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Shadow-Phoenix-Rider — Chasing the Lark: Part 7
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The Captain sure moves around a lot. Corso thought to himself as he heard her shift her weight again on the couch, her clothes hissing against the fabric. I guess that couch ain't too comfy, though.
He looked out towards the doorway again, resuming his vigil. The only thing he saw was some people quietly moving the bounty hunters' bodies away as quietly and stealthily as they could, and aside from that, no-one ever entered the hallway separating Darmas's room from the main cantina, even few people even passed by the doorway. But still, Zavvi had given him a job, and he'd do it, despite the fact he could feel his mind numb with boredom. He could check Sparky again...But he'd been in perfect condition, and he wasn't risking taking Zavvi's weapons off her.
He felt her roll over, her head brushing the part of his dreadlocks that were all bunched up in a knot. He felt a blush heat his face, and Corso turned his head slightly, seeing her on the edge of the couch from the corner of his eye.
He thought little of it until he felt her begin to tilt. Knowing what was coming, Corso spun around, just managing to plant one hand on her belly and the other on her thighs to catch her before she fell, jarring the Twi'lek awake.
Corso was blushing bright red as he gently pushed her back onto the couch, the Captain wriggling away from the edge.
"S-Sorry, Captain...It was jus' you were gonna fall an'-" He stuttered, his cheeks darkening further when she giggled.
"You think I'm going to be mad at you for trying to stop me faceplanting into the floor?" She shook her head. "Of course not. Thank you for the save, those were some quick reactions."
"Oh, thank you, Captain." He smiled shyly.
She rolled onto her belly, shuffling over to Corso with a smile on her face.
"You know, Darmas is a very charming man..." She mused, and tried not to let her lip quirk upwards when she saw his frown of discontent.
"I may have been bit hasty when I said we could trust Darmas..." The mercenary grumbled, shooting a glare in the direction of the sabacc table. She reached forward, turning his head back with her hand, noticing the blush trying hide under his tan. Zavvi smiled.
"Aww, no-one's gonna replace you, farm boy..." She purred.
Corso blinked, his train of thought derailed.
"Oh. Well, that's good- I mean, uh, what were we talking about?" He stumbled, not sure where he was going with this conversation or even if it made any sense. He was silenced by her finger to his lips, a spark bursting not just in his already hot face, but also down below.
"Shh, farm boy, you talk too much..." She whispered, light green eyes staring into his deep brown ones.
For a moment, they were captivated by each other; Corso by the smuggler in front of him, close enough he could smell faint traces of perfume and of her own scent lurking under that, one lekku laying down her back and the one trailing down front of him, somehow more sensual than hair. He dared not look towards where her shirt was.
Zavvi, on the other hand, was equally entranced by the Mantellian in front of her, taking the time to really take in his features. She wondered for the umpteenth time where those scars had come from. Her eyes dropped, taking in his form too: his shoulders broad; suggestive of his strength, those skilful hands now shielded by thick gloves, long legs bent into a kneeling position. The Twi'lek's mind briefly flickered back to when she'd been treating his lightsaber burn, and she'd seen the muscles he'd possessed, feeling her body warm with the thought. He was handsome, there was no denying it.
They swayed slightly closer to each other, neither really taking in what they were doing, drowning in each others' gaze. Closer, their pupils swelling to compensate, soft wisps of breath ghosting across skin. Closer, and Corso's heart thumped. His hand clasped the edge of the couch, fingers brushing against hers. Just a little more...just-
"Ah, that was time well spent. I do love the smell of fresh credits." Darmas's voice and footsteps broke the spell, and they scrambled apart, Zavvi somehow managing to get to a sitting position, whilst Corso tried to pretend he hadn't been doing anything at all; rather difficult with the blush that stretched all the way to his ears. Darmas eyed them as he sat back down on the chair, and the smirk he gave Corso made the mercenary scramble to his feet, and put the arm of the couch in front of him. He noticed Zavvi's clothes were ruffled due to her movements during sleep and to get back upright, and swallowed hard.
"Ah, maybe, but I'd prefer my ship back. Bit more reliable than a card game." Zavvi spoke, stretching as she got to her feet, feeling her bones popping and clicking as her muscles pulled taut.
