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A Systematic Tale: The Hero 18
🕑 Added 2025-05-29 01:34:17 +0000 UTCChapter 18:
– Silas –
“Fucking ow!” I groaned loudly as I sailed through the air like a damn rag doll. The alien world spun dizzyingly until I crashed, thankfully, into a relatively soft pile of sand. The Nightingale armor hugging my body absorbed most of the impact, but damn if that didn't still hurt like a bitch.
Yeah, I'd definitely found a Tatooine Krayt dragon.
And, holy shit, was it big. Getting bitch-slapped by its tail felt exactly like I'd imagine being hit by a bus would feel.
Plus, the fact that Tatooine was hot as absolute balls certainly wasn’t helping things. Sweat poured down my face, trickling annoyingly into my eyes, and I could already feel scorching sand slipping under my armor, sticking uncomfortably to every crevice of my body.
“You know what, Anakin?” I grumbled to myself as I staggered upright, brushing sand off my black armor with a grimace. “I’m starting to get why you fucking hate sand.”
A deafening roar drew my attention back to the massive lizard looming ahead of me. The Krayt dragon was furious now, probably pissed off that its little tail flick hadn't turned me into a pancake. Its cold, reptilian eyes glared at me with predatory hunger.
“Alright, lizard breath,” I called out, lightning already dancing along my gloved fingers in sizzling arcs. “You landed a pretty good surprise attack, gotta give you credit. But now? Now it's my turn.” Grinning beneath my mask, I thrust both hands forward and unleashed a torrent of white-hot electricity straight toward the towering beast. Lightning surged forward, crackling and tearing through the air toward the giant creature.
Unfortunately, the Krayt dragon apparently had better reflexes—and survival instincts—than I'd anticipated. Before my blast could even graze its massive scales, the thing dove beneath the sand at incredible speed, vanishing completely from sight.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groaned irritably, staring in disbelief as my powerful attack exploded harmlessly against the empty dunes, turning sand into glittering glass and nothing else.
Before I could even curse again, my own dragon instincts suddenly screamed at me to move. Now!
I dove to the side in a frantic roll just as the sand beneath my feet erupted violently upward. Enormous, razor-sharp jaws snapped shut with an ear-splitting clack exactly where I'd been standing two seconds earlier!
The Krayt dragon hissed furiously, clearly pissed that I'd slipped away. It glared down at me, giant teeth gleaming ominously as it considered its next move.
I glared right back at the oversized reptile. Clearly, it hadn't gotten the memo about who was the hunter and who was prey in this scenario. Time to fix that.
With a flick of my wrist, the Nightingale Blade shimmered into existence, materializing comfortably into the grasp of my right hand. In my left, electricity danced across my fingertips, bright blue arcs snapping hungrily as if begging me to unleash them.
“Make your move, lizard…” I growled through gritted teeth, dropping into a ready stance. “Let’s see who’s dinner today.”
Maybe this thing was smarter than I gave it credit for, because its cold, furious eyes narrowed sharply at my taunt, as though offended by the insult. Before I could get another sarcastic comment in, it dove beneath the sand again, vanishing instantly beneath the dunes.
This shit again?
Fine. I was ready this time.
I felt it coming before I saw it—the vibrations rumbling beneath my feet, shifting rapidly around me. I pivoted swiftly, blade raised just as the giant monster erupted from the sand behind me. It burst upwards with another ear-splitting roar, jaws wide open, razor-sharp teeth aiming straight for my head.
“Shit!” I didn't have time to line up a proper lightning blast, so I reacted on instinct. Pivoting sharply, I swung the Nightingale Blade upward in a vicious arc.
The enchanted edge sliced cleanly through tough scales and sinewy muscle like a hot knife through butter. Blood spurted out in a satisfying crimson spray, splattering onto the sand as I rolled deftly out of the dragon’s snapping jaws. Immediately, the enchantment on my blade flooded me with healing energy, washing away every ache and restoring my stamina.
