Remi the Grey
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06.23.2012 , 09:54 PM |
Part 4. Mercenary
Codes in hand Remi met the small group at her favorite landing zone. It was an abandoned shuttle port overrun with Killiks and malfunctioning battle droids. No one else used it so it was perfect for her purposes. She surveyed her ship with pride. From the outside, her ship looked like the unholy mating of a freighter and a small D5-Mantis.
“We’re going in that?” Doc said as the group approached. He stared up at the oddly shaped hull dubiously.
“It’s not too late to grow brains and back out.” She replied, adding. “I keep whatever you’ve already paid though.” Remi walked up the gangplank; the others trailed behind her. They were welcomed by her crew, three astromech droids. She was rather proud of the upgrades she had made to their processors and she never wiped their memory cores. She thought wistfully about T7-01, they would never be as good as the little droid who had become her friend; she hoped he found a better Jedi.
The odd ship’s galley and mess were combined into one small compartment, not surprising for a ship with only one live crewmember. The bounty hunter had arranged the crates of Imperial and Republic rations so that the room could seat three people but it was still cramped. The group ate in silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts.
“What do you think of the mercenary?” Lord Scourge asked.
Kira and Doc exchanged a surprised look. Lord Scourge was not one to start a conversation, especially one that would certainly be overheard by the subject. “Ardun Kothe trusts her.” Kira said uncomfortably. She had not liked how evasive the former Jedi had been when questioned about their contact.
“The trust of a failed Jedi.” Scourge said with contempt. Kira said nothing; it had been hard enough to convince the Sith Lord to come with them. She never learned what happened, one day she was part of a team that saved the galaxy, the next Lord Scourge was banished from Republic space and Master Remi left the Order. Then she just disappeared altogether.
“If you really want to know what’s under that helmet of hers. I bet Ole Doc can get her to open up.” Doc asserted with his trademark confidence. Kira rolled her eyes. He stroked her arm softly. “It’s just intel gathering baby, I wouldn’t take it too far.” Kira blushed, slapping Doc’s hand away.
As charming as he was, she hated his lack of discretion. It was hard enough to get the members of the Council to see her as a competent Jedi; a romantic relationship was one more thing for them to frown upon. When Master Remi left, they had looked to Kira to fill her role, sending her on countless missions to slow the Empire’s advance. She failed and the Empire devoured territory. At first, she had been angry with her former master, now she just wanted to know why she left.