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Jedi Knight, Ahsoka Tano has been captured by the Fett gang, a notorious group of bounty hunters she's been chasing down for years. But it turns out, the brig of their ship might be exactly where she needs to be.
Set in an AU where Jango escaped with the clones before the Battle of Geonosis. His actions threw a wrench in Palps' plans and the "Clone Wars" became a cold war with minor unofficial skirmishes between jedi and separatist forces. In the meantime, the Fett family has been trying to find ways to take down Palpatine but have been thwarted by Jedi along the way, particularly one Obi-Wan Kenobi and his chaotic lineage.
"So, padawan Tano-"
"It's Knight now, actually."
"Right," Rex sighed impatiently, "Knight Tano then, do we have a deal?"
The Jetii crossed her arms and leaned back, regarding him suspiciously, "You realize that you're asking me to assist a horde of criminal bounty hunters who've been an absolute skank in the scudpie for three years, in the assassination of the head of the Republic which I've sworn to protect, committing not only murder, but treason as well?
"I'm asking you to help me to execute a Sith Lord who's been playing you and the rest of the galaxy like a game of sabaccc since this whole war started!" he returned with such earnestness in his honey brown eyes that it was frightening.
"And you expect me to believe you?" she prodded him.
"Would you still be here if you didn't?"
The Lady Tano's heart skipped a beat.
"Fair point," she sighed resignedly and subsequently deactivated the energy shield which until then had acted as a cell door, "Alright Rexter-"
"It's Rex."
She waved her hand dismissively, "You've got yourself a jedi." And by ways of proving it, the two clasped each other's wrists in a hearty handshake.
"Now tell me," she inquired, as they set off down the hall at an easy pace, "You have one jedi on your side, but how are you planning on getting past the rest?"
"Already got that covered," he said, and winking mischievously at her, "My brothers and I will take care of it."
The jetii nodded thoughtfully, counting up in her head the dozen or so armor-clad figures they'd passed in their short walk toward the bridge.
"How many brothers do you have?" she finally asked, as they approached the elevator and at least 10 more spilled past them. She'd known there were many Fetts, but even in her worst confrontations with them, she'd never seen so many in one place.
"I'd say a million or so," he answered truthfully and got a mirthful sense of satisfaction in the way her eyes went wide as saucers while the elevator door closed behind them
So, I finished reading the first book in the Bounty Hunter Wars and...
I enjoyed the plot, but not the writing, if that makes any sense. The idea of destabilizing the bounty hunter's guild drew me in, and the mystery of the dancing girl from Jabba's palace absolutely kept me reading. She and her interactions with Boba Fett were the most interesting part of the book.
The writing, however, is the exact opposite of the "show don't tell" rule. There is so much inner monologuing by at least three different characters (Xizor, Boba, and Bossk's father) about how ruthless they are; however we don't actually see much of this in practice. The book's length could have been halved if there weren't at least two of these monologues every chapter, or perhaps they could have been replaced with other characters observing this self-described ruthless, cold, or calculating behavior.
I'm excited to keep reading, but I hope the writing gets better. I read Karen Traviss's books and she sets a pretty high bar .
I'm getting pretty sick of reading about how cold and emotionless Boba Fett is. If he has to remind himself this many times, maybe he needs to do some serious self examination.
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there are also a lot of traits that get very broadly assigned to a species, not as necessarily a common cultural thing but an inherent instinct or skill set. This makes sense when it comes to actual instincts and senses, such a special powers that might be useful in a fight. But segments like "it had taken some doing, plus prying and digging with various tools improvised from stiff, sharp pointed pieces of wire. But those were the sorts of skills that Twi males were born with." Just come across as weird and vague.
This is gonna be more of a personal documentation for me, but I do want to post my thoughts as I read. The first one being that while I understand that Trandoshans are ruthless, the author does not have to hammer that home to me every other paragraph. Especially not by implying that all Trandoshans are inherently evil and biologically incapable of valuing sentient life. Unless your villain is a psychopath serial killer, having him have no regard for any life, not even his own son's makes me question what his motive is in the first place, or why he follows any rules.
And oh let me tell you that is a hard thing to hear and actually do (not apologize) when you gravely hurt someone.
And Spike listens. And this episode only just starts to show that he changes that he is not going to force his presence on Buffy. But if she wants him there then he will be there. Spike, "I'm just a guy who can lend a hand, if you'll let me."
