AN: In case you are wondering the title is a translation of "to exit into a place with the entrance". It was taken from a proverb which stated "to fall into the house with the door." Here I took it as a surprise twist on the events in your life induced by an individual.


There would be a thunderstorm soon. That much Altharya could tell from the dark grey clouds hanging low in the sky, covering the mountain to the monastery. It also smelled like rain hanging heavily in the air, pressing down on her nose and skin, prickling at the sensation. Another night where she was glad she was not in the clinic, but at home enjoying a cup of tea. Her shoulders still ached from the surgery she had to assist in. A good night's sleep was well-deserved at that point.

The hair on her neck suddenly stood on end and something cold ran down her spine. She straightened her back. What? The last time she had felt this… no, she would not think about it now. It was so long ago. No one could know! Stop, deep breaths. The cooling air filled her chest as her head calmed. Her vision narrowed down on her surroundings. Nothing out of the ordinary, but the cold feeling of dread remained. Why could she not have a nice and relaxing evening with a good holo-series?! She had a rifle and knew how to use it. Though, last time she had that feeling she narrowly escaped a genocide. Maybe she could return to the clinic and request her two days off be moved?

Coward. There was nothing. No one knew and no one was interested anymore. She swiped the key card to her modest apartment and entered. The lights switched on immediately, a sense of home soothing out her frayed nerves. How silly of her to even think that someone had found out her secret.

What she needed was tea and a bath. Yawning she walked past her bedroom when her senses tugged back her to the cold depths of dread. Her rifle was in there. Maybe she'd feel better with it within arm's reach? Not that she didn't live in a seedier side of town. Heck, the entirety of the planet was covered by outlaws, smugglers, pirates and people fleeing from the empire. Just… no one was stupid enough to hurt their only chance for medical attention for several parsecs? Right?

She was just too tired. That must be it. Exhaustion and paranoia. Opening the door to her small bedroom, she saw nothing out of the ordinary. Her holo communicator was still on her night stand, the sheets looked like she had left them this morning.

It felt … off. She couldn't put her finger on it. But there was something odd about the room. As if a presence was lingering in the air. She did not know why, but her senses seemed to pick up electrical charges in her room. As if someone had been here. Who? There was no way she would not have noticed something amiss if she hadn't… No no, she must not even think about that. She could always hide out in the temple up on the mountain nearby. A few days completely shut away with just herself as company. Absolutely wonderful….

Before she could take another step forward her insides suddenly screamed in agony. She had to lean against the doorframe for support as her knees buckled. This was a bad idea. Back to the kitchen it was. At least her rifle was in grabbing range. As her fingers closed around the cool metal, her insides untwisted slightly. Not completely. What was she to do? Pack the bare essentials that were not in her bedroom? No change of clothes, only food and hygiene products. How screwed was she?

Her kitchen looked untouched. The sense of wrongness prevailed though. It was almost as if she could see a shape shifting around. Whoever got in must be sick. To not steal anything, just to look at her stuff! That was usually a stalker who got brash enough to trespass. She had seen the corpses of the people who had fallen prey to a few of those stalkers. And she was not about to become one of them if she could have a say in it.

A backpack. That was what she needed first. Bending down to the cupboard below the sink, she opened it to retrieve her backpack. Her nerves tingled when she touched the fabric. So the intruder had rummaged through it? There was nothing in there… except… oh no. Practically ripping open the bag, she was greeted with nothing. It was gone. Her breathing started to become erratic. She should have gotten rid of it. Thrown it into an ocean or wherever!

Everyone knew a jedi was no longer safe. Bounty hunters would be on her trail soon. Last she heard there was an incredible sum on any jedi's head delivered to the Empire. She couldn't stay here anymore. There was no way she could ever return to Teth and live to the end of her days. Just where else could she go?

No, she would worry about this later. She needed to get out of here. NOW!

Essentials were hastily swiped into her bag, any thoughts of an evening relaxing gone. Rifle still in hand she practically fell out of the door and ran. Her neck felt like a cold iron hand had wrapped around it, squeezing.

