The End Of The War

Chapter 11

Neither liked the idea. If they went straight to the Imperial Center, they'd be identified quickly and turned over.

"What if we trade in a ship for another one?" Ochako asked.

"Depends on the type," the Sullustan said.

"A Republic Y-wing?"

It was always hard to read a Sullustan's face. But they could easily read the shock on his face.

"Even though that's a pricey ship, legally speaking, I can't sell or buy it. Even if you did have chain codes."

Izuku had a thought and walked over to him, subtly waving a couple fingers at the Sullustan.

"The Credits will do fine," he said, trying to use a Jedi Mind Trick on him.

"I just said they won't for long. I'd rather you two get your chain codes before selling you a ship," the Sullustan said, completely unaffected by the mind trick.

Izuku wanted to try and mind trick the Sullustan again, but didn't want the risk of being discovered as a Jedi. He didn't know what would happen to him. If Jedi already had bounties on them, he couldn't flout his Force sensitivity or abilities. He opted instead to exit the shipyard. Ochako wondered about his thought process.

"What's the plan?" She asked.

"Well... We need chain codes," he responded.

"But -"

"We'll just have to hope that the person inside is weak minded."

She had a worried expression on her face. There was definitely risk. Extremely high risk, but the way the Galaxy was moving, they needed those chain codes. While they were walking over to the city center, Izuku's comm began beeping. Or rather, Toshinori's comm. Before he was laid on his makeshift funeral pyre, Izuku removed his comm and lightsaber. When he activated it, an elderly voice began speaking. And it wasn't a Jedi's voice.

"Is this blasted thing working? Toshinori, you read?" The voice of an old man came through asking.

"Uh... This is his comm... He's permanently unavailable... This is his padawan..." Izuku cautiously answered.

"Don't let him know that! What if it's a bounty hunter? Or someone in the Empire?" Ochako reprimanded.

"What happened to him?" The old man asked.

"He was killed by clones," Izuku said.

"Are you even listening to me?" Ochako asked.

"I'm sorry! I spoke before thinking!"

"I see. Well, you are a Jedi, are you not?" The voice asked.

"N-no! I... I'm... A... Smuggler?"

Ochako rested her face in her hand in exasperation.

"Uh-huh. I know you're probably wondering if you can trust me. Well, believe me when I say I'm a friend of Toshinori's." The voice said.

That didn't ease either of them.

"Still not convinced? Meet me over Florrum. I'll explain everything there."

The line went dead.

"What do you think we should do, Deku?"

"I have no idea."

"Well, was he honest? Could you sense that?"

Izuku slapped his forehead, sighing.

"Why didn't I try to?" He whispered to himself.

She sighed with a slight smirk.

"Well... do you think the Force wants us to go there? I can't believe those words left my mouth."