Man, magic was a beautiful fucking thing.
When I came back up to my feet, the Krayt dragon had staggered a few steps away, thick blood pouring steadily from the long, nasty gash I'd carved into its hide. Its eyes were no longer just burning with wild fury. They held a calm, calculating anger that put me on edge.
I tensed, readying myself. “Come on, big guy,” I muttered under my breath, “don’t you dare run on me now.”
But strangely enough, the beast didn't run. It just stood there, watching me, eerily still. It was waiting.
My eyes widened sharply as it finally clicked. “Ah, fuck…” Too late. Before I could move, the sand directly beneath me shifted violently again.
There was a second Krayt dragon!
– Missy –
Missy chewed her lip nervously as she watched Silas vanish behind some sand dunes. He’d better not get himself eaten by some giant alien dragon-lizard-thing, because if he did, she was totally going to kick his ass later.
After he got pooped out of course…
Shaking off her worries, she glanced around at their ragtag little party. It was herself, Qui-Gon Jinn, the “secretly-not-so-secret” queen of Naboo (Padmé), and R2-D2. Why they’d decided to bring the droid along, Missy had no idea. Not that she was complaining, mind you—R2-D2 was awesome.
She'd love to get an autograph…except, you know, he was a droid and probably didn't do autographs. Plus, it would look super weird just asking.
“Come on,” Qui-Gon said, breaking into her thoughts as he gestured toward the seemingly endless sands ahead of them. “We have a long trek through the desert sun to reach Mos Espa. If we keep up a steady pace, it’ll only take an hour or two.”
Padmé visibly grimaced, looking just as thrilled about walking across miles of blistering desert as Missy felt.
“Nope. Absolutely not,” Missy declared, scrunching her nose in distaste. She wasn't exactly looking forward to becoming a sweaty mess. Sand and sweat? Gross.
Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow at her. “Pardon?”
Missy smiled confidently, stepping forward and holding out her hand theatrically. “Trust me. I’ve got a better idea.”
She called upon her power, channeling it through the Force.
Reality shimmered and twisted before her outstretched fingers, and suddenly the entire vast desert ahead of them seemed to fold inward, warping like a carnival mirror.
Padmé’s jaw dropped, and Qui-Gon’s eyes widened noticeably.
Missy grinned broadly. “Ta-da! Instant shortcut. You’re welcome.”
R2-D2 beeped excitedly, clearly approving of the change in plans. Without hesitation, the little droid rolled forward on his wheels, bravely plunging straight through Missy's distorted sort-of-portal through space.
“Come on, hurry up!” Missy urged impatiently, waving the other two forward. “It won’t stay like this forever.”
“Incredible…” Qui-Gon muttered softly, a slow, appreciative smile forming beneath his beard. With only a moment’s hesitation, he stepped cautiously into the warped passageway.
Padmé took a deep breath, clearly steeling herself, before following quickly behind him.
The very instant they stepped through, the endless stretch of desert vanished. Instead, they found themselves standing right in the bustling heart of Mos Espa’s crowded streets, surrounded by dusty stalls and noisy aliens of every description.
Missy smirked triumphantly, hands on her hips. “See? Much better than trudging through miles of hot sand.”
Qui-Gon glanced down at her. "Missy, how exactly did you manage to do that? I've never seen or even heard of a Jedi being able to warp space like you just did."
Missy folded her arms and smirked proudly, sticking out her chin just a little. "Of course you haven't! It's not a Jedi thing—it's my superpower."
Padmé tilted her head skeptically, clearly unconvinced. "Are you still insisting on calling yourself and Silas 'superheroes'?"
Missy huffed indignantly, her smirk fading into a pout. "Hey, we totally are superheroes! We already saved a whole bunch of people back on Naboo, didn't we? And when we get back there, we're gonna kick out all the evil aliens and robots and everything."
