"What is the problem," Gordon said as he raced on to the bridge with Alema hot on his trail. There has been one great improvement over this class of ship compared to other ships he has served on, the full automation allowed him the ability to pick the best of the best and have few living people on the bridge to screw something up. That meant that he knew when he needed to know something, he was assured that he would get a quick and accurate response from one person then having to wait for the committee to decide on what to tell him. It also meant that when he was needed it was for something important and not because someone can't make up his or her mind.

"Our contact on Kidriff 5 has run into some problems," the man at the hypercomm. Station reported, "He is requesting that the pick up go forward as soon as possible."

"What kind of problems," Alema asked a split second before Gordon did, she knew as well as he did that the pick up ship was already on station and their should be no problems at this late stage.

"He refuses to tell me, ma'am. That is why I contacted you, he informed me that I was not intelligent to fully grasp the tactical significant of the situation." The man let out a snort, he had been a veteran of the Rebel military, too wounded to serve any long and to bitter to stay home.

"Tie me in with him," Gordon said picking up the headset at the Captain's station, wondering what could have possibly gone wrong now. "This is Vinganca, what is the problem?"

"Is the commander or just another lackey to waste my time?"

"This is the commander, Officer Fern, you should know my voice by now," Grodin growled out. He hated dealing with that pampas jerk but he did have the access to the main dealer on Kidriff 5.

"This is Mr. Yunder, Commander," a new older but cultured voice said after a brief pause, "We have run into a slight problem, which we will need your help to solve."

"Good Morning, Mr. Yunder a pleasure to meet you finally," Gordon said with a raised eyebrow. Fern had always claimed that his boss wished to remain anonymous. He wondered now if Fern was just spinning him a tale to insure his place in the deal. "Is there a problem with Bora? You haven't killed her, have you?"

"We believe that she is dead …"

"You were not supposed to kill her!" Alema said cutting in the conversation, Gordon just wondered how long his plans would be set back by this development or if he could use her death to his advantage anyways. "The deal was to deliver her alive!"

"That is what the deal was, yes! However, no where did we agree to deal with the Wraiths, Han Solo and three Jedi!"

"What are you talking about?" Gordon said taking back the microphone, this was bad and good news, if true. "How do you know it was the Wraiths?"

"Who else would come rescue Bora? Who else would drag Han Solo and three Jedi in with them? They busted in my warehouse and killed over 30 of my men and except for Bora, not one of them died!"

"Do you know if one of the Jedi is a small blond girl?" Alema asked with a smile on her face but voice projecting concern.

"Yes! She chased my through my building screaming something I never heard before and had cut three lines in her head!"

"Did she yell out 'Do-ro'ik vong pratte'?" Gordon said in a hopeful mood, if she was that mad and if he did kill Ratnena and she knew about it; it would make his job easier.

"We think so," Yunder said after a brief pause and a muffled conversation, "She didn't start screaming it until after Bora died."

"Stand by," Gordon said switching off his microphone and turning to a very excited Alema. "I think we have got our wish."

"The question is can they capturer her or have her follow them to the hanger to meet the shuttle where the YVH are waiting?"

"They couldn't capture her, not now," Gordon said with a sneer, " they couldn't have accomplished it even before they killed Bora. However, if she knows that it was them that had that killed her friend and she is chasing them; then they could lead her to the shuttle without many problems. The YVH can try to capture her."

"The YVH? Wouldn't it be better to have me take the shuttle and go face her myself?"

"No, too late for that now. Yes, I know we are just outside the system and yes; we have a shuttle on stand-by. You have to remember the time line is fluid right now, it could be a hour or days before they lure her into the trap."

"I think you just want to make sure that I don't leave you out of the fun," Alema said with a hint of smile but dropped it by asking, "What about the Solos and those Wraiths, if it is the Wraiths?"

"Not in the equation, Alema, if the YVH can get a hand on Tahiri. They can't fight those droids without killing her. We just need to make sure that she follows them without knowing they are leading her in to a trap, and two, they can get to the hanger without her killing them. If the YVH droids fail or she kills them all before they get to the shuttle, then it doesn't matter who is with her."

"Do you think she will just blow them out of the sky?"

"No, she is a warrior, a Yuuzhan Vong warrior," Gordon said giving her a hard stare and feeling sharp phantom pains, "and this is as personal as it is going to get for her. No, she will want to do this personally" he reestablished contact with Yunder, "Yunder, get to the hanger. Make sure she follows you there and we will take care of her."

"That could be a problem, since we were able to lose her in traffic," Yunder said nervously. Gordon shook his head; he knew that she would never lose him now. Even if Yunder traveled across the galaxy, Tahiri will follow him. By the way Alema rolled her eyes she also knew that he was whistling in the dark. "Is it possible that … by the creator!"

