Chapter 10:
Hannah
Helping Shmi's Bith friend back to the slave woman's home was a slow affair. Bith bones, apparently, were different from that of humans, less dense, more easily splintered when broken. So keeping his shattered hands away from the rush of Tatooinian citizens that might bump into him or jostle the injuries was difficult at best; especially since most didn't seem to care enough to watch where they were going.
Shmi herself walked nervously; fidgeting at the unwanted attention they were drawing to themselves, and that was enough to put Hannah on edge, which didn't help matters.
Even so, with one step in front of the other, navigating through stretches of road they eventually made it back.
Opening the door, Hanah looked inside, finding thatDennis was awake, sitting at the dinner table. He stood at the sound of the door opening.
"Honestly, when I woke up and didn't find you guys I was a bit worr-oh hell." He blanched at the sight of the clearly injured Bith.
"Come on, Rugess, let's sit you down," Shmi soothed, ushering her friend over towards the living room couch. The blankets and pillows used by Hannah and Dennis were thankfully neatly folded on one side. The boy knew how to be a decent house guest.
The Bith muttered something in his language that Hannah could guess was some form of thanks but she wasn't wholly sure
"You just rest, love. I'll get you something to eat," Shmi promised, and though it was subtle, Hannah could see the glance of worry she tossed towards her kitchen and wondered if the
slave woman had enough to feed so many.
She felt a twisting in her gut and looked to Dennis, who luckily caught her eye as she gestured with a jerk of her head for him to follow her the opposite direction of Shmi heading towards the kitchen, and giving the Bith plenty of room where he lay on the couch.
Once they had some semblance of privacy, Hannah leaned in close to whisper in Dennis' ear, "He fought in that arena yesterday."
Dennis' features scrunched up, then his eyes widened in realization. "
Shit."
She nodded at his rather apt summation.
There was no guarantee Alexandria had been the one to hurt him. But if she was… that might make things more complicated.
Hannah took a breath. "You have another day with Watto, right?"
Dennis nodded. "That's the deal."
"Head out. Finish. If Alexandria heads there rather than here, let her know."
"Got it," he affirmed. "What are you gonna do?"
She turned, looking at the injured Bith and Shmi, fretting in the kitchen. "Help out around here."
(X)(X)(X)
As she'd suspected, Shmi didn't exactly have the
luxury of staying at home all day helping an injured friend. Before long, Watto called for his slave and her work day had to get started.
So Hannah was left to help the injured Rugess.
Before that though, she
needed to bathe. While thick, heavy clothing had done well enough to… smother the smell as it shielded her from the harshness of the desert sands and scorching twin suns; the reality was that she felt
disgusting after so long without a proper shower.
Tattoine, unfortunately, did not have a "proper shower".
Desert planets and water, of course.
What they used instead were
sonic based showers, where thrumming sound waves would quite literally break apart the filth and dead matter.
It was a decidedly…
odd sensation, and she desperately missed the feeling of hot running water, but it was
far better than nothing, scented powders and oils were used as replacements for soaps.
She swore the first chance she had, she was going to soak in a bathtub and not even Alexandria could stop her if she got in her way.
Once she was done cleaning herself she stepped out to start helping Shmi. Or, more specifically, Rugess.
She rebandaged his hands, using clean bandages from a first aid kit Shmi had, tossing away the ratty, bloodied sackcloth they'd been bound in before. She then spoonfed the Bith some porridge, which was… interesting to do to say the least, considering the odd shape of Bith mouths.
In short, if Alexandria had indeed hurt the man she was doing her best to make up for it, even if just by proxy.
She couldn't understand his language-but clearly he could understand her-and while he spoke and mimed his best to communicate through charades, she never got the feeling he was asking for something specific but rather asking about
her through the impressions.
So she answered. She needed to practice their supposed cover story anyway.
"Our ship was destroyed in a crash along the Jundland Wastes," she answered, remembering one of the first bits of this planet's local norms: don't go to the Jundland Wastes. "So we're stuck here until we can afford transport off-world. Dennis is doing odd jobs, as you can tell, and I'm…" the words stuck in her throat, "...a bounty hunter."
Rugess nodded, mumbling something else she didn't understand, then raised his injured hands. She could guess he was referring to his job.
"Shmi said you were some sort of engineer?" Hannah prompted. He nodded, more enthusiastically now, his bulbous head making him look rather comical as he started talking in a rapid fire staccato of gibberish that was somehow even funnier.
It made her smile, seeing someone clearly passionate about their work, even as a slave.
It made her hate the industry all the more, as if she needed another reason; how all they saw were the injuries that supposedly made him "useless", rather than someone who obviously loved what he did and likely did it well as a result.
Suddenly, however, he stopped speaking, his head turning towards the door as though he heard something
Biths, apparently, had very sharp hearing because abruptly there was indeed a knock on the door.
"Militia."
Alexandria.
Shit.
She stood up, ready to intercept the woman and hopefully tell her what the situation might
possibly be when Rugess started, for lack of a better term,
freaking out.
