BB-8 stopped in front of a large door and waited for his companions to arrive. A few seconds later Chewbacca, Han Solo and Finn arrived taking up position around the spherical droid.

"You sure this will get us over to the main hanger?", Han asked the little robot.

The droid let out a chirp that all three of them understood as a yes.

"Ok then. Open it up.", the Admiral commanded.

BB-8 plugged into a wall panel and in seconds the door flew upwards exposing an enormous storage room. Stacked supply containers lined every wall and the floor was littered with metal boxes that about half a dozen working droids resembling fork lifts were moving to different places along the walls. The middle of the space was had a wide open grated floor with what looked to be about a twelve meter high ceiling. The whole place reminded Han of the warehouses on Corellia that he and Chewie used to rob when they were in the employment of Jabba the Hutt a lifetime ago.

As the droids scurried about, seemingly oblivious to their visitors, BB-8 let out a series of low whistles.

"Over there.", Finn said as he pointed directly across the room to a door identical to the one they just opened. "He said that's the entrance to the hangar."

Chewbacca let out a series of growls and started running across the room. His companions quickly followed his lead but the door to which they were heading unexpectedly opened. They could now see through the doorway and it was apparent that BB-8 was correct. A flurry of activity around small parked starfighters could be seen along with sets of launch and retrieval equipment near a huge portal to open space. What stood in the newly opened doorway, however, made them all stop dead in their tracks.

A large hooded figure blocked their way, it's head bowed down concealing any chance of seeing it's face. The fact that the being didn't lift its head as the door opened, just continued to stand unmoving, was definitely unnerving but there was something else that immediately spoke to how deadly this creature was.

In its right hand was an ignited lightsaber that pointed towards the floor nonchalantly. All of them could hear the unmistakable hum of the weapon's bright red-orange plasma blade even from halfway across the room. Like the black silhouette of the figure itself, the saber was motionless. Not even a flicker of movement could be detected. One would certainly be excused for thinking that an inanimate statue was currently blocking the path to the hanger, but no one in the group dared entertain that thought. They all knew full well that they could be staring death directly in the face.

Chewbacca was the first of the group to react. He snarled viciously, giving the impression of a wild animal preparing to defend it's young from a deadly predator. He reached behind his shoulder to grab the bowcaster that was attached to his bandolier and quickly brought it up to eye lever to fire. He never got the chance. As if anticipating exactly the moment when the Wookie would draw his weapon, the dark figure at the other end of the room raised his hand and clenched his fist. Chewbacca's weapon immediately crumpled in on itself with the horrid sound of crunching metal, before falling out of his fur covered hands. The clanging sound of the useless weapon hitting the floor reverberated all over the large room.

As the mangled bowcaster came to rest, the hooded shadow pulled its fist close to its body and when the motion was complete the Mighty Chewbacca was thrust through the air across the room, crashing into some stacked metal containers about eight meters above the ground. The force at which he hit them dislodged about a half dozen of the boxes starting a cascade of crashing crates to fall down from their resting places. As Chewbacca fell to the floor in an unconscious heap, debris loudly fell all around him in an avalanche of junk. When it all came to rest, the Wookie couldn't be seen under the carnage.

"CHEWIE-!", Han Solo screamed in horror at the sight of his best friend crushed under what must have been hundreds of kilos of metal and plastic.

Han turned to run towards where Chewbacca was buried asunder, but before he could take a step, Finn had reached for the Admiral's belt and grabbed his wife's lightsaber. With the weapon in hand the young man foolishly sprinted towards the hulking black shadow who was again standing motionless in the doorway to the ship's hangar.

"No, Finn….DON'T-!", he shouted, but it made no difference. Finn had already ignited the bright green blade of the saber and was halfway across the room.


Caine gazed incredulously at the young man who was now charging at him from across the room. Who is he and what does he think he's going to do with that lightsaber, he wondered.

It doesn't matterhe is going to die right now, Caine concluded after pondering for a short that he lifted the tip of his own lightsaber blade from the floor and flung the entire weapon at him with a swift sidearm motion.

The whirling saber's bright blade made deadly circular arcs in the air as it crossed the room to cut the attacker in half, but something unexpected happened. Just as the red-orange blade was about to make contact, he dropped and slid under it, never losing his forward momentum. In an instant he was up again running full speed toward Caine with drawn weapon humming and at the ready.

