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Star Wars: Destiny’s Choice
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Chapter summary: Beka's team lands on Tatooine, where she reunites awkwardly with her old band, the Ribbon Singers. Jetto and Gruno free the Bad Batch prisoners. Meeting a little droid on the way.
Warning: provocative dancing, tasers
Word count: 5099
Rating: 18+
Extra: alternate universe story
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Chapter 15
As the team's transport touched down on Tatooine's unforgiving surface, Beka's frustration simmered beneath the surface like a dormant volcano. With each step onto the dusty plains, her boots stirred up clouds of sand, the grains clinging stubbornly to her worn new attire. Beka sighed as she glanced down at the skimpy, provocative outfit she had been reluctantly persuaded to wear for their mission. With a resigned shrug, she adjusted the revealing garment, the fabric clinging to her curves as she prepared herself for the challenges that lay ahead. Though she couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness. The relentless twin suns beat down upon the team, their scorching rays sapping what little energy remained in the weary team.
"Why must it always fall upon my shoulders to play the role of entertainment?" Her words hung in the air, a lamentation of her fate as she braced herself for the trials that awaited in Jabba's Palace.
"Look, sing some songs. Gruno and Jetto will break out the Bad Batch, Valree and Seneca on lookout, and I'm just playing your new manager, okay?" Jazzori's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, her tone a mix of urgency and determination as she outlined the plan.
"Does the outfit have to be like this?" Beka's voice wavered slightly, her eyes narrowing in discomfort as she surveyed the revealing ensemble. The thought of parading around in such attire filled her with a sense of unease, her fingers instinctively tugging at the edges in a futile attempt to cover more skin.
"The Hutts have particular tastes in the outfits females wear," Jazzori's words hung heavily in the air, a somber reminder of the unsavory nature of their mission. Her discomfort was palpable, her usual confident demeanor faltering in the face of the grim reality they were about to confront.
"Great," Beka muttered under her breath, her jaw clenched in frustration as she reluctantly slid on her mask over her face, the cool touch of the synthetic material a stark contrast to the heat of her rising anxiety. With a deep breath, she forced herself to push aside her reservations.
"Don't think about it too much," Jazzori's words of reassurance did little to ease Beka's nerves as they approached the entrance to the establishment. The pulsating lights and deafening music assaulted her senses, a cacophony of sights and sounds that threatened to overwhelm her.
As Jazzori rapped sharply on the imposing metal door of Jabba's Palace, a low mechanical hum signaled the emergence of a massive mechanical eye, its gaze fixated on the visitors before it. With a voice that rumbled like distant thunder, it demanded to know their identity and their purpose for seeking entry into the domain of the mighty crime lord. Sweat beading on their brows, Jazzori took a deep breath, steeling herself to deliver the carefully crafted response that would determine their fate within the palace's walls. "I'm Jazzori Dalear," Jazzori announced confidently, her voice ringing out in the stillness of the desert night. "I have the entertainment for tonight, none other than the esteemed lead singer of the Ribbon Singers herself." The mechanical eye blinked once, its gaze shifting to the rest of the party gathered behind Jazzori. "They are security, remember the last incident?" she added, her words a subtle reminder of the consequences of denying entry to those under her protection.
The eye blinked again, its scrutiny lingering for a moment longer before retracting into the darkness of the door's frame.
"That's it?" Jetto's voice cut through the tension, his skepticism evident as he exchanged a glance with the rest of the group.
But before anyone could respond, the massive doors began to slide open, revealing the dimly lit interior of Jabba's Palace beyond. With a sense of relief, Jazzori gestured for the others to follow as they stepped forward.
As they stepped inside, Beka's eyes widened in alarm, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the scene before her. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and spice, the crowded dance floor a swirling mass of bodies lost in a hedonistic frenzy. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Beka realized that their mission was about to take a dangerous turn, the stakes higher than she had ever imagined.
"Oh hell," Beka exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.
"What?!" Jazzori's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes widening in alarm as Beka pointed towards the stage, her expression a mix of disbelief and incredulity. They both stared in stunned silence at the group performing, the garish banner above proclaiming them as "The Ribbon Singers."
"Your old band?" Seneca whispered, her voice barely audible over the ambient sounds of Jabba's Palace. The question hung in the air, echoing the curiosity that lingered in the minds of the group as they navigated the unfamiliar surroundings. Beka's expression harden slightly at the mention of her past, memories of her former life resurfacing in the dim light of the palace's corridors.
