A/n. Alrighty then, here's the next exciting instalment in 'Suspect'. Hope you all enjoy – I'm sitting in the back room at work right now saying to myself… yeah, I have enough time to update. Haha. Read and review, please.

Chapter Three: Uh, What Do You Mean, We Just Lost the Starboard Stabiliser?

The Falcon and the Jedi's Calm were in hiding, behind the fourth planet of the Firkan system, which happened to be the closest to Firkan Five it was going to be all year. Luke had just made contact with the Falcon again, but the radiation from the gas giant was making it hard to communicate between the two ships. So Han had rigged up a booster from Gods only knew what secondary systems. Sarah really didn't want to know what secondary systems he'd had to butcher to get the job done. With her luck, he'd have used the rear deflectors, and they'd be blown out of the sky while trying to escape.

Mara Jade, Kam Solusar and a Jedi that Sarah had never met before were also on the Jedi's Calm with Luke, participating in the planning session with Han, Leia and Chewie. Sarah was content in sitting the planning session out – it wasn't as though she was an expert on infiltrating pirate bases. She sat around the dejarik table with Casey, Gibbs and Ziva, waiting for the Solos to finish their planning, even as Threepio hovered around the Chief of State and her husband, offering 'helpful' ideas.

"They must really trust you," Gibbs began, sarcastic. "I mean, they don't even include you in the planning."

Sarah just laughed at the man. "I have no experience storming bases on spaceships – heck, the only time I've tried piloting a spaceship, we ended up floating dead in space with diminishing life support. And since we don't know the layout of the base, we can't make a real plan involving that phase of the rescue. As it is, they know me well enough to know that I'm not much for the planning phase of things, I'm more into the doing. Besides, they aren't including me because they'd rather I didn't know the plan so they have more of a chance keeping me on the ship during the rescue. Just watch – I'll bet you ten gold nobles that they try telling me I'm too injured to help."

"You'd be a liability to the rescue-"

"The only people I'm a liability to," Sarah interrupted the man firmly, "Are the pirates. Trust me, it takes more than a couple of old injuries to stop me from helping my friends."

As though to prove her point, Sarah stood and made her way over to the quietly consulting trio.

"How're we doing this?" She asked.

"We'll follow Four's curvature until we're facing directly towards Firkan Five." Han began. "The gas giant should shield us from their sensors until we're halfway through their atmosphere. If we go down hot and fast, they won't have enough time to scramble fighters, and we should make it down safely."

"They shouldn't have anything to blow us out of the sky with." Leia added.

"No turbolasers, no torpedo bays, nothing. If they had that, pesky Republic warships could figure out where their hideout is. The best they can do is scramble ships." Han added, with a grin at his wife. "So then we'll land planetside and lock down the ships. I'll set the belly gun to fire on anyone that approaches without keying a remote, which I'll carry. You and your friends can stay and guard them-"

"You owe me ten gold nobles, Gibbs." Sarah called over her shoulder, before turning back to Han. "Not a chance. I'm fine, and I won't let anything happen to Jaina, Jacen and Anakin."

"You're injured. You're arm's in a sling, for crying out loud!"

Angrily, Sarah tore the sling off, letting her left arm hang painfully by her side, trying not to wince. "Try and stop me, Han."

"You try and stop us." Gibbs stood and moved over to the comm. "I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Told you so." Ziva murmured to Sarah, who shook her head.

"Fine. So long as you're ready to shoot to kill, and follow orders, you can come." Turning to Han, Leia and Chewie she shrugged. "I'm told they're a fair shot, and we can use all the help we can get. Han, weapons."

"Sarah…" Casey trailed off, looking uncertain.

"You stay with the ships and Threepio." Lowering her voice in a stage whisper, she added, "Don't be afraid to tell him to shut up if you have to."

The attorney looked ready to argue, but held her tongue. She knew, from experience in the bowels of the White Martian ship, that she would be a dead weight on the rescue mission.

"Sarah…" Luke's voice came over the comm.

"Luke…" Sarah replied in the same tone of voice. "You all know you don't have a chance at convincing me otherwise. I'm going. I'm not going to let the kids down. This is the second time I haven't been able to stop them from being kidnapped, only this time I wasn't taken with them, and I haven't been able to protect them from the big bad."

