The room was cold. I sat behind the force field, shivering. I had no idea where I was, but I still knew that it was somewhere in the Refugee sector; there was no mistaking that smell.

Shen and the two men had disappeared after throwing me in the cell, and I sat there, alone, cold and still teary. I know that a Jedi is supposed to feel no emotion, but I couldn't help it; a wave of sadness, like the one I felt the day my father died, just took over.

It felt like decades as I sat in the far corner, shielding my face away from those who might happen to walk past. I heard something, but decided to keep my face hidden. I didn't care who or what it was, I wasn't going to show my weakness.

A shadow loomed over me. "Quickly, get up!" A male voice ordered.

Confused, I looked up to see a young man, holding his hand down to me. I could not see his face, he was watching the hallway intently, which was now a silver colour rather than the purple colour it was behind the field. However, I could see his dark hair.

"Come on!" he bellowed and I took his hand.

He pulled me up and pulled me out of the room. He put the force field back up and, still holding onto my hand, started to walk down the long hallway. He took cautious steps, which I followed just as cautiously.

We came across our first lot of resistance just down the hall from my cell. Two junior guards, who looked like they were still eating lunch, ordered us to stop.

Following orders, I stopped, but the man pulled out a blaster and quickly shot down the two young guards with such skill and precision that I couldn't help but admire.

"Take this," he said, handing me a blaster. He was finally facing me and I took a good look at his face.

I had been in love once before, when I was very young. We had a 'pet' Kath hound named Ruby; her coat was a bright red colour. She was young, too young to pose any danger to dad and I. As with most Kath hounds, she had black eyes which were evil yet cute at the same time.

My father was weary of letting me and Ruby out by ourselves, but when I reached the tender age of 7, Ruby 1, he finally decided to let us go out on our own.

It was the most fun I'd had away from my father. Ruby and I ran through the long Dantooine grass like fixan sharks swimming through the clear waters of Manaan. We played under the warm sun, me throwing a small stick; Ruby catching it and bringing it back, ready to repeat the process.

However, like all good things, the fun Ruby and I had eventually came to an end. It's quite vivid in my memory; I threw the stick, but I didn't account for a group of wild Kath hounds hiding behind the roll of the hill. Ruby chased it, like normal but she didn't come back. She disappeared behind the hill. I called and called for her, but she didn't return. I eventually ran up the hill and looked out past the Blba trees but Ruby was never to be seen again.

I returned home that day, eyes full of tears. My father understood that I was upset and quickly told me that Ruby probably ran off with some handsome Kath hound male she'd found and that I should be happy for her.

But like all stubborn 7 year olds, I went and sulked in my room.

I had never seen anyone like him; he was absolutely stunning. I literally froze, my hand hovering above the blaster in his, as I took in his appearance. He was the most stunning man I'd ever seen; light blue eyes which contrasted his pitch black hair; soft lips and a small nose. His cheek bones sat at an unusual level, giving him an older look but I could tell that he wasn't much older than me.

At least I hoped he wasn't much older than me. I was completely head over heels for him that instant he turned and faced me.

Lost in his aura, I had totally forgotten where I was or the situation I was in. I was kind of taken back when he suddenly snapped at me.

"Are you gonna take the blaster or not!?" he asked, hitting my hand with it.

I shook my head and returned to reality. "Why would I do that?" I asked, still not grasping the fact that I was trying to escape.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Are all Jedi like you?"

I looked at him, shocked and a little angered. "What does that mean?"

He grabbed my hand with his empty hand and made it clasp the blaster in his other one. "Just take the blaster sister and come'n!"

I grudgingly did so and followed him down the hall where he'd shot the guards just before. No matter how good he looked, from what I knew he was a complete and total schutta.

It was weird using a blaster after practicing with melee weapons back on Dantooine. I was a bit upset at the fact that I was yet to use my light sabre; it probably would have made things a lot easier.

We'd taken down a total of 6 guards, 5 to him; 1 to me. I wasn't keeping count, no I don't think that highly of myself, but Quill, as his named turned out to be, made sure that I knew the count every time we came up against another guard. We had snuck past as many guards as possible, but sometimes stealth just wasn't an option. Quill was an expert, however, at these things, which lead me to believe that he was a scoundrel. We'd just broken into a room, thanks to Quill's expert slicing skills, when he'd called me over to a terminal and told me to look at the screen.

A boy… No, it wasn't a boy… Shen was being forced into a cell with a woman… Mira… by the guards he was with before. The audio on the camera was dodgy, but I could just make out several words being yelled by either Shen or the guards.

"The Jedi will come for her!" I heard someone call.

One of the guards appeared to laugh and then spat in Shen's face. He kicked him in the gut, pushing Shen right into the cell and a force field went up. I was unable to see into the cell, but I could see the three guards laughing at the cell whilst they walked away.

I felt an arm on my shoulder and turned to see Quill; him too looking down at the view screen; his face grim.

"It's up to you if you want to rescue him," he continued calmly, "don't forget, Jakkie, he is your best friend."

I gave Quill a look; how did he know that information? How did he know my name? I looked back down at the screen to see the force field suddenly ripple from inside impact and Shen's body falling back. He held his left arm with his right hand and looked to the camera.

Cakey… Help me…

I looked around me for the voice. "Did you say something?" I asked Quill but his reply was just a shake of the head.

Please…

There it was again! I left the terminal and looked right around the room but there was no one but Quill and I. I looked back to Quill who was giving me a strange look.

"Have you lost it?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I can hear a voice…"

Cakey!

"There did you hear it?" I asked, grabbing Quill by the collar. He shook his head.

I'm sor… The voice cut out. I looked around the room again while Quill asked me if I wanted to save Shen.

I suddenly recognised the voice.

I went back to the view screen to see several guards dragging Shen's motionless body away from the cell and down the hall. One of them was keeping watch of Mira while the cell was open.

I grabbed Quill's shirt and started to drag him from the terminal. "Come on we've got to save Shen!"

He stopped me quickly. "Ok, but you're going to need this." He held a long silver object in his hand; my light sabre.

I smiled and took it off him. We ran down the halls back to the cells.

We didn't know where the guards took Shen, but Mira did.