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« Reply #30 on: August 28, 2018, 06:42:03 AM »

Kasshyk...    Interesting....   :-)

Its been said by the others: Nicely written and engaging!  Looking forward to more!  :-)
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« Reply #31 on: August 28, 2018, 07:59:48 AM »

Just FYI guys, it is spelled KASHYYYK. 3 Ys.
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« Reply #32 on: August 28, 2018, 09:20:33 AM »

I also reserve the right to post my stories with ridiculous typos, misspellings, and non cannon Star Wars material because I am not an expert on any of it and do not claim to be.

I caught it in prologue after I posted, but as I continue to write, I attempt to keep everything as accurate as possible, including the names of these 100's of fictional planets. Appreciate the pointer, but please keep in mind, it's not on purpose and I don't send these to an editor before I post them.
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« Reply #33 on: August 28, 2018, 10:06:00 AM »

I caught it in prologue after I posted, but as I continue to write, I attempt to keep everything as accurate as possible, including the names of these 100's of fictional planets. Appreciate the pointer, but please keep in mind, it's not on purpose and I don't send these to an editor before I post them.

I noticed you had fixed it in your story, I was mostly pointing it out to Karmack (he's spelled it wrong a couple of times).
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« Reply #34 on: August 28, 2018, 03:11:03 PM »

I noticed you had fixed it in your story, I was mostly pointing it out to Karmack (he's spelled it wrong a couple of times).

LOL   I can't even spell my own name?  How do you think I ended up with "Karmack" instead of "Carrmack"Huh?   ;-)
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« Reply #35 on: August 30, 2018, 08:33:38 AM »

5.

Alone in the cockpit, Zyn sat in quiet reflection on what had happened at Kuat. The entire thing was a setup, but why? What possible gain could be had from setting up a failure of a Jedi for an egregious crime? Thorne was obviously in on it, but Zyn doubted he had the smarts to think it up on his own. Knowing what he did about Wex, the young man likely had no answers, but he decided to try anyway. Unbuckling himself, he climbed down into the cargo hold to find his new companion with his helmet off, tending to his wounds.

“That’s some flying you did there,” Wex grinned as blood dribbled from his nose. A dark bruise was already developing around his left eye and a pair of gashes were open on his lip and eyebrow.

“I got us out of there, didn’t I?” Zyn asked. A laugh erupted from Wex as he tipped his head back to stem the flow.

“Where are we going?”

“Kashyyyk, after a supply stop.”

“You do know that place is under siege right now, right?” Wex pointed out. “The CIS have invaded and set up a blockade. Last I’d heard, Republic forces were headed that way.”

“There’s someone there who needs to answer some questions,” Zyn explained.

“Look, boss, trudging into a war zone to play twenty questions isn’t the best move. Believe me, I’ve seen my fair share of battles, and it’s nothing but chaos. Assuming whoever it is you’re looking for is still alive, it would be like looking for one specific needle in a stack of ten thousand.”

Wex had a point, but if there was one person Zyn knew was capable of surviving in a war zone, it was Seela. Getting down to the planet’s surface would be a challenge all its own, especially in this ship, as neither the Republic nor the Separatists were likely to let him land. That challenge aside, he also knew he couldn’t take Wex to such a place.

“Is there someplace you’d like me to take you?” Zyn asked, to which Wex shook his head.

“I’ve got nowhere else to be,” he answered.

“Seems like we’ve got something on common, then,” Zyn chuckled, earning another laugh from the mercenary. Several moments of uncomfortable silence followed until Wex finally spoke up.

“You said earlier you weren’t a Jedi,” he started, causing Zyn to look up at his companion. “But if you’re not, how were you able to open those doors and why do you have a lightsaber?”

“I’m not sure how I opened the doors,” Zyn answered honestly, not wanting to delve into his history with a perfect stranger. “And the lightsaber is a long story.”

“I don’t think we’re going anywhere for a while,” Wex smiled.

“Tell me what you know about what Omega was doing at the Drive Yards,” Zyn said, changing the subject.

“I just heard we were going to babysit some high roller for the IGB with a specialist coming along at the guy’s request.”

“But you heard it would be a setup, yes?”

“After the initial explosion.”

“Why would anyone want to set me up?” Zyn asked, more to himself than to Wex. “I’m not anyone of importance.”

