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Author’s Notes: Continuing from Part 2.

Chapter 3: History

The young woman about eighteen years old approached me in the Krayt Dragon cantina on Corellia. She had short blode hair and striking blue eyes. She was wearing a dark robe of the Sith or one of Darth Revan’s supreme officers. She looked pretty armed and beautiful but the attractive ones are always the more dangerous. She seated herself in front of me without me inviting her. No one seemed to care or notice what was going on but I knew.

“Are you called Jaq Rand? The reknown ace pilot from the Mandalorian and Jedi Sith Civil Wars?”

“Yeah, what do you want? I hope it’s not for a autograph.”

“No.” She pulled out a hold-out blaster from under the table. “I’m Sera Jade, Dark Lady’s Hand of the Sith Empire.”

“Oh,” I said out of apathy as I sipped my cup of juma juice. “Didn’t know that Revan had personal bodyguards and killers to do her dirty work. Thought she’s all powerful ever since she became an Dark Lady Sith Lord. You must be so special, Jade. Special enough to pick up the broken toys after Revan was done playing with them. Then moving on to the next victim to play with.”

“Do not insult the Dark Lord! She’s ruler of the galaxy and you should give the Sith proper respect!”

“Honey, you haven’t seen the Sith like I have unless you go up to them and introduce yourself like a idiot. Trust me, you’re not Sith material.” I slammed my cup on the table to call for a waitress working here. “Adi, give me more juma juice and give some to my lady friend here.”

“Your insolence and reckless behavior will be the end of you.” Jade brandished the blaster.

“Thank you. You have not idea how much that means to me.” I said with great sarcasm. “Then again I hear that from everyone.”

“It wasn’t a compliment. But if you want to hear one – you are a atin drunk di’kutla in the eyes of the droten.”

“Mandalorian insults won’t get you anywhere, honey. Actions do way better than words.” I turned over the glass so I could get the last drops.

“Don’t call me hon-!”

“Sorry, I took too long,” The waitress came by with a large pitcher and a couple of cups. “Was my timing too bad?”

“No, perfect timing as always, Adi,” I assured as I fished through my pockets for some credits. “My date was starting to get a little thirsty. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Yes,” Jade quickly put away her blaster, probably going to use it when we are alone and no witnessess are around. She glared at me with her venomous eyes of hers. “Thank you… dear.”

“I see,” Adi said cheerfully. “I’ll leave the two of you alone then.” She took my credits and scurried away, preparing another order.

“Thanks for not shooting at her, Jade. Adi’s not that bright but she has a nice rack.”

“You’re a pig. I’m only here for you, no one else.”

“Whatever, honey.”

“I told you to stop calling me th-”

“What do you want with me?”

“Your life. You have betrayed the Sith Empire and you must pay.” Jade took out the blaster and shot me multiple times.

Sera Jade had stunned me instead of killing me, either on purpose or she did it by accident. But she let me live that day – I knew this when I woke up near a dumpster. She gave me a note saying: Look, I did you a favor. So I suggest you leave Corellia for good and head for Nar Shaddaa. Give yourself a new identity and give no information about your past. I don’t know what happened to her after that. She probably got killed or something…

~

As we walked to Citadel Station Cantina, I noticed some people were looking at the Jedi Exile Andria Trelyve as though they were accusing her with something. The Telosians either bowed respectfully in her presence or glared quietly at her. Andria ignored them as she walked past them without a care in the world but fastened her pace ahead of me.

“Come on, Atton,” Andria called out to me as she turned around. “You’re too slow and I’m starving.”

“Alright, alright,” I said, catching up to her as the Telosians headed their way.

When we reached the cantina’s building, Andria halted when she saw a poor sullustan getting harrassed by two thugs. I tried to stop her from doing anything stupid, but she stepped in. Just like any arogant Jedi would do.

“What’s going on here, boys?” Andria asked as she gestured to the sullustan. “What did this sullustan do to you?”

The sullustan spoke up first. “Please help me! These people are going to hurt me!” He hid behind her back.

“Don’t worry, I will. Just tell me what happened.” Andria assured.

“Thank you! I was sitting in bar, drinking and minding my own business. One the humans bumped himself into me, spilling drink on us. This is where we ended up. Please help me, human female. These two will hurt me, send me home with broken bones and spirit ruined.”

“Is that true?” She asked the thugs.

“Look, he made my associate look like a fool. So we are going to teach him a lesson.” One of the thugs said. “We just want to talk to him.” He held out his hand to the Sullustan. The Sullustan shuddered, clinging on to Andria’s clothes.

“It doesn’t look like it,” Andria said. “I suggest you two leave him alone and go space yourselves before this gets ugly.”

“Then you shouldn’t have gotten involved,” The other thug responded as they both raised their blasters at me, Andria, and the sullustan. They started to squeeze the trigger to fire.

I thought for certain we were going to get blasted as we raised our hands peacefully. Dammit, Andria! How many times we have to go through this? Why is it everywhere we go, we get blasted?

