"Here." Remy tossed the two Jedi their lightsabers, grabbing his coat and gloves. His hands twitched, ready to grab his staff if they decided to do this the harder way.

Getting them out was not a requirement. If they attacked, he would drop that obligation altogether.

The older Jedi, Anakin, caught all three. He handed two to the younger one. Duel blades. That was going to backfire on her one day, depending on anything more than absolutely necessary that young always did. He kept that thought to himself. "Thanks. How did you even know it was here?"

It appeared they had no intention of immediately attacking him.

He put his gloves on, the familiar covering of his middle fingers feeling natural. Familiar, a steadiness in the craziness of this galaxy.

"Mapped the entire place out before I came," he answered, focusing more on the balance he needed from his powers right now. Placing his hand on the lock mechanism, Remy charged it with kinetic energy and pulled that same energy back. The automated door opened. "This way, chevaliers."

It was not the way out.

The Jedi would realize he was taking them to the wrong place later. It did not matter. He was not doing this to help them; he was paying a long-owed debt.

Going back into their previous formation of Anakin in the middle and Ahsoka covering their rear, Remy pushed kinetic energy into his legs, still staying at human speed but requiring far less stamina. The silence got to him in seconds.

Jean-Luc had always said he had no talent at withstanding torture by professionals for exactly that reason.

Remy elected not to stop himself from breaking the silence.

"You two are fast."

"We're Jedi. What did you expect?" the young one said.

"No one' kept up with me in six years, petite." He checked his cards. The pirates had not taken any, thankfully. They were so much harder to get now. Only the wealthier Core Worlds used the correct shape; the hexagons had horrible trajectory.

Checking the rest of his pockets, he quickly ran out of stuff to do. There were still two more minutes of running. The cell he wanted to go was on the other side of the base.

"What brought you into bounty hunting?"

Was Ahsoka seriously trying to get information from him while he ran? Amateur. Amateur, but less boring than running. Hm… how interesting could he make this?

"A marriage didn't work out."

"You're joking."

"Maybe."

"So what, you decided to kill people for money?"

"I already explained, chevalier, it's a stepping stone. Easier clients than thievery." He heard a distant movement. They had a few seconds. "One second. I'll handle this."

Pulling out his staff to its full length, he sprung forward at three guards. Not even wearing armor, they were that cocky.

Remy cracked his neck.

Ahsoka exchanged a questioning glance at Anakin after she heard a few thumps. Nodding, they both turned around the corner.

Gambit was pulling the unconscious pirates aside. She barely recognized their species, they must not be common. "Took you long enough."

"You literally said you would handle it," Ahsoka protested.

"I did, didn't it?" He pointed to a different hallway, now walking leisurely. It looked absolutely nothing like they were close to escaping.

"Where are we going, Gambit?"

"I know what I'm doing." In fact…

Ahsoka grabbed her lightsaber. "Why are we going towards more cells?"

He hardly batted an eye before replying in that light accent of his. "You can take the short way if you want. And die when they see you. Or, we can follow the thief who know-es what he's doing."

"Why are we going towards cells?"

He did not answer, fingering towards his own weapons. Ahsoka sensed no malice, no readiness for an attack. His body posture was relaxed. His heartbeat was totally normal. He was walking as lightly as a Togruta, but he always walked that lightly. Still, he was prepared to defend himself.

Not to attack.

She let go of her lightsabers.

"Why are we going to the cells, Gambit?"

He sighed. "Because you say it like that, chevalier."

What did that even mean?

"That's not a bad plan."

"What did you expect?"

Ahsoka for one would really appreciate it if they told her what he meant. She would obviously never admit it, but still. Skyguy would hold that against her forever.

"I see why you've never been held."

Gambit chuckled. "This has nothing to do with why I've never been held." Whatever that meant.

Preparing herself for embarrassment, Ahsoka finally asked the question. "Why are we going towards the cell, Master?"

"What's the last place you would expect us to go?"

Oh. Okay, that was smart.

"Besides, I'm sure they have a few prisoners that would appreciate a hand. Right, Gambit?"

"You speak the truth." He grabbed his staff, throwing it forward with enough precision to force a door open. "Hurry up, chevaliers. They'll notice we're gone soon."

They stopped in front of a cell door.

Well, not quite. There was a pirate guarding it.

No warning.

No communication to them.

Gambit jumped, his fist out, without giving as much as a jerk of emotion in the Force.

He did not use his staff.

He used his fists.

Ahsoka had been around enough clones to know what that meant. No matter what he projected, Gambit was beyond furious. Far beyond furious. He could wield his staff like a lightsaber to Skyguy, and he punched.

Two more punches later, he sprung to his feet.

The guard was unconscious and bleeding from the impact.

Remy rubbed his knuckles before returning to his earlier stance.

Ahsoka scanned the area for more guards. There were none. The pirates must have seen them as not a problem.

"Can you…?"

"Yeah." He sounded dazed as he walked to the keyhole. If this were anywhere else, Anakin had a trick he always used. But here, they had Force-proof locks somehow. and destroying the lock with his lightsaber could go bad.

"Anytime soon would be nice."

He lifted his hand from just resting on the lock, taking a needle out and beginning to work that lock-picking magic.

"Master, I think we're not alone."

"Alarme silencieuse," was barely perceptible to her Togruta ears. It sounded like a curse. "The silent alarm," Gambit informed them. Overly calm, but it was fake. He hid emotions well for a civilian; he was failing to do so now. He flicked her fingers, motioning for one of them to go in.

The two Jedi shared a nod, Ahsoka walking inside the cell.

It was a bet, but one worth taking and not a big one. Anakin would get her out if necessary.