The cart the Padawan’s makeshift cage was perched on lurched to a halt. They’d been travelling for days – twelve to be precise. Fiach stood and looked around – the familiar desert stretched in every direction but one. Ahead was some kind of fortress, out here in the wastelands.
One of the troopers approached the temporary prison and unlocked the bars that represented a door. He stepped back and Fiach slowly moved forward and jumped down. She could not run, or Norma would die. She could not fight, or Norma would die. So, she acquiesced.
Surprisingly, a second trooper walked over to them and fished an object out of a bag that was slung over his shoulder. He tossed it to Fiach who caught it and gave the trooper a look of surprise.
“Liima figured you might need this,” he said and walked away.
Fiach surveyed the scene. The prison truck was part of a convoy of three. The second vehicle contained twenty or so troopers. The third was clearly the Hutt’s personal transport.
Fiach walked across to it. “What’s the plan,” she said to a set of curtains she could sense the Hutt was behind.
“WE APPROACH THE GATES. YOU CONVINCE THE GUARDS TO LET US IN AND THE TROOPERS DO THE REST.”
Fiach sighed audibly and began to walk over to the fortress.
One of the troopers approached the temporary prison and unlocked the bars that represented a door. He stepped back and Fiach slowly moved forward and jumped down. She could not run, or Norma would die. She could not fight, or Norma would die. So, she acquiesced.
Surprisingly, a second trooper walked over to them and fished an object out of a bag that was slung over his shoulder. He tossed it to Fiach who caught it and gave the trooper a look of surprise.
“Liima figured you might need this,” he said and walked away.
Fiach surveyed the scene. The prison truck was part of a convoy of three. The second vehicle contained twenty or so troopers. The third was clearly the Hutt’s personal transport.
Fiach walked across to it. “What’s the plan,” she said to a set of curtains she could sense the Hutt was behind.
“WE APPROACH THE GATES. YOU CONVINCE THE GUARDS TO LET US IN AND THE TROOPERS DO THE REST.”
Fiach sighed audibly and began to walk over to the fortress.