I couldn't leave without a ship, and even if I did have one, the Sith had this world sealed up tighter than a Catharian's pussy. I slumped against the far wall and let out a long sigh. It was enough to make me want to pack up and leave, to just vanish into the wastes of the galaxy, and let the Republic and Sith fight it out amongst themselves, without me. It wasn't enough that I was stuck following the orders of those hypocrites, now I had to risk my life to rescue one! I'd already had to fight a full-grown Rancor Beast, take on the entire Black Vulker gang, and break up a slaving operation just to get this far, not to mention all the incidental trouble that seemed to spring up like Onderonian weeds around here. I got up, and for the tenth or so time in the last couple of hours, began to pace the small room. The damned Jedi! The same Jedi who sat by and watched while the Mandalorians nearly conquered the Republic now wanted us to fight to the last man! I sat up in the bed and scrubbed my hands across my face. I'd watched a lot of friends die in this war, so many I couldn't even remember their names, and the prospect of seeing even more good men and women die in order to protect a corrupt Senate and their Jedi lapdogs was enough to make me ill. I couldn't help but think that if the Sith were going to win anyway, then a quick killing blow would've been better than the war of attrition we were now fighting.
She couldn't stop them from setting the Outer Rim on fire, a fire that would inevitably burn inwards, slowly, and with more destructive power than any direct assault. Her Battle Meditation was quickly becoming the stuff of legend among the soldiers of the Republic Army.Įven so, all she'd really done was prevent the Sith from driving directly into the heart of the Republic, the Core Worlds. "Bastilla." I said to the empty room, letting the name run across my lips and tongue, trying to figure out why it seemed so familiar.Īs far as I could remember, I'd never so much as spoken to a Jedi before, much less one who was being credited with blunting the Sith advance. And it wasn't doing a damn thing to help me sleep. It was more of an erratic, wheezing cough, the kind that signaled approaching death.Īll in all, it wasn't the kind of sound I wanted to hear just before I risked my life in an idiotic swoop race. It wasn't like the smooth, steady hum that was part of daily life onboard a starship. They were the grubby necessity beneath the gleaming surface above, and they were noisy as hell.
The great machines and other assorted devices needed to keep Upper Taris running smoothly were located in the Lower City.
The Hidden Bek base was not a quiet place.
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