The Forgotten Elite

Gene relaxed as the Outlaw Star exited grappling mode. “20 against 1. What a fight!”

“Aw man we just got the ship upgraded and cleaned up. I really don’t want to see those repair bills now.” Jim said resting his forehead on his hand.

“But there’s nothing more energizing than a good fight,” Aiasha said pumping her fist into the air.

“Sorry to cut in,” Melfina said, “but an unidentified fighter is hailing us.”

“Hailing us? Who? Where?” Gene said looking around franticly for some sort of incoming weapons.

“Gene? Would you like me to respond or are you going to give him the cold shoulder?”

“Oh, com hailing. Yeah put him through.” Gene squinted at the image in front of him there was a helmet of a make he didn’t know as well as the symbols on it, the visor at the angle of the camera gave of a blue glare so the pilots eye and other facial features remained hidden, to add to all this there seem to be smoke rising from the left side of the screen.

“This is the Flight Commander of fighter corps 001, please allow me to dock with your ship.” The figured said in a slightly strained voice.

“Wha... why...you... even if I had a docking bay why should I let you on board?” exclaimed Gene still a little touchy about being jumped by the pirate (?) ships.

“Pardon me Gene,” interrupted Gilliam, “but I do have a docking bay.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you bucket of bolts?” screamed Gene.

“You never asked,” the computer replied simply.

“Fine,” than to the pilot, whose head had drooped a little and seemed to be shaking in pain, “that still doesn’t give me a reason to let you on my ship.”

“Please, let me on, my ship is damaged and I’m badly wounded.” The voice came through the com system filled with agony.

“Wait!” said Gene, “you mean those ships where after you?”

“Yes,” came the reply, “they where trying to capture me and they almost succeed until you showed up.” There was a little vibration of the image and the smoke turned to a dark black.

“Gene, let him on,” to Genes surprise it wasn’t Melfina nor Jim who said it but Aisha, “Gene, now.” She said a little more forcefully her eyes not leaving the screen.

Gene taken back by this nodded, “You, Flight Commander of whatever, get on now before I change my mind.

“Thank you,” the screen winked out.

“You better have a good reason for this Aisha,” said Gene as they walked to the hanger bay by following Gilliam’s instructions.

“I do,” she responded, “those symbols on the helmet, it took awhile for me to remember, but it’s the symbol of the Ctral-Ctral elite.”

"Never heard of them,” said Jim.

“No reason that you should of, they are extremely secretive about their existence.”

“Than how do you know?” asked Gene. “I think I knew someone who went into the elite,” Aisha said shrugging, “I dunno.” Opening the secret hatch they entered a hanger bay that seemed way to large for the space it occupied, and right in the middle of it was a pot marked fighter of no type any of them had seen before, just setting down. The cockpit hissed and opened the pilot stood up, took his helmet off and put it under his left arm. Jim felt Aisha tense because the pilot wasn’t a Ctral-Ctral but a human. Giving a crisp salute with his right hand which reviled a gaping hole in the side of his blood stained flight suit the pilot said, “On the behalf of the Ctral-Ctral elite I would like to offer my...” but he never got a chance to finish for what ever strength that he was using to hold him self up escaped him. The helmet fell from his limp arm flowed closely by his body. The helmet clattered but the pilots body never hit Aisha with surprising speed caught the man right before he hit.

“Jim go get the bacta tank ready,” Gene said, happy that he had installed the new super healing agents and equipment in the Outlaw Star last port. As Jim ran ahead of Gene and Aiasha, Gene looked at her and was surprised by the look that he saw, 'What kind of look is that?' He thought, 'It isn’t hate, despise, nor even the slightest touch of anger.' By that time they had reached the med ward and Gene busied himself by helping Jim with the tank as Aisha laid the pilot down and walked off.
“What’s her problem?” asked Jim “Search me,” Gene said as he started to fill the tank with the transport green bacta.

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