[WARNING: Hints of SA]
5 BBY, Coruscant
Eli disembarked from the modified Lambda class shuttle he was given by Commander Sato, having parked in the Coruscant Underworld to avoid detection. This was the first time he'd stepped foot in Coruscant in around 14 years... since the Empire first came around.
Rampart had decided to tag along, purely by the coincidence of a friend of his asking for his presence. Eli didn't mind, after all, he wouldn't be following Eli around for long...
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Rampart asked from behind him. "One wrong move..."
"And I'm dead; I know," Eli mumbled under his breath, fixing his poncho.
"Right." Rampart just sighed, adjusting the collar of the Imperial uniform he'd apparently stolen a few months back. "This stupid... goddamn... anyway. If you ever do need to contact me, call me Edmon."
Eli blinked. "What-?"
"Never mind. Lonni's waiting." Rampart sighed before walking off.
Looking for a small speeder, Eli speedwalked through the bustling streets, avoiding stormtrooper patrols whenever possible. Finally, he found a speeder bike... hold up...
That was no ordinary speeder... it was a modified motorcycle. Very few Earthlings had the guts to bring their vehicles from home, and the two exceptions Eli was aware of would both murder whoever stole theirs. So instead, he hopped on the blue airspeeder beside it before starting the engines and tapping into the Force...
"Eli, go to Level 1782," Windu's voice directed him. "There you will find an old acquaintance who will help you with your task."
"The junkyard-?" Eli asked skeptically. Did his master want him to find a droid...?
Driving to the given destination, he parked in a secluded area before hopping off. Level 1782 was one huge junkyard; like a miniature version of Bracca, almost. Rats scurried between scraps of what used to be ships, billboards, comms, droids, and even damaged lightsaber hilts that had evidently been incinerated or something after the attack on the Temple. The smell of burning metal in the distance was overwhelming. Eli pulled out a breathing mask to avoid dying from smoke inhalation.
Using the Force to navigate his way through, he eventually came close to the incinerator, where sparks flew from red hot scrap, threatening to smolder through anything it landed on. By now, the temperature had increased significantly, along with the toxicity of the fumes.
Thank God I have a mask, Eli thought before scanning the perimeter. What exactly did Windu expect him to find...?
"You there!" A droid's voice called out- familiar, yet slightly irritating. "Help!"
"Oh my-" Eli's eyes widened before wading through the scrap to find the droid in particular... or rather, his head. Squinting slightly, he used the Force to levitate the head off of the conveyor belt before grabbing the rest of his body. "What are you doing here?"
"Meeting the eventual fate of all droids, that's what," The head of Huyang replied sullenly. "After centuries of serving the Jedi Order, this is what I get..."
"I'm surprised Palpatine didn't have your mind wiped or something," Eli quipped, dragging Huyang's parts back to his speeder to fix. "God... you're so... heavy..."
"Perhaps because I have been dismembered," The droid pointed out before Eli proceeded to toss his head into the speeder. "Hey-! Careful with that-!"
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Earthlings 3: RISE
Fiksi Penggemar"Oppression breeds rebellion." For more than a decade, the Galactic Empire has had the galaxy in its iron fist. Any traces of the past Republic have all but been erased, and all opposition has been suppressed. Or has it...? After the death of Eliez...
