On a planet at the very edge of the Outer Rim:
Two tall humanoid figures dressed in dark robes sweep into a hangar where a cargo ship is unloading.
They stop in front of the human who apears to be the captain.
"How long will it take you to unload?" the taller of the two figures snapped.
The older captain stood up from where he was checking the cargo and turned to the figures. He shrugged. "Few hours. Can' reely tell."
The dark figure sneered at the captain's Lower-Level-Coruscantian accent. "You have two."
The captain wisely nodded, knowing that to disagree with the figure would bring dire concequences. He turned back toward the ship. "Oy! Nell! Tucker!"
Two smaller and younger humans, a male and a female, hurried down the landing ramp, their arms full of cargo.
"Yea?" the female asked as she and the male set their load down.
"We go' two hours to get unloaded! So be quick!"
"Yea, yea." The female waved her hand in slight annoyance at the captain as she and the male trudged back up the ramp.
The dark figure sneered once more before he and the other dark figure turned and billowed out of the hangar.
Neither dark figure saw the small, brief, smirk that touched the captain's lips before he got back to work.
~*~
The Jedi Council and several Master/Padawan teams sat around a table.
Mace cleared his throat. "We have recived information from our informants that a new enemy is arising." He paused. "They are gathering forces quickly." Mace looked around the table at each being. "Soon they will be strong enough to strike."
"How many do they have?" a Master asked.
Mace pressed his lips into a thin line. "Too many. The best count our spies can give us is around 900."
There were shocked murrmers all around the table.
"How could they have gathered so many this quickly?" an older Padawan asked.
Mace shook his head. "We do not know. But we must act quickly." He looked over at Yoda. "And there is another issue."
"Need to get out, our spies do." Yoda tapped his grimmer stick to emphasize his point. "Too dangerous it has become. Suspicious the enemy is becoming. Send out teams to help them we will."
"Who are the spies?" a Padawan asked.
Their Mon Calamari Master looked directly at Yoda and Mace. "It's Qui-Gon, Rae and Anakin, isn't it?"
Mace nodded. "They have been with this case since the beginning, Bant. It was thought that they were the best choice since they knew the most." He paused. "And they volunteered."
Bant gave what was the Mon Calamari equivalent of a worried expression. She was surprised that they had taken it, especially after...She mentally shook her head to cut-off that thought.
Yoda tapped his stick once again. "Important this is not. Important it is, get out alive they do."
There were murmers of agreement.
"Need two Padawan/Master teams we do."
Bant cleared her throat. "We will volunteer, Masters."
The Council members consulted each other and conscented.
"We will go as well." A young human, female Jedi Knight dressed in a flight suit rather than Jedi robes spoke up.
The council consulted.
"Agree we do, Siri." Yoda nodded.
"Here are the coordinates." Mace handed them a data card.
"Leave immediately you must and get there as soon as possible." Yoda looked worried. "In danger they are. In need of assitance they are. May the Force be with you."
Siri and Bant glanced at each other. They, and their Padawans stood up, bowed to the Council Members and swiftly left the room.
"I only hope they aren't too late," Mace said loud enough for only Yoda to hear.
~*~
Qui-Gon, Rae and Anakin ran down a hallway.
"Shavit, shavit, shavit!" Rae spat out under her breath repeatedly. She glanced over at her Master. "I don't think that sneaking into the amphetheater to spy on their meeting was such a great idea!"
Qui-Gon pressed his lips into a thin line, but didn't comment.
Soon they were aproaching a point where the hallway.
"Ani we're going left!" Eventhough Rae hadn't known where they were going, she knew her Master well enough to know what way he had chosen to go.
Anakin nodded to Rae, letting her know that he had gotten the message.
They didn't slow as they made the sharp turn, and somehow, miraculously, didn't go sliding into the wall.
'Thank the Force,' Rae thought.
She heard footsteps running from behind them. "Master! They are getting closer!" Rae dived and rolled as a bolt was shot into the spot where she had been a moment before. She rolled back onto her feet and immediately continued running.
The three Jedi pulled out their lightsabres to deflect the blaster bolts.
"Rae!" Anakin shouted.
Rae snapped her attention to what he had seen, a thermal detonator thrown at them. She instictively reached out to stop it using the Force and Qui- Gon quickly turned it off.
Just then Anakin picked off several bolts that had been heading for Rae and Qui-Gon; they both nodded their thanks to the boy.
They finally reached the hangar but skidded to a stop.
A group of six beings dressed in black and weilding lightsabres stood between them and their ship.
Anakin swallowed hard.
"Shavit!" Rae bit out under her breath.
"We are in *so* much trouble," Anakin muttered.
Qui-Gon's face became grimmer.
And the battle began.
Rae was sure that the only time she had ever faced something remotely as hard as this was when she, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had fought Darth Maul.
Dark figures continued to enter the hangar through the two doors.
The first moment he had a chance, Anakin, using the Force, flung a large crate from their ship at the control pannel of one of the doors, closing it and effectively locking it.
Rae pushed forward, momentarily taking on both Qui-Gon's opponent and her own. That moment was all Qui-Gon needed to fling another crate at the other door's control pannel.
No more of the enemy would be able to enter the room for the time being, but they were trapped in there with those that had already gotten in, until they were able to get to their ship and get out or were killed. Rae was hoping for the former, but they were very outnumbered and though Rae was one of the best Padawans in the Temple with a lightsabre and Qui-Gon was considered one of the greatest sabre Masters in history, they already were tired from running.
'Force help us now!'
