Platnum looks warily at his past. "He must of been different before the Clone Wars when he killed my people... maybe the Shadow had control of him briefly. Nothing more much to speak of him. He is fallen....."
"You're talking about the jedi who massed murdered everyone, Anakin Skywalker. Rumor has it he started this all by killing all the jedis in the Jedi Temple." The memories begin to consume him again, and he hids his head. His hand forms into a fist. The anger began pumping in his blood, but then he pushed it aside. He can't let hold onto the anger like that. He releases his grip and looks up. "Did you know the clone trooper that was with you?"
"The man in the armor? No, I have never seen that alien before. I don't think he is Imperial.... Before I went unconscious, wasn't there some women in the transport?" Platnum needed answers, he had a robotic arm after all.
“Where are we going” asked Naomi. Zan couldn't see her because of the hood covering his face, but from her voice he judged that they were directly across from each other. The imperial transport was jerking around over the rough terrain. “Don't worry you'll be fine. You have nothing to do with this” Zan replied. Almost instantly after he had said it he was thrown to the floor by a stormtrooper. Who proceeded to kick him. “You shut up” the stormtrooper said to Naomi as she pleaded him to stop. The stormtrooper picked Zan up Zan a placed him back on the transport bench. “ You say one more word and I'll beat you again got it?” The stormtrooper said to Zan. Zan didn't reply. “Good, now we need to make you slightly presentable for your interrogation” Another stormtrooper said as he began to slowly put the torso part of Zans armor ,that had been removed by Naomi when she was patching him up, back on. After that they sat in silence. The only noises being the quiet rumble of the vehicles engines and the millions of sand corns crashing into the side of the transport, because of the tremendous sandstorm they were in. Suddenly the silence was broken by a large explosion. The transport came to sudden stop and Zan was flung head first into a wall. As he struggled to remain conscious he could hear the sound of blaster fire inside the confined space of the transport. Then everything went silent as he drifted into unconsciousness. Zan awoke lying on top of a pile of blankets. He looked around. He was in a small room with a single light source in the ceiling. He got up and walked out of the room. He was in a corridor of sorts. It was dusty and sand covered the floor. The walls were rugged and uneven with wires and pipes dangling from the roof. Was he in a cave? He followed the corridor down to the left. He could hear voices coming from that direction. Zan Sirak was wearing his beatup armor, he would need to get that hole in his armor fixed he thought as he looked down at the ragged hole on the right side of his chest. A slow trickle of blood ran through the hole and continued down his armor. It was nothing to worry about and would clog up eventually. Zan stopped at the edge of the corner that would lead him to the room where the voices were coming from. He stood there and listened. "He must of been different before the Clone Wars when he killed my people... maybe the Shadow had control of him briefly. Nothing more much to speak of him. He is fallen....." "You're talking about the jedi who massed murdered everyone, Anakin Skywalker. Rumor has it he started this all by killing all the jedis in the Jedi Temple." "Did you know the clone trooper that was with you?" "Kain or the one in the Transport?" "The transport, I haven't seen that armor in years. Do you know him tusken?" "The man in the armor? No, I have never seen that alien before. I don't think he is Imperial.... Before I went unconscious, wasn't there some women in the transport?" They had been talking about the Jedi massacre... Order 66, Zan realized. From the tones of their voices it seemed like they thought it was a bad thing. Ignorant fools. “The jedi deserved to die” Zan said as he hobbled into the room. The two men and the tusken looked towards him. One of the men, clearly angered at what Zan had just said clenched his fists. Zan couldn’t bear standing up much longer so he sat down on the dirty floor of the make shift medical center. He looked up at the man clenching his fists “What you disagree? You think they represented justice and the good, that they defended the weak? Force wielders are all the same whether they are Jedi, Sith, or Nightsisters it makes no difference all they are interested in is enhancing their own powers and oppressing others.” Zan muttered.
