The two Jedi ignited their lightsabers. This being done, the clones prepared their blasters. A few clones took cover behind some nearby crates, but the clone commander, who hadn't spoken once, called them back to the group. She was a woman. When she turned her head to call the clones back, Ambrose could see the number one hundred twenty carved into her helmet.

"There is some danger here, in this room," Coda said in a low voice, "and it's waiting for us." Coda was speaking in a low ominous tone. It riled up a fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Split up into groups of three," Serena said. "Three groups will go search, one will stay put with the ship." Serena, also, was speaking low, but her voice instilled less fear. "Sly, you're with me and Coda. Dux, Val, you two are with One Twenty. Boca, Ambrose, your with Pete. The rest of you stay with the ship. Let's move out."

The voice of Dux was heard on the helmet com-links, "Keep your com-links on and don't make any unnecessary noises." Tiny flashing acknowledgement lights flashed on their HUDs.

They moved silently and slowly to the tall maze of crates that they would have to secure. They judged that the exit of the supply bay was thirty meters from the first crate and the walls of crates were three meters high, which wouldn't allow them to see over very easily. They moved farther and farther apart. Pete's squad was on the left flank, the Jedi on the right, and One Twenty was going right down the middle. They put their backs up against the crates and waited for the all-clear-signal. Pete slowly turned in order to see down the left corridor. He edged slowly, gun first, and with a sudden burst of quickness, he jumped out. Nothing.

"Left corridor clear," said Pete. Acknowledgement lights blinked.

"Center corridor clear."

"Right corridor clear."

Pete motioned for Boca and Ambrose to follow. Pete walked cautiously down the corridor. Boca followed on his left, Ambrose on his right. Pete walked a few meters and ordered them to halt and Pete put his back against the wall again, so did Boca and Ambrose. Pete looked down looked into a small hallway, looked back at them and said, "It's a dead-end. General, do you got a dead end on your corridor too?"

Coda's voice sounded, "Ya. This could cause problems."

Then One Twenty's voice sounded on the com-link, "All clear on the first hallway." Pete walked forward to the next hallway and saw them. The Jedi appeared soon after at the far end of the hallway.

"Move forward, men," Coda ordered.

The next hallway was also a dead-end, but the last on the left side. The Jedi found their last after the first hallway too.

They secured one hallway after another without finding any droids until they reached the wall. They met at the far end of the supply bay near the center corridor.

"Well, I guess there's nothing here," Dux said.

"No! I know there is something in here. I can feel it," Coda yelled. "I--," his eyes widened and he started running towards the men who were fortified around the ship, yelling, "GET DOWN! EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" Then all the sudden the rows of crates began exploding, starting with the crates closest to the ship. Coda threw open the door and pushed everyone into the hallway. The second they hit the ground, the last row of crates, which had been closest to them, exploded.

"AHH! DAMMIT!" It was One Twenty. She had impaled by a piece of molten metal in her right leg. The troubles hasn't passed yet.

"Freeze," ordered a monotonous voice. They lifted their heads to see a column of battle droids pointing their blasters. "Put your hands up." Only Coda and Serena followed this order, but when they did this, all battle droids were thrown up to the ceiling by an invisible force and fell to the ground in a cluttered mess.

"So that's the mysterious power of the Jedi," one clone whispered.

They slowly got up; One Twenty had to be hoisted up onto Dux's shoulders. They left the hallway and made their way back to the ship. The door closed behind them with a hiss. The clones that were left there were pulling bits of crate off the corvette. They made their way through the clumps of sharp molten metal cautiously.

Coda spoke, "Serena and I will patch up One Twenty. Pete and Ambrose will check the corvette's system so we know whether or not we got a way out of here. The rest of you keep watch while we're occupied." Then he spoke in an ominous tone, "The Separatists obviously know were here. Don't let your guards down, otherwise were all dead." No one responded. The two Jedi then took One Twenty into the ship. Pete motioned Ambrose to follow him into the ship. The Jedi turned into the cargo hold. Pete and Ambrose didn't look but for a moment. They didn't feel the least bit safe anymore, especially not in the cramped cockpit.

They sat down and Pete turned to Ambrose to speak, "Ambrose," he sighed. Ambrose didn't expect a relaxing joke like earlier. "I'm a little worried. Uhh . . . I am afraid that . . . we might not actually make it back."

Ambrose sighed and replied, "I guess we'll see." He then turned on the ship-board computer. He then pushed a series of buttons to check the ship's systems. The systems were unscathed. "Try the engines now, Pete."

Pete reluctantly did this. He slowly ignited the engines. He brought the engines to higher and higher powers. When the engine power reached seventy five percent there was a BAM and the smell of smoke soon filled the air.

"NO NO NO NO!" Pete yelled. He ran as much as the size of the ship allowed him; Ambrose promptly followed him with a great feeling of despair. Pete was standing almost under the engine exhaust ports, staring. "Give me a boost up, Ambrose." Ambrose then lifted him up on his hands and Pete was looking directly into the exhaust port. He waved away smoke and examined its interior. ""Damn it to hell!"

"What is it?" questioned Coda who had ran out next to Ambrose.

"Bits of those crates fucked up the engines, general," Pete mumbled. "We can't push our engines past seventy five percent. If we do we'll burst into flames, assuming the engines will start again. Even if they do, once we hit that energy field, we'll be going nowhere fast. And even still, we'd be sitting ducks to just about anything and everything: fighters, explosions, asteroids, any way you put it, we're screwed."