“You said you weren’t a Jedi, right?” Wex asked, to which Zyn nodded. “Did Thorne know that?”

Thinking on Wex’s question, Zyn couldn’t say for sure whether the mercenary leader knew he wasn’t a Jedi. Likely it was him who had contacted Seela, but did she divulge that information? Either way, he needed to get into contact with his old friend if he wanted any kind of answers.

“Maybe they were trying to make the Jedi look bad,” Wex offered, interrupting Zyn’s thoughts. “You know, sow distrust to turn the Republic against them.”

“As I said, I’m not a Jedi,” Zyn pointed out.

“All that technician saw was a man with a lightsaber.”

Without any other explanation, Zyn had to agree. A lightsaber was the universal sign of the Jedi, and certainly no one knew or cared about their dropouts. If he had to guess, there were hundreds, maybe thousands of failed Jedi over the years, none of whom were known in the least. But who would benefit from running the Jedi name through the mud? Only one group came to mind.

“The Separatists,” Zyn finally said. “They had to be behind this.”

“Makes sense,” Wex nodded. “What do we do?”

“Make a pit stop on Commenor first to gather supplies,” Zyn started, but was quickly interrupted.

“Bad idea,” Wex said while shaking his head. “Speaking as a former member of Omega, I can tell you exactly what they're going to do. First, they'll send a large force to Coruscant to look for you, but smaller detachments will also be sent to the nearby planets.”

“It’ll be easy for us to blend in Commenor,” Zyn explained. “We can be in and out fast.” By the look on his face, Zyn suspected Wex had an argument, but to his surprise, he let it go.

“It’s your ship,” the mercenary resigned. “I’m just along for the ride.” An alert sounding from the cockpit drew Zyn’s attention upward.

Climbing gingerly back into the pilot’s seat while his wound still ached, Zyn checked the alert to see they were coming up on the trading post of Commenor. He agreed with his companion and disliked the idea of stopping so close to Kuat after their escape, but Zyn knew if they would need supplies if they were going to survive. Wex joined him as he brought the ship out of hyperspace, and was immediately hailed on the ship’s comlink.

“Unidentified ship,” a voice crackled. “You are on approach to Commenore. Identify yourself and state your business.” As Zyn reached for the comlink, Wex beat him to it and answered before Zyn could.

“This is Heap I,” Wex told the official while suppressing a laugh. “We've come under attack by pirates near Mawan and wish to land for repairs and to gather supplies.”

Several moments of silence followed while Wex continued to grin foolishly at Zyn. He had to hand it to the young man, he was a quick thinker if nothing else, but given his time in Omega, misleading others likely wasn’t his only skill. Perhaps, Zyn thought, it would be worth it to keep him around a while longer.

Heap I, you are cleared to land in Chasin City,” the official explained. “Docking bay sixty eight.”

"Copy," Wex responded. "Bay sixty eight. Heap I out."

"Well done," Zyn commended his companion. "It seems like you've done this before." Already starting his climb down, Wex stopped and grinned once more.

 "Once or twice." For the first time in a while, Zyn found himself smiling.

Without another word, Wex disappeared below deck to strap himself in as Zyn turned his eyes back through the windscreen. Countless ships were already in orbit around the brown planet, with even more shuttles ferrying people and goods down to its surface. Remembering what the technician from Kuat had told him, he slowed the ship as it began to enter the atmosphere.

"Hope you're buckled in down there," Zyn warned. "This could get a little rough." No answer came back, but Zyn trusted Wex was already secured.

Turning his eyes back to where he was going, the ship began to shake violently. Once again, Zyn pulled back on the throttle, slowing the ship more, but it did nothing to stop the constant buffeting in the rough air current. Several metallic groans sounded, making him wonder about the structural integrity of the ship.

A warning flashed on the display showing another hull panel had come loose. In all likelihood, it was no longer attached to the ship and was probably burning up as it fell from the sky. Zyn could only hope the ship would escape the same fate and safely deliver them to the ground. A loud bang was followed by yet another warning, and once he extinguished the alarm, he was able to hear Wex down below.

"Hey, boss!" the mercenary yelled. "We've got a serious problem down here!" Looking over his shoulder, Zyn saw immediately what Wex was referring to.