"It wasn't your fault." The smuggler said softly.

"I didn't move fast enough, Han." She didn't spare a glance in his direction. "I'm going, whether you like it or not. Got a spare blaster or three?"

He sighed and stood, leaving the room. When he returned, presumably from accessing a secret compartment, he passed over three repeating blasters – the only kind Sarah had been taught to use – and she quickly schooled Ziva and Gibbs on their use. The ex-smuggler and their counterpart ship made their way around the gas giant, before Han, Leia, Chewie and Sarah strapped into seats in the cockpit. Sarah held her breath as they came into sight of the rocky planet. She had to let the breath out slowly as no enemy fighters or freighters lifted off from the planet to attack.

"This might actually work." She remarked evenly, earning a dirty look from Han.

"Of course it's going to work, I came up with the plan, didn't I?"

Sarah and Leia shared a look and tried to hide smiles. "Sure thing, Han, whatever you say." The knight managed to mumble, and he shook his head, muttering about disrespectful youths.

They entered the atmosphere at an insane speed, and when Sarah glanced back, through the open cockpit door, she saw alarm on the earthlings' faces. She tried to reassure them with a grin, but Casey's fingers tightened on her armrests to the point that her knuckles turning white. The Messenger for the Gods rolled her eyes and turned back around, to face out of the viewport.

When the ground was getting closer and closer, Sarah glanced at Han. He wasn't pulling up. "Uh… Han?! Any day now…"

"Not just yet." He grunted. Sarah saw on the sensors that Luke's ship was mirroring the downward plunge.

"Han?" Leia asked, her voice tinged with worry. "You can do this in the Alderaan, but the Falcon breaks down regularly, you do remember that, don't you?"

"The Falcon won't break down." He scoffed, pride in his vessel clear in his voice.

Just as he finished those fateful words, there was a rattle, a very audible clank, and something came flying off the side of the ship. That's when the siren started squealing. "What the-"

"Oh shit." Sarah thumped her head against the headrest before turning to Han. "You had to say it. You had to say that the Falcon wouldn't break down. You jinxed us!"

He shook a finger at her before turning back to the controls. "No big deal, just the starboard stabilizer."

"The what?!" Leia snapped.

"Uh, Sarah…!" Casey's voice was very nervous, and Sarah glanced back to look at the attorney, who looked positively terrified, with good reason.

"Don't worry, we don't need the starboard stabilizer." She reassured with more calm than she felt. "I've flown a YT-1200 freighter without much more than an engine, remember? And Han here's a much better pilot than me."

"What's going on over there?" Mara Jade's voice came over the comm. "Did you just lose your starboard-"

"Yes, we did." Han grunted. "Hold on." The last was aimed at the occupants of the Millennium Falcon, and he pulled upwards on the controls, trying to level out the ship before it hit the ground.

He managed to complete the manoeuvre with only a handful of metres between the belly of the ship and the rocky surface, and an audible sigh of relief was heard throughout the cockpit. Sarah risked a glance back at Casey, who had her head down, seemingly in prayer. When the attorney looked up, Sarah gave her a grin. "See? No big deal."

Casey's mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out. Ziva spoke for her, her voice clear but still a little shaky. "Let's not do that again."

"No." Leia agreed, glaring at her husband and smacking him on the arm. "Let's not."

Chewie, in the copilot's seat, growled something and laughed. This made Leia glare harder. "You thought that might happen?!"

Han held up his hands, to ward off any more blows and to placate his furious wife. "We were tinkering when the kids were taken, remember? You should know by now what happens when we tinker."

A voice came over the comm, interrupting any response Leia was about to give. "Is everyone alright over there?"

"I think Special Agent Gibbs wet his pants." Sarah replied to Mara's query for everyone, receiving a snicker from Casey, a glare from Gibbs and a covert smile from Ziva. "Apart from that, everyone's okay."

"Well, good, get yourselves out here. We've got a job to do, if you'll remember." The woman snapped, and that seemed to spur everyone into action. They immediately released their crashwebbing and stood. Sarah was first down the ramp, clapping a hand on Luke's shoulder as she passed the waiting Jedi Master. Han and Leia followed, and Ziva, Gibbs and finally Chewie brought up the rear.

