Valley of the Dark Jedi
Nobilus shut off his light, blinking in the harsh Korriban sunlight, as dust swirled across the ancient rock carved steps. Behind him, the two Equites were bickering again, much to the chagrin of the Hunter.
“Change the subject, Kord, really, we can’t be discussing that sort of…thing, around the kid here,” spoke Uji, whispering loudly.
“I’m not a child, you know?” growled the Sith as he started down the steps.
“We should talk about it, though, it’s important, it could impact the overall mission. Hey, before we go back out in the wind, you got any smokes?” asked the Ryn, patting his own robes distractedly, coming up empty.
“Cethgus must have confiscated them, along with my flask back on the shuttle,” replied the Templar, stepping out into the light.
“Oh, you mean after he knocked you back out?”
“Like you were in any better of shape.”
“Like I was dumb enough to get my already aching head caved in by our fearless leader. And anyways, we should talk about it, leaving him behind with Galleros? In the state he’s in, my gods man, if we make it around to where they are they could be doing…well I don’t want to think about it,” said the Priest, shuddering.
Uji shook his head, “I’m pretty certain I saw his…pouch inside his robes, the one he keeps the pills in. He’ll be fine, probably be pretty irritable, but that’s nothing new.”
The two looked up to see Nobilus at the bottom of the steps, peering into an opening in the rock walls surrounding them.
“I think this opens up a bit further up, I think I can fit through…yes! It’s a ravine, I don’t remember seeing it on the map though,” spoke the Hunter, confused.
Kordath barked a laugh, matched by Uji’s own quiet chuckle, “Map? Where did you get a map? When did you even see a map?”
“On the way down, with the pre-assault briefing, it came from military intelligence…”
“Ah,” said Uji, shaking his head sadly as he stepped through the opening, “Well there’s the problem, you realize how many people that crap goes through before it reaches us? Intel is useless if it’s not first hand.”
“Right,” added Kordath, “you get the scouts report, it’s a big report, then the bureaucrats pick it apart, stick all the numbers to one side, and take whatever pictures or maps that look the prettiest and pair ‘em up, then send them up to the next level…”
“By the time it gets to us, we’ve got a map that’s useless, and an ‘estimated troop count of five hundred soldiers’ within the ‘operation zone’. But what they left out was that the scout mentioned these five hundred mooks are scattered over a dozen checkpoints and supply bases, so you’re on the look out for a blasted base, and keep stumbling over smaller groups that surprise the hell out of you.”
“So basically, forget the map, Nobby, pay attention to what’s in front of you if you want to live to see Knighthood,” finished the Ryn, with a grin.
Nobilus muttered something in reply, forcing the two Equites to lean forward and ask him to repeat it, “My. Name. Is. Nobilus.”
“Right, good for you mate, we really need to find a way back around before Cethgus runs out of guys to hit and tries to smash Galleros sap filled skull in to work off his hormonal issues,” said the Priest, waving the Hunter ahead.
“We’ve likely entered Rebel territory, keep an eye out for patrols, Nobs,” added Uji.
With a shaking head and a sigh, Nobilus lead the trio down the ravine, eyes darting about in anticipation. Behind him he could hear the Priest and Templar start conversing again, though he missed the start, he could hear enthusiasm in Kordath’s voice. Uji’s on the other hand….
“No, seriously, I gotta know, I mean come on, I’ll never find out on my own. Andshe’s a nurse on top of it? She does pretty much know where all the bits are anyways, then, steady hands and all that as well”
“I said no, Bleu.”
“Aww, don’t be like that Uji, it’s all about the hands, isn’t it? Lots of feeling up and the like, ‘exploration’ if you will, right?”
“Not talking about this, we’re looking for enemy patrols to ambush, talking about my…former escapades will only get us found out.”
“Poodoo, I mean yeah, a regular blind chick it’s all about poke, prod, hope she doesn’t stick a finger where it don’t go…,” Kordath trailed off, glancing at his companion, “right? If I’m going to die taking a blaster bolt for you I’d prefer to know just what kind of a pervert you are, is all.”
Uji’s jaw tightened a bit as he walked through the narrow ravine, the Ryn chattering behind him, Nobilus bringing up the rear.
“But a Force sensitive blind chick? That has to be…man that must be nearly magical, she’d know where to touch by like….Force stuff, yeah? Must be wild in the sack, somebody that can just…sense what needs doing next to take it to the next level….” Kordath trailed off, eyes gazing off into space as he smiled.