A large chunk of the hull was missing, allowing friction flames to enter the cargo hold. More groans sounded as the ship shook harder and Zyn turned back to the instruments. It seemed the entire hologram of the ship was flashing along with multiple warnings and alerts. It was as he feared: they were breaking up. Grabbing the comlink, Zyn quickly sent out a distress signal.

"Mayday, mayday," he started. "This is Heap I, on approach to Chasin City. We've received heavy damage and are coming apart." Silence followed, making him wonder if the ship's communication system had been damaged.

"Heap I, this is Chasin Control, we have a visual," a voice replied. "There is a bounce pad on the edge of the city to the west. Try to hit that if you can."

Checking his instruments, Zyn had no idea which way was west or what a bounce pad even was. He imagined a long stretch of some kind of soft material designed to catch crashing star ships. Knowing his luck probably wasn't that good, he pulled back on the throttle once more, bringing the engines to idle as the ship continued to fall.

"Control, that's not going to happen," Zyn responded. "I'm coming down right on top of bay sixty eight." Another loud bang sounded, but before he could register what it was, the ship began to spin uncontrollably.

"There goes a wing," Wex shouted from below. "Say a prayer to whatever gods you have, boss. We're coming in way too hot."

Shoring up his grip on the stick, Zyn did his best to combat the natural spin of the ship as it fell. Nothing was responding, except the gravity of the planet, pulling them toward what was likely certain death. Closing his eyes, Zyn reached out with the Force once more.

The ship was far beyond anything he had attempted to control before, but he knew he at least had to make an attempt. As he concentrated, he felt the life of the planet below and the fear coming from his companion. Becoming one with the Force was nothing to be afraid of, but the thought of leading Wex to his death after receiving help from him did not sit well in Zyn’s mind.

As the ground grew closer, the Force failed to respond to his commands at all. Frustration rose once again, fueling his anger and leading to another attempt to bend the Force to his will. Rage swelled within him, and before long, he felt a small, nearly insignificant response. Before he could close his concentration around it, however, the ship slammed into the landing pad.

The sound of metal being ripped apart filled Zyn's ears. The impact jarred every bone in his body, but the safety belts of the seat held firm. He was tumbling, his arms and legs fluttering about uncontrollably. As he reached out with the Force once more, he was suddenly stopped as if his seat had snagged on something. The belts dug deep into his flesh as his momentum slowed, only releasing him when he'd stopped completely.

Every bone and muscle in his body was in pain, but from what he could tell, nothing was broken. He carefully unbuckled himself from the seat, and as he slowly got to his feet, he took stock of his surroundings. The ship was reduced to nothing more than a scattered pile of scrap with few pieces even recognizable from their original state. The frame of the ship was there, bent into a twisted mass of metal and wires while no longer supporting any other structure. One key piece of the ship was also missing.

"Wex?" Zyn called out, doubting he would hear a reply.

"Here," a synthetic voice croaked from Zyn's left.

Hurrying over to where he thought the voice came from, he came upon a large piece of the ship's hull. Nothing that looked like his companion was around it, but after another groan sounded, Zyn quickly figured it out. Bending down with pain searing from the blaster injury, he grabbed a hold of the metal and used every ounce of his strength to turn it over.

Wex was on his back, still clad in his black armor, including his helmet, which now had a long, deep scratch across the face. Had he not been wearing it, Zyn feared what little of his friend’s face would remain. Pushing such thoughts out of his head, he let go of the debris, which responded with a loud clatter of its own.

"Nice job," Wex groaned as Zyn helped him to his feet.

"I’m not a pilot," Zyn told him, earning a laugh.

"You’re not a Jedi, you’re not a pilot," Wex teased as they both gingerly walked away from the debris. “What are you then?”

“I wish I knew.”

Walking slowly to the edge of the wreck, Zyn helped lower his friend to the ground before joining him. Together, they surveyed the damage and laughed about how they’d survived against the odds. Before long, rescue crews began to show up and assess the situation, likely looking to Zyn for an explanation of what happened.
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« Reply #36 on: August 30, 2018, 06:11:36 PM »

5.

"You’re not a Jedi, you’re not a pilot," Wex teased as they both gingerly walked away from the debris. “What are you then?”

“I wish I knew.”

