Brocmil froze as he looked over at the still open datapad that sat on the control panel near him.
Stars that was today. And if he didn't act soon, his window of thanks for the man stepped in and raised him was going to disappear thanks to the time difference.
"T-9 take over the ship, and keep us going. I'll be back."
The astrodroid beeped and booped back a reply as Brocmil left the room and went over to the holocom. The ship was still quite, the teen aboard was probably still knocked out somewhere, perhaps sleeping on a pile of ration bars and broken droid parts. He was an odd one, but he was still pretty good.
After punching in the number, Brocmil waited patiently as the call went through and finally reached the intended speaker. A older man appeared looking a bit tired but smiling as the shouts of younger kids echoed in the background.
"Ahh Brocmil, there you are." the man smiled as he opened his arms in greeting only to have one of his grand daughters throw a extra large beaded necklace over his head. "Ohh, why thank you girls but give me a moment." he smiled as he turned and scooted the kids off before looking back at the holo.
"Sorry about that. The kids are over. Kind of wish you were here, but its good to hear from you." the graying man said as he smiled at Brocmil making the hunter in turn smile as well.
"Sorry, kind of on the other side of the galaxy." he winced though the older man smiled and shoke his head.
"It doesn't matter, though I do think you do need to introduce me to your friend back there." he smiled though Brocmil frowned and looked around confused only to spot Goa looking up at him before looking back at the man who had raised him.
"Uhh... this is Goa." Brocmil said as he tried to smile though between the small staring contest between the two. Surely the kid had to stare people down even if they were on the holo. “He’s kind of been staying with me for awhile.” he muttered a bit unsure. “Goa this is Joffery, he raised me when I was a kid.” he explained though it was hard to get a read on this kid.
Those eyes looked up at him and then wandered over to Joffery and back before he slipped off without a word said.
Brocmil winced looking back at his ‘father’ “Sorry about that, he’s still adjusting.”
“Hey its alright, at least he listens to you.”
“Yeah but not all the time.”
“Brocmil, its alright I kind of remember when I first had to deal with a young man who looked just as lost and scared when his mother had to go off to help people across the galaxy.” Joffery said with a soft smile “He would stare at me as if he was wanting something before hiding behind his mother or his friend. And then after awhile he just clung to me like glue.” he added.
“I wasn’t that bad was I?”
The older man chuckled. “Just a tad bit, but you came around after about a month or so. “ his smile came back as he beamed at Brocmil. “I’m just saying give the kid some time before you know it he’ll be stuck onto you too.”
Brocmil couldn’t help but smile some as he shifted foot to foot. “Thanks, I kind of needed that.”
“Don’t worry about it, though what would make it better was if I knew when you’ll be in so we meet up again. We’ll get the family back together all the kids and grandkids and have a party. And Goa will be invited too no ifs ands or buts about it. “
Brocmil winced but nodded his head. “Thats probably not a good idea but okay, we are a bit overdue on having a family get together. I can’t wait to see what kind of stories Marsh has from his travels.”
Fane would be living with his father and have his memory mosty in tact after the accident. He would be paraplegic still, but he would be living a happy life with his father and playing sports. His best friend is still Charlee.
Brocmil would retire from bounty hunting and fight for custody for a young Goa after stumbling upon him during a hunt, turns out the dude he was after was dealing with human trafficking. Brocmil eventually remarries and wants nothing more.
Goa would of ended up in a human trafficking ring for some time before he and the others were ‘freed’. But he goes on to live a happy childhood with Brocmil and learns sign language. He’s happy in his relationship with Kennith.
Kennith faces turmoil at home before leaving for college which leaves everything on a sour note. He meets Goa and ends up leaving the old friends he had behind after realizing how he acted before was wrong. Him and Goa are happy and Kennith is trying to reach out to his family.
