Bruck looked around at the student to his feet and noticed one particular
Jedi missing. He brought out a comlink and spoke into it.
"Damn, that means he escaped. Well, I know how to fix that."
He looked at one of his friends.
"Get me a comlink that will let me talk to the people outside of this hall."
"Here." The boy said. while handing over the object.
"Master Yoda!" Bruck demanded into the link.
"Want what, do you?"
"I want Obi-Wan Kenobi." Bruck yelled.
"Sorry, but give him to you, we can't."
"Oh, really? Well, you won't mind if I start killing people, then?"
"Here, he is not. With you, he is."
"You will pay for lying to me, troll."
Across the hall in a storage area Obi-Wan and the others were talking.
"Okay, Skye and Jake, if you follow that air vent it will take you to safety. When you get out, tell the Masters what we're doing. Alright, now GO!" said Obi-Wan.
Skye and Jake went through the vent and came to a gate.
"There, I see Master Poof. Let's go." Skye said.
She looked back at Jake and noticed he was holding his arm in pain. When they had been running away from Bruck he took a blaster in the arm, undoubtedly it caused damage and Skye was more than happy to get him medical help.
"Come on, Jake. Just hold on." Skye urged the injured boy as they made their way along the grate.
Skye kicked the gate out and ran to Poof, all the while barely acting short of hysterics. The Master turned towards the noise of the running feet and watched the Padawan approach him. He waited for her to explain herself.
"Master! You have to help Jake!"
Poof looked at Skye and gave her a hard stare- one that spoke of obvious rapprochement. "Where did you come from? No children are suppose to be out of their rooms."
Skye, remembering her manners, bowed quickly before answering. "Jake and I escaped from Bruck."
"Okay, where is Jake?" The Master kept his eyes on the young girl as she turned around and pointed to the injured boy.
"Right here."
Poof looked at the boy who was holding his arm. "Let's get him to the infirmary."
"Damn, that means he escaped. Well, I know how to fix that."
He looked at one of his friends.
"Get me a comlink that will let me talk to the people outside of this hall."
"Here." The boy said. while handing over the object.
"Master Yoda!" Bruck demanded into the link.
"Want what, do you?"
"I want Obi-Wan Kenobi." Bruck yelled.
"Sorry, but give him to you, we can't."
"Oh, really? Well, you won't mind if I start killing people, then?"
"Here, he is not. With you, he is."
"You will pay for lying to me, troll."
Across the hall in a storage area Obi-Wan and the others were talking.
"Okay, Skye and Jake, if you follow that air vent it will take you to safety. When you get out, tell the Masters what we're doing. Alright, now GO!" said Obi-Wan.
Skye and Jake went through the vent and came to a gate.
"There, I see Master Poof. Let's go." Skye said.
She looked back at Jake and noticed he was holding his arm in pain. When they had been running away from Bruck he took a blaster in the arm, undoubtedly it caused damage and Skye was more than happy to get him medical help.
"Come on, Jake. Just hold on." Skye urged the injured boy as they made their way along the grate.
Skye kicked the gate out and ran to Poof, all the while barely acting short of hysterics. The Master turned towards the noise of the running feet and watched the Padawan approach him. He waited for her to explain herself.
"Master! You have to help Jake!"
Poof looked at Skye and gave her a hard stare- one that spoke of obvious rapprochement. "Where did you come from? No children are suppose to be out of their rooms."
Skye, remembering her manners, bowed quickly before answering. "Jake and I escaped from Bruck."
"Okay, where is Jake?" The Master kept his eyes on the young girl as she turned around and pointed to the injured boy.
"Right here."
Poof looked at the boy who was holding his arm. "Let's get him to the infirmary."