Qui-Gon cleared his throat softly, giving Missy a gentle yet firm look. “Missy, please remember—not all aliens are evil. It’s important not to generalize so broadly.”
Missy blinked, her confident stance faltering a little as embarrassment crept in. Damn, now she felt like kind of an asshole. “Sorry, Qui-Gon,” she mumbled awkwardly, feeling her cheeks warm slightly. “I honestly didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…well, Silas and I have never even met aliens before today. Our home planet doesn’t exactly have any.”
Padmé stared at her incredulously. “What? How’s that even possible?” she blurted out. “Where the hell are you two even from?”
Missy’s playful smirk instantly returned as she leaned in toward Padmé, voice dropping into a teasing, almost seductive whisper. “Maybe we’ll tell you later, Padmé. If Silas and I decide we like you enough.” She winked. “Otherwise, I guess you’ll just have to ask the Force for answers.”
Padmé rolled her eyes dramatically, clearly both amused and exasperated. “Ugh, I didn’t even think the Force was real until today,” she muttered with a resigned sigh.
Qui-Gon chuckled deeply, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth between the two young women. “This conversation has been fascinating,” he said lightly, “but perhaps we should continue. Missy, thanks to you we’ve made fantastic time, but we still need to find a shop that sells spare ship parts. Our friends back on the ship are counting on us.”
Missy, Qui-Gon, and Padmé wandered through Mos Espa, weaving through dusty streets and bustling crowds in search of anyone who might sell the spare hyperdrive parts their spaceship desperately needed. It wasn’t exactly going well.
“Sorry, nothing like that here,” said one shady-looking guy after another.
Missy bounced lightly on her toes, excitement building with every rejection. She knew it was just a matter of time until someone gave them the exact directions she’d been waiting for—
“You folks should try Watto’s,” a scruffy, grease-covered mechanic finally suggested. He wiped his forehead with a grimy sleeve, smirking wryly. “That little flying space rat’s got damn near everything—if you can afford it, anyway.”
Missy bit her lip, practically vibrating with anticipation. She fought hard to keep the delighted squeal trapped inside, but judging by the curious look Qui-Gon shot her, he definitely sensed something. She just flashed him an innocent smile, trying her best to look composed.
Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You seem… unusually excited all of a sudden, Missy.”
“Just happy to finally have a lead, Master Jedi,” she replied sweetly, doing her best impression of calm. Thankfully, he didn’t push it further, and the trio set off toward the grimy outskirts of Mos Espa.
The area grew progressively dirtier, sketchier, and more rundown as they moved forward. Padmé glanced around warily, clearly less than thrilled with their surroundings. Missy, meanwhile, felt a surge of adrenaline and excitement with every step they took closer to their goal.
And there it was.
Watto’s junk shop, looking exactly like it should—dirty, crowded with scrap metal, and screaming “shady dealer” from every rusty corner. Missy couldn’t contain herself any longer. Without waiting for Qui-Gon or Padmé, she bolted straight through the doorway, practically bouncing into the cluttered shop.
“Missy! Wait—!” Padmé’s voice called out behind her, but Missy hardly heard her.
Her new Force senses, combined with her innate spatial awareness, were already guiding her directly to the small, lone human standing quietly inside the dimly lit workshop.
"Hi there!" Missy called out excitedly, quickly spotting Anakin Skywalker standing near a cluttered workbench. He was small, cute, and exactly how she imagined he'd look at nine years old. Aww—tiny future Darth Vader was adorable!
Anakin turned around, blinking in surprise as Missy eagerly leaned in, blatantly staring at him with wide, fascinated eyes. There was an awkward pause. He blinked at her again, his young face filled with curiosity.
Missy smiled wider, hoping she didn't look too weird.
Anakin tilted his head shyly. "Are you an angel?"
"EEEHHHHHH!?" Missy squeaked in sudden panic, her eyes going wide. Wait a second—that was supposed to be his line for Padme! Wasn't he supposed to say that cheesy stuff to her instead?!