"What? Yunder what is going on?" Gordon said hearing shouting and crying in the background. Over the sounds of blasters he tried again to get Yunder to respond.

"She is on the roof! Get her off … get her…"

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"She can't talk right now Lead," Cathy said trying to regain control of the air car after Tahiri bailed out of the car and … fell on top of air transport that Yunder and the others had taken from the school hanger. Cathy would have an easier time 'taking the controls' as Tahiri said if two conditions hadn't existed. One if that crazy Jedi would have realized that the air car didn't have duel controls, Cathy had to climb over to the other side to get to the controls, and the second thing being that they weren't in the heavily congested area of Kidriff 5 during the mid afternoon traffic.

"Why can't she, Doc? What is going on?"

"She decided to drop in on Yunder and have a nice chat," Cathy winced as she dodged a line of traffic while trying to keep Captain Tahiri in sight.

"I see," Wedge Antilles, said with a very loud sigh, "can you track her?"

"Can do, sir," Cathy said while zipping past one of the large passenger trams and seeing the transport she was following becoming erratic in its flight path, "bad news though, I'm not sure where we are. We're traveling North by Northwest I think but that is about as much as I know."

"Snoop to Doc, on your comm link switch to 00765, that is a tracking beacon as well as a vocal transmitter; we'll be able to track and talk."

"Stand by," she switched to the new frequency as she saw the transport, with Tahiri riding on top, heal over to the left and down cutting across air lanes and narrowly missing several air cars. "Doc to lead, are you coping?"

"Affirmative Doc, tracking you also," Wedge said, "We are in the hanger and awaiting transport. We will join you as soon as possible, over."

"Yes sir, although I suggest," Cathy started to say as she followed the transport at a safe distance, when Tahiri and company took a sharp right and headed straight towards a large open space in a building. From Cathy's view it looked like a shopping center, and was sadly proven right when the transport crashed through the windows and she could see it land into the shopping area. "Blasters! Sir they just slammed into a building, no smoke yet, I am going to get as close as I can so you know where they impacted."

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Neil slammed the very attractive female teller against the counter with a grin, his boss told him this would be an easy job and the boss is always right. "Just keep your trap shut an open that drawer." The boss decided to hit this particular credit exchange house right after the midday meal period, since many of the merchants in this shopping complex brought over their credits for deposit. The place was busting at the seams with credits and none of those security types running around either. The glass that faced the outside eating area was special so people looking in couldn't see anything but they could see everything. Yep, the boss is smart and tougher then anyone else!

"Hurry up over there dirt brain!" The boss yelled out as he watched over the crowd of about 15 people.

"We are almost done boss, don't you worry a bit," Neil said as he dumped the contents into his bag.

"You better be … what the …" Neil looked over as the boss went silent. He expect to see a hundred cops rushing in the door ready to kill little old him, instead saw a transport plow into the eating area just outside the view port. Something small flew off the roof and crashed through the window. He wasn't the only one that let out a small yell as the thing bounced across the floor.

"Hey, it's a girl," Neil said peeking over the counter at the blond girl who was picking her self up slowly from the ground.

"Get up girly," the boss said grabbing her shirt and pointing his gun at her.

"Let go of me infidel, I'm not in the mood to play." The girl said as Neil jumped over the counter to join the boss. Neil though she was kind of cute, but she must have been hurt bad since her forehead was cut in three places and her eyes were still close.

"I don't give a flying … Holy …" the boss screamed out as the girl took out his gun using some kind of light blade. "Shoot her!" Neil brought his gun up but she broke that too.

"Fine, I'll play your game," she said as her eyes opened. Neil thought that even with gold eyes she was still kind of cute.

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The impact area in the windows was large enough for Cathy to fly through without causing additional damage. She could see that the bad guys were pulling themselves out of the damages transport and no one in the building had been hurt in anyway; well other then getting scared out of their wits. She couldn't see Captain Tahiri however a large hole in a nearby shop suggested where she landed. Cathy felt torn as she jumped out of the air car, get the bad guys or go see one more dead Wraith. There was no way that Tahiri could have survived that impact. "Hold it Yunder!" Cathy said screaming at the scumbag as he helped a little kid out of the transport. Cathy wondered briefly as to whom the young girl was and what kind of sick-o would allow a child to see what he did to Ratnena. "Drop your weapons and surrender!"

"Bite me cop," one of the bodyguards screamed back as he and the others opened fired on her.

This is what I get for being one of the good guys, she thought as she dove behind an overturned table and returned fire. She was restricted to stun blast and had to be mindful of the innocent by-standers around her. The scum, being the bad guys, used their blasters at full power and could careless who they shot. Where is a cop when you need one! The Kidriff 5 law clearly states that all blasters must be set and locked in stun mode! She thought irrationally as two of the bodyguards kept up the rate of fire while Yunder, the one called Fern, the girl and the other three headed towards the exits.

