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Lerina Deeharc. Warship Construction Sight, Gree. 1347 GST. 14ABY.

It had been a long journey. Lerina had run out of food the day before, but thankfully the ship had finally landed. She could hear workers unloading the cargo one by one. They sounded far enough away. Even so, now was not the time to be careless. She would need to be silent and agile if she wished to leave the ship without any problems.

Lerina cracked the lid of the crate just enough to see what was going on but not enough for the workers to notice the lid was ajar. No one was around. She slipped out of the crate and closed the lid. Her eyes darted around the room as she crouched behind the box she arrived in. She needed to get a move on. With silent steps she moved forward and took cover. For a long moment she paused.

These people worked much faster than Lerina expected. In just a matter of time she would be surrounded. Lerina watched with suspense as the crew worked diligently. She needed options.

"Hey! You there!" called an unfamiliar voice behind her.

Her heart nearly stopped. She turned her head to the shout only to discover a man nearly on top of her position. There was no point in hiding now. The alert had begun to spread to all the crew members.

Lerina dashed towards the exit. Thankfully the man who sounded the alarm was a bit slower than her. Even so, there were workers coming at her from all sides. Only about five men stood between her and the exit, not counting the rest of the hoard that came at her.

The first man, who looked strong and tall, reached to grab her as she tried to pass by. Lerina dropped to her knees and slid to dodge. She was thankful for her small build for he was not able to even touch her. The one thing she liked about being small was she could easily change direction if needed.

The second man was a bit older than the first, but was more muscular. Not to worry, she would get past him. As she continued to slid, she rose to her feet and dodged his attempt at a grab.

Lerina picked up speed and dropped herself to the deck as quick as she did the first time. She flew underneath the third man and rose back up to run. Out of nowhere, one of the workers tackled her. She noticed the man wore a helmet. If she could strike his face, there was still a chance for her to escape. Her hands grabbed the helmet tightly and pulled it off.

By the time they hit the ground, Lerina was sure to acquire the advantage of the mount. Without his helmet, the man's face was vulnerable to her fists. The man, however, was smart enough to throw her off of him.

She landed on her back with a loud thud. The large man, however, had gotten to his feet and pinned her under the weight of his foot. Her heart pounded as adrenaline rushed through her blood. With all her strength, Lerina shoved the man's foot off of her, created some distance, kicked his unprotected shin, and got back up to her feet.

The man began to wobble on his newly injured leg but went for the knockout punch anyways. When he swung, time seemed to slow down. She brought her arm up to block her face. When Lerina's arm finished its movement into place, a blaster flew across the scene and hit the man in the face. The blow caused him to miss and finally tumble to the ground.

She stood in her defensive stance, unmoving in shock. Lerina wondered where the weapon had come from and pondered how it moved to save her skin from a knockout punch. By the time it took her to come to her senses, she was already surrounded with the crew's weaponry trained on her. They watched her with caution and curiosity.

Lerina dropped her arms and stood in a normal, non-aggressive stance. The girl observed the crowd of workers. "I know when I am beaten," She said as she raised her hands slowly above her head in surrender. One of the men walked over to her and another to the man whose shin she guessed she had broken. Binds were placed tightly and painfully around her wrists.

From the crowd emerged a slightly taller than average man in black and blue heavy armor. The workers knew him as Kotra. "Well, now," he began. "What do we have here? A stowaway? A Jedi? Spy, perhaps?" Kotra questioned through his helmet in a calm yet surprised tone.

The girl only shot him a silent, angry glare.

"Take her to the detention center," He commanded in a soft yet firm command voice. "I need to report our little find to my father."

As ordered, two warriors stood on her flanks and began to escort her away to the detention center.

At least it was not Nar Shaddaa. Lerina sent a sly smirk to Kotra. "Tell the Captain I said thanks for the lift," she teased.

Her two escorts lead her to one of the many small cells on the compound and locked her in. She wondered over to the far corner and sat on the cold floor. "He forgot to take the cuffs off me," she sighed quietly to herself. Lerina silently cursed herself for freezing in combat. If she didn't freeze would she have been able to get away? I did not really matter now; she was locked in a cell. What did matter was what they were going to do to her.

The warden walk in a few times asking the same questions multiple times. He poked for information. Over and over he asked, "Are you a Jedi?" and "Who are you?"

To his first question she answered, "No," and to his second all she said was "I'm just a lil' girl from Nar Shaddaa that stowed away on your convoy." The second time he asked those questions Lerina told him, "I just told you. Why would you ask again?" The third time he asked she just sighed with an annoyed look on her face. The fourth time she just straight up ignored him.

Lerina began to wonder how long she would have to endure this torture.

An'kin Cassus. Planet: Gree. 2:00 GST Warship Construction Site.

"Keep that crane steady!" An'kin yelled at one of the construction crews. The factory was coming along nicely and so far everything was on schedule. He didn't care for the tediousness of overseeing the construction though. Since Kli'nah was starting to have morning sicknesses he had to fill in for her until the next shift started.

