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Light. Light everywhere. Blades of light were being used as weapons by many, on a bridge of a dark ship.

It felt so real, like I there, in that moment; but how could I be?

“WAKE UP! Good your awake, you’ve been trashing around in your sleep for days. If you hadn’t woken up I don’t know what I would have done.”

Those were the first coherent words I heard. As I forced myself up form my sleeping position, the world spun around me and for a moment, I didn’t know which side was up.

“You look pretty shaken, bad dreams?” the voice asked.

“The worst.” I answered in kind.

“Well, you hit your head pretty hard as we crashed so I’m guessing you haven’t recovered fully from the shock yet.”

“Tell me about it… it feels like I drank three drums of Corellian ale in one go and then took on five arena champions at the same time. This headache is worse than the time I was almost sucked into the vacuum of space, come to think about it; I actually prefer that over this.”

“You know, you’ve got a pretty smart mouth for a soldier.” He chuckled.

“It helps me survive better.” I let out an involuntary groan as the world finally stopped spinning and I could finally look at this man’s face better.

I already had a guess who my saviour was, but the years taught me it was better to be safe. My guess turned out to be correct; it was Carth Onasi who saved me. You didn’t really have to look at someone like Carth to be sure it was him. Carth was the type of man that a signature written all over him.

Carth was a gunslinger. In this case, He was wearing the orange vest that was part of what made him famous, and of course, like any gunslinger, he had two blaster pistols strapped to both of his thighs. He probably had more weapons hiding somewhere but it really didn’t matter to me, as long as he wasn’t using them on me that is. Carth was considered a hero for what he did in the Mandalorian wars, excluding that, it was rumoured that he held a grudge against the current Admiral of the Sith fleet, Saul Karath. Whatever his reasons, I was glad that I wasn’t at opposite ends with him. Not yet anyway.

“Thanks for waiting for me before you ejected the pod. I probably would have never made it out alive if it wasn’t for you.” I told him.

“Don’t thank me yet. By the looks of things, we’re still not done and I don’t fancy taking on an entire planet under Sith control without a bit of help.”

“I knew I should have just stayed asleep.” I groaned. I probably wouldn’t have said that, but as it were, the throbbing in my head had subsided, but it wasn’t finished either. Before he could reply I said:

“You’re Carth Onasi aren’t you? I’m Stormcrow, Eon Stormcrow. I’m part of the guard for the jedi Bastila Shan and I’m under her direct command. Why a jedi would need guards is beyond me.”

“You’re under her direct command?’ Carth asked with amazement. “You’re file indicated that she requested for your transfer to the Endar Spire, but it didn’t say that you were under her direct command. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, but if I were you, I stay away from politics, any form of politics.” He warned.

It wasn’t strange to me that someone like Carth disliked politics, I didn’t like it either. I know that it’s important for the galaxy at large but for a soldier like me, politics plays little significance on the battlefield. When you’re looking down a barrel of a blaster, you won’t be thinking about politics, you’d be thinking about ducking.

“I didn’t know that, and trust me, I don’t like politics too.” That was the only answer I could muster before my headache started escalating again. With it, I let out another groan.

“Hey, you sure you’re all right? I wouldn’t want you to be passing out on me before we even get started.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need to be filled in on what happened since I was out. How long was I out anyway?” I asked.

“Three days. In any case, you’re right, I am Carth Onasi. While you were out, I was able to scout about and found out some pretty interesting stuff.” And so Carth started filling me in.

Turns out I missed a lot; first off, we were on a planet called Taris. From what I could remember, there was a Jedi Academy here but it was destroyed during the Mandalorian Wars. Taris is divided into three parts, the Upper city, the Lower city and the Under city. From what Intel Carth could gather, there were only three escape pods that survived the crash; one of it was ours which crashed in the Upper city, the other two crashed in the Lower city.

Second, it was obvious that one of the remaining two escape pods was Bastila’s because it was announced only hours ago that she would be the prize for the annual swoop race event between the two largest and rivalling gangs of Taris happening in the Lower city.

Third, Taris is under Sith control by a planetary blockade. Even if we did find a way to save Bastila, we still needed to get off a planet behind enemy lines.

“So basically, our job is to rescue Bastila from the dregs of Taris’ Underbelly, find a transport, undergo the dangers of being shot to space dust by the Sith Fleet if we try to escape, and try our best not to get discovered along the way… am I correct so far?” I asked with heavy sarcasm.

“Well… that’s not how I would put it, but yes, that is our job.” Answered Carth.

“Hmm… I don’t like our odds, but it’s the best we’ve got. So first things first, we need to get to the Lower city. Did you find a way in?” I asked.

“I did.” He answered. “But it’s a little complicated, there’s a elevator not far from here but it’s guarded by a Sith patrol. Unless you want to attract their attention, it wouldn’t be prudent to just start firing at them.”

“Then we’ll need to steal a disguise. The best person to steal from is a Sith trooper, if he or she is drunk, it’d be way easier.” I said after a moment’s pause.

“Then it looks like we need to head to the cantina.” Carth said.

I nodded in agreement, still lost in thought. Even if we we’re able to get into the Lower city, we’d still need to find out which gang was holding Bastila and fight or sneak our way in. Not only that, but if something went wrong, Carth and I, and possibly Bastila, would likely get killed.

Did we really have to take such a huge risk just to save a Jedi? What was so special about Bastila anyway? I wanted to ask this
question to Carth but my head was still slightly spinning and I knew I couldn’t handle to information, yet.

As we headed out of the room that Carth found and decided to use a temporary camp, something caught my attention… Bastila was in my dream of a bridge on a dark ship…

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