"Just blend in for now," Jazzori's words were strained, her voice tight with tension as she fought to maintain his composure in the face of the unexpected turn of events.
"I'm going to get a drink," Beka groaned, her frustration evident in the set of her shoulders as she turned towards the bar, determined to find solace in the comforting embrace of alcohol. As Beka made her way through the throngs of revelers, her eyes caught sight of a group of citizens surrounding a droid, their angry voices echoing through the crowded room.
"Messing up my drink, droid!" yelled one of them, his face contorted with rage as he hurled his glass, shattering it and sending liquid splattering across the room. It was one of those old R5- series astromech droid. The droid beeped in fear, its mechanical movements betraying a sense of unease as it struggled to appease its irate customer. The scene unfolded before them like a twisted tableau.
"Hey, leave the little guy alone," Beka's voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a blade, her tone firm and commanding as she stepped forward to confront the unruly citizens.
"Why should we?!" one of them retorted, his voice dripping with defiance as he squared off against Beka, his gaze challenging her authority.
"You will get new drinks and leave the droid alone," Beka's words were measured, her voice taking on a hypnotic quality as she slowly waved her hand in front of their faces, her Jedi mind trick subtly influencing their thoughts.
"We will leave the droid alone and get new drinks," the citizen muttered in a daze, his resistance crumbling under the weight of Beka's persuasive influence.
"Are you okay?" Beka's concern was genuine as she turned to the droid, its beeps of gratitude echoing through the crowded room.
With a sigh of relief, Beka made her way to the bar, her senses on high alert as she scanned the room for any signs of danger. As Jetto and Gruno worked quietly in the shadows, their movements deliberate and precise, they exchanged hushed words as they focused on the task at hand. As the duo approached the cell, Gruno nodded towards the lockpad, a silent signal to Jetto to begin their hacking attempt. Jetto inserted the device into the lock mechanism, his fingers flying over the interface as he accessed the palace's security protocols.
"You got the lock?" Gruno whispered, his voice barely audible over the ambient noise of the palace.
Jetto nodded, his hands deftly manipulating the lock mechanism. With quiet determination, he concentrated on the task before him.
Inside the cell, the members of the Bad Batch and Captain Rex, a former 501st clone, watched with bated breath, their hopes pinned on Jetto and Gruno's expertise. Omega hovered nearby, her gaze flitting between the lock and her comrades, silently urging them on with a prayer for a successful outcome.
"Think they'll get us out?" Rex murmured to his companions, his tone a mix of hope and uncertainty.
"They better," Wrecker grumbled, his massive frame barely contained within the confines of the cell. "I'm getting tired of sitting around in here."
As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the air grew palpable, each passing second feeling like an eternity to those trapped within the cell. But despite the uncertainty of their situation, Jetto and Gruno's abilities unwavering as they worked on hacking the lock pad without causing too much attention to themselves.
Whilst Beka nursed her drink, a green devaronian approached her, his familiar face a welcome sight amidst the chaos of their mission.
"Beka?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Beka's eyes widened beneath her mask as she recognized the newcomer. "Gil," she said, her surprise evident in her tone as she struggled to mask her emotions.
"You've been gone for several rotations. I thought well, since Finis is gone you would be..." Gil's words trailed off, his expression a mix of relief and concern as he struggled to find the right words.
"Who's that?" Hunter's voice, tinged with jealousy, echoed from his cell as Gruno and Jetto worked tirelessly to break the lock, Valree standing by to lend her support.
"That would be Gil Renda," Valree sighed, her voice heavy with resignation. "One of Beka's old bandmates."
"Someone is jealous," Jetto's teasing remark drew a chuckle. Hunter rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of embarrassment in his expression.
"I just sense she's not comfortable," he retorted, trying to play off his earlier jealousy.
Omega grinned mischievously, nudging Hunter playfully. "Don't worry, Hunter. I know you're just protective of Beka," she said, her tone teasing yet affectionate.
Crosshair snorted, unable to resist adding his own jab. "Protective? More like possessive," he remarked, earning an angry shove from Hunter in response.
"I am not." Hunter objected as he stared down Crosshair.
"Ha he is! Uh what is he jealous of?" Wrecker not following along.
"And they must be..." Echo's curiosity was piqued, his tone reflective as he gestured towards the other band members on stage, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place in his mind.