A familiar redheaded woman dressed in a flightsuit with a blaster on her left hip, lightsaber on her right and a vibroknife hanging next to it was standing by the boarding ramp of a vaguely familiar space yacht. Standing next to her were two men. The older one she recognized. Kam Solusar, a man who made no effort to conceal his dark past, was a sombre individual who – in Sarah's opinion – sorely needed to develop a sense of humour.

The younger man next to him, maybe Sarah's age, looked like he already had one, and it was put to good use. He gave her a nod, letting half a grin cross his face when she returned it. He must have heard the comment about Gibbs wetting himself.

"Sarah, this is Kyp Durron, Kyp, this is Sarah Gibson." Kam introduced without preamble.

"She doesn't feel like a Jedi." Kyp stated suddenly.

"That's cause I'm not." Sarah replied with a frown. What kind of a greeting was that?

"The rumours that circulated around the Academy after you left said you were more powerful than Master Skywalker."

"What rumours?" She frowned again. What was this kid on about?

"You split the ground to show us your Gift, remember?" Mara prompted impatiently. "A lot of the younger students thought you must be either a Dark Jedi, to have that kind of power, or that you were just way more powerful than Luke."

"Glad to see the rumour mill travels with me when I hop between dimensions." The knight muttered, before turning to Kyp. "I'm not a Jedi. I use the Gift, which is magic, and comes from within me. It's not all encompassing like the Force. Now, I've got some measure of power, I'm not some village hedgewitch, but I doubt my abilities compare to Luke's when he's got all his Jedi-ness going."

"'Jedi-ness'?" Kyp asked, and Sarah shrugged.

"Luke, Mara, Kam, Kyp, this is Special Agent Gibbs and Officer David." Leia interrupted her response firmly. "They're going to be helping. Now we need to get going, I-" Her voice cut off as her face clouded over. A quick glance at the other Jedi confirmed Sarah's suspicion. The woman was sensing something through the Force.

"Leia? Luke? Anyone?" She waved a hand in front of Mara's face, and the redhead snapped out of it just as Leia gasped and staggered backwards, into her husbands waiting and supporting arms.

"There's a Dark Jedi in there, with Jaina, Jacen and Anakin." The woman replied before clearing her throat. "That changes things."

"Yeah, that just means that I'm going to have to kick his ass too before we go rescuing." Sarah shrugged. "Come on, we dealt with Runorlan."

"This guy isn't as powerful as Runorlan." Luke shook his head. Leia had straightened, now Luke nodded to the cave system that was the smuggler group's hideout. "We need to get moving, now. Jaina's in pain, and they're all terrified."

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Halfway through their trot to the caves, they'd come across a ship. Han had frowned, and asked, "Where have I seen that ship before?"

When it was obvious the ship was unoccupied, they continued their journey to the caves, and it became obvious where the occupants of the ship had gone.

"Where are the sentries?" Sarah asked for the fifth time, mostly speaking to herself as she glanced at the entrance to the cave system. The planet was hot, in a dry heat sort of way that made Sarah worry about the amount of radiation pounding down on her from the gas giant high in the sky. Han had told her it wasn't a dangerous amount, not in the terms of the few minutes they'd been out there, but she couldn't help but wonder.

And the uneasiness at the energy bombarding her body translated into uneasiness at the situation. No good strategy for guarding a base camp included forgoing sentries. And yet, there were none posted, at all, outside the caves.

"I have no idea. Maybe our friends in the yacht took care of them, or maybe they're just sloppy." Han answered her previous question, a frown on his face. It was unusual, to say the least. "Oh well, we can only hope they're this sloppy inside, too. Maybe it'll be a quick thing – in, grab the kids, out, back to the Falcon."

They had locked the Falcon down completely, with Casey and Threepio inside, just like Artoo had done with the Jedi's Calm, the ship the others had brought from Yavin Four.

"Something's fishy here." She heard Gibbs mutter to Ziva.

"I agree." The Israeli answered, and they found their way to the entry of the caves. There was a large stone plug blocking their forward momentum, about two metres in from the cave entrance.