Cool little way to end it, so far about the only thing Zyn seems to be is a man on the run - and not doing too well at being that.  The failure to use the force to help him was interesting, compared to how he ripped the doors open the previous chapter - very cantankerous relationship it seems. 
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« Reply #37 on: August 31, 2018, 05:09:46 AM »

so far about the only thing Zyn seems to be is a man on the run - and not doing too well at being that.  The failure to use the force to help him was interesting, compared to how he ripped the doors open the previous chapter - very cantankerous relationship it seems. 

perhaps it partially explains why he is no long a part of the Order  Roll Eyes

cantankerous... good word, have a point for that
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« Reply #38 on: August 31, 2018, 05:50:19 AM »

These guys are either the luckiest or unluckiest pair of guns-for-hire in the known universe!  Well, in the immortal words of Obi-Wan, "Another happy landing."


:-)

Zyn's relationship with the force...   I think the problem is that he keeps trying to command it.  From everything I've read in canon, that's not the way it works.  You have to relax and go with the flow...  Or something like that.

But hey, I could be wrong.  My characters sing songs and wave magic crystals around, so ...   ;-)

Excellent narrative!  I'm coming to like this young Zyn and his buddy Wex.

Though I have to wonder: Wex presented himself initially as a newbie.   But he keeps presenting deeper experience than one would expect.  "You've done this before?"  "Once or twice..."
Hmm......
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« Reply #39 on: August 31, 2018, 09:53:56 AM »

"Another happy landing."

Though I have to wonder: Wex presented himself initially as a newbie.   But he keeps presenting deeper experience than one would expect.

That it was  Grin

He's certainly a newbie mercenary, but his early life has yet to be explored. All I can say is: Stay Tuned!
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« Reply #40 on: September 06, 2018, 10:30:10 AM »

Well, it's Thursday, and you know what that means: another Untouchable chapter.

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6.

Several hours were spent with both the rescue crews and security officers of Commenore’s Chasin City. Zyn and Wex were interviewed together, separate, and every other way the investigators could think of trying to uncover any inconsistencies in their stories, but for the time being, it seemed Wex’s version aligned with his own. The news from Kuat hadn’t reached Commenore yet, but he knew they had to find a way off of this world before it all changed.

“You’re both free to go,” one investigator told Zyn as another walked Wex back from his own interview with his helmet tucked under his arm. “As the saying goes, don’t leave town.”

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but that’s our ship,” Wex told the authority, pointing to the pile of metal now being gathered for scrap by a fleet of droids. “I don’t think we’re going anywhere.”

Zyn did his best to hide his smirk as he learned they had more and more in common with each passing minute. The investigator obviously didn’t appreciate Wex’s comments, and moved to get in his face. Zyn, however, cut him off by raising an arm to keep them separated.

“You’ll have to excuse my companion,” Zyn told the irate man. “He still has much work to do regarding his manners.”

“Then I suggest, as his master, you see to it he gets the proper discipline he needs,” the investigator barked. “Before it gets you both into trouble.” Spinning on his heel, the investigator stomped off with his partner to find someone else to shout at while Zyn was left with the young mercenary.

“I don’t think he likes me,” Wex grinned, evoking a silent chuckle from Zyn. “And since when are you my master?”

“I’m not,” Zyn replied as he turned away from what was left of their ship and began to walk.

The idea of him being the young man’s master was foolish, at best. His limited time at as a Padawan ensured Zyn could only teach the bare minimum of skills to Wex, just enough to make him a danger to himself and others. Of course, there was no telling if he was even Force-sensitive to begin with. He was absolutely too old, as the masters of the Jedi would have certainly said, but something about the mercenary wouldn’t let Zyn put the subject to rest.

“So,” Wex started as he ran to catch up. “What’s our next move?”

“You’re still sticking with me?” Zyn asked, slightly amused. “After I almost got you killed several times?”

“I’m still standing, aren’t I?” Wex was wearing another foolish grin with his arms out at his sides.

“And if you’d like to keep it that way, I suggest you find your own transport off world.”

“I told you,” Wex argued. “I’ve got nowhere else to go, so sticking with you is as good as it gets.”

A sigh emerged from Zyn as he did his best to quell the frustration rising within him. Wex was only doing what was best for himself, and Zyn had to do his best to remember the mercenary was acting just as a mercenary would. He was ensuring his own survival.

“So be it,” Zyn murmured to himself before turning back to Wex. “First, we gather supplies. We’re not going to last long without food. Then, we catch the next transport off this rock.”