Anakin stared at her with growing confusion, clearly unsure how to react to her freak-out.
Missy sputtered for a moment, feeling her face heat up furiously. "Uh—no, no! I'm definitely not an angel." She straightened up, trying her best to salvage her dignity. "I'm a superhero," she declared proudly, putting her hands on her hips.
Anakin’s eyes immediately lit up like a kid seeing presents on his birthday. "Really?" he asked eagerly, stepping closer to her. "That's wizard! What kinda powers do you have?"
Missy grinned, feeling a burst of pride swell in her chest. "Well," she announced dramatically, throwing one hand out theatrically, "you’re looking at the Mistress of Space herself!"
Anakin's jaw dropped open. "Whoa!"
Maybe she was a bit too excited, because without thinking twice Missy decided to show off just a little. The air shimmered and warped subtly around her fingers, creating a cool ripple effect like water swirling in midair.
"See?" Missy winked at the amazed boy. "Pretty cool, huh?"
"SLAVE!" a rough, irritated voice shouted suddenly from the back of the shop, jolting them both out of their fun. "What the hell is going on over there?"
Missy winced inwardly. Uh oh. She should've known Watto wouldn't be far away. Now things were about to get complicated.
A loud, angry screech made Missy jump as an ugly blue alien came flapping around the corner, shaking his fists and glaring furiously at her.
"Jedi!" Watto shrieked, his stubby wings buzzing furiously. "You trying to use your evil mind powers to free my slave, huh? Get out of my shop! Your kind isn't welcome here!"
Missy felt her temper spike instantly. Hands on her hips, she glared defiantly up at the hovering alien. "Hey! I'm a customer, you flying creep. I wasn't doing anything wrong!"
Just then, Qui-Gon and Padmé rushed into the shop behind her, both clearly confused by all the yelling. R2 wheeled in behind them.
Qui-Gon quickly stepped forward, holding up a calming hand. "There's been a misunderstanding," he said soothingly. He locked eyes with Watto and waved his hand gently. "The girl was just talking. You've been seeing things. There's no Jedi here."
Missy cringed internally. Oh crap, she didn’t get to warn Qui-Gon that mind tricks wouldn't work on Watto.
Sure enough, Watto's expression darkened, pure rage spreading across his wrinkled face. "What? You think you're some kinda Jedi wise guy, huh? Trying your stupid tricks on me! I'm calling the Hutts! They'll deal with Jedi scum trying to rob me!"
Missy's heartbeat spiked, and her panic spiraled out of control. All she had wanted to do was meet Anakin and have a fun little chat, and now she'd managed to completely screw up canon. THEY'D BE STUCK ON THIS STUPID DESERT PLANET FOREVER, UNABLE TO GET BACK TO NABOO. EVERYONE WOULD BE TRAPPED, AND IT'D BE ALL HER FAULT, AND—
Her mind continued to panic!
She barely heard Qui-Gon calling out her name, concern edging into his usually calm voice. The world blurred for a split second, followed by a loud, wet squelching noise. Something warm splashed across her cheek, making her flinch.
Missy blinked in stunned horror, slowly wiping her face with trembling fingers. She stared blankly at the empty space where Watto had just been. Or rather, where what was left of him now hovered in a mangled lump.
Oh shit. Her powers had totally ignored the Manton limit…and she’d crushed Watto.
Squished him like a flying space bug.
Missy swallowed hard, her stomach twisting uneasily as she slowly turned to Qui-Gon and Padmé, who were both staring at her with wide, stunned eyes. Padmé looked queasy. Qui-Gon looked somewhere between worried and deeply impressed.
Before anyone else could speak, a small, amazed voice broke the awkward silence next to her.
"…That was wizard," Anakin declared.
Missy glanced down at him, her face heating up again. Well. At least someone wasn't totally traumatized.
