41 Kemro, The Fat Slug

{I've got some new and fresh ideas for this story, and after this chapter and the next one, they will be considerably shorter. It's easier for me to write 700 words than 1500. I'm also moving this story to my P-a-t-r-e-o-n, so if you want to read advanced chapters then head there. The link is https://www.p-a-t-r-e-o-n.com/easyread, remember to remove the dashes.}

~~~(POV: Nathan Opal)~~~

~~~(Location: Nar Shaddaa)~~~

I look on as a part of the area I was in collapses. I lift my ship out of the way and hold it with one hand. I see a landing pad out of the way of the damage, and I push the ship off of that landing pad and place mine on it. I turn and face towards the northern directions. Kemro won't know I'm coming now since all the people that knew I was here are dead now. I look out over the edge and see the great similarities that Nar Shaddaa has to Coruscant. Not enough world for the people coming to it. I leap from the building I'm on and soar through the air. I spend several minutes clearing great distances and making my way to the VIP airspace that Kemro has decided to occupy. Who knows, maybe after I try and be peaceful, he'll not force me to rip his yacht out of the sky.

After a little while, I see the red light district and an extravagant-looking yacht floating above it. A single port has ships coming and going from it to the yacht, so that's my next stop. I leap so more buildings till I reach said port. After I land, I can see many bounty hunters and smugglers move away and put their hands on their blasters. "Who's in charge around here?" I calmly demand the crowd that's looking at me. After a couple of seconds, a big Wookie comes out of the crowd and begins to growl and bark at me. If this is the guy in charge, then I'm going to have a problem. He's getting angrier and angrier too. I wave my hand at him, and he goes flying off the port while howling. I can feel that everyone is even more on edge now. "Someone more reasonable would be nice." No one steps forward.

I sigh and force pull my lightsaber into my hand. "Okay, we are going to do this the hard way. I'm going to kill you all, one by one until someone in charge steps forward. I don't believe a racist like a Hutt would put a Wookie in charge." Many look between each other, contemplating the seriousness of the claim. Some decide to pull their blasters out. I force grip them and throw them off the edge too. "I can see this is going nowhere. Time to bring Kemro to me." I quickly use a force repulse and see bounty hunters flying off the edge or hitting the wall hard enough that I can hear their bones crack. I stand on the edge of the port and look up and see the yacht. I hold out my left hand and grip it with the force. I start to pull it toward me at a fast pace.

Parts of it are getting bent or damaged from my grip on it. "That's enough!" I hear a voice behind me, and it has an imperial accent. It's female too. I keep pulling the ship towards the port regardless of the voice. I lower and twist the ship with my hand so the ramp lines up with port. I crush the engines as they light up in an attempt to flee. Now they can't go anywhere. "Please! Don't do anything you might regret!" I use my right hand to grip the person behind me and bring her in front of me. She is stiff as I limit her movement with the force. I hang her off the edge. I'm not going to drop her yet, but this is too important to try and get in the way. After a few more seconds, the ship is now ported, and I walk on with the imperial lady floating at my side.

As I enter the yacht, countless goons come around the corner up ahead, but I shove them all against the back wall of the hall and crush them. I hear the Imperial groan in disgust. "I'll talk with you after I'm done with Kemro." I don't allow her to say anything, but I keep her floating at my side. I kill more and more goons as I get closer to the lounge. I don't have to use my lightsaber for guys at this level. I see giant doors up ahead, and I force push them off their hinges. I see the fat Hutt sitting on his podium. Barking orders to guards in Huttese. I grip all the guards in the room and float them in the air. Keeping them locked in their current positions. "We have some things to talk about Kemro, use basic, I don't know Huttese." He squints his giant eyes at me and looks around the room at all the people that are supposed to protect him.

He sighs and rubs his chest with his tiny arms. "What do you want? I've never had someone with so much gall to attack my personal Yacht before. You're familiar though, I've seen your face somewhere." He has a deep voice and waits for me to speak.

