Rebel Commando

Chapter 8

A'den gives me a half-serious glare from across the room of the fighter. An old cargo ship, it wasn't my speeder little fighter. No, we had to leave it behind because of the size. 

Moji walks across the room, whistling cheerfully. I had to smile at A'den, slightly smug, too. He rolls his eyes and sighs. Then he gets up from his seat.

I sigh, please to Moji so content, and slightly pleased to see A'den annoyed at that. Of course, if I ever came into reach of Cov again, he'd strangle me.

Cov was always very protective of his boys, regardless of age. he didn't seem to care if they became an assassin or the shabla Emperor as long as they were passionate about it and was a supportive career.  Now, if you dare lay a finger on them, he'd skin your gett'ses and hand them to you. And while I didn't exactly hurt Moji, I did let him join a rebellion with the penalty of death, so...fun.  

I get up and go to the cockpit. Where everyone, presumably, was.

"So...," I say when I get in, "where to?" A'den and Shereshoy (the only ones there) just stare at me. As if they hadn't thought about that.

Shereshoy starts saying something about Xxian 3, but A'den cuts her off.

"Well,  someone has to tell those disowned, no-good, shabuirs who dare call themselves Kal's "'sons'"." He goes sober at the name, and I nod affectionately while Shereshoy puts a hand on his shoulder.  After a moment of silence,  A'den shakes his head.

"Anyways, they should know. And maybe they'll care enough to pretend to be sad," he added grumpily.  The Nulls had always been known to have strange reactions to Kal's biological kids. Ordo gave off this odd sense of jealous, Meree, Jaing, and Kom'rk had seemed to try to brush it off, though one could sense their pain. But A'den and Prudii...they would just get mad about it. They would practically loath them (all except Ruu, I would imagine). The only thing that would keep them down was Kal'buir. And despite being disowned by them, Kal still forgave and loved his kids. That said something, really. 

"Mm-hmm," Shereshoy says, snapping me out of my thoughts. "So what about Bal?"

"What about Bal?" a new voice says. We all turn to see Wad'e leaning on the door. "And who in the shabla galaxy is he?"

"He's my brother," Shereshoy says flatly. 

"Oh,"  Wad'e looks oddly relieved. 

 A'den clears his throat, addressing everyone (now that Moji magically appeared somehow), "Bal can wait. And he will." 

"The Empire won't," I point out.

A'den sighs, "'Didn't know you really wanted to try to stop them." I open my mouth but close it. I got the point. 

"So," Moji says. "where to?"

                                                                                     * * *

"I'm pretty sure their names are Tor and Ijaat," I explain to Wad'e about five standard hours later. We were en route to Coruscant. It had taken A'den more time than I like to even find what shabla planet where Kal's "kids" were. Of course, if it was Mereel or jaing, they'd find everything about them before you could blink. But you had to hand it to A'den for all of what he does. 

I turn to him affirmation on my guess, but he was lost in his thoughts, obviously. 

"And...they live in Coursascant?" Wad'e asks. 

"Hey, your guess is as good as mine," I reply.  

"Hmm." 

Shereshoy picks her head into the room.

"We'll be landing soon," she says. A'den practically jumps, indicating he was snapping out of his thoughts. 

"Good," he says.

"What's the plan?" I ask.

"Hmm?" A'den asks, confused. 

"Well,  four Mandos-eh, four and a half Mandos-can;t just go barging in on some civvies." I quickly glance at Shereshoy. Despite coming from a very Mando household and having Mandalorian parents, Shereshoy didn't embrace the Mando life. It broke Ordo's heart, that's for sure. Oisk, I didn't even know if she talked to her parents.  

Shereshoy gives me a bitter look but says nothing. 

" I don't see why not," A'den says not unlike a boy who was told he couldn't have sweets before dinner.  

I puff out air. "Do you seriously need me to explain?"A'den says nothing. The silence was scary.  After a whole, Wad'e clears his throat. 

"I have a contact," he says slowly, "I think he could get us what we need."

"A hacker?" Moji asks.

"I don't think so..."Wade-a older, taller man than the small teenaged Moji, seemed to be more naive and inexperienced. It was so shabla strange. 

"He goes by the name Jaing Ordo, I think" he continues. I throw a glance at A'den. He shifts, a little awkwardly.  Well, this guy had his brother's name. Two of them! I frown, thinking of the meanings.

A'den meant rage and I'm pretty sure kom'rk meant a gauntlet or something.  And Ordo was Mandalorian warrior, but I don't think there was any Ordos living anymore. 

A'den claps his hands together. We all turn towards him. 

"So, where do we find him?" He asks. Wad'e chuckles, smiling fading away. 

"That's the funny thing. He's a bounty hunter-mercenary, so naturally, he's a wanderer. A nomad."

"Great," A'den mumbles.

"But," Wad'e says, eager to please, "I heard he was on Coruscant."

"Perfect," A'den slaps his thighs. "To Corrie!" You don't need to be Force-sensitive to feel the excitement in the air. I'm excited. And curious, too.

I'm ready to find out who Jaing Ordo was.