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Outside the door, Phaelon paused suddenly, her fingers hovering over the keypad. Her danger-sense rippled again, and she ducked out of sight just as the door hissed open. Limping slightly, but holding a razor-sharp vibroblade, possibly snatched from a medpack, steady in her hand, Cammi Freelancer slunk into the hall and headed towards the cockpit.
She muttered the most foul Huttese curse she knew to herself and tracked the young woman down the corridor, being careful to keep out of sight and using the Force to keep her movements as silent as possible. As they neared the cockpit, she stopped behind a cargo container and sent the impression of danger to Zak.
As she waited, she heard the cockpit door hiss open and Cammi's voice. "Alright Jedi, you so much as twitch and I'll give you an injury no amount of bacta will heal."
"Not to worry," replied Zak, staring straight ahead while she pressed the vibroblade to his throat. "What do you want?"
"I want you to set this ship down on the nearest rock," Cammi replied with a derisive snort. "And I also want you to get your little Jedi friend in here, and tell her not to try anything."
Phaelon stood and moved to lean against the entry. "You called, Cammi?" she asked sarcastically, folding her arms across her chest.
The girl half turned, keeping the vibroblade tight to Zak's throat. "Get in here, Jedi, and have a seat, before I make a mess of your friend all over this console."
"Why don't you let him go first," she suggested casually.
"Good idea," Zak chimed in.
The slaver smiled humorlessly and shook her head. "No way. My dad told me all about you Jedi. You won't be playing any of those mind games with me."
With a reluctant sigh, Phaelon walked into the cockpit and sunk into the co-pilot's chair. "Whatever you say."
"That's right," Cammi smirked. "And now I'm saying to get this tub out of hyperspace and to the nearest hunk of rock."
"We're on the Corellian Run near Nubia," replied Zak. "You have a preference?"
"Did I say planet?" she asked, "I meant any chunk of rock."
Zak faked concern. "You might want to strap yourself in, this isn't going to be the most comfortable transition."
"I'll live," she scoffed.
Without warning, Zak pulled the levers and the ship lurched violently and shuddered as it dropped out of hyperspace. Cammi, who was still standing over Zak, was thrown forward onto the console, and the vibroblade clattered across the cockpit.
The ship hadn't stopped shaking before Phaelon was out of her seat and dragging the stunned girl backwards off the controls. Pinning her arms behind her, she clamped a pair of stuncuffs tightly around her wrists and set them to full power.
"We do want her in one piece," Zak reminded her as Phaelon began dragging Cammi back to the med-bay none too gently.
"She's young. She'll recover," Phaelon assured him before disappearing out the door.
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Phaelon remained in the med-bay to watch over their prisoner until they arrived on Coruscant, where a person met them from New Republic Security.
As Zak dealt with the officer, a female Selonian, Phaelon dragged Cammi out of the med-bay, her deactivated lightsaber at the girl's back.
For her part, Cammi watched the whole affair with a calm, yet calculating stare. "I thought you Jedi had better things to do than chase us honest merchants," she sneered.
"If you were honest, we wouldn't have had to," Phaelon assured her.
With a final, patronizing glare at Phaelon, Cammi was led away by the Selonian.
"You two sure bonded well," commented Zak with a smirk.
The Jedi shrugged and headed back up the landing ramp of their ship. "There're still three of them out there. Any ideas on a starting point?"
"I was hoping you had one," Zak admitted, following her onboard.
She smirked. "I always find it amazing. They can be so bright in covering their tracks and their transactions, but they're always the easiest to read. Toprawa."
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