Krayn
The Messenger
“With all due respect Master Jedi…”
“Just Belis…please.” Master Jedi just sounded so damn formal, besides, he was a Knight not a Master. “And I understand your points Sir, but the Council along with the Senate decided that you needed an escort on this mission. Trust me I’m finding it as tedious as yourself.”
“At least you have a sense of humour.” Ben Trask, a colonial billionaire turned Galactic Republic poster boy sat opposite Belis in the rear of the shuttle as it continued its merry path across the clear blue skies of Onderon. “Unlike the last Jedi who was assigned baby sitting duties.”
“Not all of my order are as perfect as me I’m afraid.” Belis gave a wry smirk and leant back into the chair. He had to do this ‘duty’ so he might as well relax while he was doing it. “Comes with all the seriousness of the art I swear.”
Ben gave him a smirk in return before returning them to the datapad in his hands. “Well just remember that when we get to senate halls to let me do my job. I need these talks to be taken seriously by the senate, if not we might as well watch our entire medical supplies dry up.”
Belis had closed his eyes as the business man talked, but hoisted an eye open to reply. “Yeah sounds pretty important.”
“Of course it is important Master…uh…Belis.” Ben seemed offended. “Without the Governmental control of particulars around the demand and supply of Bacta…”
“Sorry to stop you there Mister Trask.” Belis said through a yawn. “I’m not the senate, I don’t give a damn about the thingy-ma-bob or the relegation of whats-a-calls-its. I’m just here to walk you to the door and then back to your ship. Nothing else.”
“Well you should give a damn.” Trask seemed to take it to heart. “It’s people like you who fail the system and to think…A Jedi!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Belis leant forward. “Let me tell you about failing the system…”
There was something wrong.
He had a split second to react, lunging out of his chair and across the form of Ben Trask covering him with his own body as the explosion ripped through the side of the shuttle.
The entire world began to spin, the ship itself plummeting fast enough to cause Belis’ stomach to lurch into his mouth.
Reaching out he grabbed hold of the support railings above him and focused on the man strapped in next to him.
Again there was so little time.
The first sign of landfall was when the ship screamed through the first of the treetops, shuddering violently.
Then with a heavy thud all went dark.
“Just Belis…please.” Master Jedi just sounded so damn formal, besides, he was a Knight not a Master. “And I understand your points Sir, but the Council along with the Senate decided that you needed an escort on this mission. Trust me I’m finding it as tedious as yourself.”
“At least you have a sense of humour.” Ben Trask, a colonial billionaire turned Galactic Republic poster boy sat opposite Belis in the rear of the shuttle as it continued its merry path across the clear blue skies of Onderon. “Unlike the last Jedi who was assigned baby sitting duties.”
“Not all of my order are as perfect as me I’m afraid.” Belis gave a wry smirk and leant back into the chair. He had to do this ‘duty’ so he might as well relax while he was doing it. “Comes with all the seriousness of the art I swear.”
Ben gave him a smirk in return before returning them to the datapad in his hands. “Well just remember that when we get to senate halls to let me do my job. I need these talks to be taken seriously by the senate, if not we might as well watch our entire medical supplies dry up.”
Belis had closed his eyes as the business man talked, but hoisted an eye open to reply. “Yeah sounds pretty important.”
“Of course it is important Master…uh…Belis.” Ben seemed offended. “Without the Governmental control of particulars around the demand and supply of Bacta…”
“Sorry to stop you there Mister Trask.” Belis said through a yawn. “I’m not the senate, I don’t give a damn about the thingy-ma-bob or the relegation of whats-a-calls-its. I’m just here to walk you to the door and then back to your ship. Nothing else.”
“Well you should give a damn.” Trask seemed to take it to heart. “It’s people like you who fail the system and to think…A Jedi!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Belis leant forward. “Let me tell you about failing the system…”
There was something wrong.
He had a split second to react, lunging out of his chair and across the form of Ben Trask covering him with his own body as the explosion ripped through the side of the shuttle.
The entire world began to spin, the ship itself plummeting fast enough to cause Belis’ stomach to lurch into his mouth.
Reaching out he grabbed hold of the support railings above him and focused on the man strapped in next to him.
Again there was so little time.
The first sign of landfall was when the ship screamed through the first of the treetops, shuddering violently.
Then with a heavy thud all went dark.
