Author's note: I changed the gender of 'Rocky' after realizing my big mistake.
I also made her British, to match her real life persona.
Realize that; Rocky could lift Dragger by using the force.

Jedi Detention Center: Escape Day +0

"Wakie-wakie, sleepy head."
I'm awoken with a cold splash of water to the face.
I'm coming to, but I can't move. My arms are on fire.
I seem to be chained to the wall. There's a strange figure standing in front of me, but my eyes can't focus on it.
"It's time to get you out of here.", a suddenly familiar voice says.

I recognize it, but from where? "A long lost friend.", she says. She must be reading my mind.
The fuzzy figure lifts me, but from far away. She must be using the Force. Another Sith? Here?
The chains that are holding me to the wall are suddenly pulled away. My arms drop from the sudden release and I'm hoisted onto her back and carried out of the cell.

I can hear blaster pistols firing down the hallway - Light sabers whir against them. What the hell is going on?
My eyes are starting to come back. I can make out the backside of the boots of this gal who's carrying me.
"Put me down. I can walk.", I choke through the bouncing.
"Not until we're at a safe distance, Old Top." She continues carrying me through a few more hallways. This detention center is larger than I originally thought.

She sits me down and leans me against the wall. I can finally see her face. "Rocky!", I try to stand, but she forces me back down.

"What are you doing here, Rock?", I ask.
"We're getting you out of here.", she reaches into her inside pocket and hands me my light saber. "Here, Special delivery."

But, this isn't my saber. Well, technically it is, but it isn't my latest one. It's the one I lost in a bet with a girl in Coruscant. That girl was Rocky, another fellow Sith that Nex and I had met a few years ago. Rocky was a braggart at the poker tables and proved her skill by cleaning me out of everything - including my light saber. To attest for my own skill - at one point I had won her left boot, but she quickly won it back. Nex and I hung out with her all that week before Klo'ek and I brought Nex to Alderaan. I had heard that Rocky and Nex met back up on Alderaan and stayed pretty close, but I haven't heard anything else in years. Right now isn't time for a reunion, however. There appears to be a small war going on just down the hall.

After a short rest, I stand and run with Rocky through a few more hallways. Explosions rock the very foundation of this center every once in a while, knocking parts and ice down to the floor. We round the last corner as a wave of panic flows through me. Rocky ignites her saber and lifts to strike someone, but something inside me doesn't feel right. The panic level I'm feeling climbs through the roof. I pull and block Rocks' blade from hitting the little person in front of him. There, standing in front of Rocky, is Shorty. She's holding a younglings' saber.
It's short blade, visibly shaking out of fear.

"What are you doing, Dragger?", Rocky demands, "She's just a Jedi. A waste of meat."
I put my hand on her shoulder to pull her back. "No..she's not. She's my new apprentice."
Rocky just stares at me as I walk up to Shorty and hoist her up on my hip. She turns her blade off and looks at me. She recognizes what I'm talking about - a silent conversation between our eyes.
All three of us run off down the hall toward the hangers

Just as we enter the hanger bay Shorty speaks up. "I can't leave without my mom."
Dear God, why the hell did she have to wait until now to say something? The blasters and sabers are getting closer.
"Are you sure your mom wants to come along?", I ask.
"Yes.", she answers short, but sweetly.
I think about things for a second. For one, I don't want another woman dragging along. On the other hand, it's her mother. If I had the chance to see mine again...

"Where is she?", I ask.
"In our room. Number 314.", she answers.
I set her down on her feet and kneel down. "Go to the ship with Rocky and wait for me. I'll get your mom and be back shortly!"

Just then, two guards enter the docking bay and start firing rounds at us. I yell at Shorty to go and turn to face the guards. I ignite my blade and block several rounds as I advance on them.
Two easy kills; one beheading and the other through the chest as I continue on my way back into the hallways.

Those two guards must have been lost from their group. These hallways are eerily empty.
Opps – spoke too soon.