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So, a while back I was watching Frequency (2000) and I had this idea for a Star Wars AU
Takes place during Luke's training with Yoda on Dagobah
Luke discovers force cave on his own where he's able to talk to Anakin through time
Luke thinks Vader killed Anakin + doesn't know how his mom died
First Contact: no info exchanged, but Luke is fascinated by the thought that he may be communicating with other surviving Jedi, potentially a whole surviving order like what Anakin describes
Luke asks Obi-Wan who explains that there was an order, but describes Order 66 + Downfall
Luke asks Yoda about the Clone Wars + his father and mother but Yoda is reluctant to answer. Luke then appeals to ghost Obi-Wan who gives him a slightly modified version of the story with several true details.
"Chancellor Palpatine gave Order 66 and ensnared your father. When your mother, Senator Amidala arrived to beg for his life, Darth Vader murdered the both of them."
During Luke's second encounter in the cave, he tries to warn Anakin
"Listen to me- listen to me! Chancellor Palpatine is a Sith Lord and he's luring you into a trap. If you had just-"
"Listen, I don't know who you are, but Chancelor Palpatine is a good man-"
"What about Mom?"
"What are you-"
"Padme Amidala, something happened to her, Vader or the Emperor-"
"No!"
"Listen to me-"
"You stay away from her!"
The connection is lost, and Luke goes back to training. Yoda can sense that his mind is troubled.
Luke's words echo through Anakin's thoughts as he sits beside Palpatine at the Opera. He accuses Palpatine and a fight ensues. Palpatine gets away, and in the future Padme is still dead.
Luke and Anakin shift their focus figuring out who Darth Vader is and how to stop him
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His uncle was going to kill him, that much Ben was certain of as he shoved his pack full of- he wasn’t sure what. It didn’t matter. His voices were saying things he couldn’t understand. They sounded like the man he’d seen in the holocrons, but he knew it couldn’t be his grandfather.
Sensing something, Ben whirled and the eerie glow of his uncle’s saber pierced the darkness. The world around him swam in green.
“Wake up,” Luke said.
Before he knew what he was doing, he’d ignited his own saber.
He ran his uncle through.
“Wake up!”
“Wake up!”
Ben’s eyes shot open. His neck ached and his arm was being pinched and shaken by a pair of tiny hands. He shut his eyes again, breathing slowly. He remembered now, none of that was real.
“Wake up!” The voice beside him was hoarse and frantic, and Ben’s aching arm protested as the girl jolted it again, “They’re taking your ship!”
“What?” The boy jolted upright and scrambled to his feet. A bundle of low-hanging wires smacked against the back of his neck, and he cringed as he stumbled to the door.
A blazing heat rose before him and sent him staggering back into the old A.T.A.T. The sun on the desert floor was cruel and bright. ‘Worse,’ Ben thought, ‘than both of Tatooine’s combined,’ and it had already risen into the center of the sky.
He rubbed his eyes, swimming with spots like a puddle of oil, and pushed past the curtain into the heat. His own clothes felt like they were burning his skin, but he felt such a frenzy that he paid it little mind. He scrambled through the sand, every footstep futile on the sliding landscape, until he took a wrong step at the top of a dune and found himself on the other side, mouthful of sand.
“Hey!” he cried, as he neared the crest where his ship sat wedged in the sand, “Hey, get away from- Ow!”
Ben only just dodged a blow to his face. The staff meant for him landed beside his head with a thwack and showered sand into his eyes. He heard a mixture of voices, high and low, shouting in another language, and before he could rub the sand out of his eyes he was dodging something to his right, then to his left.
He could just make out two figures now, wielding staves on either side of him. If he was careful, he could take them on, and maybe even win. He swung out with his fist just as a splitting pain pierce the back of his skull.
“Aagh!” apparently there were three, and the other two took their chance to knock out his knees and pin him in the sand. They hit him a few more times before he realized he wouldn’t be able to stand up without getting pummeled. His best bet was to roll back down the dune, but they managed to get two good whacks in, even as he did.
When he’d skidded to a stop there was even more sand in his eyes than before. But the shouting had subsided.
For a moment Ben laid very still, the dry sun above, the dry sand below. He rubbed his eyes, he reached out.
“Solo, Solo…”
“Ben!”
Suddenly, there was shade.
“Rey?”
The girl held a staff tightly in two fists, she was squinting in the sun, her face set with determination, “You need this.”
Slowly, Ben nodded, he stood and took the staff. The little girl smiled at him, like a teacher offering encouragement, and she followed him as he started up the dune once more. It wasn’t as hard to climb this time.
