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"Good of you to join us, Jedi," the slaver sneered. She was sitting on a large boulder as far back as she could be, her face obscured by shadow, "your little friend's just been dying to see you."
With a pair of highly illegal stuncuffs around both her wrists and ankles and a gag firmly wadded in her mouth, Jysella was curled up in a tiny ball next to the boulder and glaring defiantly up at the slaver.
Phaelon's eyes quickly flicked over her. Nothing appeared to be broken. "Why don't you let her go, Cammi?" she suggested.
Cammi started cackling again. "You still don't get it, do you!" she growled. "I took her, because I knew you'd come looking for her!"
"And I'm here now, so you don't need her anymore."
"Wrong. I know how you Jedi work. No collateral injuries. As long as she's here," – She smirked triumphantly. – "you're stuck."
She smiled blandly. "I guess you're right. So, what do you plan to do with me now that you've got me?"
"Kill you, of course," Cammi stated as through they were talking about nothing more interesting than the weather.
Phaelon arched an eyebrow. "Really?" she asked. "And how may I ask are you going to do this? I've been told Jedi are very hard to kill."
Cammi snorted derisively. "Why do you ask so many questions?" she demanded. "Here you are, in the palm of my hand, and you want to tell me how hard you are to kill? You Jedi are so arrogant!" the girl continued. "Just because you carry your special laser-swords and can play parlor tricks, you think you're above everyone else!"
As Cammi continued her tirade, Phaelon stood meekly in the center of the room, most of her attention focused on releasing the stuncuffs binding Jysella.
Her Force perception barely had time to register before an explosion rocked the room. Cammi screamed and toppled backwards off her boulder, while Phaelon was tossed back. As rock dust and debris clattered down from the ceiling, a noxious white gas began seeping upwards from the floor. Before she could stop herself, she got a breath full of the pungent cloud. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and blackness engulfed her.
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She had a headache. Slowly opening her eyes, Phaelon found herself on her back in the dirt, staring up at a rough rock ceiling.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" asked one of the troopers standing guard nearby.
Carefully, she raised herself into a sitting position. "What happened?"
"Amazing. We were told Jedi recovered fast," said another, sounding surprised, "but that stun grenade could have taken out a couple of banthas."
Using the Force to take the edge off the pounding in her head, she shrugged. "That doesn't stop us from hurting later. Did it work?"
"Sorry about that, ma'am," said the first, kneeling next to her. "We didn't know what we were up against, so it's basic tactics: take out the whole room and sort through them later."
She nodded. "Excellent work. How're Jysella and Cammi?"
The trooper gestured over to where his fellow was putting binders on Cammi. "Still out, but they should be fine when they come to."
Outside, the lightning storm had worn itself out and moved on, leaving the sky a clear, dark blue. A quick examination of the freighter told them that Cammi had lied completely about rigging it blow up. It was quite obvious she had planned on using it to escape later. After the troopers deemed it flyable, they loaded Jysella and the slaver into it and took off.
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