"I couldn't care less what happen to the Jedi, they can all rot; But my kids... Who had the right to take them away?" Zeth looked the trooper directly in his eyes. Like most, all he could see was a blank stare. The clone was a clone to Zeth, nothing more. He pulled out his laser pistol and pointed at the clone's head. "Do you know how many clones I had to side with through out the war? How many said I would make a great clone if I had been breed in battle? After all that, I was told by their corporal that my children had died on a far away planet. I went into a drinking state, but I didn't blame the clones, I blamed myself for letting them go." Zeth hand was itching to pull the trigger on the gun. He knew there was no man infront of him, just a slave who followed orders. His finger began to tighten around the trigger. "I was awarded a medal and honored for my expertise in defense of the outer rim, but I wasn't satisfied. My wife and I left for a new planet to start again. When we arrived, my wife was taken for interrogation and latter killed for being a Jedi." Zeth was losing his aim, his arm was falling to the ground. "They told me she had hidden herself all her life and told me sorry for my lost. They left me, began walking away... So I shot them in the back. Each one fell, with a scream." His arm finally dropped to his side and his hand were at his face. "I ended up killing every single trooper who said they were just following orders. A few regretted what they did and I left them be. I liberated that planet from Imperial control... And then they came, the Destroyers. I escaped with some people thanks to my status not being changed from war hero, but the town? It was ash..." Zeth wiped his eyes and focused the gun once more. "I had blamed myself for too long, I hadn't labeled them as Jedis." He shot his laser pistol and the room went silent. It had brushed by the clone's left shoulder hitting the wall. Zeth put the gun away and walked towards the exit. The clone had been spared. "Redd I want you to get their names and skills. Then if you wish clone, you can leave. Tusken I have a proposal for you. If anyone wants me I'll be in my tent." And out the door he goes.
"Zeth...You know what makes us different from the imperials? We spare those who surrender.All this time since my ship exploded,how many people the empire killed in executions?" A guard came in from the recuperation room. "Sir the other other prisoner is stable,we could hear him mumbling." "Grea,get him out.Please bring him here."
Zan had listened to the mans rant in silence. Although the man had refereed to him as a clone, maybe as an insult, Zan decided not to correct him on it. He'd figured that it wouldn't be wise to anger him any further. Besides the tusken he had seen on the transport was there and even though he was probably weak from the medical procedures on his arm which was now robotic, Zan would not like to provoke a fight in his current state. The troubled man had ranted on for a while before resorting to shooting at Zan. The blaster bolt had grazed Zan's shoulder leaving a black mark on his shoulder pad. Zan swore but didn't move. Zan had many questions for his captors... or liberators Zans wasn't quite sure what they were. Though his most pressing concern was Naomi. “Where is the girl? The Zeltron... uhh she was with me...” Zan took a quick look at the tusken “Uhm... with us on the transport, Is she alright?” Zan asked the other man. Whilst keeping a watchful eye on the tusken. Zan realized that he was not the scariest looking alien anymore or the ugliest.
"We didn't find anyone besides you two."Said Redd. "We are working on it.We predict that she was taken somewhere else. Oh.Where are my manners,Drake Redd.You're at the Mos Eisley Rebel Base. We have rescued you from an Imerial imprisonment and we took care of your injury." Right as he said those words.2 guards came in and brought the stormtrooper in. "Great bring him to the interrigation room."Said Redd. "Please come with me.You'll may come in handy."
Platnum thought lazily, "Why do these people argue? Can't they just fight to death." The life of the Ancients seemed to simple. Platnum asked the rebels around him, "So I will leave Sir Clone ARF to find his lady friend, and um, Redd, nice to meet you. I have been attempting to track you since your ship blew up. I was the first team at the transport. Three questions, if you don't mind, before you shoot yours. What, er, day is it?" He slowed his speech down, "What happened to Kobayashi? And, " He had to hesitate on this one, "Am I wanted by the Empire?"
"The day is Primeday,Your interrrogator was shot by imerpail stormtroopers,and yes you are wanted by the empire,welcome to the club." A message came in from thge strike team."Sir we have visual on Stormtroopers taking the other prisoner to a transport." "Okay major,we need her.Take down the transport and rescue her."Said Redd "Zan,we found your girl.She must have been taken somewhere else when you weere knocked out."