"Whatever floats your boat, my dear." Darmas chuckled. "You'll be pleased to know I received an alert from my network mere minutes ago..." Smuggler and mercenary both were now hanging onto his words. "It's what we've been waiting for, Captain, as our efforts have paid off; my informants just witnessed Skavak fighting someone and fleeing into Justicar's territory. We have him!" Zavvi's eyes narrowed.
"Seems too easy for that. Tell me where I'm going, Darmas."
"You're more perceptive than you let on, Captain. You're headed into one of the most dangerous parts of Coruscant. The Justicars don't tolerate outsiders in their sector. Skavak must be truly desperate to risk his life going there."
"Huh, I hope we get to him first before the Justicars, then. I'm not losing my chance to get even with him." Zavvi said, Corso nodding with her.
"Then you'd better hurry." Darmas advised. "Justicars aren't known for their mercy."
"So's the Black Sun, but we took that Urbax guy and his cronies down easy." Corso whispered in Zavvi's ear, making her smirk. Darmas frowned at them, before continuing.
"My informants are a brother and sister named Jiik and Juul. They know where to find Skavak, and I'll tell them you're coming. Play your hand carefully in the Justicar sector, Captain. My instincts tell me Skavak hasn't shown all his cards yet."
Zavvi nodded, taking it all in, before saying to him:
"Cheers for the info, Darmas. Dunno where we'd be without you." She offered her hand to shake, which he did, though he pressed a kiss to it, Corso's jaw clenching.
"It's been a pleasure, Captain. I hope this isn't the last time we'll see each other. Though I can't help feeling there's more to our relationship than revenge on Skavak."
"Perhaps." She replied, shrugging his comment off almost carelessly. "We'll see." Darmas didn't look too offended, and Corso looked reassured.
"Good luck to you, Captain. I do hope you'll make Skavak pay all his debts." He smiled, watching them leave.
Corso leaned over again to whisper to Zavvi;
"I don't think there'll be much of Skavak to pay his debts afta we're done, don't ya think, Captain?" She chuckled, shoving him.
"Maybe, maybe. I'm certainly stealing his wallet, though." She grinned.
"And what will you use his credits on, Captain?" Corso asked, his smile wide and warm.
"Oh, I don't know..." She moved closer to the mercenary, bumping her body against his. "Maybe I'll buy you a couple of drinks with them?" Her tone was a purr, triggering his blush again.
"Well, er, whatever you say, Captain." He replied, causing her to laugh, reaching up to squeeze his cheek. "Hey!"
"Aw, you're adorable, farm boy." She giggled, dancing away as he made to playfully grab her. "Come on, when have a starship and Torchy thief to beat up!"
Her good mood was dampened when Juul launched into a tirade against her, accusing her of being the reason that her brother had been taken into custody, and that she was ignorant because she was a 'cloud head'. They had been watching Skavak, the Justicars had shown up, and accidentally snagged Jiik before he could tell his sister where the thief had gone. So now Juul was taking all her frustration and worry out on both Zavvi and Corso. The Twi'lek growled out that she would help her through clenched teeth, but a part of her just wanted to smack her over the head and tell her to stop complaining, stop blaming her and buck her goddamn ideas up.
She got more and more prickly as they travelled further into the sector, finding out that basically the Justicators were just some well armed thugs that had chased out the Black Suns, before they decided to input martial law in the entire sector, generally making the residents miserable. This conjured a sliver of sympathy for Juul, but it was the young girl whose brother who'd been taken off for falling foul of a curfew law that really pulled her heartstrings. She was more receptive to the Twi'lek smuggler more than Corso, who in his armour looked similar to the heavily armoured Justicars, but both promised they'd get her brother back, no matter what. Conveniently, he was housed in the same facility Jiik was stuck in.
Corso discovered as they scrapped around in the prison a rather ingenious way to get rid of the cameras. Using his harpoon (named Whiplash), he could latch onto the hinge attaching the main unit to the wall, and break it clean off. Well, that is, if weight was applied to it. The first time the Captain saw Corso bouncing on the end of his harpoon line, she stared at him in astonishment. Before bursting out laughing as the camera suddenly gave way and he fell onto his butt with much fanfare. With more refinement of his technique, he only had to leap up, fire his harpoon, then fall down again, ripping the thing out of its socket effortlessly.
