Disclaimer: If I owned Star Wars I wouldn't- Actually, I probably would still be here.... But whatever.
Ok, before we start on this chapter, I have to say, that there is a mega-huge clue in this as to the Emperor's true identity. But only if you're reading Book of Musings. Enjoy!
Bounty Hunters 3
"Great! Stuck in the bowels of Coruscant, on the run, with no food and very little money. And knowing our luck, there'll be freelancers after us in no time at all! Stupid bounty!" Garen couldn't help but be a little upset at the moment, and he knew Obi-Wan wouldn't mind too much.
"You know, we don't really need you announcing it wherever we go," Obi-Wan said in slight exasperation.
"What does it matter? If you hadn't've been accused of stealing, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"Look! You can blame me all you want, but nothing will change our current situation, and, in actuality, will probably only make it worse!"
The two were silent for a few minutes. Instead, the sound of durasteel worms chewing away at the local infrastructure met the ears of the two silent friends.
Garen was the one who broke the silence. "So, what are we going to do about food and junk?"
"You know, you don't have to try to replace Reeft," Obi-Wan was smiling as he said this. "I think we should become our enemies."
"Uh. You mean take over the Empire calling ourselves heroes when we are, in fact, sadistic, Sith dictators?"
"Well, we'll put that in the maybe pile. What I was actually referring to, was your comment about freelancers and a bounty."
"You mean, become bounty hunters?" Garen's voice was alive with realisation.
"No. I mean we're going to become famous actresses and we'll be the prettiest girls to ever hit the theartres in downtown Coruscant. Of course I mean bounty hunters."
"Yes, really. What do you think?"
It was at this point that Garen's stomach gurgled, and he laughed sheepishly. "Well, I guess that answers your question."
Obi-Wan just sighed, in amusment. "Fine! We'll get something to eat. Then we can discuss what we're going to do."
The two were silent as they walked off into the night. Until Garen said, "Hey, Ben. What did you mean by the theartre actresses thing?"
Obi-Wan let go of the Force, which he had been using to hold their cloaks aloft, before the Sith cut through them. "Time for us to go, my friend."
Garen grinned at him. "Indeed it is. Nice trick by the way."
Obi-Wan chuckled. "Well, we'll only know if it was good if it keeps him off our tails long enough. Let's get out of here."
The two former Jedi, turned bounty hunters raced through the streets of the moon they were on. It was much like Coruscant, in that it was covered in infrastructure, but unlike it, in that the ground was visible from the upper levels. Pushing through the crowd near the spaceport, many people turned to yell, only to realise the pair's occupation, and remain silent. As they neared the port itself, the crowd started to thin out. Apparently, a transport had arrived not long ago and the crowd had been the passengers leaving.
As the pair ran to the private dock, they thanked the Force several times over for giving them the insight to get their own ship. They finally arrived at the dock, and raced on board the sleek, custom-made ship. As Garen went to the cockpit to start the ship, Obi-Wan raced to the rear-gunner's seat.
"Aren't you glad we got that remote prepper?" Garen asked smugly over the internal comm unit.
Obi-Wan lauged. "Yes, Gar. I'm glad you insisted. But can we please concentrate? They're bound to have someone in orbit!"
There was silence. "Actually, scans aren't showing anything."
More silence followed. "You're kidding. It can't possibly be that easy! Votary would never slip up like that!" When all he heard was snickering, Obi-Wan sighed. "What are you laughing about?"
"Votary. I still can't believe anyone would accept a name like that and expect people to respect him!"
This time, Obi-Wan joined in. "True. But I still say that the emperor's name is better. Who would honestly call themselves Li –" He suddenly broke off. "Gar?"
Everything was suddenly all business. "I sense it, too. Let's get out of here while we still can."