Zan wanted to rip his own face off. How the hell had he managed to get involved in all this? And even worse he had gotten some random stripper involved too. Naomi had no need to be involved. Zan considered asking for Redd to halt the “rescue” of Naomi. It would make things allot simpler if she just disappeared. Hell being captured by the Imperials might be the safest thing for her. If that assault group “rescued” her she might get into allot more trouble later. Fuck it he thought, if the rebels are so gungho about rescuing her let them do it. Zan wouldn't be around for long anyways. Naomi would be their problem then. Zan stood up, He asked the man referred to as Redd where it would be possible for him to get a drink. Redd had simply stated that he did not want anyone to get drunk at this moment. Zan swore then sat down again, this time on a chair. He needed time to process everything that was going on. Zan was used to being in control, now he was just drifting around. Relying on others actions. What was worse was that he was in the same room as a tusken. Although Zan rarely took sides in a conflict he preferred the dirt farmers over the beasts from the desert. Dirt farmers where predictable, tuskens were not. For all Zan knew the tusken across from him could decide he didn't like the way Zan walked, talked or even something as trivial as Zan's bright yellow eyes and rip his head off for it. This tusken seemed different from the others though. Zan had enough time stalking tuskens and scouting their camps to know what he was talking about. First of all this tusken was capable of decently complex galactic speech with very few grunts interrupting it, which was an amazing feat for a tusken. He must have some sort of mutation that allowed for higher brain function. If push came to shove this would make him an even more challenging opponent that your average tusken. Zan was accessing the tusken as any other threat. Through vigorous training it had become almost natural, and Zan found himself more often than not accessing multiple people in a room at once. Zan had picked up bit's and pieces of the tusken conversation with the former trooper Redd. Zan wondered if he and Redd had ever served on the same planet. Probably, the clone army had never been that big. It was unlikely that they had ever met or fought together but they had probably served on multiple of the same planets. They might even have served on a planet at the same time. Apparently the tusken was wanted by the empire. So they had one thing in common, they were both in deep shit. This wasn't the first time Zan had been in deep shit and it probably wasn't the tusken's either. Zan didn't hide the fact that he was judging the tusken. As his Yellow eyes scanned every inch of the humanoid beast. The tusken was accessing Zan aswell, although he was probably just concerned with how long it would take for him to tear Zan apart. Zan was confident with his abilities in hand to hand combat. He estimated he would last about 15 seconds in a fight with the tusken, Zan had no illusions of being able to beat the tusken. If they got into a fight Zan's guts would torn out of his body. “You're different aren’t you? You are not like any tusken I've seen that's for sure.”
Platnum had been looking at the alien. He didn't really seem to have compassion... but he seemed to be useful. He heard the alien speak. "You're different aren’t you? You are not like any tusken I've seen that's for sure.” "Uh, I don't know really what you're getting at. I'm pretty stupid, just less than most Tuskens. My, uh, master taught me mostly everything. Er, why did you get arrested? I, to be humble as ****, didn't do anything. I was a mercenary for the Empire, but someone accused me of killing this senator. However actually did it I would like to throttle them!" He grinned back at the two watching rebels. "Anyhow, apparently my merc boss had some vendetta with this senator; some time ago he took her daughter away, I suppose she was cute, Veltron in fact. Her name was Naomi. So my boss funded these *******s over here,"- he motioned to the rebels- "to kill the Rodian. but that compromised the entire mercenary company. "This guy Kobayashi came alongMy long dead clan had taken him and his family and only he survived. Luckily for him it was the same day that Anakin fellow came. He got out, and knew somehow I was one of the two Tusken survivors. I don't know how, he must of been tracking me for a while. He nearly got me publicly executed, but he must of hired all the humans in my merc company, and some riots started, and then he shot me."
As the tusken mentioned the senator's death. Redd went out the Med Bay and walked to the interrigation room. The stormtrooper was waiting for him.His head was scarred from the helmet-bashing. "Good morning,sir."Said Redd in a Coruscanti(English)accent. The trooper didn't even flinch."Was that ment to be funny?" Redd punched him and said."You imperial lot don't really appreciate my good manners.Looks like I won't need it after all."And he put the cuffed hands that were behing the back of the trooper and put it on the table.He grabbed one of his fingers and said: "Where is the General?" "I don't know."Said the troop. Redd broke the finger and grabbed an other one and said it again louder. "Where is the General?We can do this 9 more times buddy!" "I-I can't tell you!" Redd broke the second finger. "Looks like I'm making progress!WHERE'S THE GENERAL?!!Shouted Redd. "He's at the imperial military compound at Mos Eisley!" "Okay,that was obvious...where's his second in command.The imprisoned one?" Redd squeezed the 2 broken fingers of the trooper.He screamed like no tomorrow. "AAAAAAAARGHH.He-he's imprisoned." "Where?And by whom? "By Czeka corps. In their offices in Mos Eisley,underground,in one of the prison cells." "Great,guards take this man to the desert between Anchorhead and Mos Eisley." The guards have grabbed him and took him away. Redd was communicated by the srike team "Sir we have got the prisoner.She's fine,only had a few scratches on her." "Great,bring her to base."
