jackxunknown

[jackxunknown]

"I bet if we just looked for a whole planet of rash, crazy jackasses, we'll figure out where I'm from. Or find out where a planet like that was, until one of em accidentally blew it up" Jack grinned, shed always liked to imagine there was a whole planet of people just like her out there, and the Jedi had only found her because shed been the sole survivor of some really stupid cataclysm. I mean sure, shed have no 'people' out there, but at least shed relate to them. And it would explain why shed ended up at the Academy, she hated the idea shed been given to them

Somewhere in her thoughts of a party planet that had blown itself up, she sensed his hesitancy, and guessed where it came from "Don't worry, I can't imagine he's stupid enough to come close enough to the surface right now that Id have a chance of grabbing him. I don't even think he could imagine what I'd do to him." She was still holding fast to his hand, sitting with him and still watching how his arm moved, trying to figure out where it could have came from.

"My plan was to go to Nar Shaddaa, maybe I'm from there" she laughed lightly "maybe we could open a bar, the first Jedi run bar on the planet, open drinks for people with our sabers. We could call it The Jedi Academy, just really piss them off." She hadn't noticed she was absently playing with his metal fingers while talking, she hadn't got to tell anyone about her wild plans before

"Or we could go into the Wild Space, see what's out there, maybe we could even find Illum on our own, steal a whole bunch of kyber crystals and just give em away to people. Pay for cheap drinks with them? Or! We could find the stupidest rebellion out there and join it, people who want to take down the Republic because they raised the tax on Corellien Chips or something." Shed been thinking about what to do once she left the Academy for a while, and nearly all her plans involved causing stupid chaos just for the sake of it, and she could finally tell the only person that would understand them, and the only person who shed ever want with her while doing them. He must have noticed that she hadn't had anyone else to talk to about anything she thought about since, well, him

He wasn't too surprised with the strange change of energy around them, she had always been incredibly powerful and her energy flowed with the force naturally. What was surprising was that he should have realized by now how much she cared for him, this feral reaction should have been obvious. He took it as a sign that, because of the recent events and the things that led to them, he had been incredibly self centered, living inside of himself and not for himself or for anyone he cared about. He only just remembered that he did have anyone to care about. This was alot but he felt a huge relief in it all. He smirked at her, impressed and full of.... desire.

He looked to her hand on his arm where a heat had began, and then watched her. His brow rose at the comment of rising apart of him off, did she just insinuate...? He would have to circle back to that. He scooted back with her and rest his back after a moment of assessing, there was a hesitancy to get close to her, just because that meant that the Sith would be closer too.

"Uhuh.... still traces of that original sith race in my blood. I bet we can find out together, where you come from." It sounded cheesy as he said it but he played it off and rubbed his metal thumb over her hand, superfocused on and loving the connection. "I can feel your body heat, its even more sensitive than my real nerves...What else do you want to do out there? We can go anywhere..."

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[jackxunknown]

Jacks eyes flashed with a raw anger, that made the air crackle slightly like static. She looked in his eyes, but she clearly wasn’t looking at Bucky. For a moment, she felt like she could just reach in his chest and rip the thing out, strangle the ghost into a second death. Her fingers even twitched unconsciously on his arm and in his hand, the metal even felt slightly warmer after the rush of rage passed over her, though she didn’t notice it herself.

“Never met a suicidal ghost.” she said, finally, shaking her head slightly like she was trying to get the remnants of the urge to attempt to rip it out of him to fully pass ”Interesting. At least the arms high tech, shame he wont be able to replace what Ill rip off, the second I can.” she went back to examining his arm, but just trying to distract herself until her mind completely cleared, but her other hand stayed in his

“So, a Siths great great yadda yaddas grandson, huh?” Jack said, once finally able to think of anything else but ghost-murder, and sat back, scooting farther up on the bed, but keeping hold of his hand like she was trying to make sure she didn’t lose hold of him again, like she wanted him -and the thing inside him to know she wouldn’t let him be alone and undefended again

“Wild. Couldn't figure out who I was, wasn’t even in the central computers. I know, I broke in. They had the weakest passwords.” She added with a grin, but the air still had a slight scent of ozone, remnants of her rage

The Sith had been brought out in chains, the cell below the Cidael he’d been kept had done its job cutting him off from the Force and weakening him and he was easy to manage. The crime he’d been accused of was mass murder. Dozens had been found dead from a saber blade and the Council had said he had been found nearby. It was all the evidence they’d needed. The rest believed their council with unwavering loyalty.

The man was pushed to his knees, and the metal ring already around his neck connected to a chain fixed to the ground. What was about to happen was clear; a Jedi stood all clad in deep brown robes, a veil of thick woven fabric covered their face, shading their identity. Though they took the solemn oath of loyalty, and had volunteered to do their part to rid the galaxy of the last of the Sith, one from a long line hidden from them but finally revealed, they wished their role as executioner to be anonymous, as all volunteers always did.

The Masters spoke, but the words seemed lost on the condemned, he seemed only to crane his neck to look at the crowed, not to appeal to them, no, he understood these people would never believe them over the Masters that spoke of the crimes he knew he hadn’t committed, that he’d die for because of his lineage, and the saber that he carried. He seemed instead to be looking for someone, and it looked as if that person couldn’t be seen in the crowd. The man hung his head back down in defeat, but his jaw still clenched when the executioner stepped forward when the little green thing stopped talking what vaguely sounded like backwards nonsense. His head only twitched slightly when the red saber ignited (the mans own, bled saber) and lowered to just above his neck.

There was a pause as the hidden Jedi raised the saber to strike the target it had marked….and it swung away from his neck and around the front to sever the chain holding him down in one clean strike and disappeared back in to its hilt. The man was pulled to his feet as the saber hilt disappeared iunder her robes, and the hooded figure pushed at the air with a violent thrust, and the audience was thrown off their feet.

The hooded figure tore the veil off and tossed her hood back, black wild hair and dancing blue eyes to match the grin was revealed. With one arm she clutched his shoulder to keep him upright, the other whipped out another saber that sparked to life; bright pink that sparked and cracked, and she held it up like shield and a declaration.

“What are you doing?” a man shouted from the crowed, trying to get to his feet.

“Quitting.” said the girl, the grin pulling up for a moment

“Leave, you may” came the voice from the little green thing that had officiated just a few moments earlier “but stay, the Sith must.”

There was a pause, for just a heartbeat as the girls eyebrow went up and she looked the creature over. The only sound was the sparks of the saber.

“Go fuck yourself, ya little gremlin.” In a flash the pink was gone and the hilt back where it came from under the robes, and she grabbed the front of the mans shirt, her eyes closing.

In a violent and nauseating moment they weren’t in the citadels courts any more, but in a small ship, and she tripped and fell over their feet.

“Sorry! Sorry Ive never taken anyone with me.” She steadied him, still holding him upright, and looked him in the face for the first time “Im Jack, and we need to get out of here right the fuck now.” Was all she said before she dragged him to one of the chairs by the console and dropped him in it, strapping him in the getting int he pilots chair. The ship was in the air moments later, and speeding out of Coruscant’s airspace far faster than was allowed. It was either that, or the Jedis warnings to them about an escapee that had the squadron of V-19s flying at them. When they opened fire, the shields took the hits hard but wouldn’t last very long.

Jack just flicked switched and pressed at the console like mad, and increased speed, seeming not to listen to any protests from her new fellow fugitive. She just increased speed until they were near collision distance and the computer told them the shields were nearly failing. Suddenly she stood up out of the seat and jammed one foot up on the steering control, keeping them going straight. And with both hands held out, the backs of them together and shaking with the rest of her arms, Jack suddenly  wrenched them apart, and so with them the fleet of ships in front of them were thrown to either side, crashing into eachother and clearing a path for them.

She fell back into the seat, her hand back on steering controls, the other slammed down on the hyperdrive controls, and jammed it them in to lightspeed with a jolt. Jack was staring out the dash window with an extreme concentration that one didnt need when they were following established hyperspace lanes. Then again, people didn’t enter hyperspace from inside a planets atmosphere, either. They were only traveling like that for 30 some odd seconds when Jack slammed them back of it, and quite suddenly the surface of a barren, icy planet about 30 miles away filled the cockpit window, and she jammed the ship upright as quickly as she could, and a rocky and bump few minutes later, they were landing and she was leaning back in her chair with a shaky breath of relief.