"Lead to Doc, what is your situation?" She heard clearly but didn't have the chance to answer. The table she was hiding behind was starting to heat up from the multiple laser strikes. "Doc? Doc are you alright?"

"Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"

"Doc to Lead, Peacekeeper is … um … taking care of the rear guard," Cathy said as she stood up and saw Tahiri take care of the two men. She also saw a squad of Security Officers coming up from behind her position. "Lead does the locals know who the good guys are?"

"Affirmative they have been briefed," General Antilles said as the sergeant directed his men to pick up the bad guys as he looked over the wreck. Tahiri, meanwhile, was heading in the direction that Yunder and the others disappeared to, at a full run. "Hold your positions until we arrive."

"Roger," Cathy said chasing after Tahiri, ignoring the shouts from the guards, "I let Peacekeeper know as soon as I catch her."

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"Stop," a guard screamed out as Fern shoot him in the face.

Darren and Celia were leading the pack towards the station to get on a tram to make it to the hanger. Dirk, Fern and the three other guards were intimidating or shooting anyone who got in their way. That Jedi was getting to be a real pain in the rear; at least we don't have to worry about her not following us. He thought as he pushed a couple of people out of the way. He wasn't sure why the contacts wanted her, and right now he really didn't care. If they can get her to leave him alone and let him live then more power to them. When she landed on his transport, she leaned over at just stared at him with those goofy eyes. He knew in that instant that she would never rest until she had his head, literally! When he was younger he got to see the results of an angry Jedi and lived to learn from it, he could only hope that his luck can hold out a bit longer.

"Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"

He turned and saw her at the end of the hallway; she had her light saber off but running as fast as she could through the crowd. The crowd, which had panic when they were shooting their way through, went insane when she showed up. The crowd surged forward and side-to-side to avoid the shooting and the crazy Jedi.

"Darren!" He heard Celia scream out when he lost his grip on her hand. He turned desperately to look for her but the crowd was between her and him.

"Let's go!" Fern and Dirk said as they grabbed his arms and pulled him back as they fired into the crowd to distract the Jedi. He could hear Celia scream out to him but he couldn't go back for her any longer. The Jedi was getting to close to her, to him! With a heave heart he turned around and ran for his life with Celia's pleas echoing in his head. Then her cries went from his name to just a blood curling scream.

Most of the crowds were able to get out of their way with some encouragement from Dirk and Fern by the time they reached the proper walkway to reach the air tram terminal.

"Go on head, I'll catch up," Fern said handing off his empty gun to one of his men.

Yunder and the others didn't waste any time arguing with him, they just kept running for their lives.

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Dirk held back and made himself as small as he could, waiting for the Jedi to come charging around the corner. This wasn't an act of heroism on his part, no way. It was a simple act of self-preservation. No matter what those mysterious contacts said, that Jedi wouldn't stop till she killed each and every one of them. The only way to live was to make sure she was dead, and then he would worry about catching up with the rest and getting off planet.

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Cathy had almost caught up to Tahiri, when a large ugly man tackled Peacekeeper and slamming her in to the side of the building, just mere meters away from the entrance to the skyway. When she tried to right herself the ugly man kicked her hard enough to lift her off the ground and then kicked her in the face. Cathy pointed her weapon at him and screamed out to stop. The look of shock he wore when the low power alarm sounded was most likely not as comical as the look on her face. Oh good going nerf brain! That was all she had time to think as he charged at her. Cathy was a skilled pilot and medic, her hand to hand skills were … adequate … she had thought. Time for a refresher course I guess! When he got a chock hold on her neck and actually lifted her up a couple centimeters, she tried the time test method all females learn at a young age. She got her second surprise when her foot bounced of something hard in that area.

"Armor reinforced, sweetheart," he said giving a foul looking, and equally foul smelling, grin.

Tahiri appeared at his side, using Cathy's rifle as a tool, she slammed the rifle butt into his side twice before he let Cathy drop. Cathy slid to the floor, catching her breath, as the two combatants faced each other, Tahiri blank face and eyes glowing with big and smelly leering at her. When he charged at her, she tried to give him the same kick Cathy gave him … and it worked for her. As he dropped to his knees, his voice going up so high that Cathy couldn't hear it any longer, wide eyed, and tears running down his face; Tahiri leaned over to look him in the eyes.

"Force reinforced, sweetheart," she said in a mocking tone. Tahiri then turned away from him as he sobbed on the floor and tossed the rifle back to Cathy, once she finally regained her footing, and also tossed her an extra power pack. "Always check your charges Doc, make it a lot easier to shot the bad guy."

"Yes ma'am," Cathy said a bit irritable as she slid the new power pack into place, "ma'am can we talk now … wait ma'am," Cathy said as Tahiri took over running again, "crazy Jedi!"

