ABOARD THE MALACHOR, 40 YEARS ABE:

Bail's progress through the cavernous decks of the Super Star Destroyer was slower with Breha than it had been with Finn. Instead of marching along like two stormtroopers on a mission, they crept through the sober gray corridors cautiously, their senses on the alert for any other lifeforms. Bail had clipped his helmet to his belt, more concerned with being able to see and hear clearly than with playing the role of ersatz stormtrooper for an absent audience, although Breha still wore her stun-cuffs; they would be harder to yank on in a hurry if someone came upon them unexpectedly. So far no one had, although it had been a near thing. Twice already they had ducked down side corridors, and once into a supply closet, to avoid crossing paths with any of the ship's crew.

They were making steady progress, though, and as they paused at another hallway junction to stretch out their feelings ahead of them, Bail pulled his comm unit out of his belt pouch. "Just a sec," he whispered to his sister. "We're close enough now that I'm going to let Stella know to get our exit ready."

Breha nodded, her posture a little cramped by the broken stun-cuffs around her wrists, but her face clear. "What about Poe and-you said his name's Finn?"

"Yeah," Bail sai, and grimaced. "I don't know. We weren't planning on splitting-up so we only brought the one pair of secure comm-links."

Breha frowned. "Why the improvisation?"

"We didn't know Poe was here until we got onboard and sliced the system to find you."

"Oh." She nodded, the new data helping several things fall into place. "Well, that makes things trickier."

Bail flicked the switch on his comm to transmit the preset signal and nodded again. "We'll just have to hope that we're all moving on roughly the same schedule...or that Stella is even better at spinning a con than she thinks she is."

Breha snorted affectionately as Bail returned the comm to his pocket and they started moving again. "That would be difficult."

Bail grinned. "I know," he said, his voice bubbling with suppressed laughter. "But if anyone can talk their way off a Super Star Destroyer…"

"It's Stella," Breha finished the sentence for him. "True. Let's just hope she doesn't have to."

Almost as though her words had been some sort of cue, alarms started to blare.

The twins froze, staring at one another, their faces wearing near-identical looks of shock and horror. "What are the odds that doesn't have anything to do with us?" Breha said, her voice flat.

Bail closed his eyes and reached towards the source of the disturbance. He couldn't pick up anything specific enough to say for sure, but it felt like Finn. "I think we'd need Threepio to calculate a number that small," he told her sister.

She sighed. "So much for stealth."

Bail nodded. "I think it's probably time to run," he said. Breha didn't argue; she pressed her cuffed hands against her chest to minimize their drag on her arms and together the two Jedi ran forward into whatever disaster their friends had triggered.