"Sari, get that ronto away from me, it smells."

"It’s not my fault, he is hard to control Dan. Oh and don’t call me Sari, that was my kid name, it’s Sara now.”

Dan started wondering why he excepted that job to haul off the door to an ainchent temple to get boxes. Even though they were being paid a ton of credits to do this he didn’t like the feeling he got in his shin. It was an old wound from when he was a kid. He was attacked by a wild gamglot. He got pain there when something bad would happen. He just had a bad feeling about this.

Finally the door was off, Dan walked in and saw what he was supposed to take to his employer. “Hydro-spanners?” he asked with disbelief.

“I don’t think so,” said Sara. She picked one up and pressed a button on the side. A brilliant beam of purple light sprang out of the solid cylindrical handle. Sara exclaimed, “Its a lightsaber.”

"What’s a lightsaber?” asked Dan.

“The weapon of a Jedi knight,” she replied, speaking mechanically and staring into the blade. She shut it off and clipped it to her utility belt. Dan rolled his eyes and started to load the crates of lightsabers onto their ship.

Later when they had finished, Dan said to Sara, “You can’t keep that lightsaber, it’s part of our shipment.” She didn’t reply, she just stared at the sensor console. Suddenly twelve yellow gold blips flickered on at the edge of the sensor range.

“Those are Imperial ships, don’t know what kind but they’re at least the size of us each.” Dan exclaimed. The bounty hunters’ ship, a Jumpmaster 27500, lifted off the ground and rocketed out into space.

Two escort frigates and their TIE starfighters continued to pummel the bounty hunter’s ship with laser fire.

“The sub-reflection gebo II wire does not go into the hyper-action maneuvering jet socket, the engine control wire goes into the maneuvering jet along with five generator wires,” said Dan to their annoying droid that repairs the ship during battle.

“But the manual says that the safety level of generator wires is only t--"

“Verbal override, code 38725.”

“--yes sir.” The droid was too much sometimes so they had built in a verbal override.

He noticed the increase in maneuverability and speed. He plotted a course and made the jump to lightspeed.

“Hey, aren’t you gonna congratulate me on my flying ability back there.” said Dan.

“Okay, good flying,” said Sara, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “All you did was make a droid put some wires into a maneuvering socket and make a jump to hyperspace.”

Dan was about to reply when a light started flashing on the control deck, signaling that the ship would come out of lightspeed soon.

They weren’t supposed to be there yet, Dan thought. It was supposed to take at least another standard hour. Then it hit him, the generator wires in the engine socket. He turned off the hyperdrive and the ship did what he was afraid it would do; it sputtered and died.

Their ship sat suspended in space, no power from the engines or maneuverability. Fortunately they contacted a rescue ship. Dan’s ship was taken to dock with the spacestation for repairs, as they went planet-side to collect the reward for getting the lightsabers.

Dan personally would have rather flown to the meeting in his own ship no matter how damaged it was. But Sara wanted to get to see their boss as safe and as soon as possible. He didn’t see why, but she had acted funny ever since picking up that lightsaber. At the meeting Dan gave their employer a big smile even though he was kind of scared.

Dan said “We got the lightsabers, just like you said to.”

The huge male gotal threw a large bag of credits to Dan and said,“You can count it, it’s all there.” But Dan refrained because he thought chances are the money was all there, and even if it wasn’t the gotal wouldn’t give it to him.

The gotal said to Dan “You can leave but I want a private talk with your partner.”

Dan left the room and as the door sealed behind him, he immediately put his ear on the door but he could only hear snatches of the conversation. “You . . . decedent . . . master Dacha Si,” the gotal said. “I . . . Jedi . . .” Sara said in response. Suddenly the door opened and Sara stepped out.

“What’s going on?” Dan asked.

“I’ll tell you someday, let’s go find an apartment.”

The search for an apartment was long and grueling, so when they finally found one they dropped to their beds and fell asleep instantly. Dan woke up slowly, he was still tired even after ten standard hours of sleeping. Sara wasn’t there. He smiled. She had probably went for breakfast. Then he saw a note on the table, it read . . .

I am sorry Dan, but I have learnt too much about the way of the Jedi. I was captured by the Empire. Don’t try to save me, by this time tomorrow I might not be alive. Get over me, and may the Force be with you. Good bye, Sara

Dan thought at first, No, she’ll be back. Then he realized that she wouldn’t. He yelled at the top of his voice, Sara!” A chair splintered on the door from the force he put into throwing it. He sank to the floor sobbing. He would ignore the note Sara wrote for him, he would save her life.

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