[jackxunknown]

Jacks eye twitched as she stared far to pointedly at his arm. There was a moment where she couldn't process the conflicting emotions:

-Holy god, he was huge. He could snap a person in half, he could snap her in half, she was pretty sure she wanted him to

-The arm was absolutely fascinating, it was tech like shed never seen before. Certainly much more advanced than the ones shed seen before, it seemed to move like metal flesh, could it feel things? If he could, was it weird she was rubbing her hands up his arm?

-Who in the absolute fuck did this to him? Who made him hurt himself, because it was clear he made those scars himself. Were they still alive? Could she kill them?

She wondered for a moment how many of the strong emotions he could sense, or how specific he could sense them. Rage, curiosity, attraction. It was the last one she was hoping would fly under the radar, but shed never been taught how to sense that herself, he'd been out in the universe lear-- she suddenly realized that he must be far, far more experienced than her, she had zero idea of what to do, he must have been with...no, no this was Bucky, he wouldn't be interested in her, she was just his friend. Now anxiety was heavily in that emotional mix.

After a few long seconds of which a million thoughts happened at nearly the exact same time, she finally asked "what's it made of?" Knowing if he had even a fraction of an ability to sense emotions, he'd know that was absolutely not as casual as anyone else might think it was. She tried to settle her mind before she asked, as calmly as she could

"How did it happen?"

The Sith had been brought out in chains, the cell below the Cidael he’d been kept had done its job cutting him off from the Force and weakening him and he was easy to manage. The crime he’d been accused of was mass murder. Dozens had been found dead from a saber blade and the Council had said he had been found nearby. It was all the evidence they’d needed. The rest believed their council with unwavering loyalty.

The man was pushed to his knees, and the metal ring already around his neck connected to a chain fixed to the ground. What was about to happen was clear; a Jedi stood all clad in deep brown robes, a veil of thick woven fabric covered their face, shading their identity. Though they took the solemn oath of loyalty, and had volunteered to do their part to rid the galaxy of the last of the Sith, one from a long line hidden from them but finally revealed, they wished their role as executioner to be anonymous, as all volunteers always did.

The Masters spoke, but the words seemed lost on the condemned, he seemed only to crane his neck to look at the crowed, not to appeal to them, no, he understood these people would never believe them over the Masters that spoke of the crimes he knew he hadn’t committed, that he’d die for because of his lineage, and the saber that he carried. He seemed instead to be looking for someone, and it looked as if that person couldn’t be seen in the crowd. The man hung his head back down in defeat, but his jaw still clenched when the executioner stepped forward when the little green thing stopped talking what vaguely sounded like backwards nonsense. His head only twitched slightly when the red saber ignited (the mans own, bled saber) and lowered to just above his neck.

There was a pause as the hidden Jedi raised the saber to strike the target it had marked….and it swung away from his neck and around the front to sever the chain holding him down in one clean strike and disappeared back in to its hilt. The man was pulled to his feet as the saber hilt disappeared iunder her robes, and the hooded figure pushed at the air with a violent thrust, and the audience was thrown off their feet.

The hooded figure tore the veil off and tossed her hood back, black wild hair and dancing blue eyes to match the grin was revealed. With one arm she clutched his shoulder to keep him upright, the other whipped out another saber that sparked to life; bright pink that sparked and cracked, and she held it up like shield and a declaration.

“What are you doing?” a man shouted from the crowed, trying to get to his feet.

“Quitting.” said the girl, the grin pulling up for a moment

“Leave, you may” came the voice from the little green thing that had officiated just a few moments earlier “but stay, the Sith must.”

There was a pause, for just a heartbeat as the girls eyebrow went up and she looked the creature over. The only sound was the sparks of the saber.

“Go fuck yourself, ya little gremlin.” In a flash the pink was gone and the hilt back where it came from under the robes, and she grabbed the front of the mans shirt, her eyes closing.

In a violent and nauseating moment they weren’t in the citadels courts any more, but in a small ship, and she tripped and fell over their feet.

“Sorry! Sorry Ive never taken anyone with me.” She steadied him, still holding him upright, and looked him in the face for the first time “Im Jack, and we need to get out of here right the fuck now.” Was all she said before she dragged him to one of the chairs by the console and dropped him in it, strapping him in the getting int he pilots chair. The ship was in the air moments later, and speeding out of Coruscant’s airspace far faster than was allowed. It was either that, or the Jedis warnings to them about an escapee that had the squadron of V-19s flying at them. When they opened fire, the shields took the hits hard but wouldn’t last very long.

Jack just flicked switched and pressed at the console like mad, and increased speed, seeming not to listen to any protests from her new fellow fugitive. She just increased speed until they were near collision distance and the computer told them the shields were nearly failing. Suddenly she stood up out of the seat and jammed one foot up on the steering control, keeping them going straight. And with both hands held out, the backs of them together and shaking with the rest of her arms, Jack suddenly  wrenched them apart, and so with them the fleet of ships in front of them were thrown to either side, crashing into eachother and clearing a path for them.

She fell back into the seat, her hand back on steering controls, the other slammed down on the hyperdrive controls, and jammed it them in to lightspeed with a jolt. Jack was staring out the dash window with an extreme concentration that one didnt need when they were following established hyperspace lanes. Then again, people didn’t enter hyperspace from inside a planets atmosphere, either. They were only traveling like that for 30 some odd seconds when Jack slammed them back of it, and quite suddenly the surface of a barren, icy planet about 30 miles away filled the cockpit window, and she jammed the ship upright as quickly as she could, and a rocky and bump few minutes later, they were landing and she was leaning back in her chair with a shaky breath of relief.

[jackxunknown]

How would a cool, suave smuggler respond to that? They’d probably have a slick one liner, a product of all the taverns and waypoint stops they’d frequent and all the men and women they’d charmed. Charm, thats what they’d respond with.

She realized at that point she’d been staring awkwardly at him for about ten entire seconds, holding her boot, while trying to think of a way to not sound awkward. Was that a come on? How was she suppose to figure that out? This was altogether new territory for her, she’d basically been a monk until an hour ago.

She quickly put the boot down and smiled, hoping (and knowing she was probably wrong) he wouldn’t remember that ‘i freeze when im nervous’ smile, maybe he’d think she’d just developed some kind of brain damage. How could she have possible gotten this far into the day, all the way to ‘lets get into this tiny bed’ without noticing they weren't kids anymore, and he looked like he bench pressed asteroids in his spare time?

“I mean, yeah, I figured...we can both squeeze in there. Might be a bit cozy but, hey, saves fuel if we don’t need to keep the heat on, right?” Jack threw the pillow and the large blanket in, following after to try and put everything, and to give her time to decide what exactly to sleep in, yet another thing that just came to mind. She decided on the tanktop and shorts she had on under the gross Jedi robes she had on now, and quickly got rid of them “I think im going to leave those outside before we leave, maybe on fire. What even is that giant waist sash? Just wear a belt like normal fucking people, ya know?” She still sounded less like she was rambling because she literally always did, and more like she was trying to make the fact that she’d just taken them off just a casual moment. Wait, what was he going to take off? Why did she suddenly very much hope it was a lot? It was Bucky, for gods sake, how did this go from reuniting with her best friend to ‘i hope he takes his shirt off’ in what seemed like a fraction of a second?

Jack leaned forward out of the cubby so she could actually see him again “Hey, whats the arm look like? Its been like an hour and you haven’t even shown me your cool robot arm yet. I wasn’t going to say anything but its getting pretty rude” she finally grinned a normally

The Sith had been brought out in chains, the cell below the Cidael he’d been kept had done its job cutting him off from the Force and weakening him and he was easy to manage. The crime he’d been accused of was mass murder. Dozens had been found dead from a saber blade and the Council had said he had been found nearby. It was all the evidence they’d needed. The rest believed their council with unwavering loyalty.

The man was pushed to his knees, and the metal ring already around his neck connected to a chain fixed to the ground. What was about to happen was clear; a Jedi stood all clad in deep brown robes, a veil of thick woven fabric covered their face, shading their identity. Though they took the solemn oath of loyalty, and had volunteered to do their part to rid the galaxy of the last of the Sith, one from a long line hidden from them but finally revealed, they wished their role as executioner to be anonymous, as all volunteers always did.

