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Don't come at me with nonsense about updates.Everything is up to date on Patreon, and if you want more, that's where it is.I'm posting this message there too — and over there, people are kind. They get it. They never complain, even when I make mistakes. Thank you for that.
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After lunch, Amir checked his communicator and found a message from an unknown sender. When he opened it, a holographic recording began to play.
The amber light in the sky slowly faded. Two orange-red suns were setting on the horizon. Endless sand dunes rippled like waves under the wind. In the foreground, a stormtrooper helmet lay half-buried in sand and dust.
"This must be the twin sunsets... the iconic sight of Tatooine. One of Star Wars' most classic and timeless images." Amir was lost in the scene. No doubt—this message had to be from Kain.
Now a defector from the Empire, Kain was certainly a wanted man. The only relatively safe refuge was in the Outer Rim, where Imperial influence was weakest. But even "safe" was a relative term—this lawless frontier was teeming with bounty hunters, fugitives, and pirates. People there lived with a blaster to their head, ready to kill over a few creds.
Still, Amir wasn't too worried. Kain might seem simple, but he wasn't stupid. With combat skills beyond most people, he'd be fine.
"Guess I'll have to swing by Tatooine at some point. Maybe even catch a glimpse of young Luke. And if I'm lucky... Obi-Wan," Amir thought.
By now, Anakin Skywalker's son, Luke, should be around ten years old—growing up safely under Obi-Wan Kenobi's protection.
After closing the message, Amir recorded a voice message and sent it to Ahsoka, explaining Gulgina's situation and desire to join the Rebellion.
With that done, he stood up and walked out of the repair shop with Gulgina, who had put her hooded cloak back on to conceal her appearance.
They moved down the lower levels along narrow paths—soon descending from sublevel 3 to sublevel 5. This was a truly chaotic district, one the Coruscant Guard rarely even bothered patrolling.
The two stopped in front of a nondescript door and rang the bell.
There was no response. Gulgina frowned and rang it again.
Still nothing. She pulled a connector from inside her robe and plugged it into the panel. Once it verified the keycode, the door slowly slid open.
Gulgina rushed in, calling softly, "Lorin! Lorin, are you here?"
No answer.
Panic began to creep into her voice as she searched each room one by one.
"Stay calm, Gulgina," Amir said, surveying the surroundings. "The place is tidy—doesn't look like there was any trouble."
Just then, the floor in the room in front of Amir made a sound. A section of it opened upward, revealing two heads—one big, one small.
"Amir?! What are you doing here?" the larger figure exclaimed.
It was Amir's "cellmate" from the prison ship—the young rebel, Huck.
"Gulgina! In here!" Amir called out. Apparently, the room had a hidden space Gulgina hadn't known about.
Moments later, she burst into the room and ran to embrace the small boy—her younger brother, Lorin, only eight or nine years old.
Amir now got a better look at the boy: blonde hair like his sister, and the same green markings on his forehead.
"I never got to thank you," Huck said, climbing out of the cellar. "If you hadn't given me that injection, I probably wouldn't have made it. The Point told me herself."
"It was nothing," Amir replied. "But why are you back here? Aren't you worried about getting caught again?"
"Dodging the Empire isn't hard. We were only captured last time because we were reckless."
"What about the old man—the other prisoner?" Amir asked, thinking of the nearly-dead alien.
"Jeda? Don't let his age fool you. He's tough. Recovered faster than me. Only spent a few hours in a med pod. He's still here on Coruscant."
By then, the siblings had finished talking and came over.
"You got caught saving them?" Amir asked.
"Yeah. The Empire was running a biological research facility. They were capturing kids for experiments. We happened to find it by chance," Huck said, his face darkening. "Unfortunately, we couldn't save them all."
"Kids?" Amir frowned. He'd suspected something like this, but the word "many" still shocked him.
"They're... special kids. Most have ties to religious orders, some even have powers... like the Point," Huck said carefully.
"I know what you mean," Amir muttered. In his past life, he'd seen shows where the Inquisitors hunted Force-sensitive children. He always assumed they trained them to become future Inquisitors or Sith assassins. But experimenting on them? That was low—even for the Empire.
"How many were there?"
"Sixteen. When I was there," little Lorin said quietly, sadness in his eyes. "My friends are still in there."
Gulgina and her brother had only recently been transferred to the lab and hadn't yet been moved to the detention cells when they were rescued.
"We plan to free them all. The facility hasn't been relocated—it's still in the surface-level industrial district," Huck added.
"We?" Amir asked. "Is Ahsoka with you?"
"No, the Point isn't here. But we're planning one last mission before we move our whole cell out of Coruscant. Full team effort," Huck said, eyes blazing. "There'll be more than ten of us. I'm leading it!"
"You sure you should be telling me all this?" Amir asked, a little awkwardly.
"Haha," Huck scratched his head. "It's fine. The Point said you're someone we can trust."
"Well then, good luck in advance." Amir didn't plan on getting involved. He had people to protect, and exposure to the Empire could spell disaster.
"Thanks."
With Gulgina and Lorin now connected with the Rebels, Amir figured he didn't need to intervene further. With support from the Rebellion, they'd be fed and safe.
Suddenly, Gulgina spoke up. "Mr. Huck, may I join you this time?"
"Huh? We already have enough people. You haven't been trained—"
"I want to join. I want to learn to fight."
"…Of course. Welcome aboard. Just don't expect to learn until we're off-world," Huck said, smiling.
Satisfied that everything was on track, Amir said goodbye and headed back to the repair shop.
It was still early afternoon, so Amir went to the warehouse and began assembling a droid with Sain.
"You ever think about building a droid to serve as the Traveler's first officer?" Sain asked, half-joking.
"It's hard to build a droid with a soul," Amir replied. "Maybe someday."
"Well, your ship needs a first officer. You can't expect BD-4 to stretch its legs to the ceiling and pull the levers."
"Beep-beep! Zzztt!!" BD-4 chirped indignantly.
"You're just jealous of my ship, aren't you, Sain?" Amir glanced sideways at the blue Twi'lek, who was as obsessed with machines as Amir himself.
"…Maybe a little. I could use a break from this shop…"
"Then help Pierre more instead of skipping work all the time," Amir grumbled, tightening the last screw. "Done!"
"What?! Already?" Sain had only just finished the frame of his half. Amir was way ahead.
"That's why the first officer should be a Wookiee!" Amir declared.
"A Wookiee? Don't dodge the question! How did you finish so fast?!"
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