A/N: OMG I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT TO UPDATE! I have no excuse, it just somehow slipped my mind... anyways, here you go.
Lak turned right at the appropriate intersection, following the set of instructions on his datapad. The Empire would, of course, punish the relatives of the men who had decided that they would not throw their lives away fighting a hopeless battle, and therefore they had surrendered on one condition-that their families be rescued. Therefore the Rebels had to rescue them, a big job to which large numbers of commandoes had been assigned.
The drive took an hour, even in the flashy new speeder and completely empty roads. Lak checked the house number against the information the prisoner had provided, then parked the speeder.
He made his way around the back, and entered the courtyard. He took a step through the gate-it was certainly fancy for a low-rank Imperial officer-when he saw something unmistakable off to his right.
Stormtroopers.
There were five of them, unmistakable in their white armor, standing out perfectly against the night.
And they were standing two women against the wall.
Lak activated his lightsaber and Force-leapt into the air, catapulting towards a pair of stormtroopers as they turned around to see what the snap-hiss of his lightsaber was. He landed perfectly in front of them, and swung the lightsaber, neatly slicing both of them in half.
Letting the Force guide his actions rather than consciously thinking, he hurled the lightsaber to his left like a spear, stabbing the trooper in the heart.
He somersaulted, dodging a blast from one of the two remaining troopers. Seizing the lightsaber with the Force, he turned and deflected the second shot directly back at the offending trooper. The bolt sliced through his armor just like Major Grad's shot had penetrated his own, killing the man instantly.
He turned, searching for the final soldier-
And found him holding a blaster to the head of a five-year old girl.
"Drop the laser sword, Jedi."
Lak reached out with the Force, trying to yank the pistol away. But the Imp had anticipated that, and had firmly gripped the gun.
"Try that again and she dies, Jedi. Drop it."
The girl was crying silently, her face coated in tears that glistened in the pale moonlight. Lak briefly wondered where one became heartless enough to hold a child in a pink sleeper hostage before complying.
"Smart move. Kick it towards me."
The fool. Lak did.
The trooper bent down to pick it up-
And the blade suddenly came to life with a snap-hiss, spinning up and slicing off the hand holding the gun. Even as the trooper screamed in pain and disbelief, Lak catapulted forward, pulling the lightsaber towards him, landing and decapitating the Imperial. The helmet fell to the ground, bounced, landed, and then stood still as the corpse fell forward to the ground.
Lak deactivated the lightsaber, and for a moment he and the mother and child stood silently in the darkness. The child ran to the mother, still crying silently, and the mother picked it up and began to comfort it.
Lak finally spoke. "Come with me."
Wordlessly, the mother complied. Lak led her, carrying the child, who had finally stopped crying, back to his speeder. "Get in the back."
The mother set the child down for a second, keeping one arm around her. She opened the door and motioned the child in. Lak circled around the front, the climbed into the driver's seat.
Checking to see that the people who's safety he had been charged with were safely in the back, he started the engine.
He drove for about ten kilometers. The child had somehow managed to fall asleep-children could sleep through anything-and the mother was staring at him intently.
"So, " she said.
"I'm a Jedi," he said, finishing her question for her.
"I thought all the Jedi were dead."
"Most are," he replied, remembering how fortunate they had been to have picked that night to go out. If any little thing had been changed in the timeline-a Master had decided to take a midnight stroll and discovered them, one of them had developed a cold and so they had postponed the excursion, the possibilities were endless-he, Iter, Scree, Grend, and Aaspra would all be dead.
"How did you survive?"
Lak paused for a moment, turning the speeder along the route that would take them back to the city. The fact that there were Jedi alive and working for the Rebel Alliance was a closely guarded secret. But…
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you."