The Masters spoke, but the words seemed lost on the condemned, he seemed only to crane his neck to look at the crowed, not to appeal to them, no, he understood these people would never believe them over the Masters that spoke of the crimes he knew he hadn’t committed, that he’d die for because of his lineage, and the saber that he carried. He seemed instead to be looking for someone, and it looked as if that person couldn’t be seen in the crowd. The man hung his head back down in defeat, but his jaw still clenched when the executioner stepped forward when the little green thing stopped talking what vaguely sounded like backwards nonsense. His head only twitched slightly when the red saber ignited (the mans own, bled saber) and lowered to just above his neck.

There was a pause as the hidden Jedi raised the saber to strike the target it had marked….and it swung away from his neck and around the front to sever the chain holding him down in one clean strike and disappeared back in to its hilt. The man was pulled to his feet as the saber hilt disappeared iunder her robes, and the hooded figure pushed at the air with a violent thrust, and the audience was thrown off their feet.

The hooded figure tore the veil off and tossed her hood back, black wild hair and dancing blue eyes to match the grin was revealed. With one arm she clutched his shoulder to keep him upright, the other whipped out another saber that sparked to life; bright pink that sparked and cracked, and she held it up like shield and a declaration.

“What are you doing?” a man shouted from the crowed, trying to get to his feet.

“Quitting.” said the girl, the grin pulling up for a moment

“Leave, you may” came the voice from the little green thing that had officiated just a few moments earlier “but stay, the Sith must.”

There was a pause, for just a heartbeat as the girls eyebrow went up and she looked the creature over. The only sound was the sparks of the saber.

“Go fuck yourself, ya little gremlin.” In a flash the pink was gone and the hilt back where it came from under the robes, and she grabbed the front of the mans shirt, her eyes closing.

In a violent and nauseating moment they weren’t in the citadels courts any more, but in a small ship, and she tripped and fell over their feet.

“Sorry! Sorry Ive never taken anyone with me.” She steadied him, still holding him upright, and looked him in the face for the first time “Im Jack, and we need to get out of here right the fuck now.” Was all she said before she dragged him to one of the chairs by the console and dropped him in it, strapping him in the getting int he pilots chair. The ship was in the air moments later, and speeding out of Coruscant’s airspace far faster than was allowed. It was either that, or the Jedis warnings to them about an escapee that had the squadron of V-19s flying at them. When they opened fire, the shields took the hits hard but wouldn’t last very long.

Jack just flicked switched and pressed at the console like mad, and increased speed, seeming not to listen to any protests from her new fellow fugitive. She just increased speed until they were near collision distance and the computer told them the shields were nearly failing. Suddenly she stood up out of the seat and jammed one foot up on the steering control, keeping them going straight. And with both hands held out, the backs of them together and shaking with the rest of her arms, Jack suddenly  wrenched them apart, and so with them the fleet of ships in front of them were thrown to either side, crashing into eachother and clearing a path for them.

She fell back into the seat, her hand back on steering controls, the other slammed down on the hyperdrive controls, and jammed it them in to lightspeed with a jolt. Jack was staring out the dash window with an extreme concentration that one didnt need when they were following established hyperspace lanes. Then again, people didn’t enter hyperspace from inside a planets atmosphere, either. They were only traveling like that for 30 some odd seconds when Jack slammed them back of it, and quite suddenly the surface of a barren, icy planet about 30 miles away filled the cockpit window, and she jammed the ship upright as quickly as she could, and a rocky and bump few minutes later, they were landing and she was leaning back in her chair with a shaky breath of relief.

[jackxunknown]

“Friends don’t keep score. I mean, if they did Id be winning but...” she grinned, and threw some pillows into the sleep cubby, and one at him. Jacks mind had still not caught up with the physical situation they were in, it had crossed her mind, but the ‘hey this might be awkward, he’s much larger and also hey, attractive’ hadn’t clicked

“We’ll have to wait to leave, not to brag, but it takes a lot of energy to bypass two planets gravity wells, and I need to rest before I do it again. And I can’t imagine you got much sleep before the whole ‘beheading’ thing oh...” she paused, standing up straight “Oh I was going to leave a note...I really cracked the actual executioners head off a wall, I forgot to leave something to tell them what closet I locked them in. I hope they’re not dead...” she trailed off again, lost in thought for a moment before snapping back with the smallest shrug “Eh well, anyways we should probably sleep before take off, I dont want anyone attacking us in flight, one good bump and you’ll roll over and crush me to death.” she sat and started taking her boots off, like this was the most normal thing in the world

“When’d this happen?” she took a second to wave a hand, gesturing at him “When’d you get this big? We used to be able to fit in here no problem...granted we were ten, sure.” oh, there it was, They were absolutely not ten anymore, and he was absolutely huge, and that was an absolutely tiny bed. Just keep going with it Jack, she thought, pretend you’re just cool like this. Would he even want to? Wait, how would they fit? Should she make a joke about the forts they used to built? Or should she maybe cut down on the ‘just like kids’ thing? Address it casually, werido

“Sorry about the bed size, the whole ‘Force Teleport’ thing has a range, just went for the nearest ship, ya know?”

The Sith had been brought out in chains, the cell below the Cidael he’d been kept had done its job cutting him off from the Force and weakening him and he was easy to manage. The crime he’d been accused of was mass murder. Dozens had been found dead from a saber blade and the Council had said he had been found nearby. It was all the evidence they’d needed. The rest believed their council with unwavering loyalty.

The man was pushed to his knees, and the metal ring already around his neck connected to a chain fixed to the ground. What was about to happen was clear; a Jedi stood all clad in deep brown robes, a veil of thick woven fabric covered their face, shading their identity. Though they took the solemn oath of loyalty, and had volunteered to do their part to rid the galaxy of the last of the Sith, one from a long line hidden from them but finally revealed, they wished their role as executioner to be anonymous, as all volunteers always did.

The Masters spoke, but the words seemed lost on the condemned, he seemed only to crane his neck to look at the crowed, not to appeal to them, no, he understood these people would never believe them over the Masters that spoke of the crimes he knew he hadn’t committed, that he’d die for because of his lineage, and the saber that he carried. He seemed instead to be looking for someone, and it looked as if that person couldn’t be seen in the crowd. The man hung his head back down in defeat, but his jaw still clenched when the executioner stepped forward when the little green thing stopped talking what vaguely sounded like backwards nonsense. His head only twitched slightly when the red saber ignited (the mans own, bled saber) and lowered to just above his neck.

There was a pause as the hidden Jedi raised the saber to strike the target it had marked….and it swung away from his neck and around the front to sever the chain holding him down in one clean strike and disappeared back in to its hilt. The man was pulled to his feet as the saber hilt disappeared iunder her robes, and the hooded figure pushed at the air with a violent thrust, and the audience was thrown off their feet.

The hooded figure tore the veil off and tossed her hood back, black wild hair and dancing blue eyes to match the grin was revealed. With one arm she clutched his shoulder to keep him upright, the other whipped out another saber that sparked to life; bright pink that sparked and cracked, and she held it up like shield and a declaration.

“What are you doing?” a man shouted from the crowed, trying to get to his feet.

“Quitting.” said the girl, the grin pulling up for a moment

“Leave, you may” came the voice from the little green thing that had officiated just a few moments earlier “but stay, the Sith must.”

There was a pause, for just a heartbeat as the girls eyebrow went up and she looked the creature over. The only sound was the sparks of the saber.

“Go fuck yourself, ya little gremlin.” In a flash the pink was gone and the hilt back where it came from under the robes, and she grabbed the front of the mans shirt, her eyes closing.

In a violent and nauseating moment they weren’t in the citadels courts any more, but in a small ship, and she tripped and fell over their feet.

“Sorry! Sorry Ive never taken anyone with me.” She steadied him, still holding him upright, and looked him in the face for the first time “Im Jack, and we need to get out of here right the fuck now.” Was all she said before she dragged him to one of the chairs by the console and dropped him in it, strapping him in the getting int he pilots chair. The ship was in the air moments later, and speeding out of Coruscant’s airspace far faster than was allowed. It was either that, or the Jedis warnings to them about an escapee that had the squadron of V-19s flying at them. When they opened fire, the shields took the hits hard but wouldn’t last very long.

Jack just flicked switched and pressed at the console like mad, and increased speed, seeming not to listen to any protests from her new fellow fugitive. She just increased speed until they were near collision distance and the computer told them the shields were nearly failing. Suddenly she stood up out of the seat and jammed one foot up on the steering control, keeping them going straight. And with both hands held out, the backs of them together and shaking with the rest of her arms, Jack suddenly  wrenched them apart, and so with them the fleet of ships in front of them were thrown to either side, crashing into eachother and clearing a path for them.

