The sudden and insistent jerking of the ship awoke Drake with a shock. His eyes snapped open and he jerked out of bed, reaching for his blasters on his side of the end table. The ship rotated again, and he could hear surprised shouting from his crew down the hall.

"What's going on?" he cursed aloud to himself, passing a look to Ivy as she snatched her lightsaber off her end table. The ship shook again and Drake had to straighten his footing against the floor to right himself.

Ivy didn't speak a word, but instead but her lower lip, scowling as she braced herself against another rock of the Thieving Banshee. Drake waved to get her attention before stalking out of the bedroom, gripping his blasters in each hand and thanking the Force that he turned the passcode off of his bedroom door four days into Ivy's "stay."

The hallway was completely dark as the power on the ship went out, the engines silencing. The emergency lights along the floor of the hallway was the only source of light on the ship, the floor aglow in orange.

"Drake!" Tristan yelled, pistols in hand as he ran whilst leaning against the hallway wall for support. "What's going on?"

"I should be asking you that," Drake growled, continuing his trek towards the combat chamber. "We're you in the bridge? Why did you set off the alarm-"

"Cap, this attack came out nowhere," Tristan defended himself tersely. "Nothing showed up on the radar! Ships readings are registering the damage either."

"Ship entrance," Ivy said softly, redirecting her course and running towards the main door to the ship. Drake and Tristan shared one baffled look before following suit, trusting their Jedi friend to lead the way.

"Captain!" Jack yelled, peeking out from the maintenance room as the trio passed. "Dude, we are totally fried. Engines are down. System managed to pump some air into the ship before it went down, but soon we won't be able to breathe!"

"Work on getting the engines up and running," Drake ordered, heart slamming against his chest. "Focus on the back up generator!"

The sound of metal ripping rang in the hall, and a flurry of screams and shouts of fear could be heard throughout the Banshee. The ship rocked again and threw Drake against the wall, Tristan landing a few feet down the hall. Ivy was the only one who seemed to stay upright, hands outstretched and face tense in concentration. The ship slowly began to right its position, but Ivy began to strain, trembling slightly, and her eyes squeezing shut determination.

The door to the entry ramp burst off the hinges, flying across the hall to land in a crumbled metallic heap against the wall, smoke building around the empty doorway. The whole of the ship jerked again and Ivy was thrown off her feet and slumped against the wall, her lightsaber sliding across the floor and out of reach.

Drake pushed himself to his feet and snatched the lightsaber off the ground to approach Ivy, a blaster pointed at the doorway. He saw a shadow move through the smoke and Drake fired at it, cursing when the figure dodged the blow.

"Don't," Ivy commanded through a cough, taking Drake's offered lightsaber. "Really bad idea to piss her off," she said, struggling to stand.

"What?" Drake asked, narrowing his eyes. "Who is-"

The shadow leapt out of the smoke and tackled Drake, heavy paws on his shoulders as he was torn away from Ivy's side. He bit out a cry of pain as a claw embedded itself in a feeling patch on his skin, a snarling canine face growling loudly above him.

"Good boy Apollo," a foreign, feminine and downright evil voice sounded, a yellow lightsaber tip suddenly hovering over Drake's eye. "Stay down, Sith spawn. Ivy!" she called, voice quickly turning cheerful. "The rescue team has arrived, complete with canine unit and evil kitty!"

There was a loud hissing sound by Drake's ear and smaller claws that pressed into his face, a tiny grey nexu hissing angrily at him.

"Jumping the gun a bit, aren't you Evelyn?" Ivy asked, standing from the wall. "Thalia, come here," she ordered, and the nexu hissed in annoyance but obeyed nonetheless, bounding across the hall and into Ivy's outstretched arms.

"Why aren't you running away?" Evelyn asked, baffled. Then Drake saw as her eyes zeroed in on the Force cuffs. Her face scrunched in rage and the yellow lightsaber tip crept closer to Drake's eyes. "What is that Sith spawn?" she growled, the sound almost as feral as the dog's. "Ship is here, Ivy. We'll get that thing off later. Apollo, eat the smuggler."

"Evelyn," Ivy exhaled with a clear roll of her eyes. "Call him off, calm down, and we'll talk."

"Thanks for the help," Drake muttered sarcastically. "Mind getting the dog off of me now?"

"Shut it, ginger," Evelyn ordered. "No Sith lacky gets to speak!"

Drake narrowed his eyes at her. How had she known he was working for a Sith…

"Evelyn," Ivy tried again, "let him go. Why don't we go and bake a cake and talk like civilized Jedi?"

Evelyn growled again, narrowing her eyes at her friend. "You think you can bride me with sweet confectionary?"

"Yes," the other Jedi said without skipping a beat. "Evelyn, let him go. For me, please. Let him go."

Drake didn't know if it was the cake or the please that did the trick, but Evelyn sighed and deactivated her lightsaber, stepping back and whistling at the dog. With a low, unsatisfied growl the akk god crawled off Drake's torso.

Ivy crouched beside him, whipping away some stray dog saliva on Drake's face. "Are you okay?" she asked, voice filled with concern. When he nodded she offered a hand, pulling Drake to his feet.

He sent Evelyn a scathing glare and leaned against the wall of the ship, watching as Tristan approached cautiously, blaster rifle still wielded. Evelyn glanced sideways at him and quirked her eyebrows, the blaster flying out of Tristan's hands and to the floor several feet away.

