First off let me apologise to everyone who has still been following and leaving reviews! I had every intention of updating this story periodically, but unfortunately that crazy little thing called life jumped in and I never got around to it. I apologise profusely. The good thing is that I've gotten my writing groove back (somewhat) so hopefully I'll be updating more regularly now! Sorry for the short chapter, I'm having to dig out my notes and try to remember everything I had planned for this story back when I was writing it!

Chapter 6

"Would you please tell your goons to quit manhandling me? I understand that it's obviously been a while since they've laid their hands on an actual living, breathing, female but that doesn't give them an excuse to treat me like this. Besides, you want me in one pretty piece before you execute me, don't you?" She gave Admiral Dodonna a sarcastic smile as they continued to march down the hall. The Admiral gave a weary look back to the squad of men that were escorting the fallen Jedi, and the one in front gave a nod.

Turning his head to the side, he gave his men a look to make sure that they loosened their grip. Schuyler turned to the Commander and rolled her eyes. "So helpful." Dodonna simply took a deep breath. She couldn't wait to be rid of the snarky brunette. The door to the courtroom was already opened, everyone inside waiting for Schuyler to enter. Four guards were posted both in, and outside of the door just in case.

As the large group made their way inside, Allie took note of who all was there. The entire Jedi council, several high ranking military officials, and politicians and a handful of others that she didn't recognise were all seated around the circular room. Allie was placed in the middle on a raised platform, the stun cuffs still securely around her wrists. Holding her head high, she kept her eyes focused on the military officials in front of her, ready to make their decision. A seat was left empty to the right of the man in the middle, but no one seemed to be coming in to take it.

"You are here today because you have decided to turn yourself in for your crimes, is that correct?" A middle aged, balding man with snow white hair questioned in a firm voice. He clearly wasn't going to coddle or play nice. He seemed to be a part of the group that was ready to see her killed already, probably wondering why no one had shot her right then.

"I am. And I plead guilty." Whispers erupted throughout the room, even Jolee's face looked surprised. None of them had expected this to happen. If anything, they figured that she'd turn herself in and beg the Jedi to take her back…Clearly that wasn't what she wanted though. The man in the middle banged a gavel, loudly yelling for order. After everyone quieted down, he stared at the woman in front of him for a long moment before speaking again.

"You do realise what this means? Pleading guilty means there will be no trial and—"

"And I'll accept whatever punishment the court deems fit for my actions. Which we all know will be execution. I'm ready." She gave the man a nod, still locking her eyes with his own. The courtroom was as quiet as a grave, not a single person saying anything or even moving.

"Very well then. The court will decide which penalty best fits your actions and inform you of when it will be carried out. Guards, please escort her back to her cell." The flock of men once again stood all around her as they escorted her back to her holding cell.

Everything was planned out, down to the tiniest minute detail. There were even plans to take in case something went wrong, or popped up unexpectedly. Carth sat back on his couch, surveying the plans on his coffee table with a relieved sigh. He was going to get out Schuyler and the baby – his baby. They'd figure out something afterwards, it didn't matter at the moment. They were going to be together, that was what was important.

It wasn't until Jolee came in through his door with a worried look on his face that Carth began to think that things wouldn't be so easy. "Jolee, what's—"

"She agreed to go on trial, and she pleaded guilty. They're planning her execution as we speak." Carth quickly stood up, his jaw dropped.

"No! She can't do that! I-I can barely get her out without worrying about all of this!" He ran a hand through his greying hair and huffed. "How the hell am I supposed to do this, Jolee? I-I-I can't lose her. Not again," he murmured the last part. Jolee could see every ounce of pain that Carth was feeling, etched out on his face.

The aging Jedi knew that if he tried to help them, he'd be found out. After all, at the moment he was the only Jedi who actually wanted to help her, not just lock her up and throw away the key like the rest of them wanted. Schuyler had been like a daughter to him, however. He couldn't just let her die, not like this. Carth had lost enough people in his life, and losing Schuyler would kill him.

Pushing up his sleeves, he gave the soldier a sigh and moved over to the couch to properly look at the plans that had been devised. "Well, first of all they're going to double the amount of guards, just in case something happens, so this plan right here isn't going to work…"