I walk up so we can talk better. I stand just below the podium. "An imperial by the name of Jacob Plour came through here. It's also possible that he used a different name." As I say this, the female imperial begins to groan to get our attention. I drop her, and she hits the ground hard. She stands up and fixes her uniform.

She walks up beside me, and I see both Kemro and her exchange looks. "I'm imperial intelligence officer Maria Nern. I was sent here by my superiors to talk to you about Jacob Plour." I turn towards her aggressively, and she takes a step back, holding up her hands. "If you want to see your parents alive, you'll hear what I have to say." As she utters those words, every person locked in my force grip gets crushed into heaps of flesh and bone. "I know that you're after your parents. They had vital information regarding a republic superweapon. Little did we know what the superweapon actually was. Before Jacob Plour disappeared off the radar, he left a file with Kemro. I came here to get it. You beat me to it, though." It takes all my willpower not to crush her.

The ship groans as the force tries to find other things to target in my anger. "Give me the file Kemro, if you don't. I'll kill you." I threaten the Hutt, and he stays silent and squints his eyes. A second later, he presses a button on his podium, and a droid comes out with a datapad. The droid hands it to me. It's the full unclassified report regarding 'The Apex.' Jacob actually found a copy, which means this was his last stop. Not his first. I start reading, and as I do, everything about the republic is turned into a lie for me.

[Classified documents regarding 'The Apex.']

[Once we discovered that Midi-Chlorians were directly linked to a being's force sensitivity, we started tests on any blood samples we had of Jedi or force-sensitive creatures. After our initial tests of the run-of-the-mill Jedi Knights, their Midi-Chlorian counts were around 9 to 10 thousand a cell. Once we had confirmed our hypothesis, we asked the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, Satele Shan, to begin testing all force users or potential force users to find out if we can recruit new force-sensitives faster than the Sith can.]

[After a few months of testing, we found out many of the strongest in the order have Midi-Chlorian counts above 15,500 per cell. The limit seems to be between 16 and 18 thousand. After showing Satele Shan these results, she authorized the testing of younglings and initiates since we have a definitive link between the force and the Midi-Chlorians. That's when we discovered Nathan Opal.]

[Nathan Opal has become an entire department of study in the new Midi-Chlorian discovery. At the age of 10, his connection to the force was reported to be, for lack of a better term, Godly. The Grandmaster of the Order, who has one of the highest counts of Midi-Chlorians at 17,100, is dwarfed by Nathan Opal's Midi-Chlorian count. The test results show a maximum count of 120,000 per cell. 120,000 is the absolute limit the testing machine has.]

[This discovery has led us to a conclusion. If Satele Shan is one of the strongest beings in the galaxy with a Midi-Chlorian count of 17,100. Then Nathan Opal has the potential to become, well, a god. As stated before. The few republic leaders that monitor our research have asked if Nathan Opal can be turned into a weapon against the Sith Empire. My superior talked with these leaders, and they have begun plans to turn Nathan Opal into a superweapon. This entire subject has a separate research department now and despite my concerns. The leaders decided not to tell the Jedi.]

[All research on Nathan Opal is now being done by the research team in charge of 'The Apex.' project AKA Nathan Opal.]

I look at Kemro and see his calm expression. "I've read it myself. Now I know where I recognized you from. You're the superweapon 'The Apex.' I can help you find Jacob if you let me live, of course." I nod my head and turn my attention to the Imperial known as Maria Nern. You can see the fear on her face.

She looks at Kemro. "We had a deal, Kemro!" Kemro laughs the same way all Hutts do. I pick her up with the force and begin to crush her.

She looks at Kemro in desperation. "Deals change, Maria. You Imperials should know that better than anyone." Kemro responds with the Hutt's favorite words. I crush her, and she explodes in bloody horror. I look at Kemro, and he smiles. "I have a feeling we are going to be good partners." As much as I don't want to work with a Hutt, I'm going to have to.