with four ladies on his srm. But beware, he is a Khaleesh, and if you arn’t careful he will seriously farrik up your perfect composure.”
Darth Sarlaac bowed her head and made her way through the fog of Spice. Sitting at a booth was a tall, scaly red figure with a skull face, two orange eyes with reptilian slits. Sarla stood at the end of his table. Car eyed the Dark Lady.
“Well.. looks like Zabra hired some new talent tonight, hahahaha.”
His laugh was raspy.
Sarla remover her hood.
“Oooh! Very nice! I like red skin.” Said Car.
Darth Sarlaac grimaced.
“I have come about a bounty.”
The Kahleesh eyed her with those amber orbs, the black double ended spike motioning back and forth to two men in his entourage, one was a Rodian, and the other a Zabrak.
“What bounty?”
Sarla pointed to herself.
“Mine.”
Car squinted.
“Yours?”
The Dark Lady of the Sith was growing impatient.
“A Mandalorian tried to kill me and mentioned a bounty.”
Car stroked the bottom of his skull.
“Hmmm.. strange, I have no record of a bounty for someone fitting your description, what is your name?”
The Sith ignited her crimson blade.
“Darth Sarlaac!”
The Khaleesh writhed in his booth.
“Careful.. I do not abide threats, out away your magick sword and we will talk.”
Car bid the group leave, and he eyes The Bartender who brough him and Sarla a drink, she having sheathee her saber.
“There is no bounty for a Sith. Such commisions are dangerous with the state of the galaxy.”
Sarla was perplexed, she sensed the Khaleesh was being truthful.
“That said..”
He drank some green liquid in a clear glass.
“Private contracts are sealed. To find the one who requested a bounty is impossible, the signal being encrypted.”
Sarla could not believe this. If someone would go to the trouble to put a price on her head it meant..
“Tsis’kaar..”
She spoke it aloud.
Car squinted.
“What is that?”
Sarla stood up and looked as if death had entered the room.
“Forgive me, I wish to convey my deepest regret at drawing my weapon in your establishment.”
The Khaleesh stood, his figure rising above hers in a slender frame.
“My dear, are you alright?”
The Dark Lady shook her head.,
“No..”
She walked away light headed. Of course, The Emperor had thrown down the die againat the Tsis’kaar and she had escaped his judgement. There would be no stopping the bounty, for it was not about money, but the extermination of her people.
The Bartender Jedi approached her, wiping a glass.
“Hey, hey! You alright?”
Sarla looked at him with those quaking eyes.
“I have to go.. sorry for darkening your doorstep..”
The Bartender stopped her.
“Listen, let me drive you home.”
Sarla looked at him as if in a trance.
“Its far.. in the Dune Sea.”
The Ex-Jedi took up his saber hikt and stuffer it in his belt.
“Its not far by speeder, come.”
On the surface the Bartender Jedi fired up a green covered speeder with four seats of tag leather. Sarla got in, her face pale despite her natural redness.
The Bartender snapped bis fingers.
“Hey! Snap out of it.”
He laughed as he fired up the engine and began navigating Anchorhead. Leaving the Esst gate they came across the sand, Sarla saw at the gate she entered a ball of fire and smoke where the swoop bike had been.
“I have never seen a Sith afraid. I thought your lot conquered fear.”
The Dark Lady turned.
“I..I.. I’m not with The Order.”
The Ex-Jedi raised an eyebrow.
“Excommunicated?”
Sarla starred, “What?”
“Did they excommunicate you! You know exile.”
She shook her head.
“No.. exterminated.”
The Bartender turned his head and stopped the speeder.,
“What?!”
The Dark Lady wrung her black gloved hands.
“My people served The Order as assassins, then the day came when The Emperor deemed us a threat and he laid siege to our last fortress..”
The Ex-Jedi sighed.
“Sith, you and betrayal go together like a blaster and a bounty hunter.”
Sarla looked at him.
“I can walk from here.. I appreciate your kindness.”
The Bartender placed his hand to stop her leg from stepping out.
“Listen.. you seem like a good gal despite your history and the fact you are a Darth. Let me drive you home.”
The Darth sat back down and tye speeder resumed. The shock of the revelation finally began to wear off and Sarla got the notion to ask, “how does a Jedi become a Bartender?”
The Ex-Jedi piloter the speeder across the dunes, his flood lights catching boulders to avoid.
“Its’s a long story. The Jedi life was not for me.”
Sarla almost chuckled.
“Well that is one thing upon which we can agree.”
The Bartender fought a smirk.
“I liked the whole moving things with your mind part and being a peace keeper bit, but.. I just couldn't handle my life being managed by a Council, that I would be sent to Force knows where on the whim of a bunch of old and crusty eldere.”
Sarla did not hide her smile.
“So I recanted my vows, tendered my resignation and never looked back.”