"That line is stronger than it looks." Zavvi commented as the last camera fell to the floor. "What is it made out of?" Corso shrugged.
"Oh, well, I dunno really. Some experimental fibres, I think. We took 'em off some dodgy smuggler comin' through the Fort. Some issue with his payments to Viidu or somethin', but he let the cargo be raided, as we couldn't sell it on. I managed to use it for Whiplash's cable, as you can see." He explained. She nodded.
"Must be incredible stuff if it takes your weight without complaint."
"Oh yeah, Captain. I've had to upgrade Whiplash's harpoon head, as her points kept snappin' off!" He replied. "But now she could hold my own weight easy, though I think she could take some more if she needed to."
"Hmm...Interesting..." The smuggler mused. "What's the current weak point?"
"Here." Corso pointed to where the harpoon mechanism was mounted to Sparky. "I can easily take Whiplash off Sparky and attach her to other guns, but I guess that it could break off under stress."
"Hmm." She nodded again, filing the information away for further reference. "Come on, let's free our contact."
"Hey Corso, is that who I think it is?" He leaned over, following the line from her finger.
"That's that Sullustan we rescued from the Black Sun." He replied, straightening up and trotting over to the cell, his Captain tailing him. "Wonder why they woulda locked him up, though."
"Well, Darmas did say they didn't like outsiders..." Zavvi murmured, coming over to the lawman. "Miel, I trust you met the Justicars?"
"Upstanding citizens! What luck to see you down here!" The pair did give each other a look, trying not to smirk. "They are lawbreakers pretending to be peace officers. That is a severe offence under Statute 52974 of the Sullustan Criminal Code. The fugitive Skavak ambushed me down here and fled. The Justicars interrupted my pursuit and demanded I surrender." He explained.
"Miel, why didn't you call us? We could have helped!" Zavvi replied, keeping the annoyance out of her voice. For no reason at all, the image of Skavak being dragged along the floor by Corso's harpoon popped into her head, and it took effort to stop a stupid grin stretch over her face. The Sullustan looked demure.
"I would have, but my holotransmitter was destroyed during Skavak's ambush. I did not want to harm people who I believed were local authorities, so I surrendered and allowed them to bring me here."
Her annoyance faded. If he couldn't have called, he couldn't have called. She looked Miel over, thoughts now going to freeing the officer.
"Did they hurt you at all? You look fairly intact."
"I was lucky; they forgot about me when they brought in a human male for interrogation." He replied.
"That's the guy we're after, Captain." Corso piped up. "You know where they put him?"
"Not far; further down the corridor from here." Miel nodded, before adding: "Skavak is getting away as we speak, upstanding citizens. I need you to release me immediately." Corso looked to Zavvi.
"Well, we might as well spring this little fella while we're here. Can't see any harm in it, and he has helped us." Zavvi gave Corso a very dry look.
"Yes, I was going to totally leave him in here to rot." She rolled her eyes, tutting loudly at the Mantellian. "No, of course not. What do you take me for, a cold-hearted pirate?" A grin played on Corso's lips as she strode over to the console, slicing it effortlessly to let Muwn out.
"This is the second time you have come to my aid. I owe you a significant debt. I must re-arm and renew my pursuit of Skavak. Thank you again for your help, upstanding citizens."
"Aw, it's nothin'." Zavvi shrugged. "Skavak needs his comeuppance handed to it. 'S been a long time coming."
"When I return to Sullust, I will file a Form 453391 and request an official commendation for your actions today." Miel nodded, walking past them and out of the prison.
They continued on down the corridor to reach a rather battered and bruised young man, bent double with pain.
"Blazes...They got him good..." Riggs muttered, eyes wide. "No wonder Miel counted himself lucky..." They hurried over to Jiik, who looked up at them with pain swimming in his eyes.
"I...I feel like my insides are coming out..." He groaned, only just able to stay standing. Corso wandered back up the corridor to check no-one was coming.
"Hang on, I'll just get your sis on the line." Zavvi spoke, dialling Juul's number and turning the holo towards Jiik. Very promptly, the flickering blue image of the woman popped up, and was taken aback by his condition.
"Jiik? It's me, Juul. Are you alright? What did those Justicars do to you?" Jiik smiled through his agony.
