Saga 'The Mission' *A Chopper and Moteé tale*

Title: The Mission
Characters: Chopper and Moteé
Genre: friendship, war, general
Ratings & Warnings: PG (violence)
Beta: A huge thank you to Cariel for beta reading this for me! *glomps*
Disclaimer:Not mine. None of it.
Author's notes: This tale is a continuation of my tale titled Escapes.


Chopper both loved and hated the mission they had just received. Danger was present, but it was not ever present. He hated it because he had better things to do than play watchdog for another faceless, famous politician. As a representative of one of the republics, more staunch supporters she should have more than enough security of her own without having members of Torrent company adding to it.

Yet General Skywalker had specifically requested Chopper and his brothers to be her protectorates. Jester found it laughable, commenting that her own private army-the nameless, faceless warrior maidens-were more skilled than they were. Chopper begged to differ but kept his thoughts to himself. Jester was involved with one of the said maidens a petite beauty named Yané, and thus was biased in his opinion.

Immediately he was reminded of another warrior maiden. It had been weeks since their paths had crossed at the nightclubs. Chopper wondered how she was managing since that day or if her wounds from the bar brawl had fully healed. He had many regrets in his short life, beating the young woman?s assailants senseless was not one of them.

The senator?s expression was stoic and watchful as studied them while they stood to attention. Satisfied by the respect shown she spoke not a word to them but glanced to the handmaidens at her side.

?The journey will not be easy,? she stated politely. One of the cloaked women replied in equally vague tones, ?We are ready senator.?

It was an exchange of code, one Chopper did not understand. He could almost see Jester smirking from behind his helmet. The scar-faced man scowled to the thought. Something was not right with the senator and he did not appreciate being kept in the dark about it. However, duty demanded his obedience and Chopper reluctantly gave it. It did not stop his good eye from burning into the petite woman?s face as if in silent warning.

The journey from Coruscant to the outer rim was peaceful. Chopper knew enough to know it would not remain that way. The General had an uncanny way of know when trouble was going to hit, a side effect of being a jedi he supposed. Tucked away in a dark corner of the ship he diligently worked on his current project. The droid digit necklace hung heavy between his fingers as he worked on adding to the collection. It was a macabre way to pass the time, even he knew it, yet it eased the burdens of his mind and kept him sane. It did not distract him from the doubts he had about the Naboo senator.

Chopper knew nothing about the woman save her title and the rumours that linked her to the infamous General Skywalker. There was something distinctively familiar about her. The subtle details troubled him most. The lilt of her voice, the dialect of her accent, the way she carried herself and the age in her eyes. She did not have the silent poise of a woman raised into royalty. There was an edge to her that was difficult to ignore. The question remained, if this was not the senator than who was it, why were they posing as her and where was the real senator? Clearly, there was more to this mission than they had been briefed on, and it did little to ease Choppers doubts.

The ships klaxon blared without warning causing the scar-faced clone to jump to his feet. The necklace was promptly placed back on his throat, with his helmet covering his face a moment later. The ship shook violently as a deep rumble echoed through the dark hallway. Sparks exploded from torn wires, while the durasteel walls loudly creaked causing Chopper to curse under his breath, so much for a moment?s rest. He raced down the halls and up the h