I do not own Naruto or Star Wars. Jacen Chrytos is my OC. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and Star Wars to Lucasarts.

'I'd have been better off going back home, then I wouldn't be on this damn ship going to gods-know-where...' He looked at the armed man again. "So, you speak English?"

"Haha!" The man said loudly. "I figured you could speak, considering the wide range of expletive you were muttering in your sleep." He regarded Jace. "And I speak Basic, not this 'English' you mentioned."

"Not that it matters, but where are you taking me?" Jace asked pointedly.

"You and flower-head over there," He gestured towards an unconcious person that Jace determined to be his own age. "Are going to be sold to the highest bidder at Nar Shadaa."

"That sounds like some disease I'd get under my toenail." Jace said, giving the slaver a flat stare. "I'm assuming, however, that it's a place?"

"You're smart, brat." The man said, smirking. "Jusy hope your new master has need of it."

Jace switched over to another language he spoke. "Go shove a knife down your own throat, scumbag." He said in Japanese. The other blonde stirred.

"Speak a real language," The man said, swinging his hand at Jace's face.

Jace took the momentum from the blow to roll himself onto his feet. He rammed his head into the man's gut, driving directly into his solarplexus with enough force that the man fell unconcious. "Hit harder and I might, stronzo." Jace dropped down to grab what he guessed was the key to the locks around his wrists. He opened the locks and put the manacles on the man's wrists.

Jace moved to free the other youth when he felt a knife at his throat and a voice say in native Japanese, "Move any farther, and your blood will be all over the floor." He saw a hand gesture for the key. Jace held it up, allowing it to be taken.

"It's never kind to threaten the person who assists you in escape from unjust captivity." Jace said in Japanese, quickly standing and turning to face his assailant. He was face to face with an almost identical copy of himself, holding a blackend knife with a triangular tip. "It's usually easier to work with them to get away from danger, no?"

"So you speak my language, but you don't ask my name?" The other blonde said sharply.

"You haven't asked mine either..." Jace pointed out.

"Uzumaki Naruto."

"Jacen Chrytos."

Jace picked up the slaver's rifle and positioned himself near the door. "Shall we?" He tilted his head towards their only exit. "I'll assume you know how to use that properly."

Naruto grinned. "Let's go."

Twenty minutes and ten kills later

"At least we made it to the bridge..." Jace said, hopeful that the ship could be diverted from its current course. But even as he said it, he knew that there was no way that he and Naruto would be returning to Terra any time soon. 'This is the part where we all say "Fuck"...'

Naruto sensed the hopelessness of their situation and tried to cheer his companion up. "At least we're not dead yet."

"True..." Jace admitted. They both laughed nervously. Jace looked out the window. He noticed that the blue-white lines had slowed to become stars. "I think we stopped."

"And we have a welcoming party..." Naruto said, gesturing towards the other ships that were now fast approaching their own comandeered vessel.

They heard a voice through a speaker. "This is the Republic vessel Adamant Venture. Your ID signature lists you as a slave ship. Slavery is illegal in Republic space. Prepare to be boarded.

Jace turned to Naruto. "You want to swear this time, or should I?"

"You can do it this time."

"Fuck-nuts."