She fell back into the seat, her hand back on steering controls, the other slammed down on the hyperdrive controls, and jammed it them in to lightspeed with a jolt. Jack was staring out the dash window with an extreme concentration that one didnt need when they were following established hyperspace lanes. Then again, people didn’t enter hyperspace from inside a planets atmosphere, either. They were only traveling like that for 30 some odd seconds when Jack slammed them back of it, and quite suddenly the surface of a barren, icy planet about 30 miles away filled the cockpit window, and she jammed the ship upright as quickly as she could, and a rocky and bump few minutes later, they were landing and she was leaning back in her chair with a shaky breath of relief.

[jackxunknown]

Jack stumbled just a bit with her box, once she remembered how heavy they actually were, she’d started mostly lifting them with her mind while trying to make it look like she was just carrying the very heavy boxes. Her mind was preoccupied with that, and worrying that he might start talking further about what she’d said. She tended to only be good with hyperactivity, sarcasm, or busts of anger. She’d spent so much time worrying about getting him out of a beheading, and then looking cool after all that time, she hadn’t thought about possible emotional conversation and was utterly unprepared.

“I told you, I was planning on ditching the place. Been stockpiling supplies. Clothes, weapons, spare ship parts. At least one crates just straight full of Coruscant Sliders, remember those? From Dex’s Diner? Guys still up and running! Probably why its taken so long for me to leave, gunna miss those. Remember how many of those we used to sneak out and get?” She smiled at the memory, if the masters had any idea how many times they’d gotten out and gotten them, they’d have a bigger heart attack than a life of eating the sliders would give a person.

“I got em frozen. Been saving up credits, too. I was gunna go to NarShadda, pretty easy to get lost there. And imagine the bar fights we could get it!” she put the last box down and dragging some clothes and sheets out before shoving it into storage. The blankets went on the single bed. “And you’ll need clothes, of course.” Jack finally paused, for a brief moment even looking annoyed that she had to break the immersion again. The ease that she’d fell back into talking with him

“Unless you plan on leaving again. I mean, Id probably just shove a tracker down your throat if you did and drag you back, but I’d like to pretend this is a decision you’re making. His pretend decision” she added, talking toward Bucky but clearly not to him “I dunno whats going on in there, but you cause problems and its straight back to Yavin for you.” she raised her eyebrows at Bucky, hoping he could somehow understand she was trying to say ‘i dont know how to depossess someone yet other than trying to punch it out of you, gimme some time’

The Sith had been brought out in chains, the cell below the Cidael he’d been kept had done its job cutting him off from the Force and weakening him and he was easy to manage. The crime he’d been accused of was mass murder. Dozens had been found dead from a saber blade and the Council had said he had been found nearby. It was all the evidence they’d needed. The rest believed their council with unwavering loyalty.

The man was pushed to his knees, and the metal ring already around his neck connected to a chain fixed to the ground. What was about to happen was clear; a Jedi stood all clad in deep brown robes, a veil of thick woven fabric covered their face, shading their identity. Though they took the solemn oath of loyalty, and had volunteered to do their part to rid the galaxy of the last of the Sith, one from a long line hidden from them but finally revealed, they wished their role as executioner to be anonymous, as all volunteers always did.

The Masters spoke, but the words seemed lost on the condemned, he seemed only to crane his neck to look at the crowed, not to appeal to them, no, he understood these people would never believe them over the Masters that spoke of the crimes he knew he hadn’t committed, that he’d die for because of his lineage, and the saber that he carried. He seemed instead to be looking for someone, and it looked as if that person couldn’t be seen in the crowd. The man hung his head back down in defeat, but his jaw still clenched when the executioner stepped forward when the little green thing stopped talking what vaguely sounded like backwards nonsense. His head only twitched slightly when the red saber ignited (the mans own, bled saber) and lowered to just above his neck.

There was a pause as the hidden Jedi raised the saber to strike the target it had marked….and it swung away from his neck and around the front to sever the chain holding him down in one clean strike and disappeared back in to its hilt. The man was pulled to his feet as the saber hilt disappeared iunder her robes, and the hooded figure pushed at the air with a violent thrust, and the audience was thrown off their feet.

The hooded figure tore the veil off and tossed her hood back, black wild hair and dancing blue eyes to match the grin was revealed. With one arm she clutched his shoulder to keep him upright, the other whipped out another saber that sparked to life; bright pink that sparked and cracked, and she held it up like shield and a declaration.

“What are you doing?” a man shouted from the crowed, trying to get to his feet.

“Quitting.” said the girl, the grin pulling up for a moment

“Leave, you may” came the voice from the little green thing that had officiated just a few moments earlier “but stay, the Sith must.”

There was a pause, for just a heartbeat as the girls eyebrow went up and she looked the creature over. The only sound was the sparks of the saber.

“Go fuck yourself, ya little gremlin.” In a flash the pink was gone and the hilt back where it came from under the robes, and she grabbed the front of the mans shirt, her eyes closing.

In a violent and nauseating moment they weren’t in the citadels courts any more, but in a small ship, and she tripped and fell over their feet.

“Sorry! Sorry Ive never taken anyone with me.” She steadied him, still holding him upright, and looked him in the face for the first time “Im Jack, and we need to get out of here right the fuck now.” Was all she said before she dragged him to one of the chairs by the console and dropped him in it, strapping him in the getting int he pilots chair. The ship was in the air moments later, and speeding out of Coruscant’s airspace far faster than was allowed. It was either that, or the Jedis warnings to them about an escapee that had the squadron of V-19s flying at them. When they opened fire, the shields took the hits hard but wouldn’t last very long.

Jack just flicked switched and pressed at the console like mad, and increased speed, seeming not to listen to any protests from her new fellow fugitive. She just increased speed until they were near collision distance and the computer told them the shields were nearly failing. Suddenly she stood up out of the seat and jammed one foot up on the steering control, keeping them going straight. And with both hands held out, the backs of them together and shaking with the rest of her arms, Jack suddenly  wrenched them apart, and so with them the fleet of ships in front of them were thrown to either side, crashing into eachother and clearing a path for them.

She fell back into the seat, her hand back on steering controls, the other slammed down on the hyperdrive controls, and jammed it them in to lightspeed with a jolt. Jack was staring out the dash window with an extreme concentration that one didnt need when they were following established hyperspace lanes. Then again, people didn’t enter hyperspace from inside a planets atmosphere, either. They were only traveling like that for 30 some odd seconds when Jack slammed them back of it, and quite suddenly the surface of a barren, icy planet about 30 miles away filled the cockpit window, and she jammed the ship upright as quickly as she could, and a rocky and bump few minutes later, they were landing and she was leaning back in her chair with a shaky breath of relief.

[jackxunknown]

“Oh yeah, terrifying, a hand swat. Im shook.” Jack did lean back though, if anything to make Bucky feel better, and she didn’t feel like getting ghost punched in the face just then. Maybe later. Right now there were cargo crates to get on the ship.

She was up and out of her chair before the bay doors even had time to process the commands she had pounded in on the console, tossing him a coat she’d found in storage “You didn’t know you were stronger then, you still thought there were only two sides and emotions meant you had to pick one of em. Arent you glad you almost got executed? Otherwise you never would have found out.” she added, with a cheeky grin and a loud zip of her coat. The air coming in from the planet was breathable, but cold as Hoth. She waited, though, until she was just about to leave the ship before she added

“Theres only one thing thats ever really hurt me, B, so you better not do it again.” Jack said quickly,putting her hood over her head, she didn’t do great with serious emotions, not ones like that. “Theres nothin that thing inside you can do that’d be worse than that. Now come on, this shits heavy.”

The Sith had been brought out in chains, the cell below the Cidael he’d been kept had done its job cutting him off from the Force and weakening him and he was easy to manage. The crime he’d been accused of was mass murder. Dozens had been found dead from a saber blade and the Council had said he had been found nearby. It was all the evidence they’d needed. The rest believed their council with unwavering loyalty.

The man was pushed to his knees, and the metal ring already around his neck connected to a chain fixed to the ground. What was about to happen was clear; a Jedi stood all clad in deep brown robes, a veil of thick woven fabric covered their face, shading their identity. Though they took the solemn oath of loyalty, and had volunteered to do their part to rid the galaxy of the last of the Sith, one from a long line hidden from them but finally revealed, they wished their role as executioner to be anonymous, as all volunteers always did.