Reingin is ‘adopted’ by a questionable man, but has everything he could ever want if he keeps him happy. He doesn’t want to know the truth and only wants to make sure that nothing bad happens. But after making friend with Hoys, he starts to want his own freedom.
Vehini, the asshole that makes sure that everyone knows that he’s an asshole. With a wealthy background and a free ride to university he makes sure that people know him and that they can’t touch him.
Kekssan grows up thinking he’s an only child in a rundown home to a single mother. He learns from a young age that he can’t trust his own mother and stays away from her when he becomes successful. During college though he ends up bumping into his older brother.
Veint ends up abandoned by his mother when he was young and gets tooken in by some kind strangers. He grows up soft spoken and wary of people but helps out others in the neighborhood when he can. He bumps into his younger brother and is thrown into confusion and hurt by it.
Kin went to boarding school for most of his life and is rather happy go lucky about things. He happens to make friends with all sorts of people inducing questionable ones. He’s off enjoying life while trying to be helpful to others.
Fekes spends most of his life is spent in close servitude to a large gang and if given freedom when an undercover cop pulls him out of it. A trouble maker Fekes struggles to find his place in the world all while giving adults around him a hard time.
Doc Sawbones ‘ Aliree ‘ they make their way through the orphanage system wanting to help others. They struggle in college unable to fit the ridged rules established. They befriend Mixurn and ends up working on prototypes for prosthesis.
Mixurn would grow up on a farm and lose his leg in a tractor accident when he was young. Yet he and his family move to the city once the farm is bought out and they work odd jobs to make it through. Eventually he gets a job as a mail carrier at a campus and befriends Doc who takes up helping him with his prosthesis.
Jun joins the military and travels the world, a one night stand abroad leave him with a child he’ll never know of. He lives with his wife and daughter without much worry about the past. Jun retires from the military but continues to work for the government.
Novin gets through life as a normal as he can, he works as a truck driver and is constantly on the move. He has his share of fights and troubles while driving but he has plans on marrying a certain woman who caused him to sit still for a while.
Charon a stickler for following rules and orders he finds life in the military good and worth while. To him it helps him keep the black and white mentality he has in tact.
Brocmil would be the one to throw a huge Thanksgiving meal in a safe area of town while also making sure that there were tables and tables of food available for them all.
"Bloody nerf herder!" the younger member panted as he was still trying to catch his breath.
The target was a Cerean who had given them a wild bog rat chase through the lower level of Nar Shaddaa before ending up at a dead end. At first they simply had a question for the other, but when Brocmil found him to be worth some credits the chase started and took off through the crowded streets. Both the hunter and his partner were unsure how long they gave chase but Lady Luck was on their side when their quarry pan into a dead end. Now all three of them were panting, but the Cerean seemed to regain his breathing after a few short moments.
"Do you even know who posted that hit?" he asked though Goa, tired and annoyed snapped.
"Who gives a damn about that," the Cerean frowned but Brocmil agreed with his younger partner.
"Look it's not my fault you pissed someone off now make your choice, we either do this the easy way. Or the hard way."
"I will not allow myself to be tooken in."
"Fine by me," Goa huffed as he moved forward enough to threaten the other as Brocmil shrugged and readied his carbonite brace. It would of been ready it he hadn't slammed his arm into a building while giving chase and throw the settings off. But in those few moments that he looked down at his wrist and away from Goa something solid smacked into his chest plate knocking him down and causing his head to slam against the floor.
The hit was enough to cause stars to appear in his sight, they wobbled here and there but he could still see Goa shooting up and charging that the Cerean. Something wasn't right about what had happened, and with his head spinning he couldn't place it.
Goa charged at the Cerean and yet his punches never did to hit the alien and if they did they didn't knock him down. Come to mention it there were more than one Cerean that Goa was trying to fight. Each punch missed despite it making contact with what looked like the real Cerean. Panting heavily and unsure which Cerean was the real one Goa stopped swinging and looked around worried until a wave of calmness rushed over him.
