Halfway to the Imperial Palace, where Daala's office was, Luke felt through the Force that Jacen was in danger. He reached out and probed to find that Ben was attacking him inside the Jedi Temple. Luke extended his reach to try to commune to Ben to lay off against his cousin, but the Grand Master's son was too distracted by his own anger and hatred of Jacen that Luke was seriously concerned that his own offspring was now slipping to the dark side of the Force.

Looking to his wrist chrono, Luke found that he had only twenty minutes to see Daala before she decided to send the police back to invade the Temple. Quickly doing the math in his head, Luke knew that he didn't have the time to go back and break up whatever was going on. Hence, after setting the airspeeder on autopilot, he took out his personal commlink and typed in Kenth Hamner's frequency; he knew that, if he tried contacting Ben that way to try and tell him to cease his attack, it would be pointless, and a greater waste of time.

After Kenth answered his call, Luke asked, "Master Hamner, my son is trying to kill my nephew. Stop Ben, but don't hurt or kill him. And if you have to, lock him up in one of the Temple's cells."

"Understood, Grand Master Skywalker," Kenth replied with militant curtness. Luke appreciated that the former New Republic soldier didn't ask him where he was or what he was doing now; he knew it would be hard once he broke the news of what he was about to do with Daala once it was said and done. "Will that be all?"

"Yes, yes, now go and stop my son before he kills Jacen," Luke said. before abruptly terminating the connection. He then shut off the airspeeder's autopilot and resumed course for Daala's office at top speed.

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Even as he was fighting for his own life, Jacen still wasn't surprised to find that the other Jedi around him were beginning to aid Ben against him. That coerced Jacen to sometimes break away from his hateful cousin to knock out the less-experienced Jedi with well-placed blows while avoiding the likes of the Knights in this corridor.

It was only halfway through the duel, a couple minutes in, that Jacen realized that he could have just used one of his abilities to destroy Ben's lightsaber and knock him out, like he did with Tahiri. But given the other Jedi around him, he realized he'd need a lightsaber from one of the other Jedi to deal with Ben.

By the time the duel between Jacen and Ben was winding down, the corridor was strewn about with unconscious bodies of both apprentices and Knights alike, the latter of whom Jacen managed to knock out with some lucky hits and kicks with his free fist and legs respectively. Yet Ben was still up because his rage and hatred against Jacen were what kept him from simply being knocked out in the duel.

The fight soon came to a close once Master Kenth Hamner, having arrived in the corridor inconspicuously from behind Ben, activated his lightsaber. Jacen took advantage of the resultant distraction to Ben to break off and leap backward as his cousin whirled around to block off Hamner's intentionally-timed strike.

The two of them held that stance as they stared back at each other - Ben with shock that the Master would aid his hated cousin, and Hamner with his ever-serene Jedi calm - for a few seconds before Ben's eyes fluttered shut. He then dropped to the floor, lightsaber deactivating in his weakening grip until it dropped to the floor, with Jacen catching his cousin in the fold of his arms along the way.

"Impressive trick you have on your cousin, Jacen," Hamner commented as Jacen lifted the unconscious Ben up and away from the floor.

"Thank you, Master Hamner," Jacen acknowledged. "I'm rather surprised to see you help me out like that though."

"You can thank your uncle for that," Hamner said. "He told me about what was going on, and informed me that Jedi Skywalker would attack you, no doubt in retribution for what you did to his mother three years ago."

Jacen remained stoic and silent at that; he only nodded to back up his gratefulness to Hamner for helping to stop Ben.

"Anyway, your uncle told me that we can hold Ben in one of the Temple's cells, if necessary," Hamner said. "I find it necessary, personally, considering that your cousin would no doubt try to kill you again once he wakes up. What about you?"

"Honestly?" Jacen looked back to his cousin for a moment before looking back up to Hamner. "I think it's a good idea, too."

Hamner nodded. "Then let's take him down." He turned and led Jacen over to one of the turbolifts that would take them to the cell block a few levels down.

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About an hour later, Ben awoke with a start, and the first thing he noticed, even before he gathered where he was right now, was that he didn't have the Force. That point became clear once he finally did take note of his surroundings, sitting up from the cot he slept on to find that he was in one of the Jedi Temple's holding cells. He knew that somewhere, just outside this room, an ysalamari was projecting a Force-repressing bubble, keeping him from using his powers.

Ben, after standing up from the cot, couldn't help but throw his arms up in the air and roar in anger and frustration.

"Hey, can you keep it down over there?"

That came from a guttural voice, emanating from outside Ben's cell and sounding like it came from somewhere off to the right relative to where Ben was imprisoned.

"Who said that?!" Ben growled after he pressed himself up against his cell's door.

"Someone who wants some peace and quiet, even if it is boring and doesn't pass the time," the voice replied. "It's certainly a lot more bearable than your whining."

"IF YOU HAD KNOWN WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH-" Ben shouted.

"Oh, shut up and keep it to yourself, you little bitch," the voice replied. "Unless you're missing any body parts, against your will, that is, or if you slept with the wrong hooker, I don't see what you've got to complain about."

Ben opened his mouth to respond, but only shook his head in defeat, walked back to the cot, and collapsed back into it in despair.

From elsewhere in the block, the owner of the voice, Nom Anor, waited for the screaming individual's response. Satisfied that none would come, he relaxed back against his cot, content just for the peace and quiet, even if it wasn't conductive to freedom.