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Kiraz looked at the prisoners that had been brought before her squad and saw herself in most of their faces. Command had given strict orders that no prisoners be taken. As Corporal, Kiraz had been put in charge of their execution. Swinging her blaster rifle up she moved behind the bound men and women. Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach as she fired one shot into each of the backs of their heads. They dropped one by one. Dead. Slinging her rifle Kiraz sighed into her helmet. As she turned to follow her fellow Sith one of the prisoners was standing in her way. It was one of the children. She looked up at the Corporal with a blank stare.
“Why did you kill us, Jedi? Aren’t you supposed to defend us?” The words echoed through Kiraz’s mind.
“WHY DID YOU KILL US! WHY! YOU ARE A TRAITOR AND AN EXILE!”
Kiraz shot straight up in her bunk smashing her head on the bed above her. She reeled in pain and rolled out of bed to the floor, covered in sweat. Her Sith dog tags clanked against her chest. Holding her head she tried to control her breathing.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The former Jedi propped herself up with her arms and took stock of the room around her. She had no idea what time it was. Untangling her legs from the sheets on her bed she got up, the cool metal floor beneath her feet. Moving to the table in the bunk room she grabbed the alarm clock she had bought from the scrap vendor in Liyra’s Hope.
8 AM.
The ship was silent other than the howling wind and ice blowing against the hull. At night she liked to keep the ship cooler than usual to preserve power. Rubbing her hands, Kiraz made her way into the center of the ship and into the cargo hold. She pushed several boxes aside finally finding an open box of MRE’s. Grabbing one, she moved into the conference room and sat down at her spot at the head of the table. Taking a knife from the table she opened the airtight packaging and spilled the contents out before her. Taking a bite of one of the packaged crackers the former Jedi thought back to her time in the order. She thought she knew everything back then. The world seemed so much simpler when running to support Revan in the war against the Mandalorians.
Kiraz took a drink from one of the cups on the table, immediately spitting it out in disgust. Spoiled milk. Grabbing a canteen, she jostled it around and listened for liquid. Satisfied that it was full of water she unscrewed the cap and took a drink only to cough and sputter. Nope. Liquor. Clenching her jaw, she cleared her throat and sighed. Forced to get out of her chair, Kiraz made her way into the cargo hold to look for her water rations. Returning triumphant to the table with a bottle of water she filled her flameless ration heater and shook the bag with the main course in it, setting it aside to warm up. Ripping open the top of a tube of jalapeno cheese she spread it onto several crackers. Smushing them together like little sandwiches she ate them with gusto. Her main course was some sort of beef stew that wasn’t too bad. Grabbing a cup from the table she shook it to the side and tossed the contents out of it before filling it with fresh water. Emptying both the powdered coffee and powdered drink mix into the cup she swirled it around with the provided spoon. Her alarm clock went off in the crew quarters. She had converted the captain’s quarters into an armory to store the equipment she had arrived with and everything she had managed to purchase while on-world.
The former Jedi finished her meal with a meager burp, taking a long drink of her coffee electrolyte concoction finishing it off. Today was her day off, which meant maintenance of the Phalanx and tidying up as best she could of the living spaces. As the clock hit 9:15 the whirring of the reactor went up in pitch as it moved to automatically bring the ship to a comfortable daytime temperature. First, she needed to head into the settlement because today was the day Rhade said he’d have the emitter she needed from off-world. Bundling up in the only set of winter clothing she had, Kiraz wrapped her gun belt around her waist and pulled it tight. Holstering her DL-44 she moved to the boarding ramp and pressed the button to lower it. Immediately she was blasted with frigid wind and ice. She had to be quick. Exiting the ship her boots crunched onto the frozen terrain beneath the ship. Opening a panel on the outside she raised the boarding ramp and looked over to the swoop bike that had been parked right outside. Kiraz had made the right call keeping it parked in the shadow of the Phalanx. It kept the bike from being overrun with wind swept ice and snow.
With a sigh, Kiraz opened the cockpit door of the swoop bike and straddled the seat. Sealing the door, she twisted the key and after a few groans the repulsor engines roared into life. Taking hold of the controls she jetted off towards Liyra’s Hope.
Kiraz lifted the goggles from her face as she entered the settlement.
“Morning, Miss Sökmen.” One of the miners said in passing.
She waved. “Morning, Jasmine.”
“Hektor is looking for you.”
“On my day off? What could that man want now?” Kiraz complained.
“You’re the only demolitions expert who knows how to use the new XL-20 charges.”
“Of course I am.” The former Jedi whined. “If you’re headed that way, just tell him I’ll be there in twenty.”
Jasmine nodded and headed off in another direction. Kiraz needed to see Rhade today. She needed that emitter. It was the only part missing from her incomplete lightsaber. She hadn’t held one in years, but the knowledge of how to build one was seared into her mind. Finally, she made it to Rhade’s shop and went inside.
“Sökmen! Just who I wanted to see!” He said from behind the counter.
“Do you have it?” She asked eagerly.
Rhade, an older looking man, reached beneath the counter and produced the lightsaber emitter Kiraz had sought for weeks. She removed one of her gloves and reached into the pockets of her winter garb and removed a wallet. Opening the billfold, she removed a thick stack of paper currency and slid it across the countertop. Rhade took the money and slid the emitter forward. The former Jedi took it and stashed it in her coat.
“Thanks, Rhade. You’re the best!”
“Anything for my best customer!” He said with a smile.
Kiraz exited the shop into the sub-zero temperatures and made her way to the mine entrance. Pressing the call button on the lift she removed the radio receiver from the wall and clicked the mic twice.
“Hektor, this is Sökmen. I’m headed down now. Lay the charges out near the breaches. Order no one touch them.” The radio line crackled as she waited for a reply.
