Star Wars: Rebels of the Stars (COMPLETED/BEING EDITED)

Chapter 35: Pirates

Gor was sprawled on the floor, and Z and I were using him as a fluffy seat.

"Grr." Gor growled.

"Hi? No, wait.... Bye?"

They were trying to teach me. I never struggled with learning languages, and though I spent at least two years with him, I couldn't understand Gor that well. It was similar to the language of the wookies, but not close enough.

He nodded for me guessing bye right, before getting up as Z and I slid off him, and he left the room.

Z laughed and got up, before helping me up, both of us covered in Gor's long white fur that he had been shedding. "Hey, mustache!" He moved some from off the top of my lip.

I started laughing and brushed myself off. He struggled to get the stuff on his back off, so I used the force and lifted him into the air and shook him, the hair falling into a nice, neat pile on the floor.

"N-never again..." He mumbled, dizzy, as he stumbled around before crashing into me.

I managed to catch my balance before we fell and helped him stand up straight.

There was a sudden bang on the side of the ship, making it swing sideways and me falling into him as we crashed into a wall.

"What was that?!" I asked him.

"Pirates!" He got up and ran to where the impact hit, to see two lasers cutting a circle in the side of the ship.

"Oh no you don't. Not to my baby." Anoles ran up, hissing, and aimed her blaster at the wall.

Wen ran down from the pilot seat, while Greenie and Khau stayed up there and Gor was somehow still asleep in his room.

The part of the wall fell, and in walked a familiar person.

"Qoy?!"

"Mira! Long time no see!" The weequay grabbed me in a big hug. The others lowered their weapons, but Anoles was still furious.

"You are repairing my ship, pirate! Before you go!"

"Yes, yes. Of course, I am sorry for the damage, truly. Had I known that my friends were aboard, I would have knocked." He motioned for some other pirates to start patching up the hole. "So how have my favorite rebels been?" Qoy wrapped his arms around Wen's and Z's shoulders.

I notices that his orange uniform had been swapped for what I believe was his traditional garb. On his chest was a small symbol, same as the one he had shown me on his hand months ago. The broken parts of old clone trooper armor was covering his shoulder and chest.

"Busy."

"So I've heard. You have saved the planet of Bandits. You succeeded saving the planet, but sadly the princess did not save herself."

"Word gets around fast I see." Wen sighed.

Qoy winked. "Especially to pirates slash smugglers like me."

"Qoy, I thought I had told you to not stop on any ships. We had an agreement. You get me to..." An old, but strong man came through the hole, wearing basic clothes, spare the blaster on the belt on his hips and an ancient jetpack on his back. He had a long scar running through a pale brown eye down to his lip. "By the old Republic. Little Mira?"

"Does everyone know you?" Z whispered to me, earning an elbow to the gut.

I tried to recognize the clone, before seeing a faded red lighting bolt to go with his pale red dyed hair, "Bolt?" My eyes widened.

"Oh glob it is you... Aslan was right..." He took me in his arms and hugged me.

I knew that he and Wivern had protected my master, but I hadn't expected to find him at all.

"Ah! I love reunions! Especially unexpected ones!" Qoy clapped his hands together then rubbed them.

"Qoy, you are losing money."

"Oh well. The feeling of a reunion of friends is a good make up for it!"

Bolt rolled his eyes. "When Order 66 was executed, both Wivern and I thought you were done for! But Aslan, he knew his little padawan would get through."

"Where is he? And Wivern? Are they ok?"

"They went someplace. Haven't heard from them for years."

"You think they're still alive?"

"I bet it." He smiled.

"You must tell me what happened. I think you two are the only ones left of the 43rd Air Attack Command Quadrant."

"I know we are." He sighed, "All the others of our group are dead."

I nodded sadly. "It's ok Bolt. Just tell me everything."

"I think you already know all that I can tell you. I know you have been seeing the past with the Force, pushing past all that pain and death. You are very strong Mira. Much stronger than Aslan was. Just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Never, ever, ever, give into the darkness of the dark side, even for one second."

"I swear Bolt." I squeezed the old clone's hands tightly as he smiled softly.

"Now about these scars?" I crossed my arms.

"Oh. Fight with a trandoshan. Don't get into a fight with those lizards."

I laughed, "Ok, I won't."

"Come on Bolt. Time to go if you want to get to your location." A human member of Qoy's crew poked his head out the hole between our ships.

"Guess that's my cue. You be out there safe and sound Mir. If I hear from Aslan or Wivern, I'll try to send you their location." He got up and patted my shoulder. "Hey, it was good to see you again, even if you are all grown up."

"It was good to see you too Bolt. You also be safe out there."

I saw Qoy come over as he gave me a tight hug, "See you later my rebel friend." He hopped onto his ship as his men finished closing the gap in Anoles' ship.

Anoles grumbled and walked away, going to the pilot's room.

I sighed. There was still hope.