Luke thrust his lightsaber into the plug, but the minute it came in contact with the large stone block it fizzed out. "Short-circuit." He explained. "There must be cortosis ore in the stone."

"What's cortosis ore?" Sarah frowned.

"An energy absorbing stone. It's a good defence against lightsabers." He explained, and Sarah nodded thoughtfully.

"Does it absorb all kinds of energy?" She asked.

"There's only one way to find out." Mara grinned wolfishly at the younger woman, and gestured for everyone to get back.

"Gibbs, this is the kind of thing that happened to your dead Marines." She explained, and gathered her Gift in the palm of her hand. Letting loose, she was shocked to see the stone door still standing. "What?"

"It's weakening." Kam said with certainty. "Another hit…"

Nodding, the young Tortallan knight let her magic gather once again. This time, when it came in contact with the stone, the plug shattered, revealing flakes of a black substance that reminded Sarah of flint. "Is that cortosis ore?"

"Yeah." Kyp replied, and paused as bodies came into view. "Well, there are the sentries."

Each of the two bodies sported a blaster wound somewhere on the torso, and a slit throat. It seemed whoever was intruding didn't want to risk the guards getting back up.

Any further conversation was cut off by blaster bolts heading their direction.

"I guess these are the replacement sentries." Sarah muttered to Ziva as they ducked to one side of the entrance, repeating blasters raised to return fire. Unfortunately, they couldn't get a shot around the corner without leaning too far around it.

Four lightsabers snapped on with a hiss, and as one the Jedi stepped out into the stream of blaster fire, blades whirling in a colourful – and dangerous – display of skill as they reflected the bolts back at the new sentries. Soon enough, the whine of blaster fire was silenced.

As one, silently, the group moved into the cave system to begin their search.

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They'd been walking cautiously through the cave system for a few moments when it split off in three directions. "Ooh, fantastic." Sarah's voice was sarcastic. "A fork in the road."

"I thought that only counted when it split off in two directions." Ziva commented lightly.

"Most forks have four prongs, I've seen forks with three prongs." The knight defended her statement. "They were spaghetti forks, we sometimes use them at balls and by the Gods, something actually sank in during those blasted etiquette lessons." She groaned, before looking to Leia. "So who's on what team?"

"Team?" This was from Mara.

"Yes, team." Sarah narrowed her eyes at the woman. "We are so splitting up. Three corridors, three teams. Otherwise the pirates can play hide the kids and escape again while we're searching down the wrong corridor."

Han gave her a look. "Well, how's this then. You go back to the Falcon on the 'guard the ship' team, and we-"

Sarah gave him an unamused look, before snapping her fingers at Gibbs and Ziva. "You two, with me. I want to keep an eye on you. We'll take this corridor." She started walking down the far right corridor without waiting for either of them to follow.

"Is she serious?" Ziva asked Gibbs, almost disbelievingly.

He just stared after her, and Sarah's head turned slightly as she called over her shoulder. "Now, or are you two big, bad NCIS agents scared of a few scawy piwates?" The last was said in a babyish voice, mocking in its entirety.

Mara and Luke glanced at Leia. "What's got her so riled up?" The red head asked.

Leia just shook her head and sighed. "I think she just wants a decent fight to get the tension out of her system. Go with her – keep her out of trouble."

Mara gave her a nod and gave both the NCIS agents a shove, before trotting to catch up to the young woman, who had her blaster up and pointed down the corridor. The NCIS agents hurried to catch up.

Luke's call stopped them all in their tracks, and they turned to see the Jedi Master hurrying towards them. Sarah just raised her eyebrows expectantly, as though to ask why the hell he'd stopped them – they stayed raised for an entirely different reason as he swept Mara up in a passionate embrace, kissing the redhead for all she was worth. And what was more shocking – the woman reciprocated.

By the time they broke apart Sarah's jaw was hanging. The first Jedi in the new order brushed a stray strand of hair out of Mara's face and murmured, "May the Force be with you."

"You too." The redhead returned just as softly, and before Sarah knew it Luke was back with the rest of the pack, and Mara had turned to face the unknown corridor again.