"It's her old band," Valree began, her tone nostalgic yet tinged with tension. "I worked security for them one night, so I know the members well. First, there's the Bith, Gavid Ardel. Then you know of Gil Renda, the smooth-talking devaronian. He always had a soft spot for Beka, much to the dismay of Lina Harik, the Twi'lek backup singer. She was bumped to backup singer due to Beka, and always wanted Gil's affection. Lina hated Beka ever since. And let's not forget the electrifying Iktotchi cousins, Corr and Cran Agow."
As Valree spoke, the tension in the room seemed to thicken, each name and connection adding another layer to the already complex tapestry of Beka's past. Both teams listened intently, their expressions ranging from surprise to understanding as they absorbed the information.
Tech raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like quite the drama," he remarked, a hint of amusement coloring his tone.
Wrecker grunted in agreement. "Yeah, I wouldn't want to be caught in the middle of that."
Echo's expression was thoughtful as he processed the revelations. "It explains a lot," he murmured, his gaze flicking towards Beka, who stood nearby, her features drawn tight with tension. Echo furrowed his brow in thought, his gaze fixed on the stage where the members of Beka's former band performed. "So that's her old band," he mused, his voice barely above a whisper as he connected the dots. "No wonder Beka seems so familiar with them."
"So Beka doesn't like him?" Hunter asked with a hint of relief, his gaze darting towards Beka for confirmation.
"Could you be more jealous," Crosshair smirked, his tone teasing as he nudged Hunter playfully.
"So, she's not part of the band anymore," Omega chimed in, her curiosity getting the better of her as she sought to piece together the puzzle of Beka's past.
Valree nodded in agreement, her expression somber as she considered the implications of their conversation. "Yes, though they probably don't see it that way," she mused, her words carrying a weight of resignation as she reflected on the complexities. The tangled web of relationships and rivalries that defined Beka's former life.
Rex, meanwhile, could only groan in exasperation as he watched the members of the Bad Batch become increasingly invested in the petty celebrity drama unfolding before them. Rolling his eyes, he muttered under his breath, "Kids these days, always getting caught up in nonsense."
Meanwhile, at the bar, Gil's playful smirk lit up his features as he turned to Beka, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he extended the invitation. "How about a song, a duet for old times' sake?" his words carried a hint of nostalgia, the memories of their shared past echoing in the dimly lit atmosphere of Jabba's Palace.
"No thanks," Beka replied politely, her tone firm but courteous as she declined the offer.
Gil's smirk widened, his confidence unshaken as he snapped his fingers, the sound echoing through the crowded palace. Instantly, music filled the air, its pulsating rhythm drawing everyone's attention as Gil took Beka's hand and pulled her into the center of the room. With practiced ease, he began to move to the beat, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony as they danced across the floor. Beka hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
"Beka, play along," Jazzori's command in Beka's earpiece was terse, her voice leaving no room for argument as she watched the scene unfold with a mixture of resignation and amusement.
With a roll of her eyes, Beka begrudgingly complied, her movements graceful as she danced and sang alongside Gil. As they danced, Gil's smooth voice joined the music, intertwining with the melody as they performed a duet that captivated the audience. Beka sang along, her voice blending seamlessly with his. But despite her outward participation, there was a distant look in her eyes. The spectacle unfolding before them, Beka remained vigilant, her senses attuned to the dangers lurking in the shadows. With every step, every note sung, she maintained her facade, her movements betraying nothing of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. The familiar melodies of their former band echoed through the halls of Jabba's Palace, drawing the attention of all who watched.
Hunter's jealousy simmered beneath the surface, his eyes narrowing as he watched the spectacle unfold from his cell, his frustration palpable.
"Hey, Hunter, you okay?" Seneca's voice broke through his reverie, her concern evident as she glanced over at him.
Hunter grunted in response, his jaw clenched tightly as he continued to observe Beka and Gil. He nodded curtly, though his angry gaze remained fixed on Gil. "Just fine," he muttered, his tone terse.
Valree approached Hunter's cell, sensing the tension in the air, her expression thoughtful. "It's just a distraction," Valree assured, her voice calm and reassuring.
Meanwhile, Jetto and Gruno continued their meticulous work, their movements swift and precise as they huddled in the shadows, focused on the task at hand. With practiced ease, Jetto produced a small device from his belt, its sleek design hinting at its sophisticated capabilities. Gruno kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, his senses attuned to any signs of approaching danger. His muscles tensed with anticipation, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice should their presence be detected.
Rex watched them closely, his brow furrowed with concern as he assessed the situation.
"Are we going to be okay?" Omega asked, her voice tinged with worry as she glanced at Rex for reassurance.
Rex nodded, though his expression was grim. "We'll be okay. They're our best shot," he replied, his tone heavy with resignation.