Sarla nodded. “I can understand that. I don’t like my fate being decided either.. that is why thau is hard to bear.”
They came to a cave system and canyon, where the speeder stopped. Getting out the Recanted Jedi helped The Dark Lady out.
“This is where you live?”
Sarla nodded.
“Thank you for the ride, and company.”
The Bartender brushed off some dust from his shoulders.
“Don’t mention it. You stay safe.”
As he got back in the Speeder, Sarla approached and asked his name.
“Its Jarrus.”
“Mine is Sarla.”
“Well you have a good night Sarla, May The Force Be With You.”
She replied, “And with you.”
His speeder took off in a jolt. She was alone agaij, nothing but the wind whispers and the sound of the lapping sand. The Sith Lady entered her cave, when she noticed a noise. There was voices. She inched on the wall, and saw Hunters standung in her room, one was Trandoshan in yellow and white armor. The other was Rodian sitting on her cot. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a chrome orb. Flicking a metal seirch she rolled it inside and ran out the cave, the pitch dark inside turned bright orange and great cliud of smoke came out as she jumped to the side. She heard the hum of a Speeder as up on the canyon cliff a figure set up Mark II Repeater Canon and began firing a non-stop stream of red blaster fire.
Jarrus shouted to Sarla, “get in!”
The Dark Lady jumoee into the back seat and it took off as the non-stoo stream of red energy followed ij a stream tearing up rock and leaving black trails as it followed. The beam of repeater fire tore through the front glass. Jarrus broke the rest of it, his hair blowing in the wind.
“We need somewhere to lay low! Any ideas?!”
Sarla shouted,
“Remy’s!”
The Ex-Jedi shouted back,
“Who?”
The Dark Lady leapt into the front seat beside him.
“Its that way!” She pointed out on horizon to a major dune in the distance.,
The Speeder bounded when two skiffs pulled along side. Sara took the other detonator which chimed and drooper it at Jarrus’ oeddled.
“Is that?! Holy farrik! Get it out of here!”
Sarla levitated it to her hand and tossed it, it exploder near one skiff causing it to burst into flames, it crashing into the ground in a heap. The Second Skiff prusurd, raining down bladter fire. Sarla ignited her twin sabers, and spun them to deflect the bolts, the crimson blades glowing in the night, attracting more fire.
“We have a bump coming up!”
The Dark Lady shoued back, m
“What?!”
Just then she was tossed into the sir, and landed on her back. Red bolts slung over exploding in puffs of snoke in front of the Speeder.
Jarrus shouted,
“This is why I am not a Jedi!!!”
He turned, the Skiff came overhead, two Weequays dropped down with Vivroaxes, Sarla cut the shaft in half of one, cause a spark and kicked one off. The other hit her in the back of the head, making her fall forward, her face into Jarrus’ lap.
“Hey! Easy! Not on a first date!”
Jarrus grabbed the Vibroaxe with his hand, he then called to the power he hd not tapped in many suns. The Weequay had the back blade fly into its neck and fall off the back. The Skiff pulled away, now only the pilot.
“That was good!” said Jarrus.
Then he felt a great bump. The Speeder shook all over, the Skiff was ramming them from behind. Sarla now upright again looked at the pilot, her eyes ablaze, taking her curved sabers she leapt into the air and swung her blades in a sweep across her shoulders cutting the Skiff Pilot’s head clean off. The Skiff then tilted and began to roll. She leapt on to back of the Speeder as it crashed and began to roll after them. Jarrus looked over his shoulder.
“Dank! Lady you are bad luck!”
He pressed the engines to max.
“We are gonna have to bail out.”
They were approaching The Great Dune which had a crevice on the other end.
“One.. two.. three!”
Sarla and Jarrus leapt off the Speeder and rolled across the great sand, the speeder passed and flew off the edge, the rolling Skiff following. The elongated skiff body nearly crushed them, an end pressed on Sarla’a arm and snapped the bone, she crying out. Jarrus faired better, he ducked as the thrusters came to bear and burned the sand with fire turning grains into glass that crunched as Jarrus rolled in it.
As the Speeder and Skiff went over the Great Dune, there was a crash and bang, then a cloud of black smoke rose. Sarla laid in the sand bath moaning as she gripped her left arm. Jarrus climbed out of the cradle of glass grain, his face and hands coverer in cuts. He came to Sarla, and rubbed his hands together, a piece glass embedded in his palm cut his finger. Drops of blood fell on the sand, he placed his hands on her arm.
“I can’t heal it, I never learned. I can however take the pain.”
He closed his eyes, and holding his fingers on her arm, he felt the searing pain fill his own arm, he dropping on his back grasping it. The Dark Lady felt it fade away and she lost consciousness. Sitting there grasping his arm, Jarrus said,
“That’s the last time I give s gal a ride home.”
He began to chuckle relieving the stress they had underwent. Sarla laid there, her bosom rising and falling. What a strange pair the two made.