With a flick of a finger, Andria must’ve used the Force to knock the thugs off their feet as though she pulled a imaginary rug they were standing on. They released their hold on their blasters as they went flying in the air. She summoned both of them to her hands and aimed them at the thugs’ faces as they groaned in pain.

“Get up!” She barked the order, her fingers still on the the triggers.

The thugs recovered quickly and stood up slowly in surrender. They could tell the lady with the guns is serious. They looked more surpised than hurt from the fall. Or maybe their manly prides were hurt because they probably didn’t think or believe a pretty woman in nice clothing would overpowered them so easily. They know better now.

“Look,” One of the thugs begged. “We don’t want any trouble.”

“Yeah,” The other thug said. “What he said.”

“Too late,” she snarled. “You already got it.”

I had a bad feeling in my gut that Andria might actually shoot them right then as she glared angrily at them, never keeping her eyes off of them. But that’s not what a Jedi or whatever she is is supposed to do, right? She has the same expression and skill with a blaster like a bounty hunter or assassin. Maybe that’s what she is. She’s the most strangest Jedi I’ve ever met.

“Apologize to the sullustan,” she said finally, brandishing the weapons.

“We’re sorry,” They both said automatically. “Won’t happen again.”

“Now get out of here,” she fired a warning shot at the ground. “And don’t let me catch you bothering another unarmed being!”

“Yes, ma’am,” they ran away.

When they were gone, she hid the blasters and tucked them into the folds of her robes. The sullustan turned to her in graditude.

“Thank you so much, female human!” He took out a wad of credits. ”Here take these credits for my thanks.”

“Thanks,” She folded his fingers over the wad. “But no thanks. Helping you was thanks enough. I can’t stand it when there are people are bullying others.”

“Thank you, female human,” He put his credits away. “Your species are rare to find such kindness in rough times. Especially in the stories about you.”

“You should probably leave before their friends arrive looking for you.”

“You are right. I’m going to stay away from bars for now on. Thank you again and best wishes… Princess.” He hurried away.

Andria watched him leave before turning to me. “Come on, Atton.” She smiled and gripped my arm gently as though nothing had happened.

“What did the sullustan meant by ‘Princess’?” I asked.

She sighed. “I prefer not to talk about it. I’ll explain later, okay?”

~

“Geez, Atton! You eat your food like a kiffa pig!” Andria exclaimed, pointing at my clean plate.

“Well, you eat like a horse, Andria! Why are you standing up like that?” I objected.

“Because I don’t want to be seen with you.”

“Fine!” I yelled at her.

“Fine!” She yelled back at me.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Can I have your plate since you’re not going to have it?”

“Fine. You can have it. I’m going to turn away so I don’t have to watch you eat. Tell me when you’re done.”

“Andria, tell me about yourself.”

Andria shifted uncomfortally against a wall. “I’ll tell you if you tell me your history first.”

“Fair enough. But there’s nothing special about me. I’m just a guy from Corellia. I’m nothing but a mere smuggler trying to make a honest living. Shipping goods illegally from one world to another doing that sort of thing, you know. I was making a smuggling run to Peragus, delivering mining tools and goods there. Then I was imprisoned by the station’s security, claiming I’ve broken some law smuggling weapons and grenades. I was stuck in the Force cage while rouge mining droids killed everyone. Bored and hungry for a long time, until you came in your underwear and things got a little better. Now that’s how we ended up now. Tell me your story.”

“Okay, I’m Princess Alexandria Isabella Darsha Elizabeth Trelyvee of Hapes. I was raised as a Jedi Knight on Dantooine then a General at age 16 in the Mandalorian Wars. I’ve learned many things at the time and got some experience from it a fighter and mechanic. Everyone could see that even Revan. I was Revan’s right hand, one of the Dark Lady’s Hands, a killer. I left after I tracked down my final assignment, a deserter of war named Jaq Rand.”

“What!?” I choked on my food. This is the woman who tried to kill me? Is she Sera Jade? “What do you mean by ‘left’? What about Jaq Rand?”

She looked at me. “I was ordered to go undercover and track him then eventually kill him so he wouldn’t reveal Darth Revan’s plans for the Jedi. I found myself unable to kill him. It didn’t feel natural to me as it always does. He seemed harmless and a poor example of a man. So I set my blaster on stun and shot him. I tossed his body in the dumpster so he could escape to Nar Shaddaa. He could’ve awoken from the effect early before the garbage men could decompose him or he’s dead right now. Either way I spared his life. Why is this Jaq Rand important to you? Is he some relative of yours or something?”

“No. No. Just curious. Rand is a very common last name.” I lied. This is Sera Jade! Was Sera Jade. ”Tell me what happened after you tossed Jaq in the garbage.”

