Quick Draw

Two hours later, Gar and Sol finally left Master M'tz and the shuttle. V6 connected with the ship and he sent a larger mapped area to Sol. Sol was looking through the map trying to find a place to go to complete their mission.

Breathing in and out, Gar felt the surrounding area. He reached out with the force to observe, commune with, and affect his environment. It was hard, but he knew he would need to drag his skills to another level. 

V6's head swiveled around and twittled from time to time. Sol walked down the road in silence but turned his head occasionally. Forty minutes into their journey they finally saw the outer edges of the city. 

"Finally," Sol muttered. 

"Did you mean to speak out loud?" Gar asked his friend.

"No, I still haven't gotten used to turning the speakers on and off with my eyes," Sol said, but his voice sounded like a combination of the original Boba Fetts' voice plus Christian Bale's Batman.

"How long do you think you can talk like that? Why don't you set up your voice modulator to do that for you automatically?" He tapped on Sol's helmet while Sol waved him off.

"I've been trying to figure that out, but I can't find modulator settings," Sol responded.

"Did you go to the settings section? It looks like a gear," Gar stood in front of his friend. 

"I can't find a gear icon."

"Do you sea an icon of the helmet?"

"Gar, I'm telling you there isn't an icon like that!" Sol was getting annoyed. Other than walking quietly for the last forty minutes, Sol was trying to figure out how to modify his voice. 

"Is there an armor icon or a way to look at your armor?

"The only thing I find with the armor is the armor status icon," Sol stopped to look for anything that might give him a clue. 

"Open the armor status, select the helmet, and see if that gives you access to your helmet functions," Gar explained to his friend.

"Why would they put it there, it's probably a function that isn't -- oh, never mind, I found it," Sol's body sagged a little. 

"See, you should have asked me earlier. I am a Jedi Initiate, after all," turning, Gar was walking toward the city once more. 

"I would have found it eventually," as he spoke Gar's voice took on different pitches, affectations, accents, and sound effects. "This is taking so long, I wonder what kind of voice I should have. Maybe like a mechanical Christian Bale."

"There's no one here who knows about Star Wars, you could do Vader. However, James Earl Jones' voice is too grandiose for a short guy like you," Gar laughed.

"I'm only 17, I'm still growing, who knows how tall I'll get."

"Yeah, you're probably going to be a short King. It's not that I'm looking down on you, but Oh!"

"What?" Sol asked looking around.

"Sorry, I lost sight of you for a second and almost stepped on you," Gar laughed. 

"Dang it Eth -- I mean Gar! I'm trying to be serious here."

"Don't let it bother you, the original Boba Fett was a short guy, but he was one of the coolest guys in the trilogy. Say it!"

"Say what?"

"C'mon Sol, you know what to say," Once more, Gar stopped and looked at his friend in expectation.

Giving up, Sol knew what to say, "He's no good to me dead."

"Almost, you've got to turn down the volume of the voice and make it sound flatter, try it again!" 

"He's no good to me dead."

"Add a little bass to it."

"He's no good to me dead."

"What are you in a well, where'd the echo come from?"

The pair started walking with Sol trying variations on his voice modulator. The two were so focused on getting Sol's voice right that they didn't notice a nearby shadow watching them. 

"I know Sol, why don't you try adding some Megatron into it?"

"Megatron from the movie or the cartoon?"

"Cartoon."

"Which cartoon?"

"Try the G1 original."

"He's no good to me dead."

"No, oh, I know, I know, Galvatron from Transformers the Movie. Do the Nimoy Galvatron!"

"He's no good to me dead," Sol said after a while.

"Say something else, try 'I'll rip out your optics!"

"I'll rip out your optics," Sol mimicked.

"Don't say it in such a bland way, Nimoy's Galvatron was angry. Say it with an angry voice," Gar patted his friend's shoulder.

"I'll rip out your optics! Woah, that sounded awesome!"

"Yes, that's the voice, lock it in. Now, keep to the man of few words bit, but switch between a quiet voice where people have to strain to hear you, and then switch to angry Nimoy. Then your path to the dark side shall be complete!"

"I'm not going for the dark side, I'm a bounty hunter, but tragedy and the struggle to survive have made me blunt and grunt," Sol said.

"The bounty hunter with a heart of gold. Sure, I'm gonna blast you, but it's for a good cause!" 

The two teens laughed back and forth with one another. Finally, Gar felt something through the force and pulled out his DT-57 pointing at the alley they were passing, "All right, come out and identify yourself."

Sol pulled his blaster and pointed at the same shadows, his thermal imaging locked onto the person hiding in the shadows. 

A young girl, around 15, walked out of the alley. She wore jeans, and a white T-shirt with a cartoon frog. White tennis shoes and a strawberry-colored hair clip in her red hair completed the outfit. 

"I think we're all a little too old to play with toys," she laughed pointing at their blasters. Looking at one another, the two put away their blasters. 

"I'm sorry about that, Ms., I hope we didn't frighten you," Gar said with a slight bow.

"Don't worry, I was just curious about why the two of you were dressed in such outlandish clothing," the redhead said. 

"It's not outlandish, this is very standard dress --" Sensing Sol's eyes on him, Gar remembered. "I mean, we're going to a comic con." 

"A comic con, is there one today, I haven't heard about it," the young girl smiled at Gar. 

"Who are you?" An electric Nimoy-sounding voice emitted from Sol. 

"Who am I, shouldn't you boys introduce yourselves first, after all, you pulled out those toy pistols on me and gave me a fright," the girl placed her right hand over her heart and patted it like she was scared. Of course, her smirking laugh gave away her true opinion. 

Straightening up, Gar responded, "My name is Jedi Initiate Gar Finn, my friend's name is Sol Herem. Now, would you introduce yourself?" 

"My name? My name is Natalie, Natalie Rushmore."