“Kiraz? You got my message? Roger that. I owe you for this.”
“Yes. Yes you do.” She said before putting the radio back.
The lift arrived and she stepped into it and pressed the call button for the lower level and sighed, leaning up against the back of the cage as she descended into the mine.
“Why did you kill us, Jedi? Aren’t you supposed to defend us?” The words echoed through Kiraz’s mind.
“WHY DID YOU KILL US! WHY! YOU ARE A TRAITOR AND AN EXILE!”
***
Kiraz shot straight up in her bunk smashing her head on the bed above her. She reeled in pain and rolled out of bed to the floor, covered in sweat. Her Sith dog tags clanked against her chest. Holding her head she tried to control her breathing.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The former Jedi propped herself up with her arms and took stock of the room around her. She had no idea what time it was. Untangling her legs from the sheets on her bed she got up, the cool metal floor beneath her feet. Moving to the table in the bunk room she grabbed the alarm clock she had bought from the scrap vendor in Liyra’s Hope.
8 AM.
The ship was silent other than the howling wind and ice blowing against the hull. At night she liked to keep the ship cooler than usual to preserve power. Rubbing her hands, Kiraz made her way into the center of the ship and into the cargo hold. She pushed several boxes aside finally finding an open box of MRE’s. Grabbing one, she moved into the conference room and sat down at her spot at the head of the table. Taking a knife from the table she opened the airtight packaging and spilled the contents out before her. Taking a bite of one of the packaged crackers the former Jedi thought back to her time in the order. She thought she knew everything back then. The world seemed so much simpler when running to support Revan in the war against the Mandalorians.
Kiraz took a drink from one of the cups on the table, immediately spitting it out in disgust. Spoiled milk. Grabbing a canteen, she jostled it around and listened for liquid. Satisfied that it was full of water she unscrewed the cap and took a drink only to cough and sputter. Nope. Liquor. Clenching her jaw, she cleared her throat and sighed. Forced to get out of her chair, Kiraz made her way into the cargo hold to look for her water rations. Returning triumphant to the table with a bottle of water she filled her flameless ration heater and shook the bag with the main course in it, setting it aside to warm up. Ripping open the top of a tube of jalapeno cheese she spread it onto several crackers. Smushing them together like little sandwiches she ate them with gusto. Her main course was some sort of beef stew that wasn’t too bad. Grabbing a cup from the table she shook it to the side and tossed the contents out of it before filling it with fresh water. Emptying both the powdered coffee and powdered drink mix into the cup she swirled it around with the provided spoon. Her alarm clock went off in the crew quarters. She had converted the captain’s quarters into an armory to store the equipment she had arrived with and everything she had managed to purchase while on-world.
The former Jedi finished her meal with a meager burp, taking a long drink of her coffee electrolyte concoction finishing it off. Today was her day off, which meant maintenance of the Phalanx and tidying up as best she could of the living spaces. As the clock hit 9:15 the whirring of the reactor went up in pitch as it moved to automatically bring the ship to a comfortable daytime temperature. First, she needed to head into the settlement because today was the day Rhade said he’d have the emitter she needed from off-world. Bundling up in the only set of winter clothing she had, Kiraz wrapped her gun belt around her waist and pulled it tight. Holstering her DL-44 she moved to the boarding ramp and pressed the button to lower it. Immediately she was blasted with frigid wind and ice. She had to be quick. Exiting the ship her boots crunched onto the frozen terrain beneath the ship. Opening a panel on the outside she raised the boarding ramp and looked over to the swoop bike that had been parked right outside. Kiraz had made the right call keeping it parked in the shadow of the Phalanx. It kept the bike from being overrun with wind swept ice and snow.
With a sigh, Kiraz opened the cockpit door of the swoop bike and straddled the seat. Sealing the door, she twisted the key and after a few groans the repulsor engines roared into life. Taking hold of the controls she jetted off towards Liyra’s Hope.
***
Kiraz lifted the goggles from her face as she entered the settlement.
“Morning, Miss Sökmen.” One of the miners said in passing.
She waved. “Morning, Jasmine.”
“Hektor is looking for you.”
“On my day off? What could that man want now?” Kiraz complained.
“You’re the only demolitions expert who knows how to use the new XL-20 charges.”
“Of course I am.” The former Jedi whined. “If you’re headed that way, just tell him I’ll be there in twenty.”
Jasmine nodded and headed off in another direction. Kiraz needed to see Rhade today. She needed that emitter. It was the only part missing from her incomplete lightsaber. She hadn’t held one in years, but the knowledge of how to build one was seared into her mind. Finally, she made it to Rhade’s shop and went inside.
“Sökmen! Just who I wanted to see!” He said from behind the counter.
“Do you have it?” She asked eagerly.
Rhade, an older looking man, reached beneath the counter and produced the lightsaber emitter Kiraz had sought for weeks. She removed one of her gloves and reached into the pockets of her winter garb and removed a wallet. Opening the billfold, she removed a thick stack of paper currency and slid it across the countertop. Rhade took the money and slid the emitter forward. The former Jedi took it and stashed it in her coat.
“Thanks, Rhade. You’re the best!”
“Anything for my best customer!” He said with a smile.
Kiraz exited the shop into the sub-zero temperatures and made her way to the mine entrance. Pressing the call button on the lift she removed the radio receiver from the wall and clicked the mic twice.
“Hektor, this is Sökmen. I’m headed down now. Lay the charges out near the breaches. Order no one touch them.” The radio line crackled as she waited for a reply.
“Kiraz? You got my message? Roger that. I owe you for this.”
“Yes. Yes you do.” She said before putting the radio back.
The lift arrived and she stepped into it and pressed the call button for the lower level and sighed, leaning up against the back of the cage as she descended into the mine.