Rounding the last corner, I run smack-dab into a whole heard of troops dressed in their white battle armor. Luckily they didn't see me. I duck into a cubby around the corner. It looks like a klan meeting at the end of the hall. I'm going to have to find another way around.

You know, the Force works in mysterious ways. Either that, or I'm extremely lucky.
I hear footsteps approaching and, who do you think is passing by? None other than Lori.
I step out behind her and grab her, covering her mouth to keep her from screaming.
"I have your daughter.", I whisper into her suddenly frightened ears. Her fear is expected, but I didn't think she was that much of a fighter.
Before I can tell her that she's safe on the ship, I'm wheeling over her shoulder and laying on my back.
"Ow.", it's the only sound I can utter.

She puts her foot on my throat, "Where is she?"
I can't answer with her foot in place. She turns toward the corner and yells for the guards. Instantly, I can hear the entire fleet of klansmen coming.
I grab her foot and force it to the side. "I saved her life, you twit. We were getting on the ship when she asked if I could come back for you. And, here I am, getting you."
The footsteps are getting closer. Lori thinks for second while looking at me on the ground and at the corner where the guards are sure to round at any second.
She puts her hand down, offering to lift me up.
I take it and stand, igniting my blade just as the first wave of blaster rounds enter the hallway. I'm prepared to do the best I can to fight off the crowd. Lori's run off to the hangers, already.

I walk backwards as I redirect a massive wave of blaster rounds, but it's starting to be too much. I don't know how much longer I can hold off.
A round made it past my blade, I wasn't fast enough.
Luckily it got my mechanical hand, so it doesn't hurt. But it's shorted out. I can't use it.

Blocking with one hand is getting extremely hard. It's time to give up. I've had a good run in this life and the everyone else is safe in the ship.
I lower my blade to the ground. I'm going to let them finish me.

The round with my name on it comes in slow motion. I can actually hear it leave the barrel as it heads for my chest.
My heart is pounding in my ears. My brain is screaming for me to defend myself, but I maintain my blades' position on the floor.
Here it comes.

They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes.
I see nothing. But, my brain is going so fast that these last few seconds seem to be going on for hours.
I close my eyes as I feel the round nearing. It's going to hit me, square in the heart.
It's a good shot.
An excellent marksman.
Or a lucky shot.

Suddenly, I hear a deflection. A lightsaber blade is ignited infront of me.
It's Lori! I open my eyes and look at her in a split second.
She looks at me, unspeaking, but her face tells me everything. She nods. I lift my blade and time regains its normal speed for me.
For the first time in recorded history a blue blade joins the side of a red blade in order to fight together.
We block the endless array of laser shots, sending many back and knocking down the hordes as we back down the hallway; toward the hangers.

As we enter the hanger blaster rounds fill the bay. This will surely alert the other Sith.
Sure enough. Several red blades ignite and come rushing to our aide.
With enough help backing us, we all board the ship.
I run to the bridge to check the launch sequence. Lori's at my heels.
We find Shorty sitting in the navigators' seat with a familiar looking man sitting in the pilots' station.

"Nex!", I put my hand on the his shoulder as he turns around, "I thought you were dea-..", I stop short as I stare at his mangled face.
The upper right side of his face that caught the blaster round on the Anareen port is completely replaced with metal plating. His eye is now a glowing red robotic lens.
"It's only a flesh wound.", he giggles.
Since it has only been a few days since I left him on the port the stitching along the joints were still raw and crusty. I'm not really sure how he's managed to function in public.
"You're a site for a sore eye, too.", he says as he lifts the ship off the hanger floor. He can see my shock in my face.
Rocky comes up front and leans over my shoulder, "Let's get the hell out of here."

We lift off, leaving Hoth far behind. A caravan of ships follow us into the nether.
I have no idea who they are. I don't know why they helped me.
All I know is that they're freindly to the Sith. Or, atleast, friendly to Rocky and Nex.