Legend of the Harp Episode I: Birth of a Jedi

Legend of the Harp By Hemaccabe Episode I: Birth of a Jedi Chapter 6: Rebirth

Legend of the Harp

By Hemaccabe

Episode I: Birth of a Jedi

Chapter 6: Rebirth

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***Ti Bault, Former Chief Bounty Contractor of the Trade Federation, Aram Station***

Ti and Gall were docked at Aram station when the Zygerrian trapezoidal prism entered the system and wallowed its way to dock. Ti had been entering notes in his personal system waiting, and upon seeing the ship's arrival, they moved out and carefully followed the new arrivals to the Sutler's. There was a short human man with a leather vest and a single blaster on his belt, a clone trooper in civilian clothes and double pistol rig, a really big furry creature with big claws and a red haired teenage human girl with some sort of long wooden stick. Ti and Gall walked past the Sutler's alcove, found a quiet spot and began to discuss strategy.

"Your job is to take two gun and the beast. I'll take leather vest and the girl. If they get shirty, I have an alert that will bring the station's garrison." Gall said.

"Why do I get the beast?" Ti asked a bit resentfully.

"The beast will go down easy for a blaster but hard for an axe. Vest and girl look like they know how to move, might be tricky to shoot, my axe has never failed." Gall answered.

"Can't argue with that logic, on three?" Ti replied.

***Jedi Knight Furin Kazan, Upsalon Station***

I was sitting at my office on Upsalon Station when one of my intelligence alerts went off. I quickly pulled up the report and read it. A Jedi was involved in the attack on the Eadu research station.

"Well imagine that," I thought to myself with a smirk.

Ti was apparently still alive and hunting. Also, Ti thought the Jedi might be his hijacker. How perceptive. They were now stalking a frustum shaped ship, of apparent Zygerrian design, to Aram station. Apparently Ti had made a friend named Gall, good for him.

"Well much luck to him," I thought and found myself on my feet. I needed to go to that ship's aid. I had never felt the Force move through me so strongly.

"Shield, in the ship. We need to launch a rescue right away!" I barked.

Shield popped out of his charging rig and beat me to the airlock. Bearer was away and in hyperspace in record time.

We blasted into Aram-space having pushed the hyperspace drive as hard as it could go and then some. Aram-space wasn't well patrolled, so I crossed to the station at unsafe speeds and spun to a stop at a docking port using way too much gravitics. My teeth ached from the reverb. I opened the airlock and jumped through before the seal was completed.

Shield reported, "There is a station-wide alert indicating there is a violent confrontation at the Sutler's store on the main concourse."

"Excellent," I replied, "Take us to it!"

We raced through the station to see a large-scale melee in progress. On outer side of the ring shaped main station concourse was a partially enclosed lounge/seating area that was being used by locals shooting at Imperial Storm Troopers who were in the middle of the concourse and were shooting back. The Storm Troopers were also shooting into the Sutler's store on the inner side of the concourse. In the Sutler's store, I could see a big furry creature on the floor and a clone with two pistols shooting back.

As I got closer, I could see someone wielding a light saber fighting someone with a shock axe. Then I realized the one with the light saber was Jedi Knight Jors Zaemon!

"Hi Jojo." I said.

"Hello Furry." He replied.

"You done playing with that guy yet?" I joked.

My light sabers ignited, and I wandered into the Storm Troopers. The Storm Troopers were distracted by fire on both sides. I walked down them like a farmer cutting wheat. In a few moments, I was able to clear the concourse. How long reinforcements would take was anyone's guess.

I was about to try to organize the situation when someone shot me in the back.

Then my memory went funny.

I definitely remembered someone got under my arm.

I looked down and there was Fion! She was helping me stay up.

"Fion you're alive! How?" I asked getting a little woozy.

Fion said, "Do you have a ship?"

"Yes," I answered, "It's this way," and I pointed.

I may have said, as we walked, "We could go to my farm if you want."

I hope I didn't.

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