It wasn't raining yet to her immense relief. The streets were darkened though with the now blackish grey skies and empty of all life. They were all probably in the cantina or in their rooms. The storms on Teth were merciless. Her feet took her somewhere; her mind was not controlling them. Hopefully somewhere she could breathe, plan and disappear again. There was an alley she could take. The wall was low enough for her to climb it. With luck she'd be over it and a few more . Surely no one could track her that fast? Right?!

The wall ended a little above her head. She had climbed it maybe one or twice before in her childhood. It couldn't be that difficult still. Slinging her rifle onto her back, she crouched down eyeing the ledge. Flinging her body upwards her fingers found the ledge sure enough, as her boots tried to find purchase on the smooth steel. Her arms shook underneath her own weight as she pulled herself up. She huffed in surprise. Had she gained weight… no it was the rifle and her backpack. Slowly she managed to lift herself so that her waist was on the ledge. Nearly there

The iron hand around her throat tightened….

Something hit the back of her right leg hard. A surprised yell escaped from her throat as she lost her balance and fell backwards. Air rushed past her ears, the world tilted so that she could only see the tall grey walls and the dark grey sky above her now.

The impact knocked all air out of her body, her skull screamed in agony as it connected with the ground underneath her. Sharp needles prodded her brain. Concussion? Breathe. In and out.

Run idiot! Her chest hurt so much.

A face shifted into her vision. Two horns with lekku draping over his shoulder. Togruta? Heavily armoured too and with a grappling gun in his other hand. So he had gotten her with a rope. Bastard.

What was she doing? She had to run, fight.. or or whatever! Problem was her arms, her legs were not obeying her. Her mind screamed at her to move.

"Well well, looks like we have a flighty one here," the Togruta smirked revealing sharp canine teeth. Groaning she rolled to her side, only to be kicked viciously in the side with an armored boot. She curled up in pain, her hands clutching around the side that was kicked. It hurt so much, breathing became painful as her gut revolted against the pain.

"One would think jedi were tougher," another one?! It sounded female. She was screwed. No screwed no longer began to describe it anymore. She was dead! Tears pricked around her eyes. Oh no. Was she going to be a pathetic sniffling youngling again? She had never been a jedi!

"I am no jedi," she wheezed out, rolling onto her stomach as someone ripped her rifle off of her back. The strap snapping and hitting her in the jaw. It was a sharp and short sting, gone immediately compared to her skull trying to split itself apart. Her forehead creased on its own. As if it would relieve any pain.

"Sure you are," a gloved hand suddenly was underneath her chin yanking it up abruptly. The base of her skull hit her spine and… oh by the Force did it send a stab of pure molten lava behind her eyes. Sickly yellow eyes bored into hers curiously. Another Togruta. Then Altharya's eyes fell onto the holoprojector in the bounty hunter´s hand almost next to her face. Surely enough her face was there, a bit pixelated. But that was her face! Who wanted her?

"You are going to fetch us a handsome price, jedi," the man sneered off to her side, the rope around her leg unwound, snapping back into his gauntlet. Her leg felt numb from how tight the rope had been around it. Hands were suddenly on her wrists, twisting them in front of her. She had to bite her lip in order to cry out in pain again. This was it. She was dead.

Cool metal snapped into place around her wrists and hands were underneath her armpits, effortlessly lifting her. Backpack was gone, the weight suddenly missing from her shoulders. She was on her feet again, her right leg giving out underneath her. Pins and needles in her calf. There was no way she could outrun them like that.

"That was easy," the female stated. Almost looked disappointed. Narrowing her eyes on the female, she really wanted to spit into her face. Though, giving a side glance to the female's companion she'd have her skull crushed if she did that. It was still too tender and hurting from the previous impact. Colours were starting to merge. Concussion, definitely. Oh great….

"Easy money. Can't complain," the male shrugged yanking her forward. She stumbled, her knees buckling underneath her and she would have greeted the floor with her face this time if she wasn't held firmly in place.

"You know we are to deliver her alive," the female remarked off handedly as she grabbed her backpack. She gave it one disgusted look and then rummaged through it.