"Let's get moving." The older woman suggested gruffly, and Ziva and Gibbs followed without a question. It was Sarah's turn to stand there and stare, dumbstruck.

When Mara rounded the corner it broke the spell, and the knight raced to catch up. When she caught sight of the woman again, she blurted, "What the hell was that?!"

"Keep your mind on the job, Sarah."

"No – last I heard you were a smuggler's assistant, and a part time Jedi. You barely even liked Luke!" Sarah pestered, jaw stubbornly refusing to close.

"We, well… it's only a new thing." Mara promised. "We only got married a month ago-"

"Married?!" Sarah squeezed out. Finally her jaw closed, and her eyes narrowed. "Did my invitation get lost in the mail?" She snarked.

"We had no way of getting in contact with you." Mara reminded her. "Now, we can gossip later, including about your new friend – Leia told me. Right now we've got to find the kids and – if it's safe to do so – deal with the Dark Jedi."

Sarah stared at her for a moment longer before giving a curt nod. "Gotcha, oh leader of mine. Lead the way."

Mara shook her head. "This is your party. You're the one that wanted to take this corridor, you lead. That way if anyone gets shot in the ass, it'll be you."

The knight grinned and moved to the forefront of the small group. Ziva and Gibbs took the relative safety of the middle of the group, and Mara brought up the rear, in a diamond formation.

It wasn't long until they encountered their first obstacle, in the form of a seemingly bottomless pit. "What the-"

"These pirates are clever." Mara sighed. "The pit's only two metres wide, but this tunnel is dark enough that you wouldn't notice it until it was too late if you were running from anyone. It's a booby trap – you see how this edge is higher than the other edge? It's a trap to keep people in."

"Tricky bastards." Sarah muttered, before sighing. "At least it's an easy enough jump."

"And how do we get back up?" Gibbs pointed out.

"One, I meant that, jumping back over here, would be an easy enough jump." Sarah smirked at the man, before shrugging. "Besides, there's got to be some way for them to get from there to here. There's a control panel somewhere over on that side."

"Do you want to bet your life on that?" Ziva pointed out.

"I'm willing to bet yours." Sarah replied easily. "Now stop arguing. We're heading over there. If you're going to argue every step of the way, I'm going to leave your asses here." And with that, she and Mara jumped over the gap in almost perfect unison.

Gibbs and Ziva shared a look before replicating the jump, with considerably less grace.

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Leia, Luke and Kam made their way down the middle corridor in silent agreement, leaving Han, Kyp and Chewie to take the far left.

"You chose an interesting way of breaking the news to Sarah." Leia commented lightly after a few moments of quick walking.

"Breaking the news? I… that's right, she didn't know…" Luke's voice was distracted with the mission. "Oh well, she knows now."

Kam chuckled softly at the Jedi Master, but it was cut off as four armed ruffians stepped out from an enclave in the wall. Just as they opened fire, Mara's voice came over the comm. links. "They've booby trapped the entire place, expect the unexpected."

"Thanks, Mara." Leia replied dryly, her blaster firing as Luke and Kam deflected the shots. "We noticed."

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"Need help, Your Highnessness?" Han asked with concern as his wife's voice came over the comm, echoed with the sound of blaster fire and swinging lightsabers.

"We're alright, Han." Luke promised.

"Well, good. You look after my wife, you hear?"

"Yes, Han." The Jedi Master's voice was almost bored. "I'll make certain to take care of my sister."

Han frowned. "Well… good."

"Cut the comm. chatter, people." Mara's voice was stern. "Let's not give the pirates more of an advantage than they already have."

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Because idle chatter will reveal all our plans. Sarah rolled her eyes, but didn't comment. She would have made the same call as Mara if she were leading a group of Guardsmen in hunting down raiders or spidrens. They were making their way deeper into the corridor, and deeper into the ground as they overcame more of the pit traps. They weren't stupid – they'd checked for a control panel hidden in the sheer rock walls after the first one, and found them. Now they ran into a different kind of trap – a large laser turret mounted into the wall, it unfolded itself and began firing as soon as it sensed their presence.

Mara's lightsaber was up and deflecting the bolts as soon as the first bolt soared overhead, but the effort of deflecting such powerful beams took its toll on the woman as it forced her arms back once, twice, three times with the powerful backlash. The fourth time, and it forced her arms completely out of guard position, and Sarah had to raise a hasty shield to stop the next beam.