"Hey, sis. Knew you wouldn't forget about me. Who're the cloudheads?" Zavvi rolled her eyes. I know I grew up in the upper levels, but come on now... She thought to herself.
"The captain and her sidekick Darmas asked us to help. What happened to you when you followed Skavak? How come the Justicars snagged you?" Juul continued, Zavvi content to let the siblings natter, feeling Corso's presence behind her once more.
"Saw something I wasn't supposed to." Jiik replied, hissing through his nose at the pain. "You won't believe this, but I caught the Justicars trading supplies with the Empire." Zavvi blinked widely.
"How could that be? It, it doesn't seem possible." She shook her head.
"Captain, it would explain how they're so well equipped." Corso said quietly. "If you compare the equipment the Black Suns had to the kit the Justicars have..." He shook his head. "They're miles apart." He could see she didn't want to believe that the Imperials were still lurking around on her planet.
"Some turfers think that a few Imperials stayed behind after the war ended. I always thought it was stories to scare the kids." Juul added. "But if Jiik saw it..."
"That would also explain why he came here, Captain!" Riggs suddenly realized. "His Imp buddies!" Jiik nodded.
"Yeah, Skavak and the Imperials were laughing about something. Not sure what. The Imperials took Skavak into the Works." Zavvi grimaced, and Juul looked alarmed.
"Oh no, not the Works...Are you serious...?" The smuggler groaned. The mercenary was confused.
"The Works, Captain? What's so bad about them?"
"It's a big mess of power stations and old factories below us. I didn't think anything could survive down there aside from droids." Juul explained.
"Yeah, basically everything Coruscant needs to function is there. Sewage systems, exploding conduits, you name it, it's down there and ready to kill you." Zavvi agreed.
"If Skavak dropped to the Works, you may as well go home. You won't last five minutes." Juul declared dismissively.
To that, Corso grinned, puffing his chest out.
"We're pretty good." His grin widened challengingly. "Bet we last ten minutes." He sounded as if he was wagering on a sabacc game, and his confidence was a shot in the arm for the captain. Juul merely snorted at him.
"The Works is nothing but toxic ruins and berserk droids, you moron. People who go down there don't come back."
"Well, looks like we'll be the first then." Zavvi grinned. "Besides, if Skavak and the Imps can survive down there, so can I."
"You're a lot braver than I thought." Juul scowled. "Or dumber."
"I'd like to go home now." Jiik moaned. "This is the worst party I've ever been to."
"I didn't think it was possible for this job to get more complicated." Corso pulled a face as they exited the elevator, out into the belly of Coruscant. First was the stench of rust, rotting...stuff, next was the noise of conduits, hissing steam, some of the huge pipes gurgling like a starving rancor. Not to mention the dim light that cast everything into a sickening amber colour. The taste of metal was also not nice, and the captain decided to keep their time down in the Works to a minimum.
"That guy is both stupid and a genius." Zavvi groaned. "No-one would look for that arsehole down here; there's nothing here but grime, droids and death." She looked to her partner. "Still, stops this mission from getting boring any time soon. And at least I can say 'Hey, we went down into the Works on Coruscant. And guess what! We came back!'" Corso shook his head.
"That's one way of looking at it, Captain. Shall we?"
Navigating in the Works was a lot harder than they'd thought it would have been. The corridors often curved back around on each other, with walkways and huge pipes and machines and Force knows what else all slammed together in such a way the map Zavvi had sliced off a console was rather agonizing to follow. She had been tempted to get the schematics instead, but then she realized it would have become even worse.
That was before you added the crazed droids and the large packs of mutated Cthon to the mix. Didn't matter that Corso was heavily armoured, or that Zavvi had two guns; they were organic, they were fleshy, and they were meat.
After the fifth pack of Cthon, the Twi'lek lost her patience.
"When I find Skavak, I'm going to feed him to one of these damn monsters, and I'm gonna make sure it has tiny bites at a time. A hand here, and foot there. That'll teach the bastard for making us go down here and making us fight these fucking pieces of shit!" She growled, pacing in frustration.
Corso tapped on her shoulder, and she whirled around, ready to bite his face off. "What?!" He quailed only slightly, before pointing to the giant pipes above them.