"Uh…" she muttered sheepishly, giving the others an awkward, apologetic smile. "Oops?"
Qui-Gon stared at Missy for a long moment, a deep frown etched onto his usually calm face. He shook his head slowly, clearly disappointed. "Missy," he said firmly, "didn't we just discuss this? I thought we agreed that not all aliens are evil. What you've done here… this was unnecessary."
Missy winced and looked down, feeling a sudden pang of guilt tightening in her chest. "I—I didn't mean to!" she stammered nervously, desperately searching for words to defend herself. "It was an accident, I swear! And anyway, he was a horrible slaver! Doesn't that count for something?"
Padmé stayed completely silent next to Qui-Gon, still wide-eyed and looking more than a little shaken.
Suddenly, a small hand grabbed Missy's own, warm fingers squeezing hers reassuringly.
“She's telling the truth!" Anakin declared boldly, his voice firm despite its childish pitch. "Watto was always mean to me and my mom. He kept threatening to blow us up, yelling all the time! He was really bad!" His little face twisted into a frown. "Missy didn't do anything wrong."
Surprised, she glanced down into Anakin's determined eyes. The boy had barely known her for two minutes, and here he was already standing up for her.
Qui-Gon blinked, clearly caught off guard by the boy's passionate defense. His harsh expression softened quickly, replaced by thoughtful curiosity. He sighed lightly and offered Anakin a gentle smile.
"I see. Thank you for telling me," Qui-Gon said kindly. He lowered himself to Anakin's level, holding out a hand politely. "My name is Qui-Gon Jinn. What's yours?"
Anakin smiled shyly, clearly relieved he wasn't in trouble. "I'm Anakin Skywalker," he answered, shaking Qui-Gon's hand earnestly.
Missy felt her face heating up again, this time from a mixture of embarrassment and pride. Well, at least Anakin thought she was pretty great, even if she'd just messed things up in spectacular fashion.
Qui-Gon turned his gaze back toward Missy, giving her a calmer, more understanding look this time. "I sensed your panic before—that happened, Missy. You clearly need a teacher to help you control your powers if they can kill people so easily," he said softly.
“I’ve never been able to do that to—people…” she trailed off. Did Watto count as a person? Maybe the Manton limit only worked on humans? Did she even want to test that again?
"We can discuss this further later. Right now, we need to handle the… immediate consequences." Qui-Gon told her.
Missy took a deep breath. Qui-Gon was right, they definitely needed to handle the immediate consequences.
She squared her shoulders, trying to sound confident despite the chaos she'd just caused. “Okay, so first things first: we need to steal the hyperdrive parts, grab Anakin and his mom, and get off this sandy space rock ASAP!”
“Beep Boop!” R2-D2 started shaking and making noises in what she figured was agreement.
Padmé sighed deeply, glancing at the messy remains of Watto’s shop with a resigned expression. “…Yeah. At this point, that's pretty much our only option.” She shook her head softly, muttering under her breath, “Maybe I should’ve just stayed on the ship…”
Missy winced slightly, guilt creeping back in. “Sorry, Padmé.”
Anakin, meanwhile, had perked up at the idea of leaving, but only for a moment. His excitement faded quickly, replaced by a heartbreaking sadness. “I… I can't leave Mos Espa,” he said quietly, eyes downcast. “If I go too far, the bomb inside me and my mom…it'll blow up.”
Oh, crap. She'd completely forgotten about that. Missy’s stomach twisted. Then, suddenly, a crazy, but maybe brilliant, idea flashed through her mind.
Could she test her powers again? Maybe just…a tiny bit?
Stepping closer to Anakin, she closed her eyes and reached out carefully with her spatial senses, searching gently through his body. Almost immediately she found something unnatural and nasty lodged just under the skin at the back of his neck—something cold, metallic, and absolutely gross.
Missy opened her eyes and held out her hand. The air shimmered around her fingers, rippling like a mirage. An instant later, a tiny blood-smeared device appeared in her open palm.
