Name and Soul
{Attention unidentified fighter you are entering Lothal’s air space. State your business!} {This is Fenn Rau of the Protectors and my business is my own. Unless you want to take it up with my superiors back on Mandalore be my guess.} Lieutenant Evans turned to his superior. “Sir, the scans confirm he is from Mandalore. Should we contact his superiors sense he won’t state his business?”
Admiral Konstantine turned pale, he knew the Mandalorians were not one to be trifled with. “Ehh, No Lieutenant let him through but tell him he will greeted by Minister Tua.” {Captain Rau you have permission to land. Proceed to bay fifteen in the capital station you’ll be greeted by a local official.} {Very well then. Rau out.}
Rau sighed in frustration, he was hoping to have some privacy. When an encrypted message was sent out to the members Cuy`val Dar he was asked by the senior members to check it out. The message was vague, it only said to come to Lothal and talk to Old Jho. He would have to play it safe and see what this Old Jho wanted.
“Ahh, Captain Rau, I am Minister Tua. It is an honor to meet you. Let me be the first to say Welcome to Lothal.” The Minister was lean woman with tan skin and blond hair. She looked like a decent person, but Rau hoped Tua wouldn’t be accompanying him too long. “Yes, thank you Minister you as well. I’m sorry to be a bother but could you tell me where I can find an Old Jho?” Tua seemed to perk up in recognition.
“Oh yes, Old Jho is the owner of a cantina in Jhothal. Its only few hours away.” Well this won’t take long as he thought it would. “And about being a bother its no trouble. We Lothalians are a people of community and hospitality. I’ll provide you with a speeder and let the other officials you are a servant of the Empire. This way we’ll stay out of your hair.” Ah, she’s one of those. “Thank you Minister I’ll be on my way now.”
Old Jho’s Pit Stop remined Rau of the clone run cantinas. Especially with a gunship nose and pair LAAT/I wings mounted above the entrance. Approaching the bar, he cleared his throat to get the Ithorian’s attention.
“Afraid we don’t have any Mando brews if that’s what you’re looking for? Names Jho I own this lovely abode.” “Unfortunately, no. I’m Fenn Rau and I would like to know how you got hold of our secure channel?” Old Jho hands him a bowl of tea. “A dear friend of mine was one of your commandos. Gave me your lots frequency in case we got desperate.” Rau snorted into his tea. “Let me guess you got desperate.”
“Not in the ways your thinking but we have a bit of a life or death situation.” “I don’t know how much I can help but if it involves one the Vod I’m in.” Rau was curious over this supposed life and death situation. From what he's seen of Lothal it shouldn’t be that bad. As long if it doesn’t involve Saxon or the Empire he was pretty much game. “The Sumars can explain better then I could. Their farm is not that far from here.” Gulping his tea down, Rau paid the bartender and made his way to the Sumar’s farm.
Lothal was an odd place, the culture seemed to be almost nonexistent, it was bit unsettling. It seems the Empire has its hooks hear too. Maybe the commando wants to desert and needs off this rock? The lack of information was giving him headache.
True to Old Jho’s word the farm was not that far. Walking up to the homestead he was greeted by woman. “Hello, you must be Fenn Rau? I’m Marida Sumar, Jho said you would be here soon. Please come inside, my husband and I will explain everything.” Entering the homestead Rau was introduced to Morad Sumar.
“Sumar I would like to know how you got hold the Cuy`val Dar frequency, what exactly is this life or death scenario?” The two Lothalians were guiltily wringing their hands together. Morad cleared his throat. “Our friend Mira married a clone commando during the clone wars, he helped our planet when the Republic ignored our pleads. When the Republic turned to the Empire, they decided to speak out, which it will be three years ago.” “If your asking me to break the-” Rau was cut off by a frantic Marida “No! No! No! That’s not what were asking for. You see they had a son called Ezra and recently we found out that Tseebo another friend wasn’t taking care him like he promised.”
Rau had unsettling suspicion on where this was going. “And how recently did you find out?” “You have to understand, we have our employees entire lively hoo-” Rau interrupted Morad with a growl. “Where is he?” “I-In an abandon communication tower, outside of the capital.”
Don't know where I'm going with this. Like always I'm just experimenting with one-shots or experimental chapters to improve. One day I'll reorganize and make sense of my garble mess.
