MLP Star Wars: Rainbow Dash sidestory part 3 UNFINISHED

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>Be Rainbow Dash, you were having a pretty fun night with your pals Pinkie and Gilda before you and Gild managed to get on each other’s nerves
>and then that asshole, the Biker showed up, and everything went from bad to worse
>Now Gilda’s being carted away to get sold off to Jedi Hunters just so this nutcase can buy himself a new bike?
>To Hell with that!
>You’re RAINBOW DASH!
>If that loser thinks he can do this to your friend  and get away with it then he’s got another thing coming!
>You flip onto your stomach and crawl over to the shuttered bar
>Moving slowly onto your knees, you reach out for the bar, leveraging on it for support as you move to your feet
>Your vision is still blurred as you move to your feet, making your knees weak
>Images of the fight start to flash through your head
>Gilda had that fierce look in your eyes, you don’t think you’ll ever forget it
>You cared about her, and could really have a fun time with her, but sometimes the way she acted toward you and the way she treated everyone else around her...
>You questioned whether she actually cared about you or just cared about herself
>You grit your teeth
>Your hands balling into fists
>Your entire body starts to tremble in anger
”Hang on Gilda!  I’m going to save you!”
>You felt an arm drape over your neck, a cool hand resting on top of your shaking fist
>You twist your head to find yourself face to face with Pinkie Pie, her calmed but determined gaze meeting your wild fury
>”We’ll save her Dash.  Together!”

>Be Pinkie Pie
>The stars and birdies flying around your head are starting to disappear with each step you take with Rainbow Dash
>You both prop each other up as you walk out of the cantina
>You were unconscious for most of what happened back there but Dash quickly fills you in on what you’ve missed
>Needless to say, you’re pretty worried
>Gilda and you never really got along great, though you really hoped that maybe she would start to warm up to you tonight
>You can’t say you honestly like her, but she’s a fellow Jedi!
>You can’t let the Jedi Hunters get a hold of her!
>You look over to Dash as you stand out in the street, seeing the deadly look in her gaze
>You feel a bit concerned about her too
>Dash was one of the few real friends Gilda had at the academy, and although they could be pretty rough with each other it was clear that they cared about one another a lot, despite what they said.
>Dash takes a step back, removing herself from your grip
>She shakes her head a bit and after a moment she looks to be able to stand and walk around without your help just fine
“So where do we start?  We know what he looks like, and we know he didn’t leave too long ago, but how do we find-“
>”THERE!”
>You twist your head around to look where she is pointing and see a man in rags slumped on the ground off near an alleyway

>Dash runs over to the man with you only a few steps close behind her
>Up close you see that the man is a Rodian, his large black eyes staring aimlessly at the wall in front of him
>”Hey!  You see a big guy wearing a purple Biker helmet and a plate of scratched up armor?”
>The rodian groans as he shuffles his body on the ground as he twists toward you two
>You can’t tell with him and his big lidless eyes, but you got the impression that the man might have been sleeping
>”I might have seen someone like that girlie… I see a lot men walk by my corner, but I got a pretty bad memory these days.  Maybe a couple credits will help me remember yes?  Or maybe you might have some Deathsticks for-“
>Rainbow Dash reached down for the man by his collar and lifted him up off the ground, shoving him against the wall
>”HAVE YOU SEEN HIM OR NOT!”
>”ACK!  PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!  I KNOW NOTHING! PLEASE!”


>The look on Dash’s face is enough to make your blood run cold
>You don’t think you’ve ever seen her look this angry before
>You place a comforting hand onto her shoulder and calmly speak into her ear
>”Dash, he can’t help us.  Let him go.”
>She looks at you, her fiery expression softening slightly as she drops the poor rodian onto the ground
>She stuffs her hands into her coat pockets as she walks away from the beggar down the sidewalk
>She doesn’t speak a word but she seems to be lost in her thoughts
>It pains you to see her like this
>You try to think of some way that you can help her, some way of tracking and rescuing Gilda but nothing comes to mind
“Dash… we might be over our heads here.  Maybe we should go back to the temple, get some help?
>She glances at you, seeming to mull over your words for a moment before shaking her head
>”It would take us hours to get back to the temple.  Gilda may not have that long.  That guy could be anywhere by then!”
>Rainbow takes her hands out of her pockets and begins jogging down the street
“Come on!  There has to be someone around here that’s seen them!”
>You raise your hand for her to stop but she is already sprinting off
>With little idea of what else to do or say, you reluctantly run off after your friend


