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Chapter 1: A narrow escape.

"Master, behind you." Jedi master Jaken Rith turned to find himself staring down the barrels of two BlasTech rifles. He reacted on instinct, force pushing the clones away from himself. His lightsaber flashed into life deflecting a third clone's shot. He turned toward his new attacker to find the clone staring down at a blue beam of plasma jutting from his chest. The clone fell; standing in its place was Aya Lyn his Twi'lek Padawan.

She gestured toward a gunship landed close by where Jaken's first two attackers were getting to their feet. He smashed them together using the force, then threw their crumpled bodies to the side as he sprinted past. Aya emerged form the cockpit as he arrived, frustration and fear evident on her face.

"No fuel." She explained. Jaken franticly scanned the area for means of escape. His eyes settled on an ARC-170 fight that had just been refueled. Dashing toward it he used the force to trigger the cockpit hatches. As they opened he jumped, using the force to propel himself forward. He landed in the foremost cockpit.

Aya landed in the gunner's cockpit. She glanced backward and was amazed to find R3-X5, her master's astomech droid.

"Master," she called, "this is our ship."

"The force has guided us. Strap yourself in." Jaken hit the ignition and the engines roared to life. He activated the repulsorlifts, lifting them off the ground.

Aya's voice came over the intercom, "They're scrambling their fighters." Jaken wheeled the ship around and launched a series Proton torpedoes at the ARC-170 and V-wing fighters that were beginning to rise of the ground. When the smoke cleared none of the ships were left. Jaken turned and headed off planet.

Aya broke the silence "Master, there is a message from the temple, it says that the war is over and we should head back."

"Then we shall return. We should inform the council of the clones rebellion at any rate."