“And if we’re stopped by security?” Wex asked. Zyn shrugged.

“They couldn’t stop me on Kuat. What makes you think they’ll stop me here?”

The argument was put to bed as they walked out into the city in search of supplies. Countless people of all races were walking about in Chasin City, tending to their own business while street vendors attempted to interrupt their journeys to peddle whatever it was they were selling. Traders continued to negotiate their goods and prices as the two companions slipped nearly unseen between them in search of their goal.

“There,” Wex pointed to a large sign at the end of the street they were walking. “We’ll get everything we need at Plenty’s.”

Plenty’s looked to be a large food store, and judging from their storefront, it had to be the best there was. What looked to be a warehouse was now converted into one of the largest single stores Zyn had ever seen. As they walked in, they were greeted by all manner of food, along with countless people wandering the isles in search of their own meals. Coming back to his senses, Zyn pulled Wex close.

“Find something easy for travel,” he ordered the mercenary as he pulled a pair of credit chips from his belt pouch. Taking the credits in his hand, Wex gave him a nod.

“Meet you at the entrance. Be quick.”

Without another word, Wex set off to the right while Zyn went left. In all honesty, he had no idea what he was looking for, as he wasn’t sure what kind of ship they would find to carry them away. Food pellets would be ideal, he knew, but he wasn’t sure if such things could be found outside of the Jedi’s commissary.

Turning down one of the more busy aisles, Zyn found countless forms of food spread out in displays in front of him. What appeared to be trays of flash frozen meat were along the left while some kind of plant-based food were aligned along the right. All manner of creatures shuffled about, picking out their chosen products and placing them into baskets they carried around whatever type of limbs they had. Most seemed to be stocking up as Zyn looked to do, as if they all were planning on extended trips across the galaxy.

As he bent over one of the displays and was reaching for what looked to be a bag of smoked meat, the feeling began gnawing at his mind again. He remembered it from before, the alley on Coruscant and the ship on Kuat, but neither of those were as strong as this feeling. Danger was coming, of that he was sure, and it was close, imminent, in fact. He had to find Wex.

Slipping between the people in the aisle as quickly as he could, Zyn made his way toward the rear of Plenty’s. As he came out of the aisle, he noticed there were even more people shuffling through even more displays of food. None of them were his companion, but as he continued his search, the black-armored Wex came out from another aisle, this time wearing his helmet. The T-visor was being swept from side to side, searching every face in the area. As Zyn was about to call out to his friend, the feeling became even stronger.

Zyn froze, unsure of what exactly this feeling meant. The mercenary’s vision continued to scan every face in his area, and as he drew closer, the feeling of wrongness grew more. The Force was speaking to him, telling him something about his friend, now only a few meters away and closing. Finally turning in his direction, Zyn noticed the helmet was missing the deep scratches it had gained in the crash. This mercenary was not Wex.

Before he could react, a hand grabbed a hold of his cloak from behind and Zyn was pulled into a back room of the store. Another set of black armor entered his vision. With a swift flick of his wrist, he pulled his lightsaber hilt from his belt and, while aiming the emitter at his new foe’s head, pressed the activation switch with his thumb.

The orange blade emerged in an instant, banishing the shadows of the storeroom and bathing everything in its amber glow. The body of whoever had grabbed him hit the floor, likely with a smoking hole where their face had once been, but that was the least of Zyn’s problems. Omega had already found him.

Extinguishing his blade, he moved back toward the door he was pulled through while still keeping the hilt at the ready. There was no telling how many mercenaries were in the store, or how many innocents there were. Starting a fight was far from a good idea, but it was better than being captured. He was about to step back into the store when he sensed motion behind him. Spinning on his heel, he reactivated his lightsaber and pointed it back at the downed mercenary’s head.

“Whoa!” the familiar synthetic voice said through the helmet. “It’s me!”

The mercenary scrambled to remove the scratched helmet as Zyn continued to hold the blade inches from his face. It made no sense that this man was still alive. Even the fastest reflexes in the galaxy could’ve escaped that blow. As the visor slipped off the head, a stunned Wex looked up at him.

“Is that how you say ‘thanks’ where you’re from?” Wex asked, eyeing the blade. Zyn quickly extinguished it before replacing it on his belt and moving to help his friend to his feet.

“How did I miss you?” Zyn asked.

