Join Date: Aug 2011
Location: Yeovil, Somerset
Current Game: KotOR II / RB2
A Mandalorian walked through Mos Eisley Cantina with a confident walk. He was dressed in metal armour, which was coloured silver, with a white background. His helmet, also coloured the same silver and white, had a black T down the middle, allowing him to see. He carried a smart-looking WESTAR-35 blaster pistol, which had been well looked after. He sat down at a table in a nearby alcove, and signalled to the bartender with a quick wave. Two Rodians approached the Bounty Hunter, and sat down with him. The bartender came over to the table and produced three glasses, and filled them with blue liquid from a jug, and left the jug on the table. The Mandalorian produced 3 coins out of nowhere, held between his fingers. The ugly bartender took them and grunted softly, before returning to the bar to serve his other patrons. The Mandalorian turned to the Rodians, who were dressed in nothing but casual clothing.
“Are you ready?” he said. He had a rough sort of voice. One that could be used to command soldiers without making them think twice of the orders he would give.
They both nodded, and drew out two blaster pistols and pointed them at him. He instantly stood up, and kicked the blaster out of the nearest Rodian’s hand, ducked to avoid the other’s shot, caught the first blaster pistol and shot them both, dead. He signalled to the bartender again, who in turn signalled two droids, who came over to the table and picked up the bodies and carried them away. Now he had sorted that ugly business out, he needed only to wait for his next target to walk through the door.
Master Kan Winstari and his Twi’lek Padawan Velara docked at Mos Eisley Spaceport. Winstari had been meditating throughout the entire flight, and Velara knew that something had been worrying him since they had arrived in the planet’s atmosphere. She could sense his thoughts rushing around in his mind, but even her Master didn’t know what he had seen during his meditation. They exited the ship and passed through customs, and entered the section of Mos Eisley that contained the cantina.
“Master, I don’t feel too confident on this one. We don’t know what to expect, this contact could be dangerous.” Velara said to Kan worriedly.
“I know.. I sensed some danger in this mission aswell. Be mindful, and be ready. Remember to focus on your surroundings, but stay alert to what’s right ahead of you.”
They walked up to the cantina door, and Velara went to open it. But suddenly, Kan shouted out.
“No, wait!” It was too late, Velara had opened the door, and Kan had opened his lightsaber. He leapt in front of his Padawan and deflected the blaster shots that had immediately been fired at her. She realised what was happening and ejected her green lightsaber blade. The patrons in the cantina all rushed to the back, and ran out of the back exit. The Mandalorian had been waiting for them, and had prepared for their arrival since he saw their ship land. It was not hard to spot such a rare type of ship, as most people didn’t have enough money to afford one, not even successful bounty hunters such as himself.
Velara swung her lightsaber forward at her opponent, who flipped backwards onto his hands, and sprung backwards, kicking the lightsaber out of her hands as he finished his move, landing on his feet again. The hilt was flying through the air, and Velara used the Force to pull it back to her again. She gripped it tightly, ejected it and stood in a defensive stance, the lightsaber just in front of her chest pointing towards the ceiling. Kan Winstari left his signature Ataru stance, and swung at the Mandalorian, who stepped backwards into the bar to dodge it. The Mandalorian was very agile, considering the armour he was wearing. He pulled out his WESTAR-35 blaster and shot rapidly at Kan, who blocked each blast. Realising he had no hope of hitting the Jedi Knight, he quickly holstered the blaster and took out a thermal detonator. He backflipped behind the bar and armed it, holding it up in the air, threatening them. Kan spoke.
“All right, what do you want?”
“Your heads on a spike.” The Mandalorian answered. He threw the detonator at the wall behind Kan, and it bounced off and landed by his feet. Kan used the Force to throw the detonator over the back of the cantina, but it exploded a few metres away from the Mandalorian, who toppled over from the force of the blast, landing in the corner of the counter. Velara took advantage of this and jumped over the counter, and swung her lightsaber at his helmet, which split in half, revealing a dirty, angry human head with long, black hair. The Mandalorian punched Velara in the leg, and she cried out in pain. But Kan was already in front of him, and he kicked the bounty hunter in the face, knocking him out cold.
“Are you all right?” Kan said to his Padawan, who was still pressing her hand on her leg.
“I think so.” she replied unconfidently.
“Let’s get him onto the ship. I’m sure the council would like to question him.” he lifted the unconscious bounty hunter’s legs, and Velara lifted his back, and they started carrying him out of the cantina back to the ship.
“At least this one isn’t a corpse.” Velara said jokingly.
“That fight was terrible, Velara.” Kan scolded her. “Your saber techniques are fine, but you lack awareness.
“You were lucky I sensed those initial shots, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation now.”
“All right, I get it!” she said aggressively, upset with Kan and herself.
“It’s ok, Master. I know you’re only helping me.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. Well, yes, but another thing too.”
“What is it?”
Kan sighed, “I’m going to have to stop training you. I don’t think I have it in me. I’m sorry.”
“But--” Velara interjected.
“Don’t try and make me change my mind.”
They had reached Velara’s ship, and she dropped the Mandalorian on the ground to open the ramp. Kan hauled him into the cockpit, wanting to keep a close eye on him incase he woke up.
Velara sat down at the controls, and set the auto-pilot to go to Coruscant. She didn’t feel like flying, she felt drained from the last battle. Her legs had gone to jelly, almost as if she had been..
“P-poisoned.” she whispered, and fell unconscious.
“Velara!” Kan cried out. He checked her for a pulse. He found one, but it was weak. He looked at her leg, where the Mandalorian had punched her. It was bleeding. He turned to the Mandalorian and shook him awake.
“What poison is that!?” he shouted in desperation, spraying saliva over the Mandalorian’s face.
The Mandalorian laughed. “I won’t tell you, Jedi. She will die.” He laughed again.
Kan pushed the Mandalorian back into the wall, and punched him unconscious again. He rushed back to Velara and closed his eyes. Although she was unconscious, she was scared. He comforted her, and used the Force to try to calm her mind. If she was to die, she was not going to die scared and alone. The ship was on it’s way to Coruscant, and Kan ordered a medical team to await their arrival, but he feared it was too late for her. He shouldn’t have allowed this to happen, he should have been a better teacher to his Padawan. He was distressed, but tried to calm down. It wasn’t good for him or Velara. He closed his eyes once more, and laid with her as she slowly died in his arms.
End of Book #1
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