Azrilin struggled to weave her way through the streets of Coruscant, trying to keep ahold of her son as she tugged on his arm through the thick crowds while keeping her face concealed under a cloak. Her nine year old son kept silent, still traumatized over what he had seen just days ago. His dark blue hair was messy and dirty, and his usual light tan skin was pale. Unlike her, this was his first time losing a family. She dropped her hand down to the lightsaber on her belt for comfort, trying to push away the memories of the horrors she endured during Order 66. Now, she had lost the Mandalorian clan that had accepted her as one of their own for the past decade. Clan Ceibur had been her son's whole world, now that had been ripped away from him by The Empire. Simply thinking about it brought tears to her eyes. They had been walking for hours now, and her son was obviously tired.

"Kebiin, want to rest?" She asked in Mandalorian. He knew the language of his clan better than Galactic Basic.

Her son nodded and slumped next to an alley wall.

"Mom…" Kebiin panted. "How much longer till we get to this ship you talked about?"

Azrilin took off the satchel she had been carrying an sat next to her son.

"Just a little longer… hopefully they haven't moved it since when they first started building it while the Republic was still standing."

Kebiin looked skeptical.

"Hopefully?"

"Don't worry." Azrilin said comfortingly. "They wouldn't try to move it. If this ship really is capable of crossing over to the next galaxy, they won't risk damaging it by relocating it."

Kebiin didn't look convinced.

"But… what if The Empire catches us again? we'll just end up like our clan… like Dad…"

Kebiin hugged his knees and dropped his head. Azrilin could hear him sobbing. She leaned in and put her arm around her son, rubbing his shoulder. Clutters of litter around them began to shake as the boy's emotion grew more intense. Afraid that they'd attract attention, Azrilin tried to calm her son.

"Kebiin… I know this is hard on you and that you're upset, but please, you need to calm down."

Kebiin looked up and saw the clutter around them moving. He took a deep breath and everything around them begun to lay still once again.

"Sorry Mom… I just… I just don't know how to control it…"

Azrilin always knew her son was strong in the Force, but it had been growing more and more powerfull as of late. But it wasn't just him that seemed to grow more powerful. Everything that he lingered around seemed to become more attune to the Force. She had no explanation for this, but she knew she had to do something about it, or he could lose control of his natural gifts.

"Kebiin… I know I've been reluctant to teach you, but I think it's about time."

Her son looked up at her, wiping tears from his amber-colored eyes.

"What do you mean, "it's about time"?"

Azrilin reached down to her belt and unclipped her lightsaber. She took her son's arm, placed it in his palm, and wrapped his fingers around it.

"This means a lot to me. Promise you'll take good care of it, ok?"

Her son stared at her in disbelief.

"You mean you're going to…"

"Yes. I'm going to teach you the ways of the Force and help you become a Jedi. I may be no master, but I've experienced both the Light and the Dark. I may not be proud of my Inquisitor days with the Empire, but it shaped me into the person I am now. And I hope that will give me the ability to raise you the best I can, both as a student, and as a son."

Kebiin was awestruck by what he had just heard. His mother was going to take it upon herself to train him as a Jedi. He clutched her lightsaber in his hand, and gave her a big hug.

"Okay mom." He whispered. "I promise".

They continued walking further and further away from any crowds or buildings until they saw across the distance what looked like an Imperial checkpoint. Two stormtroopers stood guard at the main gate as vehicles occasionally passed through. Several yards beyond that, there was a fenced-off area with several buildings that resembled hangers. There were several bipedal walkers and stormtroopers patrolling the base, but it didn't look like the kind of place The Empire would store a cutting-edge ship. But then again, perhaps that was the point. Azrilin bit her lip trying to find a way through.

"Mom, the transport". Kebiin pointed at an incoming vehicle out of the trooper's visual range. Azrilin understood what he meant. The transport looked like it was on a standard supply run, so there should only be two troops inside.

"Easy enough" Azrilin thought to herself.

Once the transport got closer to where they were, she used the Force to halt the vehicle to a complete stop. She could hear the men inside the driver and passenger seat arguing. She moved her way around the vehicle and used the Force once again to grip both troops while they were still inside their seats, and knocked their heads together. She heard their bodies slump as they were knocked out cold. Kebiin looked at her amazed.

"Woah! Mom, when do I get to learn how to do that?".

Azrilin smiled and dragged the bodies out of the vehicle, seating herself in the driver's seat.

"You'll learn eventually, but right now we need to get to that hanger."

Kebiin nodded and sat next to her in the passenger seat. She drove up until she came across the checkpoint. The soldiers stopped her once she had drivin up to the main gate.

"Ma'am, do you have clearance to enter this facility?" the stormtrooper asked in a monotone voice.

Azrilin raised her hand and made a sweeping motion in front of the trooper's face.

"We do not require any clearance. You will let us through."

"You… you do not require clearance. We will let you pass."

"Thank you!" Azrilin said cheerfully. The trooper moved his hand in a "move along" motion. Once they got to the door of the main hanger, Azrilin easily manipulated the door console with the force, opening it. The inside of the hanger was relatively bare, save for the ship itself and several consoles. No one stood guard inside, which was rather odd. The transporter-sized ship and the consoles necessary to launch it and plot a location were practically sitting right in front of them.

"This was too easy" Azrilin thought to herself. "The Empire is smarter than this."

She cautiously walked up toward the terminal beside the ship, and activated the launch sequence. The steel doors on the roof of the hanger opened, and the ship's loading ramp lowered. Kebiin began walking toward the ramp, but noticed his mother's hesitation.

"Mom, is something wrong?"

Azrilin took off her pack and handed it to her son.

"Something's not right… there aren't enough guards or security measures. This is too easy."

"Well we've got the ship up and running. C'mon, let's go!"

Azrilin paused. And that's when she felt it. A presence she had not felt since her days working for the Imperial Inquisitors. It felt almost… cold. The *snap-hiss* of a lightsaber igniting ringed throughout the hanger, as well as the footsteps of stormtroopers. Azrilin looked back to the entrance of the hanger, and saw her former Dark Side mentor. Xaelos, the Kaleesh Inquisitor. A Jedi hunter. He looked exactly the same as the last time Azrilin saw him all those years ago. He wore a dark grey undersuit with a black metal chest piece and shoulder pads. His gauntlets covered his entire forearm and hands, save for his claws. His legs were largely unarmored, but he wore a slanted black robe piece. His undersuit continued down his legs, but they ended half way down his shins, revealing his scaled talons. The most striking feature about him was his traditional Kaleesh mask that resembled a skull with a blood-red Imperial crest carved into the forehead. He approached them slowly, wielding his double bladed-spinning lightsaber in hand, still in single-blade mode. His unreadable reptilian eyes fixed on Azrilin.

She reached into her cloak and pulled out a half-circle guard lightsaber identical to the one Xaelos currently held in his hand and ignited it. This had been her first time using her Inquisitor lightsaber since she had left them. She turned to her son to tell him to flee.

"Kebiin! get on the ship and run!"

"No! Mom, I won't leave you here!". Kebiin sounded desperate. He had already lost his father and his clan… he wasn't prepared to loose his mother too.

The Stormtroopers began to fire as Xaelos dashed toward Azrilin, ready to strike.

"There's no time! GO!"

"Mom! don't do-"

Kebiin didn't have the time to finish his sentence as he was force pushed into the ship. The last thing he saw as the loading ramp closed were the crimson blades of his mother and the Inquisitor clashing. He felt the ship begin to rise higher and higher, and heard a loud *BOOM!* as it made the jump to hyperspace.