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As Sashé worked on the turrets, Mical stood nearby, still sorry about their argument earlier that day. He had misjudged the Exile terribly. He had dismissed her as a washed-up Jedi failure, a nothing. A soldier consumed by bloodlust. But he had been wrong. Sashé Félon was not the Jedi failure he had supposed her to be. She was not a soldier thirsting for the blood of her enemies. And to Mical, she was becoming more than nothing. To him, she was worth more than he could possibly give.
“Well,” Sashé was saying, “Now that you’ve asked everything else, I suppose you want to see the holorecord of the trial as well.”
“If you would allow me.” Sashé turned around from the console she tinkering on and looked into his eyes and, Mical felt, his very soul.
“I trust you,” she said finally. “T3-M4 has it. You can see it once we’re on the ship.”
“I appreciate your trust,” Mical said genuinely. “Thank you.”
“Uh-huh,” came the grunt as Sashé suddenly pulled her hand away from the sparking console. She wasn’t fast enough. A grizzly burn had claimed most of her left hand.
“Are you alright?” Mical cried, rushing to her assistance.
“Yeah, I think so.” She cradled her burnt hand as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Please allow me to look at the burn. I have had medical training by the best physicians in the galaxy,” he assured her.
“If you say so,” she said, letting Mical examine her hand.
“It doesn’t look too bad,” he said, turning her suntanned, slender hand in his strong one. “But I do think that you should use your right hand for a while.” He lightly touched the burn and Sashé let out a cry of pain, yanking back her hand.
“Sorry,” Mical said, pulling a bandage out of his utility belt. “May I put a bandage on it?”
“If you think it’ll help.”
Within a matter of minutes, Mical had skillfully wrapped the burn in the cloth. Sashé returned to repairing the turret console.
“So, how long have you been a spy for Carth?”
Sashé’s question caught Mical off guard.
“What?”
“You heard me.” Sashé smiled playfully. “I’m not mad. I know what it’s like to get orders that don’t seem right. I just want to know how long you’ve been a spy. I thought maybe you could answer some questions I had.”
“About five years. Since the end of the Jedi Civil War. What questions did you have?”
“Is there any information on exiled Jedi? I mean information that would be free to the people. For anyone to access.”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“In the mining facility at Peragus, I met an HK-50 assassin droid. He knew about my exile and I was pretty surprised. I just wanted to know where he got that information.”
“Well, I can assure you he didn’t get it from any of the databases I’ve seen.”
“Well, that’s comforting.” Sashé sounded worried.
“What’s wrong?”
“He said he was an assassin droid. Assassins work for people. Who gave him that information?” The question was to herself, but Mical answered anyway.
“Perhaps he was working for the Exchange.”
“I was afraid of that.”
“Don’t worry; your companions and I will protect you.” Sashé smiled at him.
“That’s sweet, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”
“Why ever not?”
“I’ve already dealt with the Exchange. Did you ever notice that the bounty was for live Jedi?”
“No, not really.”
“Well, now I know why.”
“Why?”
“I met with G0-T0.”
“Who?”
“The leader of the Exchange.”
“What did he want with you?”
“It wanted me to ‘fix’ the Republic.”
“It? You mean G0-T0’s a droid?”
“Yeah. That’s why people were always complaining that it was always holograms with G0-T0. The droid would always be there, of course, but no one ever thought that it was the elusive Exchange boss.”
“Fascinating. Perhaps I should report that to the Admiral.”
“Report what?”
“That G0-T0 wants the Jedi to resume-”
“Oh, no, that’s not what he wants.”
“What?”
“He doesn’t care who wins as long as his profits aren’t decreased.”
“So, if the Sith became the rulers of the galaxy, he wouldn’t have a problem with that?”
“Like I said, as long as his profits weren’t diminished.”
“Jerk,” Mical muttered under his breath.
“My sentiments exactly.”
Sashé soon repaired the terminal and moved on to the droid bay.
“There’s only three military droids? We don’t have a chance.” Mical sounded hopeless.
