No-one slept a wink that night. No-one dared to rest, the traitor was in that very room with them, yet they didn't know who, the only thing all but one of them knew: That it wasn't it wasn't themselves. People were suspected however it wasn't them. I always kept my hand on my hilt, at the slightest sound I sat up and looked around like an eagle scanning the area for it's prey. No-one was calm, except for the traitor, whoever they were. My eyelids were now heavy, and they subconsciously closed and I had to drag myself out of every dream about that stupid red corridor that I have all the time now, every single night.

It was a very long night, the thought that if we all closed our eyes, even for a minute, the traitor would kill us all. All of a sudden, rain began to fall, and it was torrential rain, straight away, like someone pulled a switch and the heavens opened. Another thing is that the room had no lighting, so it was almost pitch black. Due to the fact there was a very, very small window a the top of the wall as soon as the outside could be seen.

The room sat in complete silence for about an hour, until that silence was broken.

'Lerarra?' Said a voice, I sat up hastily and could barely so through the darkness someone on a top bunk turning over to look at the person on the bottom, I laid back down and sighed.

'Arrrgggghhhh!' screamed the same voice, I sat up again and squinted at the same bunk-bed, but I could barely see what happened.

I soon got help with that, as lightning crashed outside with a "boom!" and the room was illuminated by the lightning through the window and for those two seconds could see a terrified person on the top bunk and someone lying with his neck cut; he was dead. I leapt up onto the floor and activated my weapon and pointed it at the body. I could sense Ackbar's presence behind me.

'Get everyone out of here, tell them to go to the planning room.' I told him without looking at him.

'Got it.' He whispered back. 'Ok, everyone, out, out!'

Everyone then left the room, I looked around, and the lightning crackled again. I left with my back to the door, I followed the convoy into the planning room. The rebels all sat down on the floor while their leader and Ackbar were in two armchairs and I was standing up. I gave the troop a strict stare.

'Can you not sense who it is, Master Jedi?' The leader asked, her arms folded in the armchair.

'The Jedi can sense emotion in the air, and everyone here is calm, and the killer isn't worried or anxious or nervous, they're extremely calm, they fit in perfectly.' I stated.

I counted the number of faces in the room, twenty-six, earlier it was twenty-seven. Twenty-six at risk, twenty-six suspects. Really it was twenty-five suspects because I didn't suspect Ackbar was the traitor, but it sounds cool so I'll keep it. I looked away towards the two in the armchairs.

'Uh, excuse me?' Said a voice, I turned around to face a man looking up at me. 'I need to go to the bathroom.'

My brow furrowed. 'Uh… go in pairs, so the traitor doesn't… get at you…' Moment of awkwardness right there.

The man got up and walked away, while someone else went with him.

'Also,' I added. 'if he is the traitor, then who knows whether he's assembling a bomb or something in there so better to have someone to check…' I trailed off.

We were all sat in silence for about five minutes, until I realised something was amiss.

'Something's wrong.' I told Ackbar. I took a step back then I hurried towards the bathroom where the two rebels had been sent. When I reached the room I had to slow down so I didn't run past it.

The next sight was horrible, the other man I had sent to check was lying slumped against the wall, his head drooped, his arms floppy, his eyes open but lifeless. There were two holes in the wall and there was a hole just under the man's shoulder on either side, they were knife cuts. I stopped looking and attempted to open the bathroom door, halfway through this movement I thought it would need a passcode or something, but the door opened perfectly, and how I wish it didn't.

The man who asked me about whether he could go was lying suspended in mid fall, as his hands seemed to latch onto the sink, and his head was bowed inside the sink also, he somehow managed to cling on but it was no use, he was dead.

Ackbar ran up towards me and I could feel him cringe at the two bodies. 'How?' He asked solemnly.

'I don't know, no-one left the group, so it must mean the killer is still there and he's somehow managed to teleport, I'm not sure.' I wondered. 'Wait. The killer's still in there!'

We sprinted back down to the planning room, with horrific sights in our minds and it was all our fault because we left them, but no, we saw exactly what we left, only everyone looking at us curiously.

'Sorry,' I said. 'false alarm.'

'Where's Frandt and Georjo?' asked the leader.

'They've been killed, and we still haven't got a damn clue who the killer is.' I told the leader, but really I addressed them all.

'What do we do?' Ackbar enquired.

'Have you got any empty rooms?' I asked the leader.

'About ten, all in the same corridor but we don't know what to do with them, why?' She replied.

'So now you can do something with them.' I said. I then turned to the troop. 'Get yourselves in them empty rooms upstairs, three in each, if eventually there isn't three, just go into room and make it four, except for the second-in-command, who's that?'

One of them raised his hand.

'Good, then you'll be staying with us.'

It was about five o'clock standard time in the morning and all was quiet. The rain was still at it, the grey clouds were swirling like they were in a blender. The lightning had stopped, but somehow there was still thunder.

'How are we going to deal with this?' The leader wondered.

'I reckon we should wait it out until morning.' I replied, I looked at the leader, she nodded, I looked at Ackbar, he nodded, I looked at the second-in-command, he shook his head.

'No, I don't think we should do that, I think-' His opinion was cut short as something landed on his shoulder, a dart of some sort, and his head dropped to the table with a clatter.

I twisted in around, and I saw the flail of a cloak flash past the door. I got up out of my chair and sprinted after him I saw the tip of a cloak again swish past towards the rooms the rebels had been positioned in.

'You've got nowhere to run!' I warned him as I reached the start of the corridor. In response all the doors opened and a rebel looked out of them. 'That's just not fair.' I moaned.

The next thing we all knew it was eight in the morning standard time and I summoned all the troopers to the planning room. I spoke to each of them in turn about where they all were when the killings happened, and it was always the same story.

'I was with everyone else.' They all said.

I was mulling this all over in my head when Ackbar placed a glass of water down on the table.

'You look like you need it, you looked stressed.' He smiled.

'Wow, thanks.' I replied. I took the glass of water and took slow sips of it as I regarded the group. 'One thing I noticed,' I took a sip of the water. 'is that the victims all died of knife injuries,' I took another sip. 'which means that the killer,' I took a fourth sip of the water. 'still has the knife on their person,' I took a look at the glass of water, which barely had any in it, so I downed it all. 'and that knife could easily be found.'

I stretched my neck a bit, then I got a bit of a subtle bit of pain in my heart.

Probably just heartburn. I told myself.

I punched my chest a bit and coughed, then the pain came back, then it faded away, then it came back again, this time it was stronger, then it attacked again, obviously it was showing on my face.

'Are you ok?' Ackbar asked.

'My heart…' I breathed through the pain.

I grabbed hold of the chair and gripped it tightly, until I suddenly couldn't breathe, my heart was failing.

'What's wrong?' Ackbar asked, worry highlighted his face.

'Poison.' I choked.

I fell off my chair with a clatter and rolled around, making gagging noises as I went.

'Somebody get an ambulance!' The leader shrieked.

'We can't!' Ackbar contradicted. 'He's wanted across the galaxy!'

My eyes began to roll, Ackbar knelt down and slapped me thrice.

'Come one, Mace, stay awake.' He pleaded. 'What have I done?' He wallowed.

'It's… not your… fault.' I gasped, looking at him with my eyelids scrunched up. 'You… didn't know… what the killer had… what they'd… put in there.'

Ackbar stood up and held his head like he was trying to cave it in, meanwhile I was rolling around on the floor like a pig in dirt.

'What do we do?' The leader screeched.

'Argh!' I screamed as I turned over onto my front and slammed my fist while taking an airless breath…