Shiver was terrified.
There was a sleeping tubie in his arms, a too-small cadet clinging to his pants, and a pair of teenagers wracked with growing pains scurrying behind him. He was praying to the little gods his oriâvode had told him about that the tubie would stay asleep, because if any of them made too much noise, it was going to be over. Shiver could not let that happen.
Heâd memorized schedules, camera positions, and multiple routes to their destination, and stuffed bags full of supplies in preparation. Honestly, for how hurried this plan had been, it was a good one, or at least he hoped it was. It had to be.
Step one: Pack everything he could carry into a bag stolen from one of the trainers.
Step two: Figure out and memorize a route, make sure to have back ups.
Step three: Go oldest to youngest- grab Cabu and Mirda, then Circuit, then CT-7814.
Step four: Get the hell off of Kamino.
And somehow do all of that without getting caught.
Heâd managed the first three steps. Step four would likely be the most difficult. Shiver wasnât even going to think about what they were gonna do once they were actually off planet. Right now, his only goal was to get them to the hangar, grab a ship, and leave. He could worry about after that later.
Heâd already picked out a ship and slipped a carefully-measured sedative to its owner. Combined with Trainer Stilgorâs drinking habits, theyâd have at least six hours before he woke up, and even longer before he realized his ship was gone. Plenty of time for Shiver and his hangers-on to steal it and be well on their way, so long as they reached the hangar without issue. Everything had gone smoothly so far, but Shiver wasnât optimistic enough to think things would keep going that way.
He hated that halfway there, he was proven right.
Labored breathing drew his attention to Circuit, whose steps were getting more unsteady as he struggled to keep up. Circuit had always been weaker than the others - the result of some sort of genetic defect - and that dayâs training had been hard on him. Shiver wished he could have given Circuit more time to rest, but they needed to leave as soon as possible.
Without speaking a word, Shiver handed the tubie over to Cabu, made sure the cadet was holding him right, and then pulled Circuit up into his arms. Circuit wrapped around him, legs around his waist and arms around his neck, and held tight. They kept going.
Miraculously, there werenât any more issues. They made it to the hangar, which was blessedly empty, and Shiver used the stolen remote to unlock the ship and lower the ramp so they could hurry onboard. Shiver set Circuit down in one of the back seats of the cockpit, while Cabu handed the tubie off to Mirda and took the copilotâs seat to help prep for takeoff.
Shiver let instinct take over, grateful that medics received flight training and that their chosen ship was one he could fly. They were ready in no time, and after making sure all of the cadets were buckled and Mirda was holding 14 tight, Shiver grabbed hold of the yoke, took a deep breath, and took off.