The Masters spoke, but the words seemed lost on the condemned, he seemed only to crane his neck to look at the crowed, not to appeal to them, no, he understood these people would never believe them over the Masters that spoke of the crimes he knew he hadn’t committed, that he’d die for because of his lineage, and the saber that he carried. He seemed instead to be looking for someone, and it looked as if that person couldn’t be seen in the crowd. The man hung his head back down in defeat, but his jaw still clenched when the executioner stepped forward when the little green thing stopped talking what vaguely sounded like backwards nonsense. His head only twitched slightly when the red saber ignited (the mans own, bled saber) and lowered to just above his neck.

There was a pause as the hidden Jedi raised the saber to strike the target it had marked....and it swung away from his neck and around the front to sever the chain holding him down in one clean strike and disappeared back in to its hilt. The man was pulled to his feet as the saber hilt disappeared iunder her robes, and the hooded figure pushed at the air with a violent thrust, and the audience was thrown off their feet.

The hooded figure tore the veil off and tossed her hood back, black wild hair and dancing blue eyes to match the grin was revealed. With one arm she clutched his shoulder to keep him upright, the other whipped out another saber that sparked to life; bright pink that sparked and cracked, and she held it up like shield and a declaration.

“What are you doing?” a man shouted from the crowed, trying to get to his feet.

“Quitting.” said the girl, the grin pulling up for a moment

“Leave, you may” came the voice from the little green thing that had officiated just a few moments earlier “but stay, the Sith must.”

There was a pause, for just a heartbeat as the girls eyebrow went up and she looked the creature over. The only sound was the sparks of the saber.

“Go fuck yourself, ya little gremlin.” In a flash the pink was gone and the hilt back where it came from under the robes, and she grabbed the front of the mans shirt, her eyes closing.

In a violent and nauseating moment they weren’t in the citadels courts any more, but in a small ship, and she tripped and fell over their feet.

“Sorry! Sorry Ive never taken anyone with me.” She steadied him, still holding him upright, and looked him in the face for the first time “Im Jack, and we need to get out of here right the fuck now.” Was all she said before she dragged him to one of the chairs by the console and dropped him in it, strapping him in the getting int he pilots chair. The ship was in the air moments later, and speeding out of Coruscant’s airspace far faster than was allowed. It was either that, or the Jedis warnings to them about an escapee that had the squadron of V-19s flying at them. When they opened fire, the shields took the hits hard but wouldn’t last very long.

Jack just flicked switched and pressed at the console like mad, and increased speed, seeming not to listen to any protests from her new fellow fugitive. She just increased speed until they were near collision distance and the computer told them the shields were nearly failing. Suddenly she stood up out of the seat and jammed one foot up on the steering control, keeping them going straight. And with both hands held out, the backs of them together and shaking with the rest of her arms, Jack suddenly  wrenched them apart, and so with them the fleet of ships in front of them were thrown to either side, crashing into eachother and clearing a path for them.

She fell back into the seat, her hand back on steering controls, the other slammed down on the hyperdrive controls, and jammed it them in to lightspeed with a jolt. Jack was staring out the dash window with an extreme concentration that one didnt need when they were following established hyperspace lanes. Then again, people didn’t enter hyperspace from inside a planets atmosphere, either. They were only traveling like that for 30 some odd seconds when Jack slammed them back of it, and quite suddenly the surface of a barren, icy planet about 30 miles away filled the cockpit window, and she jammed the ship upright as quickly as she could, and a rocky and bump few minutes later, they were landing and she was leaning back in her chair with a shaky breath of relief.

[jackxunknown]

Jack grinned, looking mighty pleased with herself. It was all something she believed for a while now, and she hadn’t been able to tell anyone. There was an immense relief in that grin, and a good amount of gratefulness. It took her a while to speak again, just going over how of course he understood, she knew he would, even when he wasn’t around. She’d always imagined if he was, and telling him, and what he might say.

“Course it felt good.” She said suddenly, from quiet to bursting at the turn of a dime, she’d always had way to much energy for her, or anyone else, to know what to do with.

“You’d been stuck cut off from a whole chunk of the force since you were born. And love em or hate em, the Sith did figure out ways to use it the Jedi never did.” she said with an honest shrug “the trick is to remember that it aint everything there is, and know how to use what you need to use to do the shit they did, then turn it back off. To come back, ya know? Like...” Jack paused, it seemed like she couldn’t seem to find a single position in that pilots chair she wanted to stay in, she wanted to lean back when she was talking casually and sitting forward when talking earnestly.

"You ever heard of ‘Force drain’? That Nihilus guy that could consume the life force of an entire planet? Well I heard a story about a Jedi that did that, but the guy had to give into his anger. They said after that he could never go back to the 'light side', and thats when I thought....well of course he fuckin couldn't!” she threw her hands up, like she was just fed up by the people she was talking about

“What advice did we get about dealing with anger? 'Dont feel it'. Bullshit! Of course the guy had a fuck ton of suppressed rage, and once he let it all out, he had no idea how to deal with it in a healthy way, none of us were! And he could never go back to using the force in a way that needs the user to suppresses anger, it wasn't his fault, it wasn't some mystical 'dark side', it was the way he was raised!” she’d opened another one of the unmarked and vaguely food tasting packages, taking a bite out of the bar

“Thats the trick. See, that shit made you feel good, amazing even. But here you were laughing about the ‘gremlin’ thing and feeling bad about shit you didn’t even do. You came back from it. You’re already better than all of them. Anyways,” she crumpled up the ‘food’ packet and tossed it away “they sound like a good time, are they still on the moon? We should grab them when we go ditch the ghost back where it came from.” She leaned forward again, this time much closer and tapped him in the temple

“Ya hear me? Pack up” Jack said loudly at the side of Buckys head

The Sith had been brought out in chains, the cell below the Cidael he’d been kept had done its job cutting him off from the Force and weakening him and he was easy to manage. The crime he’d been accused of was mass murder. Dozens had been found dead from a saber blade and the Council had said he had been found nearby. It was all the evidence they’d needed. The rest believed their council with unwavering loyalty.

The man was pushed to his knees, and the metal ring already around his neck connected to a chain fixed to the ground. What was about to happen was clear; a Jedi stood all clad in deep brown robes, a veil of thick woven fabric covered their face, shading their identity. Though they took the solemn oath of loyalty, and had volunteered to do their part to rid the galaxy of the last of the Sith, one from a long line hidden from them but finally revealed, they wished their role as executioner to be anonymous, as all volunteers always did.

The Masters spoke, but the words seemed lost on the condemned, he seemed only to crane his neck to look at the crowed, not to appeal to them, no, he understood these people would never believe them over the Masters that spoke of the crimes he knew he hadn’t committed, that he’d die for because of his lineage, and the saber that he carried. He seemed instead to be looking for someone, and it looked as if that person couldn’t be seen in the crowd. The man hung his head back down in defeat, but his jaw still clenched when the executioner stepped forward when the little green thing stopped talking what vaguely sounded like backwards nonsense. His head only twitched slightly when the red saber ignited (the mans own, bled saber) and lowered to just above his neck.

There was a pause as the hidden Jedi raised the saber to strike the target it had marked....and it swung away from his neck and around the front to sever the chain holding him down in one clean strike and disappeared back in to its hilt. The man was pulled to his feet as the saber hilt disappeared iunder her robes, and the hooded figure pushed at the air with a violent thrust, and the audience was thrown off their feet.

The hooded figure tore the veil off and tossed her hood back, black wild hair and dancing blue eyes to match the grin was revealed. With one arm she clutched his shoulder to keep him upright, the other whipped out another saber that sparked to life; bright pink that sparked and cracked, and she held it up like shield and a declaration.

“What are you doing?” a man shouted from the crowed, trying to get to his feet.

“Quitting.” said the girl, the grin pulling up for a moment

“Leave, you may” came the voice from the little green thing that had officiated just a few moments earlier “but stay, the Sith must.”

There was a pause, for just a heartbeat as the girls eyebrow went up and she looked the creature over. The only sound was the sparks of the saber.

“Go fuck yourself, ya little gremlin.” In a flash the pink was gone and the hilt back where it came from under the robes, and she grabbed the front of the mans shirt, her eyes closing.

In a violent and nauseating moment they weren’t in the citadels courts any more, but in a small ship, and she tripped and fell over their feet.

