"Look, I know what your thinking. But, there is another Medical bay, plus he may not have even been in that one. Let's go. We may still be able to find him." Rex said, trying to comfort Sabine. Sabine nodded, her voice to hoarse to say anything. She stood, and as soon as she had her blaster in her good hand, Rex started moving down the corridor. "The other station is below us. We need to use the elevator to move down" Rex said, as he rounded a corner. "And I think we just may have found it," he says, pointing down the hall where two elevator tubes were.

"Admiral, the Rebels destroyed a medical station…I think they want to kill the inquisitor, not kidnap." An officer on the bridge of the Kingslayer said to Hussiar. Hussiar turned to face the officer, stroking his own chin, in deep thought. "Keep me informed." He said, then turned to the holotable. He needed to make a transmission.

As Rex and Sabine rode down the elevator, all was silent. Rex was making sure both of his blasters were unharmed, and Sabine was just starring at the door, waiting for it to open. She was fully expecting to get gunned down as soon as the door opened, but when it did, there was nothing. She was confused. "Where the blast are all the bucketheads?" She thought to herself, as she stepped out into the corridor. Rex followed, looking around. "Erm… I think its to the left" he said. When Sabine turned to the left, she could see why he thought so-a large medical cross hung over a door at the far end of the hall. Of course, it was guarded by troopers, but that was to be expected.

As the transmission came to an end, Hussiar was pleased. He was going to crush these Rebels under his heel, and possibly get a promotion. Moff Jak Hussiar. Possibly a Grand Moff, in a matter of time. And all he had to do was crush the Rebels. "Too easy" he thought to himself. "Order all remaining troops to lock themselves in any secure room they can find. I have been granted pro mission to use designation 030.657.030 on these scum." He said to the communications officer, who did as he was told.

"All hands, secure yourselves. 030.657.030 is authorized." The ships intercoms screeched, as troopers locked themselves away in rooms. Sabine and Rex were confused. Not even Rex had ever heard of "030.657.030" before. "What's going on?" He murmured, before hearing the inhumane shrieking coming from down the hallway.