~*~
Hope that was a good first part!
Two tall humanoid figures dressed in dark robes sweep into a hangar where a cargo ship is unloading.
They stop in front of the human who apears to be the captain.
"How long will it take you to unload?" the taller of the two figures snapped.
The older captain stood up from where he was checking the cargo and turned to the figures. He shrugged. "Few hours. Can' reely tell."
The dark figure sneered at the captain's Lower-Level-Coruscantian accent. "You have two."
The captain wisely nodded, knowing that to disagree with the figure would bring dire concequences. He turned back toward the ship. "Oy! Nell! Tucker!"
Two smaller and younger humans, a male and a female, hurried down the landing ramp, their arms full of cargo.
"Yea?" the female asked as she and the male set their load down.
"We go' two hours to get unloaded! So be quick!"
"Yea, yea." The female waved her hand in slight annoyance at the captain as she and the male trudged back up the ramp.
The dark figure sneered once more before he and the other dark figure turned and billowed out of the hangar.
Neither dark figure saw the small, brief, smirk that touched the captain's lips before he got back to work.
~*~
The Jedi Council and several Master/Padawan teams sat around a table.
Mace cleared his throat. "We have recived information from our informants that a new enemy is arising." He paused. "They are gathering forces quickly." Mace looked around the table at each being. "Soon they will be strong enough to strike."
"How many do they have?" a Master asked.
Mace pressed his lips into a thin line. "Too many. The best count our spies can give us is around 900."
There were shocked murrmers all around the table.
"How could they have gathered so many this quickly?" an older Padawan asked.
Mace shook his head. "We do not know. But we must act quickly." He looked over at Yoda. "And there is another issue."
"Need to get out, our spies do." Yoda tapped his grimmer stick to emphasize his point. "Too dangerous it has become. Suspicious the enemy is becoming. Send out teams to help them we will."
"Who are the spies?" a Padawan asked.
Their Mon Calamari Master looked directly at Yoda and Mace. "It's Qui-Gon, Rae and Anakin, isn't it?"
Mace nodded. "They have been with this case since the beginning, Bant. It was thought that they were the best choice since they knew the most." He paused. "And they volunteered."
Bant gave what was the Mon Calamari equivalent of a worried expression. She was surprised that they had taken it, especially after...She mentally shook her head to cut-off that thought.
Yoda tapped his stick once again. "Important this is not. Important it is, get out alive they do."
There were murmers of agreement.
"Need two Padawan/Master teams we do."
Bant cleared her throat. "We will volunteer, Masters."
The Council members consulted each other and conscented.
"We will go as well." A young human, female Jedi Knight dressed in a flight suit rather than Jedi robes spoke up.
The council consulted.
"Agree we do, Siri." Yoda nodded.
"Here are the coordinates." Mace handed them a data card.
"Leave immediately you must and get there as soon as possible." Yoda looked worried. "In danger they are. In need of assitance they are. May the Force be with you."
Siri and Bant glanced at each other. They, and their Padawans stood up, bowed to the Council Members and swiftly left the room.
"I only hope they aren't too late," Mace said loud enough for only Yoda to hear.
~*~
Qui-Gon, Rae and Anakin ran down a hallway.
"Shavit, shavit, shavit!" Rae spat out under her breath repeatedly. She glanced over at her Master. "I don't think that sneaking into the amphetheater to spy on their meeting was such a great idea!"
Qui-Gon pressed his lips into a thin line, but didn't comment.
Soon they were aproaching a point where the hallway.
"Ani we're going left!" Eventhough Rae hadn't known where they were going, she knew her Master well enough to know what way he had chosen to go.
Anakin nodded to Rae, letting her know that he had gotten the message.
They didn't slow as they made the sharp turn, and somehow, miraculously, didn't go sliding into the wall.
'Thank the Force,' Rae thought.
She heard footsteps running from behind them. "Master! They are getting closer!" Rae dived and rolled as a bolt was shot into the spot where she had been a moment before. She rolled back onto her feet and immediately continued running.
The three Jedi pulled out their lightsabres to deflect the blaster bolts.
"Rae!" Anakin shouted.
Rae snapped her attention to what he had seen, a thermal detonator thrown at them. She instictively reached out to stop it using the Force and Qui- Gon quickly turned it off.
Just then Anakin picked off several bolts that had been heading for Rae and Qui-Gon; they both nodded their thanks to the boy.
They finally reached the hangar but skidded to a stop.
A group of six beings dressed in black and weilding lightsabres stood between them and their ship.
Anakin swallowed hard.
"Shavit!" Rae bit out under her breath.
"We are in *so* much trouble," Anakin muttered.
Qui-Gon's face became grimmer.
And the battle began.
Rae was sure that the only time she had ever faced something remotely as hard as this was when she, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had fought Darth Maul.
Dark figures continued to enter the hangar through the two doors.
The first moment he had a chance, Anakin, using the Force, flung a large crate from their ship at the control pannel of one of the doors, closing it and effectively locking it.
Rae pushed forward, momentarily taking on both Qui-Gon's opponent and her own. That moment was all Qui-Gon needed to fling another crate at the other door's control pannel.
No more of the enemy would be able to enter the room for the time being, but they were trapped in there with those that had already gotten in, until they were able to get to their ship and get out or were killed. Rae was hoping for the former, but they were very outnumbered and though Rae was one of the best Padawans in the Temple with a lightsabre and Qui-Gon was considered one of the greatest sabre Masters in history, they already were tired from running.
'Force help us now!'
~*~
Hope that was a good first part!