At the top he could see two figures clearly. They looked much like Rey had; faces wrapped and goggles dark. They’d set back to work on his ship and seemed not to notice him creeping up behind them.
A shrill chirp pierced the air, and the scavengers whipped their heads around. They were not fast enough. Ben moved quickly, the staff spun easily in his hands, and the two hit the sand with a soft thud.
“Ben!”
Ben looked back at Rey, pointing enthusiastically to the top of the ship,
“Up there!” she cried.
On the roof was another scavenger, and her cries had caught his attention as well. He launched himself down at the child, staff raised before him to strike.
“Rey!” Ben cried out. He raised his hand, and the adversary changed trajectory midair. Ben held him there for a second before he flicked his wrist and slammed the body against the chrome paneling.
“Hey,” Ben shuffled over as fast as he could, “Hey, kid, you okay?”
The child didn’t answer, she just stared, eyes wide and wary.
“Hey! Hey, Rey!” Ben snapped. Her eyes opened wider.
“Are you a good jedi,” she spoke carefully, “or a bad jedi?”
It took Ben a moment, then he began to laugh. Rey seemed to relax a little.
“Bad jedi,” Ben chuckled, “A very bad jedi.”
Rey crossed her arms,
“I don’t believe you,” she said and stomped away to the control panel and the unconscious scavengers,
“Well,” she said, comically serious with her hands on her hips, “Your ship’s karked.”
Ben’s laughter stopped abruptly, “What?”
He slid over to the open panel. Wires fizzled, stripped down to their bare bones, their lining scattered in the sand.
“Kriff!” he knelt to scoop up the pieces, “Kriff! Kriff! Kriff!”
Ben Solo sank into the sand. He wished it would swallow him whole.
“What are you gonna do?”
Ben sighed into his hands, “I don’t know.”
He sniffed as the vast desert grew blurry before him and ran the coarse sleeve of his robe across his eyes. Maybe he was being punished. For defying the will of the force, the will of his uncle. No matter what he did, it would always end like this.
He had two options now. Die here or call for help and let himself be taken. He’d cheated destiny and lost the game.
“I can fix it.”
Ben looked up.
“The fuel lines are easy,” Rey tapped the open panel, “It’s the power cell. You’re gonna need a new one.”
“Ok,” Ben nodded. That didn’t sound so bad, “Ok, where do we get one of those?”
Rey hummed, “Got any credits?”
“Yeah,” Ben said, patting his pockets. He wasn’t sure how many, but his uncle wasn’t going to be very happy the next time he checked the temple safe.
“Good, because you’ll need a sealant too.”
“Ok.”
“And another conductor coil.”
“Alright, we can—”
“And I think someone drained all your coolant last night.”
“Rey…”
“It’s ok! It’s ok! I got it!” the girl assured him with a smile which did not inspire confidence.
Behind them the scavengers began to stir. Rey kicked a spray of sand into their faces, and they scuttled backwards to their feet, chattering unintelligibly.
“Hey!” Rey called after them, “Hey my friends a kriffin’ jedi and if you touch his ship he’ll slice your—”
“Rey!”
The girl looked up at Ben, her smile wide and excited, wild like her eyes.
“I’m not—” Ben stammered. He clenched his fist, steadied himself, “I’m not gonna kill anyone. We’re kind of trying to keep a low profile here.”
Rey shrugged, she looked a little disappointed as she tugged her staff from his hand and began her shuffle back to the ATAT. Ben shuffled after her, his longer legs gave him an advantage, and he caught up pretty quickly.
“So where do we get the power cell?” he asked.
“Niima outpost,” Rey answered, “They mostly sell stuff to spacers there, and buy stuff from us.”
Ben glanced backwards, “What about the ship.”
“It’ll be alright,” Rey said, craning her neck to look up at him and squinting in the sun, “If one Teedo knows to keep away they all do.”
“Comms?” Ben asked, stepping a little to the side so that the girl was in his shadow now.
Rey shook her head, tapping her little finger against her temple.
“Huh,” Ben nodded thoughtfully, “Telepaths, never met one of those before.”
“It’s just with other Teedos,” Rey shrugged, “Not like they can read your mind or anything.”
She glanced him over before adding, “Not like jedi can, anyway.”
Ben shook his head and ruffled the kid's hair, slicked back though it was in a tight bun. She whipped her head around and frowned at him before stomping ahead and kicking up sand in her wake.
Ben smiled, it wasn’t much, but he had more of a plan now than he’d had when he’d first left Ossus in the middle of the night. Maybe he could do this after all.
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