“I had a hunch you’d try something,” Wex answered, readying his blaster and moving to the door. “A feeling in my gut told me you’d try to take my head off, but can we talk about this later? Omega Company is here.”

“I saw one,” Zyn told him. “Looking for me in the aisles. How did they find us so quickly?”

“I told you one of the first things they’d do is send a small force here.”

“How many is small?”

“Six, if I had to guess,” Wex said before sticking his head out of the storeroom.

If his companion was right, six could easily be handled, but at what cost? Any disruption would bring the security forces of yet another planet down on them, and that was the last thing they needed. An escape was the best option, first from the store, and then from Commenore.

“There’s three here clearing the store,” Wex whispered, ducking back into the storeroom. “What do you want to do?”

“We need to leave,” Zyn answered. “Quietly.”

“I don’t see us getting out of here without a fight,” Wex said.

Of course the hammer would see every problem as a nail, but try as it might, it still can’t pound the bolt into the frame. A more delicate touch was needed, as was the case here. ‘Brains before blasters’ his master had once told him, but after Zyn pointed out the Jedi don’t use blasters, all it had earned him was a smack on the head and a lecture about not taking every lesson so seriously. But he had learned the lesson, no matter how much his master had doubted him.

“I have an idea,” Wex finally said, snapping Zyn out of his own head. “We’re going to hand you over to them.”

“What!?” Zyn balked with a raised voice.

“Think about it,” Wex started. “I will take you to them, we’ll both go on their ship, at which point we can overpower them and take it for ourselves.”

“What makes you think they won’t execute me the minute I’m in custody?”

“They’re mercenaries. They won’t do anything except deliver you to whoever will pay the most.”

Taking a step back, Wex had had a point. The only way Omega would harm him is if he fought back. Thorne wanted to take him back to the Banking Clan for trial, at which point he’d be paid a rather large sum. Putting himself a risk didn’t sound like a good idea to Zyn, but as he studied Wex, another idea came into his own head.

“I’ve got a better idea,” Zyn said, slipping off his cloak. “Give me your armor.”
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« Reply #41 on: September 06, 2018, 07:17:17 PM »

Is it just me or its there something odd going on with Wex...not only sticking around despite the danger but the scene with the sabre was strange to say the least...I get the feeling he is playing a much longer game than just escaping the next crisis. 

Also interesting to see a Star Wars super market! Nerf steaks an blue milk has to come from somewhere!
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« Reply #42 on: September 07, 2018, 05:45:50 AM »

Is it just me or its there something odd going on with Wex...not only sticking around despite the danger but the scene with the sabre was strange to say the least...I get the feeling he is playing a much longer game than just escaping the next crisis. 

Also interesting to see a Star Wars super market! Nerf steaks an blue milk has to come from somewhere!

LOL   I was thinking the same thing!  One of the things I've noticed about Star Wars (and virtually every other SciFi show, saga, and song I've come across) is that they always have markets and almost never stores!  Where are the super markets?!?!   Where is Meijer and WalMart and Target?Huh   LOL   Instead we get the souk and the zukalo...

Better to showcase aliens I guess.  LOL

I am also intrigued by Wex.  His "feeling" smacks of a force-sensitive.  To old he is for the training...   Unless he finds a failed padawan to pass on what he has learned, outside of the confines of the Order.

Yes.  Much there is that is puzzling with this one.  Watching him closely we will be.

And this plan...  Swapping identities with Wex...    Sneaky!
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« Reply #43 on: September 08, 2018, 04:32:03 PM »

Interesting.  And Omega...absolutely...will...NOT...STOP...UNTIL Zyn is DEAD  Wink

Yeah, Wex's "luck" seems to be a constant quality that he is able to put to the best possible use for his survival...is it deliberate?

This is such an enjoyable story, the pacing excellent as well as such an "easy" read (my compliments to our author  Wink).

And I hope that Zyn and Wex know what they're doing, pulling a "Prince & the Pauper" as it were...

Also interesting to see a Star Wars super market! Nerf steaks an blue milk has to come from somewhere!
LOL touché LSG  Grin
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« Reply #44 on: September 10, 2018, 05:06:00 AM »

Also interesting to see a Star Wars super market! Nerf steaks an blue milk has to come from somewhere!

point for this. and I'm with you guys. are there really no stores in the SW Universe?
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