He patted Hannah's hands with his wrists, seemingly trying to grab hold of her. His sentences spilled out of his mouth in a word vomit that, even if she understood the language, would have been difficult to follow.
Did he recognize Alexandria's voice? Or was it something else?
"It's ok. It's ok, calm down," she implored, and his rapid sentences ceased but his wrists pressed tightly together, pinching her hand between them.
Another knock.
"Militia."
"I'm here," she answered, and she felt Rugess stiffen.
Alexandria took her acknowledgement as permission to come in, opening the door a second later.
Quick on the uptake as ever, the flying brick took one look around the room and seemed to realize exactly what was wrong. The moan of despair Rugess let out before trying to hide on the other side of the couch likely helped her deductions.
"... Shit," Militia heard her mutter under her breath.
It was… an apt summation of the situation.
(X)(X)(X)
When Shmi returned, she… hid her displeasure well. But it
was there, hiding beneath a veneer of calm and disquieting false serenity, her face blank with pointed politeness.
Shmi had joked the other day that she was used to taking care of children and now, somehow, Hannah felt very much like a child talking to a disappointed parent.
"We didn't know-" she tried to explain
again.
"I understand," Shmi said, speaking softly. "You needed credits."
She cringed.
Rugess was sitting on the couch, almost curled in on himself, staying far, far away from Alexandria
"We did," Alexandria answered with a cold,
flat tone that made Hannah wince. "I'm sorry I hurt your friend, but we had our needs as well."
"And now you've met those," Shmi answered. "I suppose you'll be on your way, then?"
She didn't need to say the obvious: they would be leaving her friend-and her-holding the proverbial bag.
Alexandria's lips twisted in displeasure. "If you want us to leave…" She began. "We will leave."
Hannah's stomach
turned.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Heroes
help people. They don't just leave others to pick up the
collateral.
They weren't like that. They were
supposed to be better.
"Let's take him with us."
Hannah blinked for a moment, having forgotten Dennis was here. All eyes rounded on the boy, who'd been standing quietly beside the dining room table.
He returned their gazes evenly; then shrugged. "Between the bounty and the arena, we have eighteen thousand credits. Off-world transport is a few hundred for each person; I checked. We can afford to take him off this dustbowl at the very least." He turned, looking at Shmi, and Hannah could tell he was thinking about extending the offer to her.
Shmi caught his thinking too.
"You don't need to take me," she said, turning towards Alexandria. "Rugess has no master and he's a skilled engineer. He can be useful to you."
Hannah turned, looking towards Alexandria in hopeful silence.
Alexandria's lips curled, and she turned away. "I'll remind the both of you that we don't know where we are, how far we can stretch this money,
where the next proverbial paycheck will come from, or how much we'll need in the future. This…," She gestured between herself and the two slaves in the house, "is regrettable, but it's not…," she paused, "our problem."
Hannah knew, objectively, that all of that was true. And yet…
"This is wrong," she said, almost whispering the words beside the woman.
A muscle in Alexandria's jaw jumped, seemingly grinding her teeth. She turned, looking towards Dennis, and Hannah saw the boy meeting her gaze unflinchingly, almost
glaring at the Triumvirate member.
Alexandria stared at him for a good,
long moment. Then turned away, Militia could feel her mentor's eyes passing over her as well.
She took in the room, weighing her options and Hannah wondered if her saying anything would even sway her.
There was a time, once, where this conversation wouldn't have happened. Where Alexandria would have been the first to make Dennis' suggestion. But that time had long since passed.
It died with Hero
"Fine," Alexandria bit out and Hannah felt a knot uncoil from her chest. Turning to look at the Bith, who straightened in obvious surprise in his seat. "We'll take you off world with us."
The alien started rapid fire talking again, and for the first time since she returned home, Shmi's stony, disappointed facade cracked and a small, relieved smile slipped through.
"Now, let's decide where exactly we're going to actually
go," their commander said next, and Hannah realized that, indeed, she had no idea where they were going.
Taking a seat by Shmi's dining room table Alexandria sighed, and for a moment Hannah thought the woman dearly wished she could remove her helmet.
"As Dennis so eloquently put it," she began, "we have eighteen thousand credits. With that, we can easily afford off-world transportation. I'd like to head towards the center of galactic power. Consensus states that it is a planet called Coruscant. But there are no transports that will take us from Tatooine
to Coruscant directly." She turned towards Rugess and Shmi. "So you tell us: What would be our best route to actually reach Coruscant?"
The Bith started speaking, with Shmi translating for him. "Rugess asks what you're hoping to find on Coruscant."
"Information," Alexandria answered quickly. "Where we are, how we got here, a means to get back. Likely we won't find it on Coruscant, but as the center of this… Galactic Republic, it's bound to get us
some leads."
Again, Rugess spoke and Shmi translated for him.
"Sounds like you just need a Holoet connection." Shmi cleared her throat. "He says that Coruscant is a planet of quintillions of people. You'll never find anything there. Other worlds might help more."