"I was just thinking, Captain, that we could use these. I noticed a lot of them go through rooms and places we need to go through on the map. I bet if we get on top of 'em, so long as we don't fall, we could get 't where we need to go with no trouble."
A pause. Then Zavvi slapped his arm.
"Stop being so smart, farm boy, you're making me look bad." She shook her head, before returning her gaze to the walkways of circular metal, looking along their length. "Hmm. Doesn't seem to be an easy way up there though. Unless..." She walked under one, and noticed the bracket holding it to the wall. "There. Okay Corso, can you get your harpoon to lock there?"
"I'll try, Captain." After some careful aiming, the harpoon whistled from its mounting before a loud 'clunk' was heard. The mercenary tugged experimentally on the line. "Nice and trapped, Captain."
"Alright then, up you go!" Zavvi grinned, pushing him, knocking the catch on the rifle. In what was a needlessly hilarious scene, Corso shot up towards the bracket, only just managing to grab onto it. She watched his legs flail a bit before he clambered onto the bracket, unlocking his harpoon's head from the struts. He wasn't pleased.
"Captain! Something seriously wrong coulda happened there!" He shouted down to her.
"I knew what I was doing!" She shouted back. "Now harpoon me!"
"What?! Are you sure, Captain? It might hurt you!"
"If I was afraid of getting hurt, I wouldn't be in this job! Make sure to brace yourself first, though. I'm not having you fall on top of me!" She shouted back up to him.
She noticed his figure shift a bit, and his rifle raise. She felt a sliver of both anticipation and fear, staring down the business end of Sparky, before she saw the gun twitch. Whiplash thudded into her, slipping through the straps on her jacket before its points popped out, trapping it securely.
"Reel me up!" She called to him. She was suddenly yanked into the air rather forcefully. She could now believe this thing could haul large droids and heavily armoured gangsters around, as it picked her up as if she was nothing more than a kitten.
She crashed into Corso, and he stumbled back, thankfully falling backwards onto the large pipe, but now they were a tangle of limbs, harpoon and rifle.
"Uh, um, sorry Captain..." The Mantellian murmured, his face lighting up with a blush as he went to untangle Whiplash...Before freezing when he noticed it had entangled with the straps around her breasts. He swallowed hard, biting part of his mouth to stop the thoughts that were now bubbling up to the surface of his mind, and carefully threaded the head out, taking great pains never to touch her chest, only her shoulders.
With themselves freed, they quickly scrabbled away from each other, Corso mutely checking his blaster, Zavvi brushing herself down, and looking at the map.
"Looks like we'll have to go that way." She pointed down the pipe, where it dipped down, following the curve of the wall, going deeper into the bowels of the Works. Skavak must have a death wish, she thought.
"Lead on." Corso replied, as they clambered onto the surprisingly wide pipe.
"We'll need to stay in single file, Riggs. Keep to the middle and don't trust the curve; it's likely it'll tip you right off if given half a chance." Zavvi warned him.
"Sure thing, Captain." He replied, falling in behind her.
From then on in, travel around the Works was ten times easier. They followed various pipelines and other things hanging from the wall and ceiling to get where they needed to go, blissfully safe from all the droids and ravenous Cthon creeping about down below. They kept noise to a minimum, not really talking to one another unless they needed to use Corso's harpoon to cross large gaps. It followed the path they'd started out on; Corso would grapple to the far end, before pulling Zavvi to him. This was fair means of transport, until they reached a huge chasm.
They'd entered a large, more open space in the Works, with several passageways, some leading to other areas and corridors, whilst some were just empty rooms or chambers. One of those rooms was where Skavak and his Imperial friends were hiding. Unfortunately for the smuggler and mercenary, the pipe that sat next to the entrance only travelled from the floor up to the wall and then along a little while. There was a very big gap between them and it, and it was a fair way down too, should they attempt to descend.
"Captain...I can't shoot that far." Riggs murmured to her from behind. "Whiplash'll come to the end of her line before she reaches anywhere close to the other side."
"Hmmm..." Zavvi looked around. There had to be something...there. Above their heads, a bracket held thick wires that ran like serpents along the roof, transferring power from the buzzing conduits to the upper sectors. It wasn't ideal, but it was made of heavy metal, and looked new and strong. But...she turned to him.
