Edge of the Agua’toh System
Inbound towards Agua’toh
Firith wiped the sweat away from his forehead with a greasy hand leaving a black streak.
“Lad, hand me the #5 spanner.” He said sticking his hand out from under the hoverscout he was helping to repair. He felt it slap into his palm and he pulled it back in to tighten the last bolt on the ducting engine.
Pulling himself out from under the craft he smiled, it had been to many years since he worked on machinery and he had forgotten how much he loved it. “Right check the readings and see if they are green now, if so fire it up.” He told the mechanic pilot.
“Looks good, here we go.” He replied flipping some switches. The engine whined and hummed as the fans rpm’s increased. Firith’s dingy robes flapped around his ankles as the craft lifted against its tethers, blowing air from underneath it. The pilot called out, “She’s in the green across the board and holding steady.” Firith acknowledged with a nod and made a chopping motion across his throat telling the pilot to kill the engine. Giving the man a thumbs up he walked over to a cleanser to get the grease off of him.
“I did not think you Jedi liked to get dirty.” Said a feminine voice from behind him. Firith looked up into a beat up metal mirror above the cleanser and could make out a woman in armor, shiny, perfect immaculate armor. Taking his time to get the grease off his forehead and hands Firith turned around to face a woman in a sergeant’s uniform. Deliberately he shook the water off his hands in a vigorous jester making her jump back so she didn’t get splashed. “Well lass, that’s what you get for thinking then. And if ye are afraid o’ a bit o’ water, ye are in trouble. Where we are going, there is lots o’ the stuff.” Firith said, walking away.
The sergeant followed him talking and finally almost shouted, “Will you please stop and listen to me?” Firith walked over to where his cloak and pack were. Digging through it he found his saber and clipped it to his belt, then donned his cloak. Turning to look at her, he sat down on a nearby crate of explosives and started to fill his pipe. “Listen, would you- what are you doing! Are you insane?” the woman barked. “You are sitting on explosives! And you are going to, to light a fire?” She sputtered at him.
Firith looked up at her from under his brows and just gave an evil grin. Leaning back against another crate he pointed the stem of the pipe at the sergeant. “Lass, ye are pretty daft if ye think I’m gonna be smokin’ my pipe on this ship with it’s canned air. Now what is it ye are fashen’ yer sel’ about?”
“Fashen? Oh, right, you and the other Jedi woman may be leading MY troops for this mission and I want to make sure you won’t kill me or them by doing something stupid. And will you please address me as sergeant, I have earned that title through years of hard work.” She responded in a superior tone of voice.
Firith just shook his head. “Lass,” he said and smiled as she tensed up, “when we get to where we are goin’, you will follow the orders given to you by whoever gives them, no more or no less. I have nae idea what we will be doin’ or what we will be attackin’. So go sit down with your troops, or find my wife and play Pazaak or go polish your weapon, but it’s a long trip to the planet and other things to do and strategies to be discussin’ with the higher up, yeah?”
The sergeant stormed off muttering and Firith just sat back watched her walk off, softly topping the stem of his pipe against his teeth. “Kriffing prima donna, probably doesn’t know the first thing about fighting.” He thought to himself.
He thought back to this whole trip, and from the get go something felt “off” about it. He was somewhat upset when he was sent back to Seng Karash. All he had been told was “Be ready.” In a terse communiqué from his former master. He was pleased to see his wife again and learn she had graduated and promoted in the Shadow Academy. And he had to admit sparring with her at the Lion’s Tooth branch of the ACC had been enjoyable. But still, he was very upset that he missed Aul’s knighting ceremony. When Locke’s holo came in, he was amazed to find himself, along with his wife on his way back to Agua’toh and the remainder of the armed forces that were not committed to home defense. His wife had promptly vanished to the medical bay to see what she could possibly scrounge leaving him alone to putter about with the troops and machinery. Aside from the few times they met at their cabin, he hadn’t seen her. She was busy with medical issues and meditating, he was assisting with machinery and discussing tactics with the senior military staff. He glanced over at the sergeant who gave him a black look when she noticed him looking at her.
It was going to be a long trip to the planet.