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explosive_artist) wrote2016-07-14 03:43 pm
explosive_artist) wrote2016-07-14 03:43 pm
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She awoke without the weight of her armor. More than waking in a place she didn’t recognize, more than waking in a vague awareness of pain, that set her on guard. She opened her eyes a crack, enough to see if there was anyone about. Finding herself alone in a bare room--metal walls and bunks, sparse furniture, all bolted down or with latches--caused her to relax a little. No immediate danger.
Opening her eyes fully, she pulled herself into a sitting position and winced at the burning pull of newly healed skin and muscle across her back. The discomfort reminded her of what happened. Ketsu running and leaving her for dead, the scruffy looking guy offering her bacta in exchange for helping him get back to his ship, fighting, and something else...a wookie? With purple fur?
That didn’t make any sense and she was pretty kriffing certain she did not remember boarding a ship, which this room suggested.
Looking around, she spotted her things sitting on a chair near the bunk she was in, her armor and as important, her blasters. Standing carefully, with only a little dizziness, she grabbed one of the blasters and went to see where she was.
Soon enough, she started hearing voices, which either meant she was on a small ship or just happened to be near where ever the speakers were. Following the sounds, she found the cargo bay and a group of people, among them the scruffy guy. He was standing in a group of people, families if she had to guess. Parents and children, or at least adults with younglings. The races matched and the adults were offering comfort to the children, so it was a logical conclusion.
They also seemed to be laborers or farmers. Rough clothing. Cheaply made or perhaps even hand made.
On the other side of the group Sabine spotted a twi'lek (green skinned and wearing a pilot’s jumpsuit) and a species with purple fur. The “wookie” she half remembered? Wait, a lasat? Weren’t those extinct? She was certain she read a report about how the Empire put down an uprising there. Of course, that meant little she now knew. The Empire’s lies were the least of it’s sins.
“And we’ve got new passes for you. They’re very good and will get you past any security check points. I know it’s not ideal, but the Empire will be on the lookout for your descriptions here. These passes and moving far away are you best chance, unless you want to go to a camp some other folks the Empire has displaced have started?”
The families didn’t look happy but didn’t argue. “Will these really work?”
“They're from our best guy. They’ll work,” Scruffy guy replied just as the lasat nudged the twi’lek and nodded towards Sabine.
“No, they won’t,” she heard herself say with a sigh. “Not unless there’s data in the system to go with the passes. Did your forger take care of that?”
“Uh…”
“Give me a terminal and half an hour.”
Scruffy looked towards the twi’lek for permission (interesting) and she nodded, though her lekku were stiff with suspicion. She looked over to an antique droid, saying, “Show her the way, Chopper, and give her a hand.”
Sabine knew ‘give her a hand’ was really ‘keep an eye on her’, which she could respect. It’s what she would do after all.
“My name’s Kanan. Sorry about not being there when you woke up, but as you saw, I was busy. We got away from the ‘troopers, obviously, but you passed out once we were in a safe area; before we got to my ship here.”
“And you carried me back?’ Sabine asked confused.
“Not quite. Zeb here,” Kanan replied with a thumb jabbed towards the lasat who nodded curtly, “did the real carrying.”
“Why?”
“'Thank you' would be the better thing to say, but it was the proper thing to do. Besides, we had a deal and you held up your part of the bargain.”
“Thank you,” she said, crossing her arms and doing her best to seem in control. The whole situation was unfamiliar and unnerving. “What now?”
“Well,” Kanan said with another look towards the twi’lek who gave a friendly nod, while her lekku’s movements suggested caution towards Kanan (if Sabine was remembering her twi’lik correctly). “That’s up to you. Hera here,” he gestured to the twi’lek, “would be happy to fly you where you’d like to go, but we were wondering if you’d like to fly with us for a little while. You are handy with a blaster and that was a good call with those refugees and the Empire’s datasystem. We’d welcome your help.”
“What are the credits like?”
“Not very good,” Kanan admitted. “But we aren’t into it for the credits. Are credits what your heart fights for or is there another fight in you?”
His question caught her off guard and made her wonder what he knew of Mandalorian culture.
“How about I fly with you for a few days and think about it?”
