They waited until the guards brought their food – some colorless, gray mush before they implemented Kyp's plan.

"Is that it?" Kyp asked, looking disgusted.

The guard nodded. "Yeah."

Meanwhile, Phaelon was using the Force to influence the other guard. "Are you sure that's it?" she asked.

The other guard poked his friend. "I know there's something we're forgetting about these two."

While they thought, Kyp planted the same thought in the first guard's head. "Yeah, there was," he grunted.

"Has the Consul decided what is to be done with us?" asked Phaelon.

"Has the Consul decided to let us go?" Kyp added.

The guards considered each other suspiciously. "Yeah, that was it," said one.

"Yep, the Consul decided to let you go," reiterated the other.

Smiling, they led the Jedi out of the cell towards the front door. "Just a second," said one, "You got something to sign and we'll give you back your weapons."

They entered a small office where a fat Hutt was waiting, oozing slime. The Hutt looked at them and then at their guards. "What is going on here?" he asked.

"The Consul has freed the captives. We're letting them go," explained one of the guards.

"These are Jedi," growled the Hutt, "You are under strict orders not to let them out of your sight."

Something snapped in the guards and everything came back to them. They rounded on the Jedi. "You tricked us!" they demanded.

But they were already moving, calling their lightsabers to them. They flew to their owners, they raised their hands and the ignited blades sliced cleanly through their binders.

"We'd like to stay and chat," said Kyp, his white-purple blade held at the ready, "but we've got an engagement elsewhere."

Phaelon worked quickly at the door mechanism behind him. She activated her saber and the Jedi backed from the room. The door automatically shut behind them.

"How'd it go?" asked Kyp as they rain down the corridor.

"It's locked down, but a couple blaster bolts will open it pretty quick," she explained quickly.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded and small red lights in the walls began to flash. "There go any hopes of stealth," muttered Kyp. "Come on."

OO

They turned the corner and found themselves at the end of a short hall with a door at the end. "Let's hope this is a way out."

Phaelon tried the door. "Locked. Give me a second." Quickly, she tucked the deactivated saber into her belt and began working at the door.

It slid open onto what looked like a stable. Stalls on either side were filled with stocky, four-legged, four-eyed creatures with long, flaring ears. Several were wearing what looked like saddles.

Kyp ducked in and Phaelon closed the door, wiring it locked again. "It couldn't have been a hangar," he sighed.

"We don't really have time to be picky at the moment, do we?" countered Phaelon, going to the nearest beast. Behind them, they could hear the alarm wailing and people yelling.

"Not really."

Grabbing two of the creatures, they went to the far door and opened it. It opened onto a back alley, but at least they were out. Mounting the long-legged creatures would have been difficult without the Force as they continued to fidget with the excitement.

"Where we heading?" Kyp asked as goaded the creatures into motion.

"How am I supposed to know?" Phaelon countered. "It's your plan."

Together, they guided the creatures at a fast pace through the nearly deserted city streets until they came to a gate leading onto the vast plains. Behind them, they could hear people running and shouting. Several blaster bolts flashed past, missing them by several meters. Without stopping, they disappeared through the gates and into the thick, grassy plains beyond.