A Master/Student RO for:
and others by invitation only.
Setting: Corellia and Kiast
Coronet City, Corellia
Turel closed his eyes and let the sensations of the spaceport wash over him: the sights, the sounds and the musty smells. Opening his eyes again, he resumed walking toward his destination in the terminal, blending into the crowd with practiced ease. In a galaxy that seemed engulfed by chaos, returning to Coronet City always felt like going home to him. This was no leisure trip, the Proconsul was on a mission.
Odan-Urr needed some military-grade ship parts for its fleet. These parts were understandably hard to acquire in light of the concordance ban on military hardware. Hard to believe the ban was still in force after the destruction of Hosnian Prime, but bureaucracies were slow to react. In any case, the only way the Clan could get the parts was purchasing from friendly vendors through shady intermediaries.
I hate smugglers, Turel thought as he mentally reviewed the mission details one last time. Using smugglers hired by a third party was like playing Corellian roulette. Some were reliable, many tried to shake down the recipient for more creds for their troubles, all were undeservedly arrogant. The sooner he complete this transaction and was on his way to Kiast the better. He just had to make his way from one end of the terminal to the other and await his contact.
As the Sentinel proceeded down the corridor which connected the various docking bays he pushed his consciousness out through the Force, searching for anything unusual. It wouldn’t be the first time a routine supply mission had been disrupted by Inquisitorial party crashers and it paid to be cautious. Something caught his attention as he passed by Dock 168, a ripple in the Force. It was faint, but unmistakable as the presence of another Force user. Curiously it didn’t have the signature cold feel to it of the Dark Side.
Turel ducked off to the side away from prying ears and keyed up the earpiece to his commlink. “Echo Three, this is Raven Six, I think I’m going to be a little late to our meeting.”
A familiar and excited female voice replied, “What is it? Inquisitors again?”
“Not sure, I’m going to investigate.”
The female voice took on a judgmental tone. “You’d better not be flirting with bar wenches again! So help me I will tranq dart you and finish this mission myself!”
Turel chuckled for a second. Echo Three, or Socorro as Turel knew her, was a cybernetically enhanced commando who served as the Proconsul’s bodyguard when not on missions with the rest of her squad. The two had developed a close friendship and she often served as overwatch for him on his Sentinel Network missions. She also had tremendous respect for General Vorsa, Turel’s wife and fellow councilor and as such did not approve of his tendancy to flirt even if it was harmless.
“I believe they like to be called servers,” Turel retorted. “Besides, if I can make a hard working girl feel good about herself and get a discount on drinks at the same time it’s a win-win.” Socorro grunted into the commlink and Turel continued. “No, I sense something. Keep overwatch on our rendezvous site and let me know if you see anything.”
“Okay Raven Six, but you’d better behave yourself.”
“You know me. Plus, you can go to the market district with me to help pick out something nice for the General. I know a great jewelry store on thirteenth.”
Nothing came over the comm in reply but Turel knew Socorro squee’d audibly whereever she was. For a trained assassin the girl was a hopeless romantic.
Turel crept into the docking back and hid behind some crates. The source of the ripple in the Force was very close. A few moments later the sound of voices heralded the arrival of three Weequay and a Human down the ramp of the 720 Freighter docked in the bay. The Human male had copper-tanned skin, buzzed hair and a respectable amount of stubble on his stern face. Something about the man caught the Sentinel’s attention and he strained to eavesdrop on the conversation.
“Look, the Captain isn’t here right now so why don’t you scram and try to run your game somewhere else?” The Human was visibly irritated.
One of the Weequay blocked the Human’s path and began to poke him in the chest. “That’s a lovely ship you have there. It would be a shame if something were to…happen to it. A little protection is a small investment.”
Undaunted the Human batted the Weequay’s hand away. “I said we’re not interested. Now get lost!”
One of the thugs behind the Human attempted to sucker punch him, but ended up missing. The short-haired male ducked under the blow and responded with an elbow to the midsection. Turel was impressed, there was no way that guy could see the blow coming and yet he reacted anyway. Those were Jedi reflexes. Whomever this space jockey was, the Force was with him.
The remaining thugs overpowered the Human and held him in place by both arms while their comrade recovered.
“Did you see dat boss? He hit me!”
“I did… Seems this humie needs a lesson in respect. Eye for an eye!”
Turel jumped out from behind the crate and straightened his jacket. “Excuse me gentlemen.”
The Weequay who had been on the ground seconds ago was winding up to punch the Human in the stomach while his comrades held him in place. He was not pleased with the newcomer. “Mind your own business if you know what’s best for you.”
The Sentinel continued to calmly approach the unfolding altercation. “What’s best for me? How about you take your ameuter protection racket to a playground where it belongs and let the adults do their thing.”
The free thug turned around and started to draw a blaster pistol. Before he could level the weapon, Turel extended his right arm forward with almost superhuman speed and launched a dart from the concealed launcher under his sleeve. The dart found its mark in the Weequay’s neck. He let out a yelp and reached up with his free hand to try to remove the dart. The thug fired off a wild blaster shot as his arm went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
Turel calmly charged the dart launcher, readying it for another shot. The other two thugs had their hands full with a now struggling Human trying to take advantage of the situation and break free. The Sentinel flashed a cocksure grin. He reached through the Force to touch the mind of the supposed ringleader. “Now, your friend here has tuckered himself out and is taking a wittle nap.” He spoke the next words slowly, pushing hard through the Force. “You are going to take your friend here and go home. This isn’t worth it.”
The ringleader Weequay shook his head as if waking up from a daydream. “Get Zax, we’re leaving. This isn’t worth it.”
The third thug glanced at Turel, then at his boss, very confused. Finally he complied. They released the Human and drug their comrade out of the docking bay.
When they had left the Human looked at Turel. He had seen something similar in a holovid, it was almost like this intervening stranger had used a Jedi mind trick on that thug. There was no other explanation for what he just witnessed.
“Thanks for assist.”
Turel extended a palm to shake the other man’s hand. “Don’t mention it. My name is Turel by the way.”
“Xolarin…um, how did you get them to leave like that? I thought for sure there’d be a fight.”
The Sentinel smiled. “Come have a drink with me and I’ll tell you all about it. Tell me, what do you know about the Force?”