With the rev of the engine and a sputter of smoke, Song launched forward. The swoop bike, while built with parts a century old, functioned like it should. Didn’t mean it was any good, though. She would have traded her own speeder for the bucket of bolts any day, but she didn’t complain. She was content with what she had. Only problem was that it wasn’t going fast enough, and the last thing she wanted was a whole scavenger crew up on her ass for killing a chunk of their men.
Then it hit her.
Not the cloud of sand she was trailing through, but the same realization which struck Jeyten. Armed, organized scavengers with a wide presence on Jakku? It was the perfect opportunity. She could find enough parts to fix her own ship, and Jeyten’s, and stock on weapons or credits to boot. What got her thinking more, however, was the chance that this gang might be in league with the smuggler, Jer Katan.
Everything seemed to line up at once, and at the Jedi’s call, the Mandalorian nodded and said back to him, “Got it!”
She slammed her boot to the accelerator. The engine hissed a second time. Although she couldn’t go fast enough to close the gap between her and the escaping scavenger, it didn’t matter as long as she could follow his trail.
Unfortunately, that was about to change soon. Ahead of them, the wreckage of the Star Destroyer loomed. There was a wide hole in it and the scavenger had aimed right for it, and Song suspected the old ship was either their base of operations, or a maze of ruins meant to throw them off. Maybe both. Either way, she couldn’t let him go so easy, and rocketed into the Star Destroyer behind him.
Song plunged into wreckage, through the back of the Destroyer’s main thruster, and found herself in a wide, makeshift passageway. A space between exhaust pipes and power generators, already gutted. While she pursued, the scavenger turned back to see her, and she half-expected him to pull out a blaster and start firing.
Which he did, but not in the way she anticipated.
He was shooting in front of him, at a weak-looking pipe overhead. By the time she figured out what he was doing, it was too late. The pipe gave way and soot and debris crashed down in front of her. Song cursed in Mando’a. The scavenger had cut them off. Fortunately, she had one or two tricks up her sleeve too.
Before the debris, there were two more open halls, one left and another right. Narrow corridors where Imperial soldiers had no doubt walked about in the generations before. Song didn’t know which to pick, so she swerved left and hoped she might find her way back to the scavenger before he escaped for good.
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Then it hit her.
Not the cloud of sand she was trailing through, but the same realization which struck Jeyten. Armed, organized scavengers with a wide presence on Jakku? It was the perfect opportunity. She could find enough parts to fix her own ship, and Jeyten’s, and stock on weapons or credits to boot. What got her thinking more, however, was the chance that this gang might be in league with the smuggler, Jer Katan.
Everything seemed to line up at once, and at the Jedi’s call, the Mandalorian nodded and said back to him, “Got it!”
She slammed her boot to the accelerator. The engine hissed a second time. Although she couldn’t go fast enough to close the gap between her and the escaping scavenger, it didn’t matter as long as she could follow his trail.
Unfortunately, that was about to change soon. Ahead of them, the wreckage of the Star Destroyer loomed. There was a wide hole in it and the scavenger had aimed right for it, and Song suspected the old ship was either their base of operations, or a maze of ruins meant to throw them off. Maybe both. Either way, she couldn’t let him go so easy, and rocketed into the Star Destroyer behind him.
Song plunged into wreckage, through the back of the Destroyer’s main thruster, and found herself in a wide, makeshift passageway. A space between exhaust pipes and power generators, already gutted. While she pursued, the scavenger turned back to see her, and she half-expected him to pull out a blaster and start firing.
Which he did, but not in the way she anticipated.
He was shooting in front of him, at a weak-looking pipe overhead. By the time she figured out what he was doing, it was too late. The pipe gave way and soot and debris crashed down in front of her. Song cursed in Mando’a. The scavenger had cut them off. Fortunately, she had one or two tricks up her sleeve too.
Before the debris, there were two more open halls, one left and another right. Narrow corridors where Imperial soldiers had no doubt walked about in the generations before. Song didn’t know which to pick, so she swerved left and hoped she might find her way back to the scavenger before he escaped for good.
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