Kanan, Zeb, and even Chopper turned to Hera so Sabine did the same. Hera in turn looked to each before looking into Sabine’s eyes for a long look before offering a tight smile. “That will be fine. You can have the room you woke up in.”
Opening her eyes fully, she pulled herself into a sitting position and winced at the burning pull of newly healed skin and muscle across her back. The discomfort reminded her of what happened. Ketsu running and leaving her for dead, the scruffy looking guy offering her bacta in exchange for helping him get back to his ship, fighting, and something else...a wookie? With purple fur?
That didn’t make any sense and she was pretty kriffing certain she did not remember boarding a ship, which this room suggested.
Looking around, she spotted her things sitting on a chair near the bunk she was in, her armor and as important, her blasters. Standing carefully, with only a little dizziness, she grabbed one of the blasters and went to see where she was.
Soon enough, she started hearing voices, which either meant she was on a small ship or just happened to be near where ever the speakers were. Following the sounds, she found the cargo bay and a group of people, among them the scruffy guy. He was standing in a group of people, families if she had to guess. Parents and children, or at least adults with younglings. The races matched and the adults were offering comfort to the children, so it was a logical conclusion.
They also seemed to be laborers or farmers. Rough clothing. Cheaply made or perhaps even hand made.
On the other side of the group Sabine spotted a twi'lek (green skinned and wearing a pilot’s jumpsuit) and a species with purple fur. The “wookie” she half remembered? Wait, a lasat? Weren’t those extinct? She was certain she read a report about how the Empire put down an uprising there. Of course, that meant little she now knew. The Empire’s lies were the least of it’s sins.
“And we’ve got new passes for you. They’re very good and will get you past any security check points. I know it’s not ideal, but the Empire will be on the lookout for your descriptions here. These passes and moving far away are you best chance, unless you want to go to a camp some other folks the Empire has displaced have started?”
The families didn’t look happy but didn’t argue. “Will these really work?”
“They're from our best guy. They’ll work,” Scruffy guy replied just as the lasat nudged the twi’lek and nodded towards Sabine.
“No, they won’t,” she heard herself say with a sigh. “Not unless there’s data in the system to go with the passes. Did your forger take care of that?”
“Uh…”
“Give me a terminal and half an hour.”
Scruffy looked towards the twi’lek for permission (interesting) and she nodded, though her lekku were stiff with suspicion. She looked over to an antique droid, saying, “Show her the way, Chopper, and give her a hand.”
Sabine knew ‘give her a hand’ was really ‘keep an eye on her’, which she could respect. It’s what she would do after all.
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Three hours later, the people were settled in a new village and the crew turned to Sabine.“My name’s Kanan. Sorry about not being there when you woke up, but as you saw, I was busy. We got away from the ‘troopers, obviously, but you passed out once we were in a safe area; before we got to my ship here.”
“And you carried me back?’ Sabine asked confused.
“Not quite. Zeb here,” Kanan replied with a thumb jabbed towards the lasat who nodded curtly, “did the real carrying.”
“Why?”
“'Thank you' would be the better thing to say, but it was the proper thing to do. Besides, we had a deal and you held up your part of the bargain.”
“Thank you,” she said, crossing her arms and doing her best to seem in control. The whole situation was unfamiliar and unnerving. “What now?”
“Well,” Kanan said with another look towards the twi’lek who gave a friendly nod, while her lekku’s movements suggested caution towards Kanan (if Sabine was remembering her twi’lik correctly). “That’s up to you. Hera here,” he gestured to the twi’lek, “would be happy to fly you where you’d like to go, but we were wondering if you’d like to fly with us for a little while. You are handy with a blaster and that was a good call with those refugees and the Empire’s datasystem. We’d welcome your help.”
“What are the credits like?”
“Not very good,” Kanan admitted. “But we aren’t into it for the credits. Are credits what your heart fights for or is there another fight in you?”
His question caught her off guard and made her wonder what he knew of Mandalorian culture.
“How about I fly with you for a few days and think about it?”
Kanan, Zeb, and even Chopper turned to Hera so Sabine did the same. Hera in turn looked to each before looking into Sabine’s eyes for a long look before offering a tight smile. “That will be fine. You can have the room you woke up in.”