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Yunder and Fern, with the three lackeys, finally made it to the tram station. They were able to get past the security forces and down one of the loading docks for the tram that would take them near the hanger. They had just got on when they heard …

"Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"

He was really getting tired of hearing that as the he watched the door close and the tram pull away from the platform. More importantly, leaving that insane Jedi behind on the platform.

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"Uh Lead, this is Doc," Cathy said as she and a group of guards stood on the platform staring at the now missing tram. "Peacekeeper is on tram 1187."

"Is she alone with the target?" General Antilles asked in a worried voice.

"Not exactly sir, she kind of … well it was pulling away when she reached it … she … um … jumped up on the roof of the tram sir."

"She did what!"

"Yes sir, she jumped on the roof as it was pulling away," Cathy cringed at the absurdity of what she had seen. How Tahiri planned on holding on during the high speeds that the tram traveled was beyond her. Cathy thought she heard General Antilles mumbled something about her being a distant relative of Solo's and then asked for clarifications of the tram number. "Tram number 1187, sir."

"Roger Doc, can you find a way to get there?"

"Solo to Lead, Falcon is ready to go."

"Yes sir," Cathy said after getting a nod from one of the guards.

"Solo, I am sending you the location of Peacekeeper, meet us there and Doc you head over there also."

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"Are you sure that information is correct?" Wedge asked the inspector, knowing he sounded as dubious as the inspector looked.

"It's been confirmed as much as we can right now, but the witnesses and the criminals in the credit exchange both agree that she was in there."

"And she didn't kill them?"

"Nope," the inspector said shaking his head, "she sliced up their weapons and then made them sit down on the floor with their arms above their heads until the other officers showed up. She told them if they moved that she would be back and they would be sorry. Then she left the building screaming that whatever she has been screaming since she left the warehouse."

"What about the other gang members she has been chasing?"

"Five confirmed kills but get this," he said looking at the pad, "all five were members of the Security Force and all five were killed by blaster fire. Witnesses and cam footage show it was Fern and his gang not your Jedi. They found Dirk, in great pain but alive as well as that kid that Yunder had with him. So far no one she has been after has died by her hands."

"Maybe she is saving it for Yunder, sir?" High said from the rear of the transport but not sounding as if he really believed that statement either.

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"They still have me locked out," Fern was saying to him as he started out the window to the receding buildings behind them. Darren was hoping that somehow Celia was ok and that Jedi hadn't killed her. But he didn't really hold out much hope in that happening, to hurt him she would hurt her. After all that is what he would do, that is what he did do to hurt her when he killed Ratnena. Oh sure it wasn't like the relationship that he had with Celia, nothing could be that pure, but the pain was probably the same. "Provided that our 'help' can shot straight, we should have no problems getting to the hanger."

"Hey blue nose, we are doing our part," one of the three remaining gunman growled out as Darren pulled his gaze from the window and looked at Fern.

"If you were we wouldn't be running for our lives," Fern said with a sneer that Darren just wanted to cut off his smug face.

"And if you would have provided me with all the information before today we wouldn't be here either Fern," Yunder said grabbing him by the jacket and slamming him against the tram doors.

"Sir," Fern said looking like a small puppy that had just been kicked.

"You knew she was a Wraith! You knew and didn't tell me!"

"Sir, I didn't think …"

"That is right you don't think, Fern, you just follow my orders and that is it!" He said releasing him and pacing the small area, not paying any attention to the crowd that watched wide eyed ever since they entered the car. "Security has been getting thick since we crashed. Let's assume that their action of locking you out and the increased security is not random but all part of Inspector Smith's plan to catch us."

"So it would be a good guess that when we stop the platform will be swarming with cops," one of the gunman said reloading his weapon.

"Exactly gentlemen," Darren said with a nod. "Also we are going to need to secure some transportation to reach the hanger."

"I got that part covered," another gunman said as they pulled into the building.

"Good," Yunder said, then turned to his young cop friend and gave him a very hard stare, "are you ready to follow my orders?"

"Yes sir," Fern said not able to meet his eyes.

"Good Fern, you still have potential, I would hate to lose that potential, understand?" After Fern nodded as if his life depended on it, which it did, Yunder nodded to the other men as the tram came to a stop. As soon as the doors were open, they all poured out with weapons drawn and at the ready. A quick look reveled that there were no squads of Security ready of them although Yunder could hear them rushing up from one of the access tunnels. "This way gentlemen," he said pointing to an access tunnel off to the left. They hadn't gotten more then two paces when he heard something that made his skin crawl.

"Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"

"No," Darren whispered as he turned around with his men and saw two glowing gold eyes coming from the top of the tram. For a heartbeat they locked gazed then the light saber turned on and she leapt from the tram to do battle with them again.