"Such as?" She wasn't dismissive of the idea, but rather genuinely curious.
Rugess answered.
"Alderaan, Naboo and Mandalore," Shmi translated, before she grew pensive and added her own comment. "The people who took my son came from Naboo." She smiled, a wistful turn to her lips. "He says that those planets have less traffic, and the people there are known to be cultured and diplomatic. They have libraries and can perhaps give you some help."
"And I suppose they have good medics that can help heal those hands," Alexandria observed.
Rugess' head bowed but he didn't deny it.
Hannah's one time mentor sighed "What can you tell us about these worlds and their people?"
"Naboo is a peaceful world," Shmi said, not waiting for Rugess to answer. "But they've… recently been attacked by the Trade Federation. I'm unsure as to the details, or how that's been resolved. They may be less trusting of outsiders, given that."
When Rugess next spoke, Shmi added, "Alderaan is considered to be one of the most peaceful planets in the galaxy. Their people are said to be very kind and welcoming. Of all the planets, you might be most welcome there. And Mandalore was once a very warlike planet, but they have recently been preaching pacifism under the New Mandalorians."
"Have you ever been to any of these places?" Hannah asked.
Rugess nodded.
"Mandalore," Shmi said for him. "It was a long time ago, before he came to be a slave."
"Might be good to show up with someone who knows the locals a bit," Dennis muttered. Militia couldn't disagree.
Alexandria looked to both of her fellow Protectorate-affiliated heroes in turn, seemingly making certain that
they were certain.
They weren't, of course. They were all flying equally blind.
But at least now they had a direction.
"Alright then." She nodded. "Mandalore it is."
(X)(X)(X)
Spaceports don't close.
Rather obvious, really. Airports didn't close back home, so why should spaceports.
So it was, before the twin suns of Tatooine were even cresting over the distant crags, hills and dunes, with the light barely casting glimmers of gray across the sky that Hannah, Dennis and Alexandria found themselves at the Mos Eisley Spaceport.
Everything that they had could fit in a
single suitcase. Alexandria had used some of their eighteen thousand credits to purchase two changes of clothes for each of them, three "communicators" that were the equivalent of phones or walkies, and two dataslates that would connect to the HoloNet once they reached a system with a proper uplink.
That was it. Even Rugess had a suitcase for
himself, rather than a shared one between him and two other people
It really was… dismaying.
If something happened to them, any of them, in this place, this galaxy… there was not even a full suitcase to mark they were ever here.
Shmi saw them off, offering Rugess a hug and whispering reassurances to her friend as Alexandria went to the clerk to purchase their tickets.
The slave woman pulled away, turning to look at Dennis and offering him a soft smile.
Dennis, as genuine as she'd ever seen him, stretched out his hands, taking Shmi's in his grip and shaking them. "Thank you. For everything," he said, sincerely.
"It was no trouble. And you're helping Rugess," Shmi noted. "You've paid me back many fold, truly."
She noted Denis shift from foot to foot, his hands still holding onto Shmi's and she could
read the question on his face, feel it bubbling up to the surface, the
offer he was just about to give.
She knew what she
should do. She knew she should interrupt, stop him, or at least, consult with Alexandria, try to convince her before Dennis made an offer he couldn't keep… or resent Alexandria for not keeping.
That's what she
should do.
"We can come back."
She didn't recognize she spoke, not until Dennis and Shmi turned to look at her.
She startled herself… then realized it was true.
"We can come back," she repeated. "Alexandria's right that… things are very precarious now. But once we know, once we're more familiar…" They'd gotten eighteen thousand credits in three days. Who's to say what would happen in three months? In three years. "We can come and fr-"
"My son said the same," Shmi interrupted, that soft,
quiet little smile back in place. That expression that said she knew something they didn't. "He dreamed of going off-world, becoming a Jedi and returning to free all the slaves of Tatooine. Ekkreth come to life."
It was wistful, like a faded dream, a childhood fairy tale.
She shook her head.
"You don't have to come back for me," Shmi whispered. "My son is free, my friend is free. Yes, I am a slave. But that is enough."
…
"We'll come back for you." Again, she hadn't realized she'd spoken, not until Dennis nodded and added, "Yeah. We'll get you to see an ocean planet before we head back home."
There was laughter in Shmi's eyes, a faded dream… another indulgent childhood fantasy.
"Perhaps you will be Ekkreth," Shmi muttered before bringing Dennis' hands up to kiss his knuckles, and then doing the same for Hannah's.
"Go," she urged. "Go and find your way back home."
They would find their way back. Hannah had to have faith in that.
That didn't mean they couldn't return to keep their promise along the way.
(X)(X)(X)
As promised, by Chapter 10, everyone is off their respective planets
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Also, for those of you curious:
Yes Ekkreth is a cameo/homage name drop from the excellent "Double Agent Vader" fanfic series. Easilly one of the best SW Fanfics ever written IMO.