Hehe, this ought to be a good chapter to make reviews! So don't skimp! I am so evil… Anyway in response to your comment last chapter, LJP, I will answer! Obi-Wan cannot sense her for he is in Outupar. Trust me; he will be back in the scene in just a little while. Ok, so here is the next chapter and I hope you like this one. Lots of lightsaber action.

Gin LaHouch sat in a chair in the abandoned room. He had relocated to the apartment above Paca's Galaxy for he couldn't stand being beneath the surface of Coruscant. Maybe the late Orion enjoyed it, but not Gin. He gazed toward Gavja who sat in his own chair.

There were only bonds upon his hands. The old man would make no attempt to escape the clutches of his captor. One wrong move and he would have one less child. "How much longer?"

"You know Jedi; they have to have a well thought out plan." Gin grinned. "Have patience. Oh, and one more thing. Your family is in the care of the Jedi Order. I think it best that once you get out of here that you take them home. Keeping them there will only cause more heart ache."

Silence took over the enormous room once again.

Gavja lowered his head. Any second the Jedi would come and try to rescue him, the only problem was that he had his own part in the plan. He needed to be strong. Everything would be all over soon.

Gin rose to his feet, his skin tingling with a wild sensation. "There here."

The door slid open to reveal not one but three Jedi dashing into the room. Klip stood in the center with his saber blazing a vibrant yellow. A'Sharad Hett was close by with Serra Keto at his side. The three stood still.

The bounty hunter laughed. "I knew you wouldn't come alone!"

Suddenly A'Sharad's eyes widened. He clutched his lightsaber in anger and tried to calm himself. "Gin LaHouch! You sniviling trader!"

He laughed deeply. A lightsaber flashed in his hands, the purple blade flickering as a taunt. In a way he was amused, if not surprised. "I can see you haven't forgotten about me. Fine memories brought back dear old friend?"

"Friend? You're a disgrace to the Jedi order! You left me on Argonar with Skywalker to rot!"

Serra held both her sabers tight. She was building momentum with every word uttered. Gin was not someone whom she liked to talk about. His name always sent shivers down her spine. "Enough talk, you shall pay for you arrogance, Gin."

"We shall see my dear, we shall see!"

Indeed, they had devised a plan before enetering the building. Serra and A'Sharad would provide cover while Klip went for the Senator. It was simple enough and should work; so they hoped.

Serra lept forward. She flipped into the air and landed behind Gin. He brought his saber backward to block her attack while pushing A'Sharad back with the force. A'Sharad roll to the side. He swung down ward while Serra slashed at Gin's legs.

The bounty hunter quickly tucked his legs to his chest. Blocking A'Sharad's swing was easy as he spun around once. Serra felt a stinging sensation across the leather on her stomach. She did a back flip and landed on one knee.

Gin took two swings at A'Sharad then lifted his hand in the air. A metal bar released itself from the wall and flung toward Serra. She stuck out her hand and halted the metal from colliding with her. With a grunt, the Jedi wielded both sabers toward Gin's head.

He brougth his foot back to knock the saber out of A'Sharad's hand and then joisted toward's Serra's stomach. She blocked but was sent to the floor.

Klip kept the battle alive in his mind while he helped Gavja out of his bindings. He was about to tell the man to run, though he felt a stinging in the back of his neck.

The senator breathed deeply as he watch Klip stumble to the ground; the laser in his hand tucked deep in his pocket now. His eyes gazed to the three fighting madly near him. He grasped his chest and ran. If they died it would not be his problem and he guessed they would not live long enough to tell the tale of his rescue.

Gin laughed while sweat poured down his face. There was no time to glance at the collapsed Klip Judgin but he could feel the Master's life force deminishing.

Serra glance across the room to discover Klip lying upon the ground. She reached outward. "A'Sharad help Master Judgin!"

The woman rolled on her side and lept to her feet. She brought her left saber down ward while the right spun upward. Gin surprisingly escaped both attacks by tucking his legs into his chest and leaping to the right.

She knitted her brow only to have the chair come flying her way. Serra fell to the ground, her cheek pressing to the metal floor.

Gin laughed. His saber was hooked to his side now. A hand reached out while Serra felt the force weigh her down. She tried to get up but it was in vain. A shout came from A'Sharad though he to felt suddenly weighed down. "You cannot stop me! I have become more powereful then you could ever dream… but I shall not kill you." He sauntered over to the window and smashed the glass. "My job here is done. It was nice to see you again."

When Gin had disappeared out the window, the weight which held them down had lifted. Serra scrambled to her feet. Her eyes were wide with confusion as she gazed down at Klip. "What happened?"

A'Sharad lifted the limp Master's head. "Laser in the back of the neck."

"No… he… how did it happen?"

"I… I don't know Serra… but hes alive!" A'Sharad stood to his feet. "We need to get him back to the temple right away."

Serra was egar to lend a hand, but she paused. "What about the Senator?"

"Something tells me he will be fine. Hurry!"

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The sound of doors sliding open was aparent in the lavish office of the Chancilor. There was Palpatine standing by the window. His old eyes gazed out onto the busy world below him. A sudden smile came to his lips. "I hope everything was eventful. Time is money."

Gin nodded his head. "Of course, have I ever let you down?"

"Good, that old fool knew too much. So he is dead?"

There was a slight pause form the bounty hunter. He knew that Klip could not live from being stabbed with a laser; no one could. At that time, he knew that the Master was alive but he was sure he was dead now. "Yes, he is."

"Soon it will be time to unleash my plan. There is just a few more things to straighten out before we do so."

"And what would that be? I took care of everything."

The Chancilor turned to face Gin. "Nothing is to be done until I have Skywalker in the palm of my hand. He just left a little while ago and I suspect that there will be quite a disterbance in the next little while."

"The Jedi will fall, I know it. I can feel it."

"Of course they will." Palpatine nodded his head. "You have your leave now LaHouch. I am no longer needing your services. Payment will be taken care of after tonight."

"Tonight…"

"This will be the night that will be remembed through out time. The Jedi will fall one by one…" He smiled while rubbing his hands together. "And at the hand of their own defence…"