Caine watched as his flying lightsaber continued across the room hitting the far wall and actually sticking in it blade first, immediately beginning to melt the metal around the point of entry. He quickly reached out with The Force, deactivated it and pulled the hilt back through the air towards him. As it arrived in his hand, his opponent was just about on top of him and already swinging his own lightsaber awkwardly in a swooping downward chop. Caine ignited his own blade, easily blocking the amateur blow and forcing his swing to the side to get the young man off balance.

As Caine anticipated countering the first strike with what should easily be a killing blow, he was again startled by an unexpected event. His opponent was not off balance in the slightest after his downward strike was deflected. He had actually continued with his own momentum smoothly and pirouetted around, even exposing his back for a second before raising up the green blade to deftly block Caine's counterblow.

This is impossible, he thought. How could this untrained nobody be doing this?

The answer came quickly. For the first time, Caine sensed The Force around his opponent, not necessarily within the young man but guiding his movements. This fool was probably Force sensitive his whole life and had never realized it. This made things much more interesting and Caine even considered probing him further. Time was of the essence though, and there was someone else in this room that he needed to deal with.

Caine ended the short duel by feinting a low swipe towards the legs of his opponent. When he predictably overcommitted to blocking it, Caine reversed the arc of his swing violently and slashed upwards at his opposite shoulder cutting a deep gash across his chest and neck. The young man went down in a heap immediately and Caine stepped forward to loom over his downed body. He used The Force to call the now inactive green lightsaber hilt to his hand and inspected it. He knew this saber. It belonged to someone from his past. He ignited it and crossed the green blade with the red-orange one in his other hand as his opponent writhed in pain at his feet. Caine lifted both sabers high before bringing them down for the killing blow.

"JACEN SOLO-!", came a shout from across the room. "Don't do it"

Caine immediately stopped, deactivated both lightsabers and smiled.

"Ah", he said while still looking down at his fallen opponent. "Using the name of a child as a last ditch effort."

"I figured you would try that route.", Caine continued as he turned to face his father.

"I'm not TRYING anything.", Han said. "I'm talking to my son."

"You might want to stop talking and check on your pet", Caine replied, motioning to the wreckage in the corner of the storage room. "I remember him being very strong…but he did just take a nasty fall."

"I wonder if he survived?", he continued mockingly.

"He's fine." Han said. "He's taken on and survived people much stronger than you."

Caine said nothing as he slowly walked towards the man that he used to call his father.

"Insulting me is really not the best tactic if you want to get through to your long lost little Jacen.", he said while stopping a meter short or where Han stood.

"I'm not here to get through to you.", the Admiral said. "Although your mother holds out hope that someday someone might, I gave up on that idea a long time ago."

"I'm here to stop you from destroying anything else.", he continued. "Your whole adult life has been a horrible addiction to how much pain you could cause all those around you. It ends here."

"..AND I'm here to get my daughter…your sister who has always been stronger than you. The one who drove you to jealous madness, the one who you will never be better than."

Upon hearing that, Caine's mocking smile twisted into a maniacal grin and his eyes announced the coming of a Dark Side rage. He quickly stepped forward closing the gap between him and his father, bringing him face to face with the old man. As he moved in he ignited his lightsaber and brought the blade up between their opposing gazes.

"You look so old.", he said. "So old and so weak."

Han said nothing as he kept gazing into Caine's eyes

"You do realize that you won't accomplish either of those things.", he continued. "You, your friends in this room and your daughter are all going to die on this ship."

"And your wife is going to die where she stands down on the planet's surface."

The red-orange light cast eerie glows and shadows on both of their faces but neither dared look away. Caine moved the blade to within a centimeter of Han's neck. He could actually hear and smell his father's flesh singeing as he watched it darken and burn.

"Do it then, coward.", Han defiantly stated, showing no outward indication of the searing pain he had to be feeling.

"Actually, I think I'll take my time and savor it.", Caine replied as he pressed the blade directly on Han's skin

Before his father even had time to scream, though, the other lightsaber hilt he was holding vibrated in his hand and shot out of it. Han fell to the floor with a cry of pain bringing his hands up to his neck to try to ease the agony. Caine whipped his head to the side in shock and watched the metal cylinder fly into the hand of a young girl that was standing in the still open doorway of the room. When it entered her grip, he heard the snap-hiss of it igniting and watched as she twirled the green blade in anticipation of the upcoming duel.

"That was a mistake.", Lara exclaimed. "Just like the mistake you made when you didn't kill me before."

"Now you're going to pay for it."