"Corso, could you get to that bracket there?" She pointed.
"Yeah, but are you sure that's wise, Captain? I mean, look at all them cables. I dunno if the line conducts, and I don't really wanna find out. But if you jus' meant that bracket, sure, I could get there. But if you're thinkin-" Zavvi interrupted him.
"How much spare cable do you have for your harpoon?" He blinked, confused.
"I have a good load of it. Here." He reached into his pack, pulling out a coiled cable, held in place. "I can't tie cables together though, if that's what you're thinkin', Captain." A small smile ghosted across his face.
"No, I wasn't thinking of that." She looked back to the gap, and paused. "Corso."
"Hmm?"
"Do you trust me?" He blinked.
"Captain, what-"
"Do you trust me?" She asked him again, steel in her tone. He looked her up and down, wondering what had brought this on, before he nodded.
"I trust you, Captain. I'll follow you wherever we need to go." She sighed.
"Even if I do something that may get us killed?"
"Our entire lives hinge around death, Captain. Ain't nothing new. 'Sides," he rested a gauntlet on her shoulder, "we ain't gonna die. We got your ship to get back, remember?"
His words made her smile. Where'd I get such a loyal and fearless crew mate from? she thought to herself, before taking a deep breath. He wasn't going to like this plan.
"I was thinking you fire Whiplash at that bracket. And that we swing across to the other side." She said, and watched for his reaction.
There was a pause.
"You sure that'll work?" Corso asked incredulously. She didn't blame him for not believing her.
"No, I don't know. But I can't think of anything else." The smuggler shrugged uselessly. "Have you anything?" He looked thoughtful for a moment, before shaking his head.
"No, Captain." He looked up to the bracket. "Gotta say, this is one of the craziest things I've ever done."
"I can agree with you there." Zavvi nodded, attached the spare cable to her, and then to Corso.
"Captain, what are you doing?" He asked nervously, blushing from their proximity.
"Well, you're gonna have your hands full holding your rifle, and I don't want to lose my grip and fall off you, do I? I would kinda like to reduce the amount of ways I could die." The Captain explained, tying powerful military knots, much to Corso's surprise, doubled when he realized he'd been watching her do it.
"How'd you learn to tie them knots, Captain? They're-"
"My father taught me. Now come on, let's not put this off." Zavvi replied, tugging as the bonds to make sure they were secure. Corso nodded, swallowing hard and trying to ignore her body was so close, raising his rifle to aim at the bracket. To his chagrin, Zavvi bent over backwards so he had room to aim, which was rather distracting for the young man. He tried to aim at a gap between two struts, where Whiplash could get leverage and stay there, but noticed his grip was shaking very slightly due to her proximity.
Sensing his trouble, the smuggler reached up, her hand providing a prop to make his aim easier. Sparky bucked slightly as Whiplash hissed from its mounting, its cable whistling as it rapidly uncoiled. The harpoon sailed through the struts, and Corso's gentle tug made the points snap open, settling Whiplash neatly into its proper place, just out of the way of the electrical cables.
The Mercenary pulled on the line hard a couple of times, checking it was stuck fast and not likely to move. He took a deep breath.
"You ready, Captain?" Zavvi swallowed, shifting her position to give them a fair, unimpeded run-up. They'd need every ounce of her smuggler's luck to come out of this alive.
"On my count." A stiff nod.
"One."
They braced their feet into the pipe.
"Two."
Two pairs of eyes stared towards their hopeful destination, ducking at the same time, adrenaline flooding their systems.
"Three!"
They began a headlong charge towards where their pipe dipped down into the abyss. The clatter of their footsteps was masked by a roar of conduits and their hearts. Yards, feet, inches spun away, the edge zooming up before them. Zavvi dug her hands and fingers into the gaps between his chestplate, Corso wrapping his arms tightly around Sparky, bracing himself.
Then they jumped.
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The most wild, and productive chapter yet. Lots of action too.
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Yesss he did! And he's keeping it in my stories, too!
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That harpoon was great. It was infinitely useful for pulling patrols into corners where you could quickly kill them and then move on without them pulling anyone else.
I have it head-canoned they took it off him when Corso discovered he could pull the datacrons off the high ledges to him.
I make more reference to the jetpack now though. =/ But he still has his harpoon.
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