Chapter 6-An Evening With Zabra

The Firebolt 3000 floated into the ship, and into a small, cluttered room. It was filled to the ceiling with so many weapons, that Hannah found it a miracle they were able to fit. The door underneath them closed, and they were trapped in the dark room.

"Lumos!" Hannah muttered, and her wand glowed. She looked around, but couldn't find a door, probably blocked by all the junk. She scanned the low ceiling as well, but didn't see anything.

"I guess we're stuck here," she told Stitch. The little alien hadn't given up, though. He was pushing all of the weaponry to the walls, and was about to make a hole with his claws, when-

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Both Hannah and Stitch jumped. Hannah looked around the room, pointing her wand everywhere. She then spotted something, pushing itself out of a crate. It was Zabra Sleazebaggano.

"What are you doing here?" the witch demanded.

"What does it look like?" Zabra groaned. "I got locked in here, same as you. And you-stop right there!" He was pointing to Stitch, who was about to cut the floor again.

"Why?" Stitch asked. "Way out!"

"Yeah, and a way to suck all the air out of this room!" Zabra sighed. "I already tried that."

"Then we'll just have to call for help," Hannah told him, pulling out her communicator.

"Nice try, but there isn't any service," Zabra told her. "Oh, and before you try it, Jedi powers don't work either." He had sensed Hannah try to Force talk to Anakin. "Trust me…I know."

Hannah groaned, and leaned against a crate. "So…how did you get stuck here?"

"Well…if you must know…I'm going to go find Darth Tyranus on Genosis. 'Lucky' for me-" He put his fingers up to make quotations. "-My friend Boba was on his way there with his dad, and they're giving me a ride. Just my luck, his dad doesn't like me that much…"

"Why not?" Hannah asked. "If his dad is Jango Fett, then I though he was a partner to the Sith…"

"Yeah, right!" Zabra laughed. "Fett could care less about us! He's just in it for the money!"

"He doesn't like Jedi that much, either," Hannah pointed out.

"Of course not. He doesn't like anyone but himself…and the couple thousand clones he made. Hey-how do you know this much, anyway?"

"No reason…" Hannah simply said, not wanting to go into full detail about how she knew the future to a Sith apprentice.

"You're not a Jedi spy, are you?" Zabra asked, still suspicious. "'Cause that would cause me more trouble than I'm worth-"

"If I was a spy, then I wouldn't tell you." Hannah said dully. "So…about you knowing Voldemort…"

Zabra gasped in fright, his red skin going pink in the light. "You said the Dark Lord's name!" he whispered.

"Yeah…" Hannah said, finding it weird that billions of miles from home, people still feared her enemy's name. "But how could you know him…or me, for that matter? He's known on my planet, and that's far from here."

"Ah, the mysteries unknown to the Jedi…" Zabra sighed. "Too bad I can't tell you…"

On impulse, Hannah ignited her lightsaber, pointing the purple blade at the alien's throat. "Tell me!" she shouted.

Zabra merely chuckled, showing no fear. "Not the Jedi way, Potter…"

"All right then…tell me please!" she shouted more loudly, her sword now inches away from Zabra's neck.

Hannah didn't have a chance, though. Just as she was about to make a blow, the ceiling parted, and light shown through the room.

"Ah…what do we have here?" a voice sneered. A hand grabbed the back of Hannah's cloak, and she was pulled out of the room. She was now looking into the glaring red eyes of a man, with a white beard and hair, wearing black robes.

It was Count Dooku…otherwise known as the Sith Lord, Darth Tyranus.