>Be Gilda
>Fuck your head hurts
>Fuck your everything hurts
>You’ve been drinking, and fighting, and apparently losing
>You wrench your eyes open to find you are in a pretty dark place
>you can’t make out where exactly, and you find it a bit hard to keep your eyes open for very long, but you do see a light
>Some kind of holoscreen, but there’s something big blocking it
>”20,000 credits, no less”
>That voice
>You’ve never heard that before, who’s-
>”Listen, I don’t know how many offers you’ve gotten so far, not a lot I’d wager, but I’m out here in the middle of Coruscant, only a couple hours away from their Temple and I’ve managed to bag just what you’ve been hunting.”
>The figure in front of the screen becomes more recognizable, as it leans tall over the large terminal.
>”I think that with all the risks I’ve taken, 20,000 credits is a reasonable offer.”
>It all rushes back to you
>The cantina
>The explosions
>Your fight with that Biker dude
>and now you realize that your hands have been bound in cufflinks and when you try to stand up you shudder as pain envelops your hold body
>You’ve taken one hell of a beating, and you don’t think that headache is going to go away anytime soon
>You slump back against the wall, trying to focus on the light and the man’s voice
>Anything to keep you awake
>The whole thing sounds like a nightmare, and you can’t help but think that your days as a Jedi might be over before it even started
>Your vision starts to grow dark, and the man’s voice begins to grow more distant
>As you begin to fade out of consciousness, you weakly mumble to yourself
>”Dash… get me out of here… Dash…”

>Be Dash, and no matter how many people you heckle at for help, no one these streets seems to have seen the Biker, or your friend Gilda
>You feel like you’re about to lose your mind
>They couldn’t have gone far
>Gotta keep looking
>YOU CAN’T-
>”Dashie, this isn’t working.”
>You see Pinkie walking up beside you
>”Most people won’t even try to talk to us.  We’re not going to find Gilda like this.”
“Well we’ll have to make them talk!”
>”…”
“Someone has to have seen something!  HE BLEW UP A BAR!”
>”Dash…”
“WHAT?”
>”Its not your fault.”
>You stare wide-eyed at Pinkie, any words you were ready to say caught stuck in your throat
>You turn aside as you can’t bear to keep looking at her, only to feel her arms wrap around you in a tight hug
>You feel like you should have seen that coming
>At any rate, you thank the Force that Pinkie is here with you right now
>Her touch is able to calm the storm that’s raging in your head, even if its just for a brief moment
>All your shame and regret seems to momentarily subside when you suddenly feel something come over you
>a strong feeling of… knowing something, of some kind of knowledge
>Is this what they mean when they say they feel a disturbance in the Force?
>Wait, what’s that over there?


>You look up, scanning the night sky.  Dozens of skyscrapers towering all over you.
>Of all these massive buildings one of them looks taller than the others, but in as strange way
>You recall during one of the few times you’ve been able to actually meditate well with one of your friends
>How once you were able to meditate with Applejack in particular, you were able to sense her in a way through the Force
>In some very vague way you feel like you can sense a person like that again
>Looking out toward this building, you think…
>No, you KNOW who you are sensing!
“PINKIE!”
>”huh?”
“I know where she is!”
>You grasp your own arms around your confused looking friend
“I’VE FOUND GILDA!”


SECURITY ALERT
ELEVATOR FLOOR BREACH DETECTED
>”Hm?”
>The terminal feed brought up a clear image of the inside of the building’s elevator in response to being alerted that someone had chosen to access the 85th floor of the tenement building
>The image clearly showed a blue skinned and a pink skinned humanoid standing in the elevator
>the blue one had rainbow colored hair and her hands were firmly gripping two small metal cylinders
”BLAST IT!”
>The Biker’s fist crashed down on the terminal, disrupting the camera feed
>He rose out of his seat, running over to a closet where he picked up a large blaster rifle which he slung over his shoulder
>He then picked up a belt carrying a half-dozen thermal detonators and buckled it around his wait
>He reached out and grabbed a small blade, clicking a switch which caused it to vibrate before unclicking it and sheathing it in his belt
>Reaching down once more he picked up a small cylinder, which he examined shortly before stuffing into his belt
’Not a REAL one, but surely worth a few credits'
>Finally, as he walked past his terminal he grasped a large purple helmet which he fastened to his head
>He stopped before his unconscious prisoner, tapping her with his foot
“Time to go birdbrain.”

