Star Wars Fanfic - Programmed to Obey

Chap. 64 - Trust

Icarus was not one to be carried away by hunches, but when Tronda appeared in his office alone, he was very curious to know that he had the strange Twi'lek on his hands. Even so, she refused to talk about it in that place for some reason.

Tronda insisted on going to a place far south of the Oasis. In his own words, a trip that should last at least four hours by speeder. Something that caught the droid's attention a lot, since its instructions coincided perfectly with that secluded forest where he had that inexplicable contact with forces that he was not able to understand. And the fact that Tronda could know of the existence of that place only through her instinct was something to take into account. Maybe... Was she force sensitive?

Icarus analyzed her from head to toe. She was undoubtedly an old woman, and did not seem to have outstanding physical abilities for someone her age. In other words, he was not a Jedi, or any other type of Force user, or at least that the droid was aware of. That conclusion only raised more questions in the Icarus circuits.

But he couldn't waste that opportunity. He contacted Alfa and ordered him to prepare a speeder as soon as possible, without even taking into account the late hours of the night. And apparently, Tronda did not disagree with this. They were both walking towards the garages, when voices intercepted them from behind.

Boil: - Going out at night, General? -

Icarus: - Commander Boil, Miss Numa. -

Numa: - Thunder. What are you doing? -

Tronda: - Don't worry, brat. I know how to take care of myself. -

Numa: - I didn't mean that. -

The young Twi'lek looked at the droid with clear distrust. He may well have saved them just a few hours ago, but the memory of the Separatists' assault on Ryloth during the Clone Wars left marks that would not be so easily removed. Icarus was aware of this, and trying to impose any resolution would only bring negative consequences.

Icarus: - Changing the subject. What is your urgency, commander?

Boil: - General, two days ago one of our contacts gave us very valuable information. -

Icarus: - I hear you. -

Boil: - The message comes from the planet Abafar, located in the Outer Rim territories. A valuable source of Rhydonium. -

Icarus: - That's certainly something interesting, but Abafar if I remember was under the control of crime lord Jabba in Hutt. -

Numa: - That criminal scum does not deserve such important resources, we should immediately go and take them from their slimy clutches. -

Icarus: - Be careful what you wish for, Miss Numa. - The Twi'lek looked at him confused.

Boil: - The Hutt clan is not what they say they are. I understand that you have dealings with the Empire to keep the Outer Rim under control. If we go on a sweeping spree, not only will we have the entire Hutt clan after our heads, but we could also encounter an unwanted imperial visit. -

Icarus: - I see that you are well informed. And tell me, commander. Do you have something in mind? -

Boil: - I think a covert operation would be the best option. Pass ourselves off as a rival gang and not as a resistance organization. Enter the planet incognitos and when you least expect it... -

Numa: - BOOM... Hit them where it hurts the most. I like that plan. -

The clone and the young Twi'lek girl looked at each other and laughed heartily. They had a strong bond and it was easy to decipher just by looking at their faces.