"No credits? I see you are also stupid," she scoffed and tossed the bag into a garbage chute behind her. Altharya saw red though. That was given to her by her mentor! She would be damned if she would let this slide! Throwing her body weight forward to the female, she caught the male by surprise and he nearly let her go. Nearly. But he didn't.

"Ohhh, someone is angry," the female taunted. Fuck yes! She snarled now. Ow, wrong move. Her head exploded into pain again.

"Enara, leave it," the male growled now.

"Pff, as if she could do something to us. A weak jedi who is a medic. Pathetic," Enara turned around and started walking towards the mouth of the alley.

With a jerk, Altharya felt herself being hauled up. Her stomach connected painfully with an armored shoulder. Bile rose to her throat and it burned… By the Force it burned so badly!

Choking and coughing, she tried to put her upper body to an upright position. Her hands slipped on his armor though, not finding enough grip. She started to thrash around. If she was going to die then with a fight. She'd be damned if she was just going to lay down and take it.

"Hold still," the male swore, gripping her legs in an iron grip. She wanted to scream, her throat burned from the bile still. Nothing came out when she opened her mouth. She hit his back with her fist.

If he felt anything at all, he didn't show it. But her hand, it felt numb from the impact and she knew it will be burning in pain later down the line. If she had not broken a bone or two in the process.

Her head swung around, her temples throbbed in pain and she had to bite her lips hard in order not to cry out from the pain. The back of the alley, the wall where she had almost tasted freedom retreated growing smaller. It was if they were taunting her. Tears ran down her face freely now. Would anyone miss her? The good doctor would miss the extra hands. Anything else? No. She had no one.

There was something behind the wall. A helmet? It was round like one with the antenna for holo communication sticking out of it. Help? With eyes wide open she frantically waved towards the stranger that was rising from behind the wall. A jetpack? Her throat only emitted a rasp, still too raw from the bile.

The armour. Her arm froze midair when it hit her. Terror gripped her throat, ice ran down her spine. Mandalorian. Given by the green colouring it was…

Boba Fett. The most notorious bounty hunter in the galaxy. After her?!

Oh no… Her shaking became uncontrollable now. Her teeth chattered against each other. Oh no. Oh no… She was dead.

Then he disappeared behind the corner the other two took. Making him vanish from her view.

But now she was shaking. Boba Fett. He was after her. Out of all the bounty hunters out there. It had to be him.

"Guys?" she no longer cared if the other two idiots had her right now. If Boba's reputation was anything to go by they would be dead by night time. All life is sacred

"What is it now?" The male asked exasperated, making Erana chuckle.

"Let her speak. I find the snivel of scum like her amusing," she could not see Erana's face, but she was pretty sure she was smirking her way.

"Boba Fett is here," she could feel the silence falling over them now. The head near her waist moved towards her. Was he looking at Erana? Then she was shaken by roaring laughter.

"That was a good one," the male gasped. "But Boba Fett? No way."

"Tren, maybe we should check?" Erana sounded unsure now. Altharya felt the fear rolling off the female. As she should, but could they hurry up?

"Erana, she is probably trying to get us to mess up. Jedi, remember?" Tren scoffed.

She screamed out from pain this time. Gasping she felt her muscles spasm from the electric shock given to her side. All strength left her limbs and she hang from his shoulder like a sack of Urena-flour.

"One more of those stunts and I will cut a finger off," Tren threatened lowly and her gut seized in terror. They were in another street now, the yellowish light casting an omnious shadow on the ground. Her neck prickled and she felt like she was being observed. If she could only lift her head to see… It was the Mandalorian. She really did not want to get into his hands. Even less of a chance to escape.

"Erana?" They stopped moving now. This time she could practically taste the terror from Erana. Silence. Altharya closed her eyes and tried to recall what had been said to her so many years ago. Extend your mind, forget your body.

It was faint, she was untrained. But the two presences near here were unmistakably her captors. One was flickering with fear and the other was blinking in confusion.

"Tren," Erana's voice wavered. "I think I just heard a jetpack." Altharya's mind slammed back into her body leaving her faint.

Silence, heavy on her shoulders and head which still pounded from the mental exertion and the hit it took back in the alley. But this time… she could feel the same electric presence in the air around them. Anticipation building up in her mangled body.