Echo stepped forward, his voice calm and measured. "Hunter, don't let this get to you. We've got to get out of here first."
Crosshair, typically blunt, added his perspective. "Yeah, don't let your emotions overcome you."
Tech, always the voice of reason, chimed in with his analysis. "Hunter, remember, emotions cloud judgment. Stay sharp."
Even Wrecker, usually the epitome of brute strength, stepped in with a gentle reminder. "Come on, buddy. We'll get out of here soon then you can punch him."
Despite their words of encouragement, Hunter's frustration continued to simmer beneath the surface, his gaze fixed on Beka and Gil with a mixture of longing and resentment.
As the tension in the room continued to mount, Seneca cast a sympathetic glance towards Hunter. "Hunter, she told me she only carries feelings for you" she murmured softly, her words a silent reminder of the camaraderie that bound them together, even in the face of adversity.
As the duet ended, Jabba's booming voice cut through the air, his command sending a ripple of excitement through the crowd. Without hesitation, Gil pulled Beka onto the stage, her protests falling on deaf ears as she found herself forced into the spotlight once again.
"Listen here, I'm the lead singer now," Lina's voice rang out from the sidelines, her irritation evident as she watched Beka take center stage alongside Gil, her own ambitions thwarted by the unexpected turn of events.
Beka rolled her eyes and leaned in to whisper to Lina, "I have a new manager, and I'm going solo."
"Whatever," Lina replied dismissively, her attention already drifting back to the ongoing performance.
As the music began anew, tensions simmered between Beka and Lina. Beka wanted to avoid trouble, to navigate the treacherous waters of their past without stirring up old animosities. On the other hand, Lina, fueled by resentment and ambition, seemed determined to make her presence known. The music played and the group launched into their song. Unexpectedly the droid from earlier caused a sudden mishap, causing his customer to send an object flying, striking Lina and knocking her unconscious. The abrupt halt in the music caused Jabba's anger to flare, and the crowd's agitation escalated dangerously, threatening to spiral out of control.
With the situation on the brink of chaos, Gruno and Jetto were forced to pause their breakout attempt to quell the rising unrest. Sensing the urgency of the moment, Beka took a deep breath and stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension as she began to sing. Beka's voice, a rich tapestry of melody and emotion, resonated throughout the palace, its power calming the chaos that threatened to consume them. Mesmerized by Beka's performance, they watched in rapt attention as she danced with a seductive grace, her movements captivating even the most hardened of onlookers.
Hunter and the Bad Batch's eyes widened in astonishment at Beka's unexpected display of talent, their admiration evident as they watched from their cell.
As the song reached its crescendo, applause thundered through the room, echoing off the walls of Jabba's Palace. Beka's performance had not only quelled the rising unrest but had also enraptured the audience, drawing their attention away from the ongoing breakout attempt. Amidst the applause, Beka slipped away from the stage, seamlessly blending into the crowd as she made her way back to her team.
With the attention of Jabba and his guests diverted by Beka's performance, Jetto and Gruno seized the opportunity to spring into action, their movements swift and precise as they worked to free the imprisoned Bad Batch from their cell. Finally, with a soft click, the lock gave way under Jetto's expert manipulation. Gruno nodded in approval as the cell door swung open, granting the Bad Batch and Rex their long-awaited freedom. With a silent gesture, Jetto motioned for them to move quickly, their escape now imminent thanks to their stealthy efforts. The Bad Batch and Rex wasted no time in joining the fray. With the chaos of the palace swirling around them, they slipped away into the shadows, their freedom won through a combination of skill, teamwork, and the perfect distraction.
The Bad Batch, Rex, and Beka's team greeted her outside a good distance from Jabba's Palace. With a mixture of awe and gratitude, their eyes alight with admiration as they welcomed each other back into their midst. Hunter's gaze held a sense of respect and appreciation as he approached, his expression softened by a hint of curiosity.
Omega's warm smile greeted Beka with open arms, her joy evident as she rushed forward to embrace her friend. "Beka!" Omega exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine happiness as she enveloped Beka in a tight hug.
"Omega," Beka replied, her own joy mirrored in her smile as she returned the embrace, feeling a sense of warmth. The momentary reunion offered a brief respite from the chaos of their mission, a reminder of the bonds that held them together in the face of adversity.
Beka pulled away and got to her feet as Hunter approached her. Rex leaned into whisper, his voice tinged with curiosity, "So that's the Jedi he likes?" Echo and Crosshair shared a knowing smirk, their amusement evident as they observed the interaction between Hunter and Beka.