“You under estimate the Force, Mical,” Sashé said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “They can be fixed.”
“But there’s only three.”
“I know. And?”
“Sashé, there’s three droids. Azkul already knows how weak Khoonda is. I don’t think three droids are going to stop him.”
“Well, it’s a good thing that the three droids aren’t the only thing stopping him.”
“Come again?”
“Mical, we have the militia, dozens of devastating mines, re-adjusted turrets, a Jedi Master and three military droids.” She paused, pulling a hydrospanner out of a droid, squinting at the handle. “Here, can you read this?” she asked, handing it to Mical.
“‘Akkere’. Who’s Akkere?”
“A Sullustan who sells droid parts just outside of Khoonda. Strange,” she murmured softly. “He said that he hasn’t set foot inside of Khoonda.”
“Well, this obviously proves otherwise. What do you think he was doing?”
“Probably scrapping the droids for cheap parts.” She shook her head in disgust. “He’d better have a good reason for it. Otherwise, I’m turning him in to Zherron.”
“As you should. But what would be a ‘good reason’ to you?”
“I don’t know right now. But if he gives one, I’ll let him slide.” She stood, ready to go.
“Shouldn’t you fix the droids first?”
“No, we need to finish this first. Once they’re fixed, we can’t risk him coming and switching their targeting priorities by mistake. Let’s go.”
Sashé led Mical through the door to the back of Khoonda and over to a corner where Akkere stood, waiting hopefully for customers.
“Ah, you return!” Akkere cried happily. “Would you like to see my inventory?”
“No, thanks. I’d like you to see something.” She pulled out the hydrospanner she’d found in the military droid. “Do you know anything about this?”
“My hydrospanner! I have looking everywhere for it! Where did you find it?”
“In one of the military droids. Care to explain what it was doing there?”
“Ah, I have been found out! Please, do not hurt me! I had good motives!”
“Oh? What motives?”
“My brother’s second wife is with child and she has fallen gravely ill. Her condition is life threatening. He cannot get her treated because the doctors will not treat her without immediate payment. I have until the half-moon to get the money to him.”
“That’s terrible. Here, take fifty credits,” Sashé said, handing him the much-needed money.
“Thank you, thank you!” Akkere cried, accepting the credits graciously.
“But you can’t strip the droids anymore,” Sashé warned.
“You have my word! Besides, with your wonderful gift, I can leave now to give this to my brother. Thank you!” he cried one last time before running towards the docking bay.
“That was very kind of you,” Mical said admirably. “Instead of turning him in, you had pity on him and even helped him.”
“If I can alleviate one person’s suffering, I have made a difference. It is the way of the Jedi.”
“Yes, the teachings of the Jedi echo in your deeds. It is nice to see a change in the galaxy for the better.”
“I try.” She turned and disappeared into Khoonda, Mical not far behind. Once she had fixed the droids, she met up with Zherron outside.
“Are you ready to finalize the battle plans?” he asked in his usual gruff voice.
“Yes. I’ve done everything I can.”
“Alright then. Now all we have to do is wait.”
Suddenly, Master Vrook ran out of Khoonda with his green lightsaber activated.
“I see you have boosted Khoonda’s defenses. Well done. I’m going to the mercenary camp now to delay them as long as I can.” Saying nothing more, he ran off, still swinging his lightsaber wildly.
“So that’s it then,” Mical said quietly. “Where should we wait?” he asked, turning to Sashé.
“You are going to wait in the Ebon Hawk. I’m staying here. I need to have a few private words with Master Vrook.” Mical looked anguished, but Sashé turned away before she could notice.
“As you wish.”
As Mical walked away from Khoonda, he fought the urge to look back. Finally, he gave in. He turned and saw Sashé looking with Zherron to the horizon, waiting for the mercenaries’ attack. She seemed strong and ready, yet somehow soft and scared. Wiping the emotions from his mind, he turned back to the path and kept walking, hoping she’d be safe.

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