"The Ion Reactor station is going here, and the hull maintenance station should be off over here." He explained to a fellow crew member. He constantly looked over the plans he had drawn up to make sure things were set in the proper order. He knew that if he didn't then his mind, left unattended, would start changing layouts and then things could get confused. The last thing he wanted was a mistake in the construction due to his fast paced mind constantly changing ideas on him. Usually things worked out the best the first time, and there was no need for something like that to happen especially with this project.

Construction continued. It seemed like any other day just busy with work and not many accidents happen thankfully. He continued to oversee the site for the next several hours. One crew member got burned with a plasma torch, but that was about the extent of the day's excitement so far, and it was just fine to him. He didn't like hiccups or unexpected surprises, and this project had already put him under considerable strain.

"Buir!" Kotra called as he walked up from the landing zone. An'kin turned around to meet him. He had his full beskar'gam on, minus his helmet, and seemed to have a nervous expression painted on his face. That wasn't normal An'kin thought. Kotra normally didn't show much emotion.

Perhaps something is out of the ordinary, and he is worried about how I will take it? An'kin thought to himself. In any case he didn't like the look Kotra was giving him, and he could tell something was up that he wasn't going to like.

"What is it, Kotra?" An'kin questioned with a mark of irritation.

Noting his father's tone Kotra answered, "Well Buir, there seems to be a problem with the latest supply freighter's arrival." He watched as his father's face turned from a simple irritated look into the start of an angry fit of rage.

"If there is something wrong with the supply shipment you may want to come back later and tell me about it. Now's not a good time."

"Well, there isn't anything wrong with the shipment itself exactly. The ship seems to have picked up… some extra cargo." Kotra said sort of nervous. Many things didn't worry Kotra, but his father's motives and thoughts were never obvious to him which made him wary of how he presented information that might have pushed him over the edge of calm into a state of rage.

"Quit sugar-coating the situation, and just tell me what is the matter, Ad'ika. I don't have time for this." An'kin answered sternly.

"Sorry, An'kin, well, it seems they picked up a stowaway on Nar Shaddaa."

A stowaway? An'kin thought. "Oh boy this is rich…" He gave Kotra an affirming nod. "Where is this stowaway now, Kotra?"

"We moved her to the Detention Center. We wanted to make sure you were able to question her. She could be a spy."

"Kotra, I have confidence in your wisdom, but what kind of spy would know a thing about us?" Kotra seemed unnerved which made An'kin curious. What could be so bad about this stowaway? An'kin continued to place Kotra in charge of overseeing construction until he had time to "question" this stowaway of theirs.

An'kin headed to the Detention Center of the compound anxious to meet the stowaway. Secretly he was glad there was something that called his attention other than overseeing the construction. Building structures and directing constructions was not his forte and he just as soon clean the compound from top to bottom than oversee the factory all day.

When he reached the Detention Center, the warden greeted him with a confident smile. The warden's name was Ty'din Kli, a newcomer An'kin had come across on Corellia a few weeks back, but a tough as nails Mando'ad that quickly earned his respect enough to be given his position.

"Welcome to my humble prison ward, Commander." He greeted with a prideful tone. "And what brings you here this afternoon sir?"

"Heard we have a stowaway from the last shipment. Came to see what the problem is."

"Ah, that little sheila. Luck with that one, sir, she's a feisty shabuir. She had the nerve to challenge Nitro on her way in. Got his shin good!" He laughed. "Suffice to say he's gunna be the talk of the caf all week! Embarrassed the haran out of him."

"I don't get pushed around by little girls, but I will take your advice into consideration." An'kin joked back.

"She's in cell block 23-Y. Have her tied up for safety." He pulled An'kin over to the side out of hearing range of the other guards. "We think she's a Jedi. She claims not to be, but she used some sort of Force thing on Nitro." He continued to tell An'kin about how Nitro tried to force her into the compound from the landing bay and one of the rifles leaned against the outside wall suddenly flew up and hit him in the head. Then she preceded to kick him in the shin.

"A Jedi huh? This should be interesting." An'kin replied. He thought to himself, This must be why Kotra was nervous about telling me. He gave Ty'din his gratitude for the warning and proceeded to cell block 23-Y. As he got to the cell a guard was sitting by the door but suddenly shot up to attention as he saw An'kin walk up.

"Right inside, Sir! She's hard to handle, that one. Best be careful, Sir." He said confidently but with a hint of nervousness.

"That'll be fine, Cadet, let me in to see the prisoner please." An'kin ordered. The guard obeyed and opened the door to the stowaway's cell. An'kin walked in and almost immediately felt like a heavier presence was in the room. He quickly tried to shake off the ominous feeling. It was like something was trying to get inside his head, but he had confronted plenty of Jedi before, and he knew their tricks.