"You're too tired to keep fighting, your simply going to let me go."
"I'm too tired-" Goa started to say before grasping his head and shaking it as if in pain. A concern look crossed the Cerean's face and he reached out to Goa and touched him lightly on the shoulder causing the other to crumble to the floor.
"GOA!" the Cerean turned his attention to Brocmil and frowned shaking his head.
Borcmil had seen Jedi before, and while he cursed at himself for not noticing it sooner he kept his blaster trained on the Jedi who only shoke his head. "Go on get." he snapped and he circled about to the teens side watching the Jedi slowly back away from him.
"You should be ashamed of yourself. Go take him somewhere safe to wake up and consider yourself lucky." The Cerean Jedi said as he left Brocmil standing over Goa protectively.
Brocmil stood there watching the Jedi as he took his leave. He was still angry at himself for putting Goa at risk of a Jedi, but that anger faded slightly as a groan came from below him.
"Wha' 'appen?"
A smile crossed the old hunter's face as he looked down at the drowsy looking teen who looked up at him confused.
"A bad hunt, don't worry he's gone." Giving a sigh he steeped back and hosteled his blaster before offering a hand to pull the teen up. "We'll let him be someone else problem. For now lets focus on finding a taxi."
Agent vrs Agent was always a dreaded mission. Two brains working against each other, each one feeling the other out while planning the demise of the other.
Kennith never thought that he was ever going to face off against Goa in a life and death situation. If there was anything that Kennith learned during training about his partner was that Goa fell into bouts of paranoia when his cybernetics went out.
Last time it had happened Kennith had been forced to walk for miles on end with Goa pointing a blaster at him though the jungle. This time though they were in Goa's apartment and he still had a blaster.
The only difference was the fact that Goa was more than happy keeping himself locked up in a small room rather than being in out in the open spaces of the living room or bedroom. There was also the small fact that Goa admitted that he needed to get professional help with his cybernetics.
Kennith tapped his fingers on the table as he tried to think. Goa was still in the closet but Kennith still had access to their equipment. Which included the sleep darts that Goa often used on bystanders. The idea was enough to make Kennith grin though it faltered when it came to just how he was going to get close enough to dart the other without getting shot. There was a smoke bomb and flash bang that could be used but both being tossed at Goa would draw attention and blaster bolts.
Walking over to the safe boxes and unlocking them Kennith dug around their equipment. It wasn't hard to get the sleep darts and their band on. Though when he found the pellets he bit his lip and grabbed both just in case.
Kennith messed with the configuration of the darts and tried to plan it all out before he attempted to do anything. First he would throw a few smoke pellets at the door as a cover. Then remotely he would open the closet door from the safety of a nice armor covered fort made from the kitchen table and hope that Goa would move out from the closet so he could dart him.
Ducking behind the armor covered table Kennith tossed a few of the smoke pellets over to the closet and hit the remote to open the closet door. As expected Goa took the bait though not without a few blaster bolts being fired which made Kennith thankful he had worn his gear and that the table was covered with extra armor.Tossing a few more smoke pellets Kennith muttered a quick sorry as he fired the sleep darts. When the darts struck Goa, the other cursed out loud though his words started to slow and eventually stop as he collapsed to the ground in a safe pile.
Peaking up over the kitchen table Kennith sighed in relief and walked over checking on Goa. As Kennith expected, Goa's little illusions fell apart when he was put to sleep, his face was a bit sharper and the angles were more pronounced but nothing too extreme. Lifting him up and dragging him slightly to the sofa Kennith tried to think the rest of his plan through.
"Stars I hope that you stay out until we get back from the cybernetics. " he muttered before shaking his head and going back to the bed room to grab a long coat and a bandana to help cover Goa up.
It took Kennith a few tries to get Goa fully on his back and not dragging on the floor in anyway. But as he grabbed their faked datapad a loud knocking on the door echoed through the apartment.