Gasping when the laser hit her shield – it was very powerful – she glanced at Mara. "Do you want to do something about this thing? I can't hold the shield very long – that thing packs a more powerful punch than a blaster."

"You're shield-"

"Is unidirectional. Just – throw your lightsaber, or something. Quick!" Sarah gritted out through clenched teeth.

Mara didn't waste another second as she focused on the lightsaber, using the Force to guide it. All too soon the laser cannon was a pile of slag, and Sarah let out a breath of relief. "Let's not make it a habit of running into those things."

"No, let's not." The redhead agreed, working her shoulder, a grimace on her face, before she thumbed on her comm. unit and warned the others about the laser cannons in the corridors.

The corridor ahead curved to the right softly, and as they reached the bend Sarah swore. "A dead end?!"

"Maybe not." Mara shook her head, creeping forward, blaster up and aimed. "There may be a control panel at the end of the corridor to open up a door or something. Come on."

As a tightly knit group, they walked forward. And as a tightly knit group, they seemingly fell through the floor…

They didn't fall, so much as slide down a nearly forty five degree angle, on a slope littered with small pieces of rock. Another booby trap. With the 'floor' above them, and the ground below coming up quickly, Sarah tried to get her feet under her, to slow herself down. Her mistake.

"Shit!" The woman yelled as she launched herself through the air in an uncontrolled somersault. Trying desperately to gather some measure of control over her freefall, she twisted so she could see the ground – and saw it entirely too close for comfort. Nevertheless she tried to curl into a ball and roll with the impact, succeeding only partially.

Sarah lay there groaning for a moment, fire blazing in her shoulder and down her back, even as Mara slid to a graceful stop at the bottom of the miniature rockslide. Gibbs and Ziva fared no better than Sarah – the woman's feet caught at the bottom of the slide, and she tumbled for a few metres before landing flat on her face. Gibbs kept his feet above ground level, and as a result didn't tumble – he kept sliding for about a metre more, before scrambling to his feet to help Ziva stand.

Mara did the same for Sarah, an eyebrow raised. "I thought you were supposed to be this expert fighter – don't you know how to roll with the punches? Why did you try to stand up there?"

"We were coming down too fast. Not everyone has the benefit of the Force to slow themselves, and I didn't want that to happen." Sarah gave a nod to Ziva, who was grasping her left wrist in her right hand as Gibbs gently turned it over, to examine it.

Noticing Sarah's attention, Ziva called, "It is nothing serious. A small sprain, nothing more."

"Can you still shoot with your right hand?" Mara asked, and the Mossad attaché nodded.

"Definitely."

Sarah turned to look back up at the top of the hill. "How the hell did we miss the gigantic booby trap?"

Mara gave a nod to two unusual devices sticking out from the wall. "The ground was a hologram."

They were interrupted from further discussion when the sound of scuffling and light swearing came down the corridor from right angled turn. They quickly hugged the wall, blasters raised, even as they heard the sound of a child struggling. "Let me go!"

Mara gave Sarah a look, and mouthed, 'Jaina'. The knight gave her a nod and pushed away from the wall. There was a time for caution and hiding against the wall, but that would more or less invite the pirate to use the girl as a human shield.

Instead, Sarah strode down the corridor, flicking the setting of her blaster to a very low 'stun', just in case. She held the blaster at chest level. She could hear the pirate straining with the struggling nine year old. "Stop it, ya little brat! We're headin' for the ships, and we're getting out of here. It's too hot with that redheaded bitch runnin' round, killing people."

Sarah didn't spare a glance back to know that Mara was confused at the statement too – she hadn't been running around killing people. That left the owners of the other ship as the perpetrators. Sarah gave a mental shrug and kept walking quietly, even as she heard the pirate yell out in pain. "That's it, ya little brat-"

"Let me go! My mama and papa are going to be here soon, and you're gonna wish you'd never-"

That was when they turned the corner, and the pirate ran smack bang into Sarah. He blinked, and she gave him a chilling smile. "You're gonna wish I was her mother or father."

TBC…