-I'm back in school, so it'll take longer for updates. Grr. Anyways, I have almost no plans for this chapter, so if its crap, forgive me. Onward!-SF12

This guy just did not give up! Teron shouted in his head as he rocketed after Etarn. Usually, bounty hunters weren't totally loyal to their clients. Either his employer paid rather well, or he had a plot that would benefit both of them. Or both options.

The Jedi wasn't good with a jet-pack, so Etarn was hard to follow. Speeders, swoops, starships, everything but jet-packs. He was sure he wasn't doing badly for someone who had never used one of these contraptions before. Plus, most beginners, he was sure, did not have their first run chasing after bounty hunters on crowded Coruscant.

Etarn flipped in the air, switching directions. Teron groaned, but resignedly tried to follow, without much success. Suddenly hit with a surge of confidence, he used the Force to freeze the hunter in midair, if only for a second.

But a second was all Teron needed. Pushing the jets to maximum, he raced toward Etarn. With lightning speed, the Jedi drew his lightsaber and drove it into the hunter's fuel tanks. With a sickening clunk, the jet-pack dropped like a stone. And so did its rider.

As the hunter dropped, he pressed something on his belt, and soon a silver airspeeder slid under him. Opening the hatch with another lever, Etarn landed smoothly and began to escape.

No! Teron panicked. What now? It was then he remembered Uncle Obi-Wan's battle with Jango Fett. He had been intensely interested in that topic, since, after all, it featured his great-uncle. Obi-Wan had tossed a tracking device on the hull of Slave I. Struck by inspiration, Teron took a tracking device from his belt, and threw it, propelling it with the force. It attached neatly to the back of the speeder as it started to move.

Teron watched Etarn leave, then began to move back through the busy traffic of Coruscant, towards the bar. Besko was probably worried, and who knows? The Teevan could notice the tracker at any time, and it was on his speeder, not is ship. He could take off, and the Jedi would be left with no leads.

Reaching the tavern, Teron saw Besko's anxious expression, as he stood outside. He landed the jet-pack, with some difficulty, and smiled at his Padawan Learner.

He clapped Drell on the shoulder and said, "I have to leave now, but I'll see you again soon."

Drell nodded. "If you need help, you know where to find it."

If things worked out, the true villain behind this scheme would be revealed and jailed. But they had to hurry to make that scene happen.

The rented speeder was going as fast as it could, but Teron still felt as if the Jedi would fail. According to the tracking device, Etarn's vehicle was close. Then, its signal stopped abruptly.

"He found the tracker!" Besko exclaimed.

"Yes, which means he probably reached his destination. We must hurry." His master replied. But, they weren't fast enough.

They arrived at the place where the tracker had gone dead. It was a seedy landing pad, with battered ships here and there. The owner of the establishment was a pudgy humanoid that looked as suspicious as his place. The pad was so small that a quick skim told Teron exactly what he needed to know-Etarn was gone.

"Did a Teevan male just leave here?" Teron directed the question at the owner. The man eyed his Jedi robes, and answered.

"Yah, he did."

"WHERE? Where did he go?"

The man shrugged. "Didn't leave a flight plan. Left in a hurry."

"Where does he usually go, then?"

"I might know, might not. For the right amount o' credits, I could."

Teron activated his lightsaber.

"Of course, I'd be glad to assist you, free of charge.

"Of course. Now where did Etarn go? I think you know." Teron said, exchanging a glance with his apprentice.

"Mustafar. He went to Mustafar."

-Again, I'm unsure if I liked this chapter. Kinda short, I guess. Cool part is coming up. R&R.-SF12