“I hoped to get away quietly but Malak wanted Revan to send HK-47 to kill me but Revan let me escape to the Jedi if I could get out of there alive. Well, I went back to the Jedi. They immediatly rejected me, of course so I became the ’Jedi Exile’ in their eyes. Later, I became a drifer and wandered the galaxy until I met Pirate Lord Cyriss and his ship, Fighter’s Soul. I kept changing my identity and history to survive and became Isabel Falls or ‘Bloody Belle’. I have the tattoo and scar to prove it. I didn’t stay for long and left for Republic space only to find out I was being hunted by every known being in the galaxy just because I used to be a Jedi.”

“Boy, you have it rough. The way you handled those thugs – you’re scary. You refused to take a reward of credits – that’s just plain stupid. How can you be a princess?”

Andria glared at me. Yep, she looked different from Sera Jade. “I guess I should take that as a compliment. I don’t know. A princess is a princess until she has a blaster or vibroblade in her hand.”

I pushed my plate away, unable to eat anymore. “Does that mean you’re a princess now? Is that necklace a weapon?”

“Yeah, kinda,” She indicated the blasters in her robes and some normal hairpins. It looked like normal hairpins until she turned on a switch – they were hidden daggers and a shockstaff. “Never leave yourself unarmed not even for a second. Third rule of war.” She switched them off and put them back in her hair. “The necklace was a gift from a friend.”

“Yeah, what’s the first and second rule?”

“First rule is: Shoot first and ask questions later. Second is: Don’t get shot.”

“Okay.” I took a long gulp of juma juice. “I wonder how we ended up here anyhow.”

“The Force,” Andria sat down in a chair, facing me. “The Jedi say the Force brings beings closer together and connects all living things.”

“I’ve flown from one side of this galaxy to another,” I boasted, “but I’ve never seen anything to make me believe there’s one all-powerful Force controlling everything.”

“Yeah, well, I used to think that way too. I lost my connection to the Force for years until recently. I’ve never been more in tune with the Force as I do now.”

“Let me tell you, Princess Alexandria- Uh, what’s your name again?”

“Alexandria Isabella Darsha Elizabeth Trelyvee. But I prefer not to be called that. Just call me Andria. Don’t ask why I got the long names.”

“How about I just call you, Princess?”

“No. I don’t feel like a princess. Princesses play dress-up, I don’t.”

“Babe?”

“No.”

“You weren’t complaining on Peragus. I had a feeling you liked being called that.”

“Yeah, right. And you’re asking for a lightsaber through the head, pal.”

“Psst!” I whispered to her. “Guess what? You don’t have one, remember?”

“Sure, it’s now a hush-hush secret now, isn’t it? Feel free to spread the news.”

“Looks like it.”

“Once we’re off Telos, you’re free to leave and forget this whole experience ever happened.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“How about sweetheart?”

“No. I’m nobody’s sweetheart.”

“How about you become my sweetheart?”

“Ha! Only in your dreams, Atton.”

“You have no idea what my dreams are like, Andria.”

“Does it have something to do with me in my underwear?”

“Something like that but mor-”

“Uggh, sorry I asked. Enough games. Just tell me what you had in mind.”

“Ever since Peragus, you seemed at less peace with yourself. Like something has been bothering you or you forgot something. But you’re different now. I’m glad the Force has returned to you. You’re more at peace now. It’s kinda nice to see. You’re a nice counterbalance to the old witch we’re forced to travel with.”

“Thank you. Ready to leave now?”

“In a minute.” I looked away to watch a band of Biths playing a tune. “Wanna dance?”

“No. I don’t know how or care to.”

I stood up from my chair and offered my hand. “Oh, come on. Don’t give me that. I’ll teach you, I promise you’ll have fun.”

“Alright. I’ll dance with you only if it’ll make you shut up for now on.” Andria accepted my hand as I escorted her out to the dance floor.

“Good. You won’t regret it.”

~

Telosian Apartment

“I thought you said you didn’t know how to dance.” We had danced for a while without missing a beat. I tried to teach Andria how to dance but she began dancing right away. We nearly danced the night away. “You had better moves than me.”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you,” Andria smiled. “I used to go undercover as a dancer. So yeah, I had to learn how to dance perfectly. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“But you could have gotten a job as a cantina dancer or on the Starlight Delights with those kind of moves!”

“Nah, I always hated the dancer outfits they wore and dancing for credits isn’t my thing.”

“What dancer outfits?”

“Well, I find them very revealing and they make your-,” She stopped to look at me. “Like I’m going to tell you anything else, perv. I think you’re just dying to see a woman in one.” She sat down on a sleep couch and crossed her legs.

“Why does everyone assume I’m a pervert?”

“Because you are one, Atton.”

The comlink beeped a alert. Andria quickly stood up and fished through her pockets to get it.

“It’s Kreia. She got some news: the Ebon Hawk has been stolen but she just found a light transport we could use to fly to the surface. On Telos’s surface, we could find our little ship thief.”

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More to be continued. Part 4 coming soon.

 

 

 

 

 

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