I'm coiled around the command pillar in my quarters as we flew through hyperspace towards Coruscuant to deliver the princess. Something like this happening on the first couple of trips, even without Jedi interference, does not bode well for the future. Two thirds of the passengers got off on Dantoonie to take separate transport back to Coruscuant and some of the ones that are left have already said they plan on getting off there.
Letting out I small sigh I shook my head, there qwewre plenty of other rich fools to replace them but at the very least the cargo I had to dump was not only insured, but the company also paid full price. Do to the fact it turned out the pirates had looted the station before we even showed up and we HAD managed to save the rest of the cargo.
Trying to put the thoughts out of my mind I returned my attention to the feather laying on the floor in front of the pillar and attempted to, mentally, force it to move in any way. I had flung that waste of oxygen across the room, I should be able to move a feather. But that rage... that was the Dark Side, I was sure of it. It was so simple, nothing like this.
My throat rumbled softly and I tried to keep calm as I attempted to get the feather to slide across the floor. Nothing. Why did nothing happen?
I sighed softly and before trying something new, I accessed my glamor and raised it to full while wanting the feather to raise.
It fluttered up into the air like it was caught in a hot air updraft before falling back down as I let it go. Now if I could only learn how to access the force without using the glamor...
Half a week later we exited hyperspace close to Coruscuant orbit, quickly getting landing permission at a platform close to the Jedi temple. Cornac made a smooth professional landing without incident, as fitting for a pilot of his calibre.
Nobody shooting us, nobody strangling anyone. Most calming.
Once we were down we let the rest of the passengers off before I met the Princess by the airlock. She was still shaken up, but had returned to her more normal, slightly arrogant self. "Princess Ni'Korish, how are you handling things?" I asked.
She sighed and swallowed. "I am...handling it. I have known Him all my life..I don't know what happened..."
I sighed softly and nodded. "Perhaps you can find out when you return and claim your Crown, your Highness." She looked down briefly as she replied.
"Maybe." Her eyes were quickly looking up at me again "You saved my life Captain. Two times. I wont forget this. What you did...the thing you made us see during the questioning...the way he flew across the cabin. You are a Jedi?"
I let off an undignified snort and shook my head "Jedi...I'm no jedi. But they will be able to keep you safe from now on. From I have heard, the Jedi are the most capable protectors in the galaxy. They will keep you safe and get you home when it is time to accept your crown."
She nodded slowly and reached up to stroke my beak "Yes... thank you again, Captain. I will find a way to reward you for your actions once I am in power." before she turned and walked down the ramp to meet the pair of Jedi waiting there. One of them I actually recognised, as I had a barely 15 year old Dooku, and the other was older, likely his main trainer, someone I had never been introduced to during my time at the temple.
I watched them walk away to a waiting airspeeder before I turned back into the ship to the closest com. "Bridge, this is the Captain. Get us takeoff permission to the closest space port and plot and engage a course." After getting an acknowledgment I switched to com engineering instead.
"Engineering here." I heard Sarah Honor answer and I nodded.
"ChEng, I need you to put together a list of the equipment you would need to tune up the engines. We need stronger wings and I have no intention of getting caught by that kind of scumbag again."
"Yes, Captain! My pleasure!" She answered, her wide grin shining like a sun even through the intercom.
I had the best crew ever.