Chapter 4 "Prison Break"

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How hard is it to be on time to pick up two Mercenaries in a hurry, I thought.

"So this is your escape plan?" Asked Cad Bane, dodging a blaster bolt.

I ignored him. Stang. A Shocktrooper with an electro staff was running toward us, followed by a squad of Clone Troopers.

When he was right on top of us, he jabbed at me with his electro staff. I used my jetpack to fly above him and fire at his head. He fell motionless to the ground.

I landed back on the ground, only to be back-to-back with Bane, surrounded by Clones.

I grabbed Bane by the collar of his prison jumpsuit and shot about fifty feet into the air. I used my free hand, my left hand, to press a button on my right hand's armored glove.

All of the sudden flames burst out of my right armored glove. I aimed my hand at the Clones and saw flames leap onto them.

"Korrsk, where the fierfek are you!!!" I shouted into the comm after we touched down onto the ground.

On cue, the Slave I came into view.

After my ship had landed I stormed up to the cockpit.

"Korrsk. I. Am. Going. To. Freaking. Kill. You" I said.

Then he swiveled in his chair back to face me and Bane. With a sack of what looked like weapons and clothes.

"Got thesssssse for blue man-red eyessssss," said Korrsk.

He tossed the bag to Bane.

"You can go change into thesssssse," said Korrsk.

Bane walked off with the bag as we entered hyperspace.

"Ssssssoooooo," said Korrsk, his snake- like tongue flickered out of his mouth. "How did it go?"

I took off my helmet and sat down in the co-pilot chair.

I told him the story.

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After we landed near the Republic Prison, I had jumped one of the scouts patrolling the perimeter.

I had changed into the clones Shocktrooper armor, and I had gotten his CT-Number and ID-Docs.

When I was walking into the back entrance to the security compound, I saw a Shocktrooper with a battle skirt with sidearm holsters, and a tactical visor.

"Here ," said the Clone. "I'll check you in."

He pressed w button on a console.

"Commander Fox reporting in with uh, what's your CT number again?" Asked Commander Fox.

"CT-5481, sir," I replied, using the CT number that I got from jumping the trooper.

"With CT-5481, requesting access," said Fox.

A voice from the console said," Access granted sir. You may proceed."

As I went inside, I recognized it. I had been here once when I was captured by the Jedi.

Some tough-looking criminals walked by me. They growled at me with disgust.

I walked up to one of the troopers guarding the compound.

"Say, you wouldn't happen to know where Cad Bane is, would you?" I asked the Clone.

"Yeah, he's over there, pal," replied the Clone.

He pointed at a table where no one was sitting but one. A blue-skinned Duros with large, red eyes.

"Thanks," I said walking toward Bane.

"You!" I said at Bane. "You have a visitor."

He looked up and stared looking like he was bored, as if this had happened to him a lot.

"Alright, alright, who is it ? A Jedi interrogator?" He asked.

"No, but shut your mouth if you wanna get out of here , Bane," I hissed menacingly.

"Whatever you say," said Bane, following me.

But that's when things went downhill. After I had changed into my old armor, which I hid in a cargo crate outside the prison, a trooper saw us and sounded the alarm.

When we fought our way outside, the Slave I wasn't there and we had the skirmish.

After I filled in Korrsk, Bane walked in. He had changed into his old hat, a look-alike Jedi cloak, Mandolorian gloves like the ones I had, and a pair of boots with rocket packs. He also had his old sidearms. No shocks there.

"So, why'd you break me out, Fett?" Asked Bane.

"Mission. Hunting down Dirk Flakmight," I said.

"Working for Jabba again, ain't yeh? Well, doesn't matter to me as long as I get paid. Where to?" He asked.

"Nal Hutta. That's where his fortress is," I replied, gripping the controls of Slave I.

"Alright then. Letssss get thissssss over with," said Korrsk.

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