"Mind telling me how you knew I was working for a Sith?" Drake asked, the problems with this whole situation rising quickly and he was not going to bother with any pleasantries. "Or instead how you found us so quickly?"

"Drake," Ivy warned, giving him a sour look. "Not now. I will need to steal the kitchen for a few hours, so both of you can take that time to calm down."

"I will not be swayed by sugar!" Evelyn denied vehemently. "I will not be interrogated either. I want to know why you don't seem intent on leaving when you were kidnapped. Dylan said they were treating you well, but…" she choked on air, eyed widening. "Drake? Wait. Wait, wait, wait!" she shook her head vigorously. Then her head snapped up and she once again wearing a cold and murderous expression. "You cold-blooded, lecherous swine!"

"Evelyn!" Ivy yelled, stepping between the two. "Calm down!"

"I will not!" she scowled, "the Sith spawn needs to be punished for this!"

"You sound like a Sith yourself," Drake commented, smirking when she seethed in rage.

"Oh, for the love of the Force," Ivy exclaimed. "Drake. You, please shut up. Evelyn. You. Me. Kitchen. Now."

"But-" Evelyn protested, letting out a surprised yelp when Ivy snatched her ear and yanked, pulling the seething Sith/Jedi thing down the hall, leaving Drake behind, bleeding, covered in droll, and glared at by an akk dog who appeared to have taken watch over Drake's person.

He sighed rubbing a hand down his face, flicking the drool off of him and giving his broken door a cursory glance. Fuck, that was going to take fixing.

"How the hell did she manage to get into the ship in the middle of space?" Tristan asked, moving to retrieve his blaster and sling it over his shoulder.

"Probably the mid-space docking tube," Drake scowled. "What I want to know is how she got the ships to dock together without permission on our end."

"Same way she hacked into the engines, I'd bet," Tristan muttered, approaching the door. He whistled low, poking at the metal. "She really did a number on us, didn't she? How did a girl who acts like a child become a Jedi?"

"A better question is why she's talking to our Sith employer," Drake countered. "That's what worries me. If he's talking to a Jedi who else is he talking to?"

Tristan shook his head. "Questioning each other like this isn't going to get us anywhere. Why don't we figure out how to get this door back on before we lose all the remaining air onboard?"

Drake shook his head. "Why don't we get the engines working again first?" he countered, giving the dog at his feet a sour glare. "That way we have the life-support systems up and running."

Tristan nodded and swept past Drake, yelling, "Jack! Step it up, buddy, three more bodies on board to add to air consumption!"

There was a general sound of cursing and the tumbling of machinery. Drake scowled and added "Break my ship and it comes out of your check!"

"Yeah, yeah," Jack called back hotly. "Heard this all before, Cap! I'm on it!"

"Who wants to brave the Jedi-Sith in a room full of knifes?" Tristan asked him, tensing. "I will be nice and cowardly and refrain from this adventure."

"Why are we braving the kitchen dungeon?" Drake asked.

"To kindly and without insult ask our attacker to release our ship from its Jedi-mind-trick- trap," Tristan coaxed, giving Drake a pointed look. "We need our ship free and I'm not risking going over to her ship to do it myself."

"Why is my second such a coward?" Drake asked to himself, thinking. "Jack!" he yelled, get out here.

The cyborg peeked his head out the door. "What now, dude, 'm busy? Thought you wanted the ship all fixed."

"I have a classified mission for you," Drake began, smirking when Jack straightened eagerly. "I am sending you to raid the enemy vessel and locate the weapon that disarmed our ship and deactivate it."

But he cocked his head, frowning. "Enemy vessel. That insinuates that there are enemies onboard. I don't know if I like this. Do I have to go?"

"If you don't want to suffocate," Tristan egged, "or face a wrathful knife-wielding Ivy."

Jack's face paled and he nodded. "Enemy ship, here I come!" he cheered, pivoting on his heal and moving towards the entrance. "Whoa! Dude, what happened to the door?"

"Weapon," Drake ordered. "Now."

""m on it, 'm on it," the cyborg rolled his eyes, cybernetic implant on his forehead beeping excitedly. "This'll be fun," he announced before running at full speed into the ship.

What had he done to end up with such a dysfunctional crew? Drake groaned aloud and rubbed his eyes, wishing he was anywhere else.

Jack screamed less than thirty seconds onto the ship and came charging at Drake, shaking his head. "Nope, nope, nope, man. Not happening. Not going in there. Nope, nope, nope. Back to my nice broken engines that don't laugh like kowakian monkey lizards!" He sped past both the Banshee captain and second and threw himself back into the engine room.

"Dungeon it is," Tristan coughed, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm going back to the bridge. Have fun, Captain."

Drake growled as his friend retreated into the darkness of the ship like a coward. "Ass," Drake muttered, wondering if there was enough power to update his will and write Tristan out of it before he was killed by the Sith-Jedi.

*AN*

Sorry for the months and months since I updated. College… It hit me, and wouldn't let me up. On summer vacation now, so if scuba classes don't interfere I'll be writing more and updating more!

Reviews are appreciated and I'll love you forever!

Also, thanks to CommanderCats for following this story! You have inspired me to keep going with this!

Also, thank you to my Beta, MizuAnzu for putting up with me and this fic!