Star Wars Fanfic - The Clone Jedi

(XXIV) Missing

"What Kilo said really shocked me. I didn't expect to find myself in such a situation. What had happened? Why wasn't she there? Was what I saw in Morabandtrue? I asked myself over and over, but could not find an answer.

Stay to guess what could have happened, not would change anything. If we wanted to find out what had happened, we had no choice but to go to Hina's apartment and try to discover any clues that could tell us about her whereabouts. And that we did.

To get to Hina's apartment we had to go through the most luxurious shopping area on Coruscant... and of course. That was a very bad idea. From the distance, I could see the glitzy establishments and wealthy people walking around with all their "glamour" through the streets. Completely ignorant of the Coruscant underworld situation. Or perhaps, they knew, but just didn't care.

I; wearing a dusty black robe and carrying a protocol droid with some dirt and grease stains on it, we weren't going to go unnoticed out there. So we had to find another solution. I had enough credits to buy some of the fancy clothing brands that were on the edge of the area... but I reckon my money's worth more than an overpriced piece of cloth. Or an uncomfortable pair of shoes that I would only wear once. So I tried to think of another way.

According to Kilo, we could skirt the area, but the fastest way could take us at least two rotations, I mean... two days... Excuse me. There are still things I don't forget about the army. He he.

And then I saw it. A small drawn carriage by a modified astromech droid. It seemed to be some kind of transport for couples and it was completely sealed. It sure wouldn't be cheap but better than walking around drawing everyone's attention.

Rage: - Hey. How much to cross to the other side of the shopping area? - The droid looked me up and down.

Droid: - Excuse me sir. But you do not meet the minimum hygiene requirements to use this transportation. -

Rage: - Don't worry about it. I will pay extra. - The droid stayed computing for a while.

Droid: - Still. This is a transport for couples. -

Rage: - How can you see... I'm not here alone. - I said while pointing to Kilo. The droid seemed overloaded. As if it was trying to process more information than it could process.

Droid: - These humans are getting rarer. Very well. Your request has been accepted. It will be 2000 credits plus 500 for sanitary conditions. -

Rage: - 2500 credits for a 30 minute ride? -

Droid: - Those are the conditions, sir. -

It seemed too exaggerated to me. But at this point I didn't have much of a choice. So I had to pay to get up. The interior was... quirky. To put it in some way. Full of luxuries and a coating of pink fur. And to top it off, multiple sex toys.

Kilo: - I must say that this is quite embarrassing. -

Rage: - Kilo. Not a word. -

The trip was extremely uncomfortable. I tried to look outside all the time so as not to see anything inside the carriage. Until we finally got to the other end. When we got off, a rather peculiar group noticed us, well... rather in me. They wore exotic clothing and, although they were all male but they seemed to have a tendency towards the same sex."

Rage's recording is interrupted again by someone talking to him behind his back.

"Well yes. I have to admit that it was a bit of an awkward situation. And to top it off you had to make that completely unnecessary comment Don't you remember? You said that some of the toys were too disproportionate in size. And that got even more attention."

Rage clears his throat.

"Okay. Everything that happened aside. We hurried into the residential area. It was quite luxurious though not as luxurious as the commercial area. Still, we sure were drawing too much attention."

It took us about 15 minutes to find the right block and another 20 minutes to find Hina's apartment. That place was huge, with a number of exaggerated levels. And finally, there it was, right under our noses. Department 541.

I knocked on the door more than once but no one responded. There was no window that would allow us to see inside. So we had to find some way to get in. But before I could think of anything, Kilo began to put a code on the apartment's security lock.

Rage: - Eh. What do you do? Do not insert random numbers. -

Kilo: - There arent random numbers. Military records contain the codes for each of these gates. - Kilo's comment gave me a little chill in the back, but before I could say a word, the panel gave an error.

Rage: - See? I told you it wouldn't work. -

Kilo: - Hmm. Strange. That shouldn't have happened. -

Rage: - Kilo. What are you doing? - I told him when I saw that he was disarming the security panel.

Kilo: - Hmm. This is strange. - He said after seeing the inside of the panel for a few seconds.

Anger: - What's going on? -

Kilo: - The cables are well connected. But someone fixed them at this point. Everything seems to indicate that someone cut them to try to access through a portable device, and then repaired so as not to arouse suspicion. -

Rage: - I'm not liking this. You can open the door from the inside. -

Kilo: - That won't be a problem. -

Kilo managed to access the controls and open the door, but what we found was not very encouraging. Inside the apartment, there was total chaos. Hundreds of objects and documents lying on the ground. Some broken machinery, shattered glass on the floor, and several computers with blaster marks.

I didn't know what had happened but it was more than clear that Hina was in trouble."