Beka's smirk danced mischievously as she locked eyes with Hunter. "I sensed your jealousy," she teased, her tone playful yet knowing.
"I wasn't jealous, I was..." Hunter's protest was cut short by Jetto's snarky interjection.
"He was so jealous," Jetto quipped, earning a nod of agreement from Crosshair.
"Very," Crosshair chimed in, his tone dry with amusement.
Beka's expression softened as she reached out to Hunter, her gaze earnest. "Do you trust me?" she asked, her voice gentle yet firm.
"Yes, but I don't trust those others out there," Hunter replied, his voice betraying a hint of concern as he draped his scarf around Beka's shoulders, the desert night casting a chill over them both.
Beka met Hunter's gaze with unwavering sincerity. She placed her left hand on his cheek "If you trust me, then trust that I only see you," she assured, intertwining her other hand with his in a silent vow of solidarity.
But their attention was quickly diverted as Seneca panicked shout filled the air. "My ship!" she yelled, his eyes widening in horror as he watched a group of Jawas dismantle her beloved vessel with ruthless efficiency.
"I'll buy you another one," Jazzori assured, his voice carrying a note of reassurance as she placed a comforting hand on Seneca's shoulder.
"You traitor!" Lina's voice rang out, her grip tightening on the blaster she brandished menacingly. Everyone turned, weapons armed, the tension palpable in the air.
"Lina, please," Beka began, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and sadness as she tried to defuse the escalating tension.
"You still had to have it all, the spotlight, the guy's affection, everything!" Lina's accusations cut through the air like a knife, her anger fueled by years of resentment and envy.
Beka sighed, her patience wearing thin as she removed her mask, revealing her face to the world. "I didn't want that life, Lina, and you know it," she stated firmly, her eyes meeting Lina's gaze with unwavering resolve, "You can have it now."
"When I placed the bounty on you, I thought surely you were dead!" Lina's confession hung heavy in the air, the weight of her words suffocating in their implications.
"You called the bounty on her?!" Hunter's anger flared, his muscles tensing as he moved to intervene, but Beka held him back with a steady hand on his chest, her touch a silent plea for him to stay calm.
"That and may have spread the word to that Tarkin general or something." Lina smirked, deception and betrayal spread across her face.
"Lina?" Gil's voice, filled with disbelief and disappointment, cut through the tense atmosphere.
"Gil," Lina began as she turned around to face him, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right words amidst the tense atmosphere that enveloped them. She could sense Gil's piercing gaze upon her, his disappointment and anger palpable as he awaited an explanation for her actions. Every word felt heavy on her tongue, weighed down by the gravity of the situation, as she grappled with the consequences of her choices.
"You did this to her? Finis is dead because of you?" Gil's accusation hung in the air like a heavy fog, his voice thick with betrayal as he confronted his former friend. His eyes bore into Lina's, searching for any hint of remorse or justification in her expression, but finding only the cold mask of defiance that she wore like armor.
"No, Gil. I did this for us," Lina countered, her voice laced with desperation as she tried to justify her actions. But Beka knew there was more to the story, her instincts warning her of the danger that lurked beneath Lina's facade.
"Don't even, Hardt. I'll just tell all those bounty hunters who you are; they'll come after you in a heartbeat," Lina threatened, her finger trembling on the trigger of the blaster as she pressed it dangerously close to Beka's face.
"You're outnumbered, and it will not end well for you," Beka warned, her voice calm but firm as she stared down her former bandmate, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. Lina's defiant stance faltered slightly under Beka's unwavering gaze, but she remained resolute, her grip tightening on the blaster in her hand.
"I don't care," Lina spat, her defiance unwavering even in the face of overwhelming odds. Her voice rang out like a challenge, daring anyone to question her resolve.
"Lina, please," Gil pleaded, his hand reaching out in a futile attempt to diffuse the situation. His voice carried a note of desperation, a last-ditch effort to prevent the inevitable clash.
As Gil tried to lower the blaster at Beka, his anger palpable in the air, tension crackled between the former friends, each moment teetering on the edge of violence.
"Gil, think about it. With her gone, you and I can be together at last. We can make money, a powerful duet," Lina's words dripped with honeyed promises, her voice laced with the allure of a tempting proposition.
Gil paused, considering her offer for a fleeting moment before a smile spread across his face. "Kill them," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument as he made his decision.
"This won't end well for you," Rex warned, his voice heavy with foreboding as he braced himself for the impending confrontation.