So Boba Fett had been in her apartment. All breath left her lungs. He had been after her for longer than a few hours then. Longer maybe. A hunter who toyed with his prey. And she fell right for his trick to get her out of her apartment. Her forehead connected hard with Tren's armour as she was roughly jostled around when both Togruta broke into a run.

She saw double now. The scratches on the armor were blurry and there were multiple of them now. Escape was completely out of question now. Tears dripped onto the armor now, the scratches jumping around from the hasty movements of the Togruta.

"This way," Erana suddenly called out and she felt her body changing direction suddenly, her arms flailing to the side.

Finally… finally she was able to lift her head a bit. From the haziness she saw a green blur at the distance. Her hand began to sting now as she curled her fingers into a fist. She saw the streak of red flashing in the distance as it zipped past her head, singing her hair and slammed into Tren's chest. He yelled, collapsing onto his knees, dropping her to the ground. The cuffs digging into the flesh of her wrists as they snapped into two pieces from the impact. She rolled out of the way, crawling to her feet. Where was she?

A blue flag hung above one of the doorways. The house of the Xantis. She was close to the jungle! Her heart lifted at the sliver of hope. Colours and shapes righted themselves again. Erana was next to her grabbing Tren's arm frantically.

"Let's go," she screamed at her partner who groaned at the chest wound his hand clutching the hole in his armor.

There was a street somewhere that led straight towards the end of town. Altharya scrambled to her feet, her knees still wobbly, but her feet were sure enough to where they were taking her. Her vision narrowed down to the corner where she knew she had a short stretch to sprint before she could hide in the shadows of the dark trees.

"Shit she is getting away!" Duck! As if on instinct she ducked into a nearby road. Not the one she was hoping to get, but she narrowly avoided a green blaster bolt to the head. Her chest rose rapidly, her ribcage hurt. Could she really do this? No, stop thinking, keep running! She hurtled her body further, her mind not capable of catching up yet. More blaster fire came her way and she had to press herself closer to a wall in order to avoid more wildly aimed shots.

"TREN!" It was filled with agony and grief. Dread settled into her mind and everything cleared up from the haze that had settled into it. Tren was dead, she no longer could feel his presence. Rage gripped her heart making it stutter. Erana's rage.

There was a ladder to the roof. A roof that had enough walls and stuff there for her to hide get her bearings. Especially where she was currently. No supplies, nothing! For Force's sake she really could not worry about that right now! As fast as she could she climbed the ladder and fell down on the other side of the wall onto a small flat roof. On her back she drew her first long breath. Her lungs ached, her hand stung and her head was still pounding. Not good, not good at all! A dead bounty hunter, an enraged bounty hunter and Boba Fett were after her. If she could she would just curl up in a ball and cry at her misery but she had to move.

"Where are you, you bitch?!" Erana. Oh shit. Altharya rolled to her side and began crawling away from the voice. There were other roofs nearby she could jump to. Her only chance. She had to try. Pulling herself up she saw the gap and her breath stopped. She couldn't possibly jump that far. Not on her own… but with… No. She couldn't! Hesitating she gripped the edge too tightly, her hand twitched in protest. Though, she squeezed her eyes shut, she had no other way. No one would be able to see her from up here.

"YOU!" Erana. She was found. Turning her head she saw a seething Togruta standing on the edge where the ladder had been. Blaster shaking in her hand. Slowly she got on her feet. Her hands were not trembling, a strange sense of calm spreading from her chest to every fiber of her body. She was not afraid. Not of this Erana.

Erana jumped down, landing with a heavy thud as the first rain drop fell onto her face. Straightening her spine her hands lifted without her consciously controlling them.

"You will pay for Tren," Erana spat on the ground. She was limping. A blood trickle was at her side. The blaster was now aimed for her face. It was shaking. Erana cursed underneath her breath and used her other hand to steady it.

"I am not here," Altharya felt herself saying. Her voice was still scratchy, but it sounded sure and steady.

"What?" Erana just frowned at her. Then her face twisted into a snarl. "How stupid do you think I am?"