“Ewwww…” she muttered, nose scrunching in disgust. That was seriously nasty.
Qui-Gon's eyes shot wide open. “Careful!” He quickly lifted one hand, using the Force to whisk the small bomb safely away to the far side of the room.
Anakin stood frozen in shock for a few seconds, his eyes huge. Slowly, he reached back, touching his neck with trembling fingers. Realization dawned across his face, tears welling up in his eyes.
Without warning, he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Missy in a tight, grateful hug. “Thank you, thank you!” Anakin sobbed, squeezing her hard. “You really are a superhero! Please, can you save my mom too?”
Missy felt her cheeks warm with embarrassment and pride. She smiled softly, patting his messy hair reassuringly. “Of course I can.”
Even Qui-Gon was smiling again, the earlier tension completely gone. He gave Missy a proud nod, approval clear in his voice. “Nicely done, Missy.”
Missy grinned brightly back at him. Sure, things were still a mess, but she’d fix it. She’d made this crazy situation, after all. It was only right she saw it through.
She wondered if Silas was faring any better than her?
– Silas –
My armor had taken one hell of a beating—rips and tears all over—but I felt fantastic. Honestly, I probably should've been dead. The only reason I wasn't currently turning into lizard chow was the enchanted Nightingale blade in my hand. Every time I cut one of those oversized lizards it healed my wounds and pumped fresh strength back into my veins.
Magic swords, man. Fucking lifesavers.
Even with my new Electromaster powers, though, things had gotten dicey more than once. But now those two giant dragon-lizards were finally down. Covered head to tail in deep gashes and lightning burns, lying dead and motionless in the sand.
I threw my fist into the air, adrenaline and excitement rushing through me. "Fuck yeah!" I cheered loudly. Damn right I'd just taken down two giant fucking space dragons solo.
Suddenly, both of the fallen Krayt dragons began to glow a fiery golden-orange color. I stopped cheering immediately, eyes widening in surprise and anticipation.
"No way…" I breathed out slowly. I knew exactly what was happening next. It looked like even giant alien space lizards counted as proper dragons, because their bodies rapidly broke apart into streams of brilliant orange and gold lights. The glittering motes spiraled around me, surging directly into my chest, flooding my body with raw, radiant energy.
The rush was intense, almost overwhelming. My muscles flexed and rippled, and I gasped as fresh strength surged through every fiber of my body. A powerful, tingling sensation pulsed beneath my skin, my magic—or whatever the hell counted as magic now—surging through me. I felt stronger. Faster.
Hell, maybe even sexier!
Okay… Maybe not that last one because it was hard to already mess with peak perfection!
But it wasn’t just a physical boost. Something strange happened inside my throat, too, an oddly satisfying tightness that felt like… reinforcement, somehow? It was tricky to describe, but I knew instinctively what it meant. I could shout more frequently now, without shredding my vocal cords. And considering the bullshit I’d probably have to deal with later, that upgrade was seriously appreciated.
With the dragons nothing but giant piles of bones now, I strolled over and started poking around the skeletal remains. I was hoping my memory of Star Wars lore was still sharp, there was supposed to be something valuable hidden in these things.
“Jackpot!” I grinned broadly when I finally found exactly what I was looking for. Two perfectly round, glossy Krayt dragon pearls. If my nerd brain wasn’t letting me down, these bad boys were extremely valuable. I slipped them securely into my inventory, figuring they'd probably come in handy later.
"Alright," I sighed, straightening up and stretching my aching back. "Side quest complete. Time to find Missy and the others in Mos Espa. Hope they haven't gotten into too much trouble without me."
As soon as those words left my mouth, though, I noticed movement in the corner of my eye. I quickly spun around, spotting a floating droid hovering nearby. The thing was covered in a patchwork of mismatched cameras, lenses glittering in the sun.