Shaking his head, the Obelisk reached a point where the ravine opened up, and crouched, spotting some rocks piled up nearby. A quick glance around, and the Templar was off, followed by the daydreaming Ryn and the younger Sith.
“Kordath, I told you before, my…relations with our Aedile are not open to discussion. That was…well it was a while ago, let’s just leave it alone, okay?”
“Hey, umm, guys…,” said Nobilus, trying to interject.
“And I told you, before we left for this horrible excuse for a planet, that we needed to accomplish certain things, for the bringing of luck. Even with your whole angsty ‘I used to be a Jedi, but they made me do horrible things’ we couldn’t pull those two Twi’leks back at the Rancor!”
“What the hells does us not getting a piece of lekku matter for the mission?” asked Uji, voice rising with incredulity.
“Seriously, guys, there’s a patrol coming from down that way,” whispered Nobilus, urgently.
“What does it have to do with it? I told you, it’s an old Ryn thing, we know these things when it comes to war! You always get a good lay in before you go off to fight, bad luck not to,” stated the Krath, solemnly.
Nobilus waved a hand between the two Equites, attempting to garner their attention, “patrol, coming, now!”
“Well go deal with it, you’re a big Sith, Nobby, we’re busy. I’m telling you, Uji, it’s bad luck, it’s going to get us killed!”
“Nobilus, my name is Nobilus, how many times do we have to go over this?”
“Yeah well that’s too hard to say, you earned a nickname, embrace it kid,” said Kordath, waving the Sith away, who had pulled his sword from it’s resting place to go and engage the patrol.
“You know, Kord, I think anything you want to do, that we don’t end up doing, you claim to be bad luck.”
Uji sat for a moment, hearing Nobilus’ vibroblade humming in the background and shouts from the enemy patrol, “I’m…not sure where the flaw in the logic is, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. Wait, who the hells is Nobs fighting?”
Kordath popped his head up over the rocks, watching the half dozen soldiers try to fight off the tall Human, “No idea, don’t recognize the insignia, pretty sure they aren’t friendly though.”
“Oh what was the first clue, them shooting at Nobs?” asked the Templar, sarcasm thick, “And we’d know what the blasted uniforms meant if we’d gone to the pre-brief, like we were supposed to do, instead of going out and getting drunk!”
“I told you, that was a very important pre-battle ritual! Very good luck to go into battle after a good night of partying, gives you something to live for. Umm, how’s he doing?”
Uji glanced around the rock, watching Nobilus weave his blade about, cutting down a soldier and dodging another one, “Eh, he’s doing okay, so why are you being such a dick about me and the ex, anyways?”
The Ryn bit down on his tongue, grimacing as he kept his mouth shut, taking a few high pitched breathes through his chitinous nose. Feeling slightly calmer, the Krath sighed, “I’m drying out, mate, I’m sorry, you know how it is. I just want to go out and punch somebody soon if I can’t find a drink.”
“A little help here!?” shouted the Sith, thick in the melee.
“Don’t be such a whiner, Nobby!” shouted the Priest, “Anyways, who am I going to fight on bloody Korriban? Big empty planet.”
The Ryn shrugged, slumping against the rocks and wishing he had a drink. And a cigarette. And a Twi’lek girl covered in baby oil.
War is hell, thought the Priest, glumly. A blaster bolt splashed against the ravine wall nearby, showering sparks over the two Equites.
“Oh comeon, Nobby, wrap it up, we’ve got work to do further on, gotta find some enemies to capture for Cethgus!” shouted the Priest.
“Kordath, you know, we could….,” started the Templar, giving his comrade a questioning glance, before shaking his head with a sigh, “You know what, nevermind, sounds like he’s about done anyways. Let’s see if he left one alive for the boss to interrogate. Hopefully him and your buddy Galleros are done…doing…whatever the hell it was they were doing.”
The two men shuddered in unison, stepping away from the rock to inspect the Jedi Hunter’s work, “He’s not my buddy, pal,” growled the Ryn, blinking bloodshot eyes as Nobilus took the last soldier down with a slash of his sword.
“Think any of them were smokers? Could kill for a cig right now,” muttered the Priest, kneeling down to ‘inspect’ the downed soldiers.