Finally actually wrote something to go along with this art so I can post it! I’m super proud of how this drawing came out, so I felt like I should write a little something to go along with it. Enjoy some Jax being chaos incarnate, and a little bit with the 342nd’s crazy little astromech with an attitude.
Jax followed Nebula into the prison, Blazer and R5 close behind him. Indy and Fuse climbed out of the hole they had cut into the wall after R5, then Nebula replaced the piece of wall to hide their exit. “Good luck,” he whispered to Nebula and his brothers.
“No such thing as luck, Jax,” Nebula replied, grinning.
“Be careful,” Blazer said before he took off with the others, heading toward the prison hold.
Jax glanced down at R5. “Alright, buddy, let’s go cause some mayhem.” The astromech beeped happily in response as they hurried toward the transport’s central power.
Getting to the main power room was easy, but getting in and out would be the hard part. “Remember, no flamethrowers unless you don’t have another choice. You almost melted my armor last time.”
“Kark you, you were in the way!” R5 beeped angrily.
Jax shook his head. “Got the door unlocked?” R5 beeped in confirmation. Jax gave the droid a nod, then the door slid open. Grinning, Jax waltzed into the room, making the B1 droids spin to look. “G’day, metalheads! Or night, can’t really tell which. Anywho, I have a job to do, and you’re in my way,” he said cheerily before opening fire on the droids.
Duck, dodge, fire, dodge, duck, fire, fire again.
The guard droids went down quickly, so Jax turned to look at R5 before placing some explosives on the console. “You done yet?”
“Shut up, I’ll get it when I get it!” The lights went out, triggering the alarm system as the lights flickered back on. “Main power is down!”
“Good, now let’s move!” Jax started to run out the door, but nearly collided with a squad of commando droids. Ugh. Things can never be easy, can they?
“Oh, hello!” Jax said brightly before raising his pistols and blasting two droids’ heads off. He spun, dodging the blaster fire that erupted. “R5, GO!” He shouted, blasting another droid’s head off. A metal fist slammed into Jax’s visor, cracking it. Unable to see now, Jax quickly ripped his helmet off and threw it at a droid, not that it helped much.
A stray blaster bolt hit one of the explosives, so Jax shoved one pistol into its holster, kicked his way through the droids and dove out the door. He flipped head over heels on one hand as flames exploded out the door right behind him. More droids came running, he could hear them. Kark everything.
Back on his feet, Jax took off down the hall. The ship rocked with more explosions, triggered by the first one. He made it to the entry point and crashed into the shuttle.
“Jax is back, GO!”
“Jax!” Blazer was at his side in an instant, helping him sit up. “Jax, are you hurt? Where’s your helmet?”
“No, I’m alright. How many?” He looked up to locate whoever they had rescued.
“Three. Two from the 41st and one who won’t talk yet.”
Jax spotted the battered troopers, two of them huddled against each other and Indy, the third cradled in Fuse’s arms, although he was awake. “Injuries?”
“Nothing life-threatening, thank the Force. Some burns, cuts, and a couple broken bones,” Blazer replied. “Did you set off those explosives, by the way?”
Jax snorted. “Hardly. Commandos busted in on R5 and I, and a stray shot hit one of the explosives.”
Blazer blinked. “You’re lucky you didn’t get singed. Where’s your helmet? You still haven’t answered that.”
“Visor got shattered, so I used it as a weapon,” Jax stated.
“Of course you did,” Blazer huffed and rolled his eyes. “Di’kut.”