“Sorry! Sorry Ive never taken anyone with me.” She steadied him, still holding him upright, and looked him in the face for the first time “Im Jack, and we need to get out of here right the fuck now.” Was all she said before she dragged him to one of the chairs by the console and dropped him in it, strapping him in the getting int he pilots chair. The ship was in the air moments later, and speeding out of Coruscant’s airspace far faster than was allowed. It was either that, or the Jedis warnings to them about an escapee that had the squadron of V-19s flying at them. When they opened fire, the shields took the hits hard but wouldn’t last very long.

Jack just flicked switched and pressed at the console like mad, and increased speed, seeming not to listen to any protests from her new fellow fugitive. She just increased speed until they were near collision distance and the computer told them the shields were nearly failing. Suddenly she stood up out of the seat and jammed one foot up on the steering control, keeping them going straight. And with both hands held out, the backs of them together and shaking with the rest of her arms, Jack suddenly  wrenched them apart, and so with them the fleet of ships in front of them were thrown to either side, crashing into eachother and clearing a path for them.

She fell back into the seat, her hand back on steering controls, the other slammed down on the hyperdrive controls, and jammed it them in to lightspeed with a jolt. Jack was staring out the dash window with an extreme concentration that one didnt need when they were following established hyperspace lanes. Then again, people didn’t enter hyperspace from inside a planets atmosphere, either. They were only traveling like that for 30 some odd seconds when Jack slammed them back of it, and quite suddenly the surface of a barren, icy planet about 30 miles away filled the cockpit window, and she jammed the ship upright as quickly as she could, and a rocky and bump few minutes later, they were landing and she was leaning back in her chair with a shaky breath of relief.

[jackxunknown]

“Dark side stuff” she repeated. Amazingly, looking bemused of all things, shaking her head just slightly. She’d shut the holocron off when he’d asked, she didn’t like seeing it anymore than he did, but she leaned forward on the console, looking him over.

“Where’d you go? Moraband? Ashas Ree? That dump, Yavin 4? Cause you sound possessed, B.” despite what she just said, she popped up from her seat and plopped herself down back in the pilots chair next to him “Im not going to let them kill you because you got some ghost cultist up your ass.” she was leaning in again, looking in his eyes like maybe she could catch a glimpse of it.

“See, your issue is the same as all of ours, and theirs. You think there is a dark side, and being angry or afraid makes you part of it. Its probably latched right onto that, eating it up like a buffet just because a little green asshole said it could.” Jack shook her head, sitting up a bit more and actually taking the time to think about her words.

“You wanna know why I was leaving? Cause I figured it out, B. The ‘dark side’ and the ‘light side’, you wanna know what they are? Deep down, at the core of all things?” She leaned in for emphasis “Made up.”

“Think about it, every last thing you know about them. Where did the Dark Side and Light Side come from? Did The Force itself show up and say 'hey, guess how the universe works'? No, it was made up. They're religions! Like the thousands we've seen on a thousands of planets, and you know what I think? Neither exist. I think that people that act and think a certain way are going to use the Force a certain way. I dont think we have to act a certain way to access a certain type of Force, I think the way we act controls the way we use the force."

She took a long pause, hoping she made it sound the way she wanted, she'd been wanting to say it out loud to someone for a long time, and this might have been the most important time to make it sound right, and if anyone might understand, she knew it was him.

"What is anger? Hate? Love and fear? They're chemical reactions! What sense does it make that the only proper way to use a force thats a part of every living thing is to stop natural functions of life? It makes as much sense as saying the chemical reactions of our digestive system leads to the dark side, and we have to stop using it. I don't think either side exists, I just think life exists. I think the way to use the Force is to live. Laugh with friends, fall in love, beat the fuck out of that guy in the bar talking shit about you. Feel wonder, fear, get angry, get sad, get drunk, and die in glorious fuckin battle for something you believe in. Thats how you use the Force,” she hadn’t noticed she was getting into it, but it was something as infused with passion as she was for life, and she knew he had to believe the was more than just these two opposing options

"And thats always been the kinda person you are, whatever you’ve seen or done, whatever you’ve felt, you are not the guiltless sociopath that makes a ‘Sith’" she made quotes in the the air, her expression showing how stupid she thought it was.

“You, B, have experienced more life than that pathetic, brainwashed dead guy ever has, and you have way more power than he ever did. You just gotta stop believing the shit they fed us and get rid of him. And I’ll help you pull the thing out by its phantom teeth if I gotta”

The Sith had been brought out in chains, the cell below the Cidael he’d been kept had done its job cutting him off from the Force and weakening him and he was easy to manage. The crime he’d been accused of was mass murder. Dozens had been found dead from a saber blade and the Council had said he had been found nearby. It was all the evidence they’d needed. The rest believed their council with unwavering loyalty.

The man was pushed to his knees, and the metal ring already around his neck connected to a chain fixed to the ground. What was about to happen was clear; a Jedi stood all clad in deep brown robes, a veil of thick woven fabric covered their face, shading their identity. Though they took the solemn oath of loyalty, and had volunteered to do their part to rid the galaxy of the last of the Sith, one from a long line hidden from them but finally revealed, they wished their role as executioner to be anonymous, as all volunteers always did.

The Masters spoke, but the words seemed lost on the condemned, he seemed only to crane his neck to look at the crowed, not to appeal to them, no, he understood these people would never believe them over the Masters that spoke of the crimes he knew he hadn’t committed, that he’d die for because of his lineage, and the saber that he carried. He seemed instead to be looking for someone, and it looked as if that person couldn’t be seen in the crowd. The man hung his head back down in defeat, but his jaw still clenched when the executioner stepped forward when the little green thing stopped talking what vaguely sounded like backwards nonsense. His head only twitched slightly when the red saber ignited (the mans own, bled saber) and lowered to just above his neck.

There was a pause as the hidden Jedi raised the saber to strike the target it had marked….and it swung away from his neck and around the front to sever the chain holding him down in one clean strike and disappeared back in to its hilt. The man was pulled to his feet as the saber hilt disappeared iunder her robes, and the hooded figure pushed at the air with a violent thrust, and the audience was thrown off their feet.

The hooded figure tore the veil off and tossed her hood back, black wild hair and dancing blue eyes to match the grin was revealed. With one arm she clutched his shoulder to keep him upright, the other whipped out another saber that sparked to life; bright pink that sparked and cracked, and she held it up like shield and a declaration.

“What are you doing?” a man shouted from the crowed, trying to get to his feet.

“Quitting.” said the girl, the grin pulling up for a moment

“Leave, you may” came the voice from the little green thing that had officiated just a few moments earlier “but stay, the Sith must.”

There was a pause, for just a heartbeat as the girls eyebrow went up and she looked the creature over. The only sound was the sparks of the saber.

“Go fuck yourself, ya little gremlin.” In a flash the pink was gone and the hilt back where it came from under the robes, and she grabbed the front of the mans shirt, her eyes closing.

In a violent and nauseating moment they weren’t in the citadels courts any more, but in a small ship, and she tripped and fell over their feet.

“Sorry! Sorry Ive never taken anyone with me.” She steadied him, still holding him upright, and looked him in the face for the first time “Im Jack, and we need to get out of here right the fuck now.” Was all she said before she dragged him to one of the chairs by the console and dropped him in it, strapping him in the getting int he pilots chair. The ship was in the air moments later, and speeding out of Coruscant’s airspace far faster than was allowed. It was either that, or the Jedis warnings to them about an escapee that had the squadron of V-19s flying at them. When they opened fire, the shields took the hits hard but wouldn’t last very long.

Jack just flicked switched and pressed at the console like mad, and increased speed, seeming not to listen to any protests from her new fellow fugitive. She just increased speed until they were near collision distance and the computer told them the shields were nearly failing. Suddenly she stood up out of the seat and jammed one foot up on the steering control, keeping them going straight. And with both hands held out, the backs of them together and shaking with the rest of her arms, Jack suddenly  wrenched them apart, and so with them the fleet of ships in front of them were thrown to either side, crashing into eachother and clearing a path for them.

She fell back into the seat, her hand back on steering controls, the other slammed down on the hyperdrive controls, and jammed it them in to lightspeed with a jolt. Jack was staring out the dash window with an extreme concentration that one didnt need when they were following established hyperspace lanes. Then again, people didn’t enter hyperspace from inside a planets atmosphere, either. They were only traveling like that for 30 some odd seconds when Jack slammed them back of it, and quite suddenly the surface of a barren, icy planet about 30 miles away filled the cockpit window, and she jammed the ship upright as quickly as she could, and a rocky and bump few minutes later, they were landing and she was leaning back in her chair with a shaky breath of relief.

