Sith Hunter - Sanders Sides AU

New Ship

Roman hesitated briefly. "So... I'm judging by the fact you've asked me how much I love Disney instead of saying 'Hi,' means something's happened to my beautiful ship."

Patton smiled. "Is it that obvious?"

"Is F-2 okay, at least?"

"They're both fine, Roman, but you might not be allowed to, um, fly Disney anymore?"

Roman's' face slackened. He carefully took a single step back, placing his hand down on a small crate behind him. The pilot had been watching the almost ritualistic cleaning of Red-5, Luke Skywalker's' X-Wing. It had always been calming, a great way to relax after getting bombarded with information like sudden promotions that involved him hunting down three, possibly highly aggressive Sith.

Patton raised his hands up comfortingly. "She's not going anywhere but there's no way all three of us and the Sith will manage to fit in her while flying around space."

"What will we travel in if it's not my beloved Disney?!" Roman gasped, placing a hand to his chest

"An MA-7!"

Roman thought for a moment. "MA-7 is the model Logan was working on last month, right?"

"Yeah, kiddo!"

The pilot pondered on the idea but couldn't stop the slow smile spreading across his face. "I love it."

.:*:.

An MA-7 may not been fast as the D15 model but it was able to lightspeed-hop incredibly well. The ship Roman was presented to had been specially modified to help him adapt to the controls instantly, the dashboard designed to look ad respond just like a D15. It was roomy, with three sleeping compartments, each housing two bunks. You could walk around without having to hunch over, to which the pilot was grateful for. He wasn't old enough to gain stiff limbs but he knew that it was common for fighter-pilots, especially those who flew a D15, to get bad backs in their early thirties.

Roman smiled. "What's his number?"

"Roman, ships don't have genders." Logan sighed. "Its' number is 3L."

The pilot thought this over. MA-7-3L. MA-R-EL. Marel? Marvel? Marvel. "I'm naming him Marvel."

Logan exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "There is truly no point in naming a ship. It's merely a vehicle." Roman shrugged cockily and Logan shook his head slowly.

"I think it's a terrific name!" Beamed Patton, as supportive as ever. "It gives it- him more personality!

General Sanders smiled. "I'm glad you like it. I'll get some men to move essentials in before you go to fetch things of more sentimental value. We've got squadrons asking around both Republican and neutral planets. We'll soon get you some leads to follow and then you can leave."

Patton nodded brightly. "Thank you so much, general!" He said bouncily. The engineer was an unquenchable source of happiness and sunshine. It made up at least 75% of his personality. If it stopped- Roman didn't even want to imagine it.

The general dipped his head. "I'll leave you for a test flight or two. Please, if you're going to practise aerial combat, do it at the training grounds instead of a wampa cave." Roman laughed nervously at the memory, his friends giggling at his embarrassment.

.:*:.

"We've got information, you guys!" Cried Patton helpfully.

Logan and Roman looked up, excited. It had been at least a month since they'd been appointed Sith Hunters and Roman had adapted to using Marvel within two weeks of non-stop training. And, finally, a lead.

"What's the news?" Logan asked, rushing to Patton.

The engineer dropped an audio recorder on the table and clicked play.

"Tell me, have you seen anyone around the age of twenty? They're a half-breed and ave scales on their face." Said a soldiers' voice.

Another responded, their voice more shaky. "Y-Yes, I- What's their name?"

"We believe they go by, 'Janus'."

"Yes, yes, I know him. He's in Mos Espa, he once sent his 'pet' after me!"

Logan and Roman frowned, exchanging a glance.

"A pet?" Asked the soldier, sounding skeptical.

The interviewee sounded like they were nodding. "Yes, his 'pet'. He's not an actual pet, he's a man his age but Janus says that he's his pet. I'm not sure whether it's a boyfriend thing, but-"

"You said they were in Mos Espa?"

"Well, they live on Tatooine. No one really knows exactly where they live, but they often round in criminals to some of the Hutt wannabes. That's how they earn their money."

The voice recording ended and the trio all looked at each other.

Roman began to grin. "Well, well, well... Looks like we've got ourselves a group of bounty-hunting Sith!"

"Yeah, kiddo, it'll be so much fun!"

Logan shook his head slowly. "We are all going to die..."