For a split second, panic hit me. Shit, was that one of Darth Maul's creepy spy drones? But I quickly shook that idea off. Maul's drones were sleek, high-tech, and painted “edgy Sith black.” This one looked like a science fair project made from space junk. Before I could wave or shout at it, the scrappy little droid abruptly zipped away toward Mos Espa, quickly disappearing over a dune.
"Huh," I muttered, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. Someone just watched and recorded my entire battle with those Krayt dragons. Interesting.
A smile crept across my face. Maybe later I'd track down whoever owned that little scrap heap and ask for a copy of the footage. Sophia would absolutely love seeing how badass I looked fighting giant space dragons. I'd probably never hear the end of it.
But first, I had a long, hot walk ahead of me through miles of scorching desert.
Ugh...
I glanced toward Mos Espa in the distance, eyeing the dark clouds swirling ominously on the horizon. Definitely didn't want to get caught in a sandstorm, and who knew how long it'd take me to get there—
Wait. I suddenly remembered one of my Dragonborn abilities. Could it really work here?
Grinning recklessly beneath my mask, I planted my feet firmly and inhaled deeply, focusing all my newfound strength.
"WULD NAH KEST!" I shouted with everything I had.
Instantly, I rocketed forward like someone had strapped a jet engine to my ass, hurtling across the dunes at an insane speed.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIIIIIT!" I screamed—part excitement, part absolute terror—as the desert blurred around me. Wind tore at my armor, adrenaline surged through my veins, and suddenly walking felt incredibly overrated.
This day was officially awesome!
…
It took me roughly an hour to get back to Mos Espa, thanks to chaining multiple Whirlwind Sprint shouts like some kind of crazed, dragon-powered speedster. Damn, my voice had definitely gotten stronger after taking down those Krayt dragons.
As I stepped into the dusty city streets, brushing sand off my ripped-up armor, I immediately felt eyes on me. Not just a few eyes either.
It was like everyone had stopped what they were doing to stare at me.
"What the hell?" I mumbled under my breath. Sure, my armor was torn up a bit and could use some self-repair time, but looking around at some of these aliens, I was definitely not the worst-dressed dude around. Half these guys looked like they'd crawled out of a garbage chute this morning. So why the staring contest?
Before I could ask anyone what the big deal was, my system popped up again, flashing a new message right in front of my face.
[Quest Updated!]
"Wait—updated? I didn't finish it already?" I muttered, reading the message with a sinking feeling in my gut.
[The Path of the Liberator: Part 2! For decades, the slaves of Tatooine have whispered about an ancient prophecy. They speak of a liberator—a warrior clad in black armor who will march alone into the desert without supplies, face a Krayt dragon in single combat, and emerge victorious! This mysterious figure would then rise up against the Hutts, freeing every slave on Tatooine and sparking the revolution!]
I blinked dumbly at the screen. "Uh…what?"
No way. Was this seriously happening because someone had recorded my fight out there? It had barely been an hour! How in the actual fuck had news spread across Mos Espa this fast?
Before I could fully process the situation, two shady-looking thugs pushed their way through the crowd and pointed blasters directly at me.
"You there!" one shouted, his voice gruff and demanding. "Jabba the Hutt wants to see you—immediately!"
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Comments
Artemis
In this chapter: Silas forgets he owns a flying motorcycle.
Jeffrey Rubin
Silas and Missy: I’m halping! Multiple bodies in the background:……. Silas and Missy: Ignore them
Chase Garcia
Well, Free the slave's my man
Nicholas
Love it. More please, there is not enough of this story.
WhatAFungi
Lmao! Vista just merc-ed a sentient being and doesn’t even care. She’s so racist XD. Maybe it’s just the prequel bias, but I find Anakin to be a whiney loser. And I find myself hoping that they leave him in the sand. Thanks for the chapter!
Ototsu_Yume
I can totally see him doing the same as Missy, complete with "oops" once he fries Jabba. Thanks for the chapter.
