This is my first fanfic that I'm posting here, so if it's terrible that's why. XD Also, full disclaimer: this fanfic takes on a One Canon approach, so you'll see some aliens and stuff from the newer films, amongst other things. CHAPTER 1: HISTORY IN THE MAKINGAboard the AA-9 freighter, Jedi Knight Naiya sat in meditation. She had taken solo missions before, of course, but this one would be different from her past experiences. She was tasked with infiltrating the Behemoth, which was launching in only a few short hours. A vanity project of the Mutdah family, the Behemoth is the largest commercial vessel ever made. Many kilometers long, it will serve as the top vacation destination for the galaxy’s #1 percent: all the famous actors and heads of companies and local governments as well as politicians. It was the last group that brought her here. Specifically, one politician by the name of Mardos Sayul. A Senator representing the Adari Sector, Sayul was long suspected to have more greed than morals. Suspicion alone isn’t enough to necessitate action, but when the daughter of the Senator of Ryloth is kidnapped while passing through the Adari Sector, combined with some very suspect quotes from Sayul about said kidnapping… That bares investigation. Despite Jedi not being unallowed passage, the Council thought it wise to send an undercover agent, so as to not alert Sayul. Her papers were all in order, if anyone looks too closely, they will see only “Jezamine Kriel” a wealthy banker of no real importance to the big scheme of things. She exhaled as the freighter docked with the massive pleasure ship. She will find out if Sayul is behind the kidnapping, and she will rescue Esli Montrose. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she failed. /// Dessh Roost was incredibly excited. As a recent graduate, he never imagined that he would have the honor of flying escort to such a historic vessel. Of course, there was some sense in it. He graduated the New Academy for Space Pilots among the top of his class and while he didn’t like to boast he did take pride in his flying skills. So, when the call went out and he was recommended by his old flight instructor (he made a mental note to thank Ji-Ning in person as a holo wouldn’t do justice) it wasn’t too surprising that he got a high-profile gig. What was surprising was the sheer size and scope of the Behemoth. It was truly an honor to protect and serve th- “Sir!” Dessh was shaken out of his thoughts. Realizing that he was at the front of the line, he quickly straightened his back. “My apologies ma’am! Won’t happen again.” The lady behind the desk, a particularly mean-looking Blood Carver, glared bloody murder over her spectacles. “I’ve been calling your name for a full minute! Old Ones take us if we have to rely on your quick wits to save us from danger.” Deesh took the harsh words without outwardly reacting. He had been through worse at the academy. She was right though. He did need to focus more on his job and less on the circumstances around it. “I have my papers here.” “About time Horn Head!” The slur stun, but he let it slide. There will always be people like that, he told himself. Handing her his papers, she directed him to one of the auditoriums onboard. Alright then. He thought to himself as he began the long walk to the correct turbolift. Here we go. The first day of the rest of your life. /// “I want to visit the zoo first!” “No! He always gets his way! I want to see what holodramas are showing!” “I’m hungry.” “Don’t be such a baby!” Rannek Obdris gave a weary sigh. When he signed up for this trip, he had imagined him taking it alone, but his ‘darling’ wife would not have it… “DAD!! Jesse’s poking me again!” “AM NOT!! DAD!! Maris is lying again!” At the sudden yelling, Murgh covered his ears with his hands and began grinding his teeth, unable to take all the noise. Rannek narrowed his eyes at his three children. “Be quiet. You’re making a scene.” When that didn’t work, he fell back on his tried-and-true strategy: the one thing all three of them liked. “If your quiet, I’ll buy you all some Nectrose Freeze.” That worked, and the three of them quieted down, looking up at him with their big, lying eyes. Truth is, he despised all of them. “You better keep your promise this time, or else you’re going to be quite unpopular around here.” Muttered his wife as she sipped more Corellian wine. He hated her as well. Taking a deep breath, he forcefully calmed himself down as he looked around. Luckily, no one was paying them much mind, despite that outrageous outburst. “All right. Our room is this way.” He marched ahead, his family trailing behind him. Despite everything, Rannek felt confident that he would be able to make the most of his vacation. If only Maris hadn’t broken that useless nanny droid… /// Dessh was glad that he wouldn’t be spending most of his time out in the main lobbies and plaza-sized hallways. He was quickly becoming very overwhelmed as he made his way to the correct turbolift. If the escalator the size of a spaceship didn’t intimidate him (and it did), the myriad of different species, most of which he had never seen, certainly did. Pushing past a group of chatty Chadra-Fan, Dessh nearly ran into a lumbering Bufopel engaged in what sounded like a debate about mathematics with a well-dressed Gotal. The two of them didn’t notice him, too wrapped up in their conversation. Dessh brushed himself off and, spying the doors to the turbolift, quickly made for them. As the doors started to close, he cursed under his breath. “Come on! No, no, no!!” Suddenly, a hand jutted out and caught the doors before they could close on him. Reaching the turbolift, Dessh gave a sigh of relief. “Going down?” Asked the man who held the doors, a slight smile on his face. Dessh chuckled. “Yes, actually. Thank you, I was worried I was going to miss the orientation.” Dessh looked at the man, realizing that he was a Human. Or, at the very least, Near-Human. Some of those related races confused him. Recalling an embarrassing moment at the academy, where he thought his Tholothian classmate was a Human in a headdress, he decided not to push the issue, despite the man’s non-matching eyes making him think that he was Near-Human. “Orientation?” The man asked, looking curious. “Ah, yes. I’m going to be one of the pilots flying escort.” The man perked up, a wide smile appearing. “You don’t say! Well, how about that, it looks like we’re going to be flying together then.” It took a moment for Dessh to realize what he meant. “Oh! Your flying escort as well? Go figure!” He extended his hand, which the man took. “Dessh Roost.” “Darin Mavr.” /// Cynthia Broom was Queen of the Clouds, as far as she was concerned. Of course, one must always be professional while on the job, and she was. Can’t have short-sighted stupidity jeopardize the outcome. Especially not when a prize of this magnitude was on the line. And she made sure the others knew so as well, threating violent death when needed. “Port in a Storm.” She ordered, chuckling. “And don’t water it down now!” The bartender, a friendly-looking Iyra, nodded two of his eyestalks as his tentacles begin preparing her drink. The Behemoth, she thought to herself as she leaned on the bar, has four thousand, seven hundred and twenty passengers. That’s not including droids, staff or members of the crew. Of those four thousand, seven hundred and twenty passengers were some of the richest most popping individuals this side of the galaxy. She rested her head in her gloved hand, a look of deep satisfaction coming over her. So much money. The things she could do with that…It almost makes one believe in the supernatural. The mystic mumblings of the Jedi or the mad ravings of Hextrophon and his feverish devotees. But no. She knew better. Growing up alone on the streets of Metellos taught her at a very young age that only fools put their trust in some higher power. That’s why she was here. To pull off the “crime of the millennium” as her employer so dramatically put it. And why not? She thought to herself. Of all work to take pride in, this is the one. “Here ya go!” The Iyra slid the drink over to her. “Much obliged!” She drowned the burning drink down. “…Special occasion?” Asked the Iyra. “I’m about to be very rich.” Replied Cynthia with a devious grin.