Sabé was taking a short nap as Rabé sat up and kept on eye on the progress of the ship on its course to Naboo. It had started as a pleasant slumber, but suddenly, her dream shifted to blackness.

She started picking up on different sensations, related only to what she could hear or smell. Water was nearby, as she heard waves and small craft. These were common sounds when one walked around the river in Theed.

Something unique registered as aromatic. It seemed to be food. It was obviously not any of the spices she was familiar with, but she found it an enticing smell, one that she would remember if she came across it again.

There had been crowd noise, but it was getting fainter now. Then suddenly a hum that was like one would hear in an enclosed speeder changed. Where it had been the sound of the vehicle in the outdoors, now the timbre of the engine noise suggested that it was reverberating off on walls in a large enclosed warehouse type of structure. A loud slamming, that of a garage door confirmed the hint.

Sabé awoke with a start.

Rabé turned around, concern etched into her face. "Bad dream?"

Sabé shook her head. "No. I think I can find Saché. How much longer to Naboo?"

"Another couple of days. We can't do anything until then," Rabé replied.

"Do we have detailed maps on board of Theed?"

"Yes, but what...?"

"I have an idea. It's worth a shot," Sabe answered as she jumped up from the cot and sat at the desk to pull up the information.

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Saché didn't know how long she had been in the small, dark recess. When she did get a reprive, a female Faction member would take her to the 'fresher or give her a bit of food. By the time her eyes got used to normal light, she was shoved back into her cell and the door locked. A sense of claustrophobia started to develop and her feeling of dread increased every time she had to return to that uncomfortable place. She fought against the despair, still clinging to the belief that rescue would come at any hour now.

One day, the routine was different. Her sense of timing told her that she should have been let out for a brief respite. She began to worry, wondering why they were late.

It wasn't long after that she could hear the disturbance going on outside. There was an explosion and the sound of blaster fire. She put her ear to the door, trying to figure out what was happening.

Shouting, more blaster fire, and running through the halls were the sounds that met her ears. Then it became hard to breathe. She scrambled back from the door as the blasters came closer. Grabbing a bit of cloth, she covered her face, hoping that would help block the effects of what had to be gas seeping through the cracks where the door didn't quite fit the frame.

More loud noises, and now the sounds of wood and plaster disintegrating carried though the heavy oak door that was between her and the outside. Fear sufaced in her, so she tried piling clothing on top of herself for camoflauge.

"Captain, she's here," a voice shouted. It was familar, but she couldn't place whose it was.

"How do you know that?"

"I just know. Saché, stand back from the door! We're here to get you out!"

The odor of burning wood and molten metal stung Sache's nostrils, and she gagged, fighting that and the gas. The door was flung open, and bright daylight blinded her, hurting her eyes and giving her a splitting headache.

When she could make out anything at all, she saw silhouttes of three figures in the doorway, dressed from head to toe in black, with monstrous alien faces. Screaming, she pushed herself as far back as the closet would allow.

The figure in the center ripped off part of its face, and pushed back a hood. "Saché, it's me, Sabé. I'm with Panaka and Eirtaé. We've come to take you home." Saché recognized her friend, and began sobbing. Sabé pulled another mask from her belt and placed it over Saché's face. "Here, this will let you breathe. Come on, Honey! Breathe! We've got to go."

Sabé replaced her mask. She and Eirataé hoisted Saché up and carried her out as Panaka cleared the way ahead of them. The last thing Saché remembered before she passed out was being laid on a gurney in an ambulance with Yané and the Healer hovering over her.