A/N: My reviews increased by 100 percent for this chapter! Thank you JediPirateElfyDude (sure, thats fine) and Dante-Raven! Lets go for three this time, OK?

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There they were, just like he had expected. Ten Imperial stormtroopers, lined up on either side of the ramp in predictable columns of 5, blaster rifles leveled. One of them, probably the squad leader, has holding a radio and a pistol instead of his rifle. It was just bad luck that he was the closest one to Lak Jopari.

His green lightsaber lanced out, cleaving the trooper in two around the middle. He was surprised when no blood came out. It was the first time he'd killed with a lightsaber.

Summoning the Force, he jump straight over the left coumn, of stormtroopers, landing behind them. He slashed at the rear two, killing them before they could even turn to face this new threat.

By the time the white-hot armor hit the ground, his fellow Jedi had already carved through the other troopers. Not one of the dead men had even been able to fire back.

Or, more importantly, get word to the bridge.

Now came the hard part. Lowering their body temperatures and bringing their heartbeats almost to a complete stop to fool the Imperial scanners had been easy, as had dispatching the 'welcoming party.' Now they had to make their way to the bridge undetected.

"Let's go."

Lightsabers humming, Lak, a brownish-blonde haired human, and his fellow Jedi, Grend Jopari, another human and Lak's identical twin, Aaspra Pute, a female, squid-like Quarren from Mon Calamari, Scree Ott, a female human with black hair that perfectly matched the spit-shined imperial hanger, and Iter Wasp, a male Rodian, moved toward the blast doors. They were sealed, of course, in case the ship had been packed full of explosives which had (accidentally or purposely) gone off, but that was, of course no obstacle for the Jedi. Armed with their lightsabers and a few of the stormtrooper's pistols, the moved out into the deserted hallway.

"Any word from the hangar, major?"

"No, captain."

"They should have reported in by now."

"Perhaps their radio malfunctioned?" ­­­ asked hopefully.

Mast turned. "Do you really believe that?"

"No," he admitted.

"Send another squad down there. Immediately."

"Yes, sir. Lieutenant?"

"Working on it now, sir."

The entire bridge shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Having an armed rebel aboard did not exactly appeal to them.

Iter, the group's unofficial point man, held up his hand. He heard something.

It was a while before any of the others heard it. Rodians had superior hearing to any of the others.

But when they did, it was unmistakable. It was the sound of metallic boots marching on a metal floor.

Another squad was heading their way.

They squeezed up against the wall, knowing that mind tricks would be useless against these soldiers, no doubt alert for any intruders.

The first two-they were again marching in two columns of five each-rounded the corner.

They stopped dead, raising their blasters up the their shoulders to shoot-

Too slow. Lak thought, as he fired the blaster pistol, set on stun just like the other Jedi's, into the columns. None of the troopers fired a single shot.

After taking their five of the rifles (and the radio), and rendering those useless with their lightsabers, they stripped half of the men of their armor-which was, this time, fully intact-and donned it themselves. Tucking their lightsabers into the belt-one of the pockets seemed as though it had been built for that exact purpose-the five Jedi/stormtroopers moved in the direction the troopers had come.

"What is going on!" Mast nearly screamed, his temper amplified by the lack of sleep.

As if to answer that question, the door to the bridge began sparking.

That was easy, Lak thought, his lightsaber easily carving a circle in the thin metal of the bridge door.

He somersaulted through, followed by his fellow Jedi-actually, stormtroopers armed with lightsabers. He smiled behind the helmet. "You are now prisoners of the Rebel Alliance. Please remain where you are."