"I know you're home open up!" Kennith froze confused and uncertain of what was just going on. The voice didn't sound familiar and with Goa knocked out he was left to figure it out on his own. Hitting the view consul the holo brought up their guest in a shade of blues.
A bounty hunter, he was standing at the door with a blaster out while using his helmet to knock on the door. Cursing his luck Kennith draped Goa on the sofa taking out his own pistol. As much as he hated killing, he was willing to do so to protect the both of them. Walking up to the door he looked at the holo as the hunter pounded on the door once again before taking a step back as if to shoot the consul to open it.
Before the hunter could shoot though, Kennith opened the door and grabbed the hunter pulling him inside and pinned him against the wall. Needless to say the hunter was surprised, though not for the reasons that he was expecting.
"Frick, your not Goa!" he shouted only to go still when he noticed the blaster Kennith had aimed at him.
The hunter didn't put up a struggle aside from him trying to get his hands in the air and dropping his things.
"My-" he started to say only to be irrupted by Kennith.
"Why are you looking for Goa?" he asked making sure to keep the other pinned tightly.
He seemed to be human though much older, at least older than Kennith himself.
"Just, we were just gonna meet up. Talk shop, go drinking stuff like that. His last transmission said that this was his location. He must of moved out or something, so it's my bad."
Kennith frowned as he listened to the man before him. Goa hardly gave his name out to people. "How do you know him?" he asked loosening his grip on the other slightly.
"How I know him?" the man repeated noticing that Kennith loosen his hold on him. "I saved his butt back on Tatooine, he worked with me for some time before taking off."
Kennith figured that he was taking a gamble but he released the hunter from the wall and stepped back lowering his weapon. "You're the hunter he worked under before joining the academy?"
This time the hunter frowned but nodded his head. "Why you know him?" He was starting to get defensive but Kennith relaxed and nodded his head.
"You must be Brocmil then," Brocmil nodded his head as he reached down to grab his stuff. "Goa's here. But he's kind of knocked out." Kennith said with a small wince as he pointed at the sofa where Goa was still sleeping at.
Brocmil paused for a moment as he looked at Goa before looking at Kennith who gave a small smile. "We we're just about to leave for the doctor. If you can help that would be wonderful." Kennith said as he walked back over to Goa and pulled him up.
Meanwhile Brocmil remained watching Kennith as he grabbed Goa and moved over to the door with him.
"Maybe I should be the one asking questions." Brocmil said as he went to block the doorway to keep Kennith from stepping out from the place. The remaining agent tossed Brocmil a confused look before it suddenly hit him on how this all appeared.
"Oh, I'm a friend. Trust me, we live here together." Kennith said unable to stop a blush as he knew that he was only suppose to stay for a few days. Yet the older male's glare was enough to make Kennith shift uneasily. "Look, I know it doesn't look good. But trust me, besides I know his little secrete. You know the one regarding what he is." he hinted as he watched Brocmil's glare soften before giving way.
"Fine, but I'm keeping an eye on you." Kennith couldn't help but chuckle at the comment as he nodded his head.
"I'm sure you will, but lets get him fixed up before I have to put him back to sleep again." The idea wasn't the best in Kennith's mind but with some help from Brocmil they managed to get the sleeping hybrid into a air speeder and took off to the medical ward of their planet.
A toast to Brocmil for raising a very lost and scared Goa and being patient enough to know that while the physical wounds were healed that the emotional ones and the mental ones would need time.
To all those nights of making sure that the pantry was stocked with healthy snacks and new things that Goa could hoard until he learned that food wasn't going to be scarce or that he didn't guard it.
To using your saved credits for cybernetic hearing aids instead for new guns for the ship.
To giving him time and space, even if he didn't want it, to figure himself out. And to never questioning his enjoyment of zoos and parks and dislike of malls and other crowded shopping spaces.
The only thing you could of done differently was to not take him to a strip club as a treat because it was a one year celebration on his second chance of life.