"I am not here!" she repeated. Erana stumbled, lowering the blaster while her face had a dazed expression.

What just happened? No, she could not question it. She had to run! Whirling around, she took a running start and jumped onto the ledge, air rushing past her sore ears. Her legs ached as she bent her knees and catapulted herself through the air. Her stomach and heart felt like they leapt into her throat as she sailed over the gap between the buildings. She did it! Her boots connected with the opposite building's ledge and she tumbled down onto its roof and rolled behind a crate. Trying to catch her breath, her mind finally caught up with her. Had she just jumped a several meter wide gap?! Damn her chest hurt… she curled up slightly as if to ease the pain.

She could not stay here. Boba was still around and he will catch her sooner than later if she stayed here. Groaning she rolled to her side propping herself up onto her elbows. Rain was starting to pelt down on her, her fingers started to become stiff from the cold. Wincing she wobbled onto her feet and stumbled forward to the next ledge.

A furious shriek reached her through the rushing of blood in her ears. Uh oh… Erana had snapped out of it.

Suddenly the building beneath her shook. Then her ears split into two when a large explosion rocked the opposite rooftop. Heat washed over her as the shockwave blew her back onto her knees. Hastily she crawled behind a covered ventilation-shed. Boba had caught up it seems. Shit. Fuck.

She looked around panicked while clutching her throbbing head. There was another rooftop and beyond that she saw no more buildings. Had she unwittingly found her way to her best hiding spot? Not that she would complain. She had jumped a further distance than before, so she could do it again. So she stumbled her way over until… A blaster bolt impacted right in front of her feet and she spun around to come face to face with two bounty hunters that were after her. Erana had her blaster aimed at her still.

Something pricked her in the chest and she instinctively looked down. A dart stuck from her chest. What? Then her fingers lost feeling first, then her arms… A sedative. No! She fell to the side, clutching at the ledge with all her might as Erana engaged Boba with a furious howl.

"You killed him!" She shrieked as she unleashed a volley of unaimed blaster fire.

Altharya only watched a moment with wide eyes how Boba easily side stepped her and extended an arm. No she was not going to watch whatever he was going to do to Erana. Her head fell to the side onto the ledge. The drop was way down. It seemed the building had been built on a rather steep cliff. Her stomach plummeted.

The scream from Erana made her recoil in horror. That scream, she had heard it when people lost their limbs when the pain set in after the shock. Involuntarily she looked back. Her muscles seized up at the sight. Erana was on fire. Flesh was melting from her hands, there was bone and the screaming continued. The lekku were twisting up from the heat and blackened to charcoal. Bile rose up again when the stench hit her nose. By the Force…. Monster.

Finally the screaming stopped and the burning… pile of flesh fell still crackling. Her eyes snapped up to the most feared bounty hunter out there. His visor gave her no indication if he was even looking at her.

No, she'd rather die than be in the hands of such a monster. With the last strength that remained in her legs she pushed upwards, her upper body sliding over the ledge and then she fell.

The air whistled past her as her arms flew up as if she was reaching out to be caught. Anything was better than being in Boba Fett's grasp. She could see his helmet peering over. He would not be collecting this bounty. A smile formed knowing she had messed up his plans, how else would he be able to prove she was dead if her body was smashed to bits by the rocks below her?

To her horror, Boba lifted away and she could see the flames coming out of his jet pack. No… He rushed down towards her, his arms outstretched. There was no way she'd reach the bottom before he caught her. She had failed and her heart sank. How could she fool herself into believing that she could ever escape someone like him?

He caught her around her chest and forced them into a straight line above the jungle that started a bit away from the cliff. The force of the change in direction slammed her limbs down, pulling on her joints. If she could, she'd have groaned in pain.

Her arms were growing too heavy from the sedative as were her eyelids. His helmet had only looked down once and then back up to wherever they were flying. Her legs completely lost feeling now and she could feel her heart slowing down. How could she have been so stupid?!

She almost lost consciousness when she finally got a word out, "No."

If he had heard it didn't show and her senses were too weak to reach out. Then her eyes closed and everything went dark.


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