Now...
Mikk staggered over to his data screen, scowling at it as he tried to work out how best to find her. Like all perfectly balanced individuals, he'd rigged up a team of data analytics droids to scour the holo-net for any reference or mention of his niece - it had been that way for years. Ever since those force-wielding schmucks had taken her in, he'd been keen to ensure he knew where she was 99 per cent of the time.
So when he'd received a notification from a wide array of beeps and bleeps from the gang, he'd sat up and taken notice.
Beeps and bleeps typically meant terrible news, that or a microwavable dish and just finished cooking. This was usually bad news depending on the plate (and the microwave). He'd read the screed; she'd only gone and got herself kidnapped and now appeared to be up for sale at some auction on Jakku.
He'd looked at the asking price.
One-million credits? He didn't have that cash on hand.
Standing up, the gentle clatter of bottles hitting the floor accompanying him, he slugged on his hip flask, picked up his lab coat and walked toward his speeder. "Oh boy." Mikk opened the cockpit "Here I go killing again."
Then...
One eye crept open, crying at the morning sun. It beat down on the malfunctioning Skyhopper and its two inhabitants, natures alarm clock. Another eye crept open, and their owner rolled over and groaned. "Ow."
Mikk Zapal could not remember why he was on this planet. He couldn't even remember what planet it was. Finally, he picked himself up, and decided to forgoe the effort of standing, deciding instead to remain on his knees and crawl for a bit. He sniffed the air, and then licked the hard rock upon which his ship had 'landed'.
"Ithor." he stated hazily.
He licked the ground again just to make sure. "Yep. Ithor."
"Morning Boss." a guttural voice from the Skyhopper called out to him, causing the scientist to near collapse from shock.
"Who the -" he remembered his this was a PG forum, "Who on Ithor are you?" he squinted, an adult Trodatome appearing from the ship and grinning at him as it made its introductions "Glomms the name, I'm your new first mate - your 'best pal' you said yesterday. Said we'd go on adventures and explore the Galaxy together."
Mikk looked at Glomm, a perplexed look on his face as he slowly stood, a deep groan and several unnatural sounding creaks coming from his body as it protested against the action. "Yeah sure." he replied, pretending to remember. "So, you crashed my ship then?" he didn't wait for an answer, instead pointing to a repair kit "Fix it, first mate - that's your job. Did you not read your contract?"
Glomm looked sheepish, and got to work, fetching a spanner with his mouth - as lacking arms, he had no other way. "You heading off to collect your niece then?"
Mikk, who was midway through lighting a stim, dropped it.
Shit.
Slightly later...
He'd been walking for about an hour in the general direction of the Jedi Temple on Ithor. However, the place was a little more secure than he remembered, so he had been joined on the path by a particularly 'peppy' young Jedi, who introduced himself as one of the local 'guards'.
Mikk hated him already.
"If you want to worship the by-product of a naturally occurring microorganism, that's on you pal. You can move rocks and shoot fancy lightning from your hands if you get mad, but I don't think that constitutes the basis of an entire belief system." he ranted at the Jedi, as they walked toward where he had been told his niece was practising.
He lit another stim.
"Those things will kill you, you know." the Jedi 'Guard' reminded him.
"Good, hopefully quickly and then this conversation can end. Wouldn't that be great?" he raised his hand to silence the man "That was rhetorical. Now, she here?"
Mikk staggered over to his data screen, scowling at it as he tried to work out how best to find her. Like all perfectly balanced individuals, he'd rigged up a team of data analytics droids to scour the holo-net for any reference or mention of his niece - it had been that way for years. Ever since those force-wielding schmucks had taken her in, he'd been keen to ensure he knew where she was 99 per cent of the time.
So when he'd received a notification from a wide array of beeps and bleeps from the gang, he'd sat up and taken notice.
Beeps and bleeps typically meant terrible news, that or a microwavable dish and just finished cooking. This was usually bad news depending on the plate (and the microwave). He'd read the screed; she'd only gone and got herself kidnapped and now appeared to be up for sale at some auction on Jakku.
He'd looked at the asking price.
One-million credits? He didn't have that cash on hand.
Standing up, the gentle clatter of bottles hitting the floor accompanying him, he slugged on his hip flask, picked up his lab coat and walked toward his speeder. "Oh boy." Mikk opened the cockpit "Here I go killing again."
Then...
One eye crept open, crying at the morning sun. It beat down on the malfunctioning Skyhopper and its two inhabitants, natures alarm clock. Another eye crept open, and their owner rolled over and groaned. "Ow."
Mikk Zapal could not remember why he was on this planet. He couldn't even remember what planet it was. Finally, he picked himself up, and decided to forgoe the effort of standing, deciding instead to remain on his knees and crawl for a bit. He sniffed the air, and then licked the hard rock upon which his ship had 'landed'.
"Ithor." he stated hazily.
He licked the ground again just to make sure. "Yep. Ithor."
"Morning Boss." a guttural voice from the Skyhopper called out to him, causing the scientist to near collapse from shock.
"Who the -" he remembered his this was a PG forum, "Who on Ithor are you?" he squinted, an adult Trodatome appearing from the ship and grinning at him as it made its introductions "Glomms the name, I'm your new first mate - your 'best pal' you said yesterday. Said we'd go on adventures and explore the Galaxy together."
Mikk looked at Glomm, a perplexed look on his face as he slowly stood, a deep groan and several unnatural sounding creaks coming from his body as it protested against the action. "Yeah sure." he replied, pretending to remember. "So, you crashed my ship then?" he didn't wait for an answer, instead pointing to a repair kit "Fix it, first mate - that's your job. Did you not read your contract?"
Glomm looked sheepish, and got to work, fetching a spanner with his mouth - as lacking arms, he had no other way. "You heading off to collect your niece then?"
Mikk, who was midway through lighting a stim, dropped it.
Shit.
Slightly later...
He'd been walking for about an hour in the general direction of the Jedi Temple on Ithor. However, the place was a little more secure than he remembered, so he had been joined on the path by a particularly 'peppy' young Jedi, who introduced himself as one of the local 'guards'.
Mikk hated him already.
"If you want to worship the by-product of a naturally occurring microorganism, that's on you pal. You can move rocks and shoot fancy lightning from your hands if you get mad, but I don't think that constitutes the basis of an entire belief system." he ranted at the Jedi, as they walked toward where he had been told his niece was practising.
He lit another stim.
"Those things will kill you, you know." the Jedi 'Guard' reminded him.
"Good, hopefully quickly and then this conversation can end. Wouldn't that be great?" he raised his hand to silence the man "That was rhetorical. Now, she here?"
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