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Freedom Upon Flight

Chapter 2

Summary:

Jec Dhir and the siblings travel to Nar Shaddaa.

Notes:

Sorry for the short chapter! Promise the next couple ones will have more in store.
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When Jec opened his eyes he was met with the familiar faces of two angry siblings. He laughed nervously, raising his hands in submission only to realize they were cuffed, and that he was very much tied to a cargo crate.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Axolt spat out. Lepia kept her hand on the rodian’s shoulder to steady him but held a similarly wrathful glare.

Jec huffed, shrugging. “She told me to tag along!” He glanced between the two. “I swear I never volunteered to be stuck with you two.”

Lepia narrowed her eyes, stepping forwards, her durasteel talons clicking menacingly on the floor of the ship.

Jec sighed. “Come on Lep, your scare tactics don’t work on me. If you so much as beat me, Fal would have a kriffing fit.”

Axolt glowered from beside Lepia. “As soon as we exit hyperspace you’re getting dumped on Nar Shaddaa.”

 

Jec rolled his eyes. “I was ordered to follow you guys. If it’s not beside you I'll be around anyway.” He sat up. “So it’s best if I simply tag along. Correct?”

The siblings sighed exasperatedly.

Axolt turned and climbed the ladder out of the cargo bay. Lepia started to untie him whilst muttering threats under her breath.

He sighed, rolling his wrists once they were unbound. He took a moment to stretch. “Kriff you sure know how to tie someone down huh.”

“I’ll gag you if you open your mouth again,” Lepia grumbled, wrapping the binds into a bunch she hung onto the wall of the ship. “Hope you packed rations, we aren’t sharing any. Refreshers up top, spare bunk are in the third room.” She sighed. “Don’t touch anything or Axolt will take personal joy in flaying you.”

Jec seemed unfazed by the varying levels of threats, humming to himself as he took back his vibroblades from where the siblings had previously placed them after he’d been knocked out. He knew not to speak anymore.

Lepia climbed up from the cargo bay, leaving Jec alone to his thoughts.

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Once they had gotten out of hyperspace, Jec had eventually made his way to the cockpit to lurk behind Axolt and Lep as they planned their landing.

“Jec If you so much as breathe near me I will shoot you,” Axolt grumbled, flicking some switches on the control board.

Lepia rolled her eyes as Axolt piloted the ship into landing, bracing herself as the ship came in contact with the surface. The ship jolted, and Jec squawked indignantly as he was tousled by the movement. The siblings held onto their seats and Axolt went through the routine of landing.

“Alright.” Lep asserted. “Once we’re out we fuel up, rest, and leave the next day. Got it?” She narrowed her eyes, glaring between her brother and his self-proclaimed nemesis.

Axolt and Jec hummed in affirmation, and Lepia turned to comm the hangar operator.

 

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It was a dry evening on Nar Shaddaa. The smoke and fumes of the cityscape left a rancid taste in the mouth and the air clung to the skin like a rabid womp rat. The odd trio stepped off the ship and was met with a togrutan child holding a datapad and stylus.

“Uh…” Lepia looked slightly confused. “Do you know where Saal Vera is?”

The child looked at her with a blank stare.

Jec Dhir scoffed, shouldering past Lepia and kneeling. “Hey, kid. You know where mum is?”

“Mum is busy, you’re supposed to sign for the landing bay rent.” The kid seemed unimpressed and looked to an albeit concerned Axolt. “You.” She pointed. “Sign it.” She shoved the datapad and stylus into Axolt’s arms and the rodian scrambled to catch the devices.

“How do we know it’s not a scam,” Lepia asked.

“She’s a kriffing kid, sis.” Axolt sighed, examining the datapad and contents.

“Just sign the damned datapad so we can get some food,” Jec grumbled.

The kid waited impatiently as Axolt signed the datapad, taking the device once he was done.

“24 hours, right?”

The three of them nodded.

“Sounds good, ships will be safely locked away unless given signature and ship name, if you don’t check-in or leave before the 24-hour mark, your ship will be sold for scrap.” The child rattled on their terms and conditions for a short minute, before waving a tired farewell and walking out of the bay.

Lepia shook her head in disbelief, muttering to herself before slinging her bag and vibro-glaive onto her back. “Kriffin kids…”

Axolt snorted, stepping aside as he fell into a short laughing fit. “The great Lepia-” He wheezed. “-feathers ruffled by a-” He choked on another laughing-wheeze, sputtering and leaning on his concerned sister for support. “-A kriffin kid!”

Jec rolled his eyes, grabbing his bag and heading for the door. “Come on you two.”

“Alright! alright!” Lepia chuckled, gently shoving her brother away and walking ahead.

Axolt shook his head with a smile, following the others.

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