[jackxunknown]

“Mhhhhm” she agreed, watching him pull the shackles off “Plenty. I remember you with at least one limb more.” She let that hang for a second, before her energy, as always, refused to let her spend that much time sitting still. She hopped up suddenly and started rummaging around the ship, checking wiring and systems, things hidden in storage and tossing him any food she found, chewing on some herself.

“Nobodys stupid enough to try and stay on this planet, cut off, barren as all hell. Except the Nightmare Beasts...” Jack paused, and looked at him seriously. Her lips twitched up before she turned back, she was only serious when she was fucking with people.

“See, my plan was to go to NarShadda, I mean, I got no roots, and that seems to be where the rootless go.” she stopped to check out what looked like a single small sleeping nook, back at him, looking him over, then back the the nook in the same way “one good lurch in flight, Ill get crushed” she mumbled to herself, in her ‘never to herself’ voice while motioning out the window toward the crates she had left there on previous trips. She was flitting around too quickly to really consider how much older they were, and that it might be a bit different than falling asleep in forts they built as children, she just considered they’d both about fit,

“I was gunna wait till there was some big enough commotion I could just slip away unnoticed, shoulda assumed the commotion was going to be my fault” She sat down at a centre console, after seemingly deciding she was pretty happy with the ship. Sturdy, not an overtly Republic ship, not too big and assuming “but it looks like my plans are your plans now, and I think we got a few more pressing things that the whole ‘fugitive’ thing” she plugged something into the console while talking, she could do almost anything while still talking. She hadn’t really considered they weren’t in it together again suddenly, or that he might want to leave, alone, again. She’d always had ideas of running away together, but back then she’d always imagined them going to amazing planets, meeting neat animals and planets where candy grew on trees. One amazing adventure after another. She didn’t imagine there would be so much violence in the galaxy, or that her future plans would involve as much alcohol as it did. But it never stopped involving Bucky.

“Because I meant it when I said you wouldn’t have killed those people, but,” the holocron in the middle of the console flickered to life, showing holographic security footage of him very much killing those people “Im gunna need you to fill in a bunch of real huge blanks for me”

The Sith had been brought out in chains, the cell below the Cidael he’d been kept had done its job cutting him off from the Force and weakening him and he was easy to manage. The crime he’d been accused of was mass murder. Dozens had been found dead from a saber blade and the Council had said he had been found nearby. It was all the evidence they’d needed. The rest believed their council with unwavering loyalty.

The man was pushed to his knees, and the metal ring already around his neck connected to a chain fixed to the ground. What was about to happen was clear; a Jedi stood all clad in deep brown robes, a veil of thick woven fabric covered their face, shading their identity. Though they took the solemn oath of loyalty, and had volunteered to do their part to rid the galaxy of the last of the Sith, one from a long line hidden from them but finally revealed, they wished their role as executioner to be anonymous, as all volunteers always did.

The Masters spoke, but the words seemed lost on the condemned, he seemed only to crane his neck to look at the crowed, not to appeal to them, no, he understood these people would never believe them over the Masters that spoke of the crimes he knew he hadn’t committed, that he’d die for because of his lineage, and the saber that he carried. He seemed instead to be looking for someone, and it looked as if that person couldn’t be seen in the crowd. The man hung his head back down in defeat, but his jaw still clenched when the executioner stepped forward when the little green thing stopped talking what vaguely sounded like backwards nonsense. His head only twitched slightly when the red saber ignited (the mans own, bled saber) and lowered to just above his neck.

There was a pause as the hidden Jedi raised the saber to strike the target it had marked....and it swung away from his neck and around the front to sever the chain holding him down in one clean strike and disappeared back in to its hilt. The man was pulled to his feet as the saber hilt disappeared iunder her robes, and the hooded figure pushed at the air with a violent thrust, and the audience was thrown off their feet.

The hooded figure tore the veil off and tossed her hood back, black wild hair and dancing blue eyes to match the grin was revealed. With one arm she clutched his shoulder to keep him upright, the other whipped out another saber that sparked to life; bright pink that sparked and cracked, and she held it up like shield and a declaration.

“What are you doing?” a man shouted from the crowed, trying to get to his feet.

“Quitting.” said the girl, the grin pulling up for a moment

“Leave, you may” came the voice from the little green thing that had officiated just a few moments earlier “but stay, the Sith must.”

There was a pause, for just a heartbeat as the girls eyebrow went up and she looked the creature over. The only sound was the sparks of the saber.

“Go fuck yourself, ya little gremlin.” In a flash the pink was gone and the hilt back where it came from under the robes, and she grabbed the front of the mans shirt, her eyes closing.

In a violent and nauseating moment they weren’t in the citadels courts any more, but in a small ship, and she tripped and fell over their feet.

“Sorry! Sorry Ive never taken anyone with me.” She steadied him, still holding him upright, and looked him in the face for the first time “Im Jack, and we need to get out of here right the fuck now.” Was all she said before she dragged him to one of the chairs by the console and dropped him in it, strapping him in the getting int he pilots chair. The ship was in the air moments later, and speeding out of Coruscant’s airspace far faster than was allowed. It was either that, or the Jedis warnings to them about an escapee that had the squadron of V-19s flying at them. When they opened fire, the shields took the hits hard but wouldn’t last very long.

Jack just flicked switched and pressed at the console like mad, and increased speed, seeming not to listen to any protests from her new fellow fugitive. She just increased speed until they were near collision distance and the computer told them the shields were nearly failing. Suddenly she stood up out of the seat and jammed one foot up on the steering control, keeping them going straight. And with both hands held out, the backs of them together and shaking with the rest of her arms, Jack suddenly  wrenched them apart, and so with them the fleet of ships in front of them were thrown to either side, crashing into eachother and clearing a path for them.

She fell back into the seat, her hand back on steering controls, the other slammed down on the hyperdrive controls, and jammed it them in to lightspeed with a jolt. Jack was staring out the dash window with an extreme concentration that one didnt need when they were following established hyperspace lanes. Then again, people didn’t enter hyperspace from inside a planets atmosphere, either. They were only traveling like that for 30 some odd seconds when Jack slammed them back of it, and quite suddenly the surface of a barren, icy planet about 30 miles away filled the cockpit window, and she jammed the ship upright as quickly as she could, and a rocky and bump few minutes later, they were landing and she was leaning back in her chair with a shaky breath of relief.

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“A hiding spot” Jack said, shaking her with a grin, clearly quite happy with the reception of her daring escape, and shutting the engines and systems while she talked,

“B,” she said easily, like there hadn’t been many years between now and the last time she’d used the nickname “this is Vogon II, this crazy little moons got the strongest magnetic field in the system, fries any electronics a hundred miles out from the atmosphere, and shit all tracking systems get through it. Thats why I had to bring us out of hyper inside the field and almost kill us.”

She was still smiling, proud of her plan and hoping it was as smart as she thought it was. Though she has still held her breath as she had landed them in the large enclave in the side of an icy mountain, super happy she hadn’t knocked the ship into the sides of it again. Out the side window, though was a fair amount of crates. It was clear this wasn’t a spur of the moment plan; she had a Get Out plan for a while.

Once she finished her explanation and gave it a second, though, she leaned over and punched him in the shoulder,

“Thats for ditching me with a cult, you jerk.” she was getting her cloak off now, but she hadn’t sounded actually mad, more like supreme annoyance covering up some old, real upset. “And this...is yours” she held out the hilt of his saber, but she’d very clearly purposely paused after ‘this’, just to be a jerk.

“You should get that chain off before someone mistakes you for an escaped Rancor...” there was another pause, she very much wanted to seem like the cool, experienced adult he hadn’t met her as yet, with all the swagger and cool of a seasoned smuggler, but she was still Jack, and couldn’t stop being Jack for very long. She sat sideways in her chair and leaned forward

“Oh my god did you see his face though? His little gremlin face? I mean, I thought of saying ‘go fuck yourself, you can’ because Im sure that weird way he talks was a choice, but then I thought...Gremlin is more direct, ya know?” before he could answer her eyes had narrowed to a slight squint for a second, looking him over

“So whats all this then? This...Sith stuff?” she waved her hand as she said ‘Sith stuff’ at him “I mean, obviously you didn’t do a mass murder, come on, but that’s definitely your saber, I can see the crack from the time I tried to bash that Gorpion with it, and its a lot redder than I remember.”

