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Nothing but Misadventures
[Vima and Rex have a ship now. Vima and Rex are not, according to local authorities, supposed to have a ship. In fact, those authorities have said, other people are supposed to have it.
But they happen to need a ship, and this big ol' trading conglomerate's little cargo hauler has a lot of navigational information in its computer, so really, they've got no choice?
Vima quickly mutes the angry comm screen.]
We'd better move fast. If their patrol ships get to us before we can go to hyperspace, we're going to have to find a whole new ship.
[and, you know. probably escape from jail first.]
But they happen to need a ship, and this big ol' trading conglomerate's little cargo hauler has a lot of navigational information in its computer, so really, they've got no choice?
Vima quickly mutes the angry comm screen.]
We'd better move fast. If their patrol ships get to us before we can go to hyperspace, we're going to have to find a whole new ship.
[and, you know. probably escape from jail first.]
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Why was it then, he wondered, that every Jedi he ran into was absolutely mad, with a healthy disregard for the law, and certainly a healthy disregard for their own (and with it, for Rex's) skin? It's not an question he has the answer to at the present, because instead of thinking further on it, he's busy trying to frantically map out a safe route to go to hyperspace through. ]
I'm moving as fast as I can, [ he grouses at her. ] Didn't I tell you that I'm a footsoldier, not a pilot?
[ Even for a skilled pilot, this would be a tough situation. ]
Just try to hold them off for a little longer. We'd be better off getting caught than we would going into hyperspace directly into an asteroid.
[ It would be a quicker and less painful death, though. ]
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[She glances over to where Rex is messing around with the navicomputer. It'd be a lie to say she wasn't worried about what route they might be shunted into, but she trusts that Rex will be able to do it.]
Doesn't need to be a long route--if we can just make a quick hop out of here, we can stop in whatever there we find and take a proper look at the map.
[As for buying them time, her own hands are busy. There are a lot of things you can do with a comm unit if you know how. Vima isn't sure if she knows how. But she's going to try, filling the commlines with as much static and competing signals as she can, hoping to overwhelm both their communications and their ability to locate the ship.]
That should hold them off for another couple of minutes--I hope--
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[ With a path programmed, the ship lurches into movement and, white lipped, Rex watches the stars whizz past them with increasing nervousness. He's not a man who tends to show when he's uncertain about something, but flight had always been his worst class back on Kamino, and he'd mainly gotten around it through making sure he had well-equipped pilots on his side. Sure, he could handle things in a pinch, but... ]
If we crash into an asteroid, at least we'll die quickly, [ he muses, which isn't the sort of thing you're supposed to say to an impressionable young woman, but considering the situation, he's not inclined to mince words.
Finally, the ship comes to a stop, miraculously without having hit any asteroids. Rex lets out a slow breath of relief. ]
I'm never doing that again.
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...Okay it was the second one, they're still alive, WHEW. She finds herself laughing in relief as the stars settle down, revealing them to be safely in space and not the middle of a planet.]
Not bad for your first and last time doing a blind hyperspace jump. [...] Nearly blind. Don't worry. The Force was with us.
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I'll have to take your word for it, kid. The Force could be screaming in my ear, and I wouldn't hear a damn thing.
[ It's not dismissive of her reality. It's just a truthful observation. ]
They'll be sending out reports of our ship. We should do some, ah... redecorating when we stop next. [ He slows to inspect the map for more pertinent details now that he's not focusing simply on what won't get them killed. ]
Speaking of which, that's next on our agenda. After that stunt, we won't last much longer out here without a good refueling.
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[She knows her being a Jedi can be a passport into places, but she's wary about leaning on that. No need to assume this part of the Galaxy is friendly to teenage Jedi and their soldier friends until she's got proof of it.
She boots up the navicomputer to get a look at what might be nearby. She doesn't want a squeaky-clean Republic starport full of cargo inspectors and whatnot, but she'd rather not land in a wretched hive of scum and villainy, either. So she scrolls through the local star map, blip, blip, blip...]
How about we try here? [She points to a name.] See if it lives up to the title.
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All right, [ he says. ] It's worth a shot, anyway. But if we're going to get all that - and food - we're going to need more credits than we've got.
[ Which is to say... Rex doesn't really have credits. As humiliating as it is to have to rely on a teenaged girl in order to simply survive, it's what has to be done in this case. But they're running out. ]
I don't suppose you've ever had a job before?
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[She has some credits, yes, but it's true that they are going to need more very soon. She wasn't even drawing a stipend yet back in the time she knows, not being a full-fledged Knight yet.]
But a station like this probably goes through a lot of short-term workers... whether they're good at their jobs or not.
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Yes, something that pays you a salary. And that's what I thought. I've never had one either. [ He got an earful of what she thinks of his station when they'd first met, so he shoots her a sharp look before she gets going again. ] And I don't want to hear about it, kid.
[ Satisfied that that will mollify her for now, he rubs at his chin, thumbnail catching as it always does on the light scar that gashes across it. ]
We'll have to learn quickly. It shouldn't be too hard to find a job in manual labour, but I'd rather we stick together. Just in case. If we need to make a quick getaway...
[ Do they like each other? Barely. Are they friends? No. But if it's all the same to her, he'd rather they stick together. ]
We should think of a story.
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She nods, though, also much preferring to stick together. Rex--well he isn't a familiar face, exactly. Not the way someone who is definitely of her time would be. But they've gone through a few encounters now, and even if he is stiff-necked, she is kinda getting to like the guy.]
Yeah. I don't think we're gonna get away with me being your daughter again. Maybe your niece? [She leans back in her seat, contemplating the ceiling. What would explain them running around together in a ship with no money? Smugglers? No, Rex is too straight-laced to fool anyone there. Refugees? That could work.] What if... our home planet had a local civil war, and we were run off in a hurry?
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Plus, the age disparity makes more sense that way. He's not that old. ]
Yeah, all right. I think that's doable. We can pick a planet on the Outer Rim to be our cover story. Nobody ever goes there anyway.
[ He leans over to where the map is still emblazoned on the screen, zooming into the Outer Rim. Best to choose a planet he's at least been to before. ] Maybe Florrum. Nobody pays attention to what's going on there. I nipped back there to grab you, but due to our quick retreat, we left with little more than the clothes on our backs, so we're looking for work.
[ He hums, considering it. ]
I guess we could say that we were previously... farmers?
[ Is that the only civvie job that Rex could think of?
...Yes. ]
OK I DON'T KNOW WHY IT DID AN ANON COMMENT
Okay. Farmers from Florrum it is. [She plugs in the coordinates for Junkfort Station to the navicomputer.] I... can't think of anything else, really. I guess you can't either, right?