>You glanced behind yourself as the elevator slowly inched its way up the building, looking out over the dark city before you
>Maybe you had forgotten how dangerous this planet could be, but your friends’ sakes, you weren’t ever going to make that mistake again
>You look down at your lightsabers in your hands
>It had taken you so many tries to get your first training saber built
>Finally passing the second trial made you swell with pride, and the many hours you had spent honing your skill with your weapons made you confident that you could take on just about anything in a fight
>If only you had managed to build a real saber instead of these practice weapons
>Your knew your friend Pinkie, although she never really took combat training all too serious, was also quite skilled with her blades, although she only wielded practice sabers as well
>They would have to do
>The elevator shook as it was suddenly brought to a halt
>The doors however refused to open
>Puzzled, you raised your hand and wrenched the door open with the Force to find that the elevator only reached about halfway up to the 85th floor
>You knew Gilda was up here, and that Biker was with her
>Pinkie quickly hopped up to the floor and reaching down helped you up
>The floor was a mess
>Many of the lights had burnt out, those that remained flickered dimly illuminating the dirty hallways before you
>Many of the rooms on this floor had their doors ajar, revealing dark empty rooms within them
>You knew one of these rooms had to be where the Biker was hiding out, even if the entire floor seemed to be devoid of life

>”I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“Yeah, me too.”
>You and Pinkie both stopped in your tracks before the end of the hallway
>A solitary blast door stood before you two
>You had a feeling that the pull you had originally felt had been leading you to somewhere around here
>Yet, your gut was telling you something quite different right now
>You and Pinkie both ignited your lightsabers and twirled around as the large frame of the Biker crashed through a door to one of the rooms at the opposite end of the hallway
>He held a large Blaster Rifle in his aimed squarely at you
>”Should’ve gone home kid!"


>A hail of blaster bolts lit up the hallway, tearing holes throughout the floor and walls
>You and Pinkie together raised up your sabers and deflected the first several bolts
>The Biker wouldn’t let up with his rifle, taking a few steps forward to keep the pressure on the two Jedi before him
>You wanted to charge right up to him and take him down then and there but the heavy onslaught from his rifle, and the amount of distance between him and you, made such a charge near suicidal
>You instead took a cue from Pinkie, who ducked most of her body into one of the empty rooms, peering her head out and deflecting any shots made at her with her dominant saber
>Even behind cover, the two of you weren’t exactly safe
>The Biker kept pouring out bolts in your general direction, causing parts of the ceiling lights to fall and emit sparks
>A number of blasts even bounced off of the the large blast door on your end of the hallway, nearly cutting into you and Pinkie by surprise
>Then when you were beginning to think you weren’t going to have any cover left,
CLICK!CLICK!CLICK!
>You poked your head out into the hallway in time to see the Biker eject an empty magazine out of his rifle


>Not wasting any time, you ran out into the hallway, sprinting as fast as you could with the Force strengthening you
>Pinkie tumbled out of cover and followed behind you as fast as she could
>The Biker, seeing you two closing in on him, ducked back into the room he had crashed out of
>You cleared most of the hallway in only a few seconds of running and were about ready to pounce on the Biker as he emerged from the room
>At the last second you stopped, seeing Gilda’s unconscious body lying over his shoulder as one arm reached out to you with his blaster rifle
>Not wanting to accidentally strike your friend, or take a whiff from his rifle, you immediately leaped into another empty room as he let out a fresh burst from his blaster
>Pinkie was forced to do the same as the Biker leveled his rifle on her as well
>Instead of devastating the hallway any further though, the Biker began to take a few steps away toward the elevator as he cautiously let out the occasional burst from his rifle
>You and Pinkie kept pace with him, blocking what you could with your sabers before taking cover in a room
>You both had plenty of skill with fighting in duels, though the two of you quickly realized that you hadn’t trained enough in your defensive styles as the Biker was able to keep his distance with controlled bursts from his gun

>Clearing past most of the rooms, you found yourselves back before the elevators
>You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking you had finally managed to corner the man before the broken elevator shaft
”HA!  Nowhere left to run!  Why don’t you give up already?”
>”YEAH!  You're outnumbered and outgunned!  End of the line mister!”
>The Biker responds with another burst of blaster fire in your general direction
>”I don’t give up, and I don’t surrender, especially not to arrogant punks like you.”
>”You want your friend back?”
>Peering out, you saw the Biker kick in a metal fire escape door to a hidden stairwell
>”Come and get her!”
>You jumped out of cover, immediately closing in on the stairwell
>Assuming he immediately charged down the stairs you’re caught off guard by a familiar sounding ‘thud!’ as a brown orb rolled down the steps at your feet
“NOT AGAIN!”
>You twist around and propell yourself out of the way with the Force as you frantically jump back into the hallway,
>You tackled Pinkie Pie to the ground as a great explosion enveloped the stairwell behind you