The Sith had been brought out in chains, the cell below the Cidael he’d been kept had done its job cutting him off from the Force and weakening him and he was easy to manage. The crime he’d been accused of was mass murder. Dozens had been found dead from a saber blade and the Council had said he had been found nearby. It was all the evidence they’d needed. The rest believed their council with unwavering loyalty.

The man was pushed to his knees, and the metal ring already around his neck connected to a chain fixed to the ground. What was about to happen was clear; a Jedi stood all clad in deep brown robes, a veil of thick woven fabric covered their face, shading their identity. Though they took the solemn oath of loyalty, and had volunteered to do their part to rid the galaxy of the last of the Sith, one from a long line hidden from them but finally revealed, they wished their role as executioner to be anonymous, as all volunteers always did.

The Masters spoke, but the words seemed lost on the condemned, he seemed only to crane his neck to look at the crowed, not to appeal to them, no, he understood these people would never believe them over the Masters that spoke of the crimes he knew he hadn’t committed, that he’d die for because of his lineage, and the saber that he carried. He seemed instead to be looking for someone, and it looked as if that person couldn’t be seen in the crowd. The man hung his head back down in defeat, but his jaw still clenched when the executioner stepped forward when the little green thing stopped talking what vaguely sounded like backwards nonsense. His head only twitched slightly when the red saber ignited (the mans own, bled saber) and lowered to just above his neck.

There was a pause as the hidden Jedi raised the saber to strike the target it had marked….and it swung away from his neck and around the front to sever the chain holding him down in one clean strike and disappeared back in to its hilt. The man was pulled to his feet as the saber hilt disappeared iunder her robes, and the hooded figure pushed at the air with a violent thrust, and the audience was thrown off their feet.

The hooded figure tore the veil off and tossed her hood back, black wild hair and dancing blue eyes to match the grin was revealed. With one arm she clutched his shoulder to keep him upright, the other whipped out another saber that sparked to life; bright pink that sparked and cracked, and she held it up like shield and a declaration.

“What are you doing?” a man shouted from the crowed, trying to get to his feet.

“Quitting.” said the girl, the grin pulling up for a moment

“Leave, you may” came the voice from the little green thing that had officiated just a few moments earlier “but stay, the Sith must.”

There was a pause, for just a heartbeat as the girls eyebrow went up and she looked the creature over. The only sound was the sparks of the saber.

“Go fuck yourself, ya little gremlin.” In a flash the pink was gone and the hilt back where it came from under the robes, and she grabbed the front of the mans shirt, her eyes closing.

In a violent and nauseating moment they weren’t in the citadels courts any more, but in a small ship, and she tripped and fell over their feet.

“Sorry! Sorry Ive never taken anyone with me.” She steadied him, still holding him upright, and looked him in the face for the first time “Im Jack, and we need to get out of here right the fuck now.” Was all she said before she dragged him to one of the chairs by the console and dropped him in it, strapping him in the getting int he pilots chair. The ship was in the air moments later, and speeding out of Coruscant’s airspace far faster than was allowed. It was either that, or the Jedis warnings to them about an escapee that had the squadron of V-19s flying at them. When they opened fire, the shields took the hits hard but wouldn’t last very long.

Jack just flicked switched and pressed at the console like mad, and increased speed, seeming not to listen to any protests from her new fellow fugitive. She just increased speed until they were near collision distance and the computer told them the shields were nearly failing. Suddenly she stood up out of the seat and jammed one foot up on the steering control, keeping them going straight. And with both hands held out, the backs of them together and shaking with the rest of her arms, Jack suddenly  wrenched them apart, and so with them the fleet of ships in front of them were thrown to either side, crashing into eachother and clearing a path for them.

She fell back into the seat, her hand back on steering controls, the other slammed down on the hyperdrive controls, and jammed it them in to lightspeed with a jolt. Jack was staring out the dash window with an extreme concentration that one didnt need when they were following established hyperspace lanes. Then again, people didn’t enter hyperspace from inside a planets atmosphere, either. They were only traveling like that for 30 some odd seconds when Jack slammed them back of it, and quite suddenly the surface of a barren, icy planet about 30 miles away filled the cockpit window, and she jammed the ship upright as quickly as she could, and a rocky and bump few minutes later, they were landing and she was leaning back in her chair with a shaky breath of relief.

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The Sith had been brought out in chains, the cell below the Cidael he’d been kept had done its job cutting him off from the Force and weakening him and he was easy to manage. The crime he’d been accused of was mass murder. Dozens had been found dead from a saber blade and the Council had said he had been found nearby. It was all the evidence they’d needed. The rest believed their council with unwavering loyalty.

The man was pushed to his knees, and the metal ring already around his neck connected to a chain fixed to the ground. What was about to happen was clear; a Jedi stood all clad in deep brown robes, a veil of thick woven fabric covered their face, shading their identity. Though they took the solemn oath of loyalty, and had volunteered to do their part to rid the galaxy of the last of the Sith, one from a long line hidden from them but finally revealed, they wished their role as executioner to be anonymous, as all volunteers always did.

The Masters spoke, but the words seemed lost on the condemned, he seemed only to crane his neck to look at the crowed, not to appeal to them, no, he understood these people would never believe them over the Masters that spoke of the crimes he knew he hadn’t committed, that he’d die for because of his lineage, and the saber that he carried. He seemed instead to be looking for someone, and it looked as if that person couldn’t be seen in the crowd. The man hung his head back down in defeat, but his jaw still clenched when the executioner stepped forward when the little green thing stopped talking what vaguely sounded like backwards nonsense. His head only twitched slightly when the red saber ignited (the mans own, bled saber) and lowered to just above his neck.

There was a pause as the hidden Jedi raised the saber to strike the target it had marked....and it swung away from his neck and around the front to sever the chain holding him down in one clean strike and disappeared back in to its hilt. The man was pulled to his feet as the saber hilt disappeared iunder her robes, and the hooded figure pushed at the air with a violent thrust, and the audience was thrown off their feet.

The hooded figure tore the veil off and tossed her hood back, black wild hair and dancing blue eyes to match the grin was revealed. With one arm she clutched his shoulder to keep him upright, the other whipped out another saber that sparked to life; bright pink that sparked and cracked, and she held it up like shield and a declaration.

“What are you doing?” a man shouted from the crowed, trying to get to his feet.

“Quitting.” said the girl, the grin pulling up for a moment

“Leave, you may” came the voice from the little green thing that had officiated just a few moments earlier “but stay, the Sith must.”

There was a pause, for just a heartbeat as the girls eyebrow went up and she looked the creature over. The only sound was the sparks of the saber.

“Go fuck yourself, ya little gremlin.” In a flash the pink was gone and the hilt back where it came from under the robes, and she grabbed the front of the mans shirt, her eyes closing.

In a violent and nauseating moment they weren’t in the citadels courts any more, but in a small ship, and she tripped and fell over their feet.

“Sorry! Sorry Ive never taken anyone with me.” She steadied him, still holding him upright, and looked him in the face for the first time “Im Jack, and we need to get out of here right the fuck now.” Was all she said before she dragged him to one of the chairs by the console and dropped him in it, strapping him in the getting int he pilots chair. The ship was in the air moments later, and speeding out of Coruscant’s airspace far faster than was allowed. It was either that, or the Jedis warnings to them about an escapee that had the squadron of V-19s flying at them. When they opened fire, the shields took the hits hard but wouldn’t last very long.

Jack just flicked switched and pressed at the console like mad, and increased speed, seeming not to listen to any protests from her new fellow fugitive. She just increased speed until they were near collision distance and the computer told them the shields were nearly failing. Suddenly she stood up out of the seat and jammed one foot up on the steering control, keeping them going straight. And with both hands held out, the backs of them together and shaking with the rest of her arms, Jack suddenly  wrenched them apart, and so with them the fleet of ships in front of them were thrown to either side, crashing into eachother and clearing a path for them.

She fell back into the seat, her hand back on steering controls, the other slammed down on the hyperdrive controls, and jammed it them in to lightspeed with a jolt. Jack was staring out the dash window with an extreme concentration that one didnt need when they were following established hyperspace lanes. Then again, people didn’t enter hyperspace from inside a planets atmosphere, either. They were only traveling like that for 30 some odd seconds when Jack slammed them back of it, and quite suddenly the surface of a barren, icy planet about 30 miles away filled the cockpit window, and she jammed the ship upright as quickly as she could, and a rocky and bump few minutes later, they were landing and she was leaning back in her chair with a shaky breath of relief.

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