"Gil?" Beka's shock was evident in her voice, her disbelief mingled with a sense of betrayal as she looked to her former friend for answers.
"You left. As much as I love you, I love a woman who sees money more," Gil smirked, his words cutting through the air like a blade as he revealed his true allegiance. With a swift motion, he drew his own blaster, sealing their fate in the blink of an eye.
The whole team ready for to face off. A sudden surge of electricity crackled through the room, catching everyone off guard. With a sharp jolt, Gil and Lina were both incapacitated, collapsing to the ground in a heap. Beka's eyes widened in surprise as the source of the unexpected intervention revealed itself to be the small droid she had aided earlier. A smile tugged at her lips as she looked down at the diminutive hero. "You?" she exclaimed, her gratitude evident in her tone as she reached out to pat the droid's metallic casing. "Thank you."
"Come on," Hunter urged, his voice cutting through the confusion as he motioned for the team to follow him, the urgency in his tone matching the gravity of their situation. With each step, the weight of their mission pressed down on them like a heavy burden, propelling them forward even as uncertainty gnawed at their resolve.
With the little droid in tow, they hurried towards the Marauder, their footsteps echoing through the silent halls of Jabba's Palace. The dim lighting cast long shadows that danced along the walls, adding an eerie atmosphere to their hasty retreat. But before they could board the ship, Beka's intuition nagged at her, urging her to pause and turn back, a nagging feeling that there was something they were overlooking.
"That guy didn't really love you, did he?" Omega asked, her eyes filled with curiosity as she glanced at Beka.
"I didn't like him to begin with," Beka chuckled, shaking her head at the memory of her brief encounter with the man in question.
"Good, because Hunter loves..." Omega's words were cut off as Hunter swiftly covered her mouth, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Beka couldn't help but laugh at the interruption, a warm feeling of affection swelling in her chest as she looked at the playful exchange between Omega and Hunter.
"Rex, why were you here in the first place?" she asked, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected presence of the seasoned clone trooper. The revelation of Obi-Wan Kenobi's rumored presence added another layer of complexity to an already perilous situation, fueling Beka's determination to uncover the truth.
"Rumors of Obi-Wan Kenobi are here," Rex explained, his expression serious as he met Beka's gaze, the weight of years of conflict etched into the lines of his weathered face.
Beka's eyes widened in realization. "I sense he is," she murmured, her mind racing with the implications of their discovery.
As the gravity of the situation settled over them, Hunter moved to protest, his voice tinged with urgency. "No, Beka, please," he pleaded, his gaze locking with hers, a silent plea for her to reconsider.
But Jetto interjected, his words cutting through the tension with a pragmatic clarity. "I hate to start something, but Jabba had a place full of bounty hunters, and we're basically dead meat," he pointed out, his tone tinged with urgency, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked around every corner.
"I'll meet you back on Pabu," Beka assured holding Hunter's hand, her resolve unwavering as she made her decision, her determination shining through despite the uncertainty of their circumstances. With a nod of agreement, the team boarded the Marauder, leaving Beka and Rex behind, their mission clear and their paths diverging as they each embarked on their respective journeys.
The little droid, sensing Beka's determination, opted to stay by her side, and she did not argue, finding comfort in the loyal companionship of her mechanical friend. As the Marauder lifted off into the night sky, Beka and Rex commandeered a few speeders and set off into the desert, their mission clear: to find Obi-Wan Kenobi and uncover the truth behind the rumors that had brought them to Tatooine in the first place.
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This is me if you would pick me up :]
Not like anyone ever will be able to since i weigh the same as a fucking truck.
I'm not a big girl I'm a colossal girl, Jabba the Hutt level, I'm so gross like ew 🤢
Everytime I look in the mirror I expect it to break, shrek style.
If I had to describe my body I would say Jabba the Hutt meets Jon Brower Minnoch.
fandom: i wonder if ezra and thrawn have teamed up and become besties in exile
ezra:
We don’t talk about Leia killing Jabba enough. Her grandmother and father were born into slavery. Her blood was that of the desert sand and the shackles of bondage. Leia was never more a Skywalker than the day she strangled her slave master with the very chains he used to bind her. The daughter of Anakin Skywalker was the one who killed Tatooine’s most notorious slaver, and I find that really beautiful.
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Just realized that the only member of the l4j who has never met Boba Fett is the guy who regularly called himself Jabba the Hutt
well we know exactly WHY they'd meet
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You’re absolutely right.
The only bad guy who won in The Empire Strikes Back was Jabba.