First law of horror films: Never split up.
Notorious saying
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The boarding went well. Maybe too well.
Vestara, flanked by Sith boarding party composed of ten Sabers and Fasha, led the way toward the bridge. There was no resistance. The cruiser was calm and silent.
"This smells like a trap," Fasha said.
Vestara nodded. "This is a trap."
"What should we do, Lady Khai?" One of the Sabers asked.
"We will continue our approach. They had to hide the crew somewhere."
"On the bridge," Fasha said.
Vestara closed her eyes and reached out. "Yes. On the bridge."
"But the Jedi isn't there," Fasha pointed out.
"I think he's just hiding his presence," Vestara said.
"Or he's preparing to make a sneak attack," a Saber suggested.
Vestara glanced at him. In a way, this one looked a bit like Ben. He had red hair and stubborn expression, but his eyes were as dark as black holes. "Even if he somehow succeeded in launching a surprise attack, Saber Diin," she said, soft but threatening, "Do you think he, even if he had this ugly Jedi as a backup, would stand against a whole Sith ambush party?"
Despite the fact that Vestara was a lot younger than him, Diin dipped his head. She was, after all, one of the youngest Sith Masters the Lost Tribe had.
"No, lady Khai."
She sneered.
"Who are you calling ugly, you Sith harlot?"
Her head whipped around, searching for a source of the insult.
She found him, just rounding a corner behind them.
It was the ugly alien Jedi. His lightsaber was in his hand, but not ignited. Typical Jedi arrogance.
She stabbed him with a gaze. "What?"
"I asked you, you filthy Sith schutta, who are you calling ugly?"
This was a Jedi? He certainly had a rich wordage.
He kept walking to them. The trio of Sabers nearest to him raised their lightsabers.
"Where is the other Jedi?" Vestara asked, trying to keep an eye on the corridor in front of her in case Ben came and they tried to encircle them.
"Skywalker?" the Jedi asked. "No idea. Maybe he's out, courting some nice officer."
"This is supposed to be the famous Jedi humor?" Fasha asked.
"Of course," the Jedi – Wandaq, she recalled – said. "It's famous because it's not funny."
"Ah," Fasha said.
Vestara was becoming more and more nervous with every step Wandaq made.
He smirked. "Are you feared, Sith?"
"I am bored," she snapped. "Let's make this quick. Attack!"
Three of the Sith leapt into attack.
Wandaq didn't ignite his lightsaber.
"Holy Sith," he muttered and made a back-flip.
Vestara frowned as she tried to make the best decision quickly. "Five of you, follow him!" she shouted then. "The rest of us will continue to the bridge! Saber Tannis, you're in charge!"
The fair-haired human woman addressed, Ina Tannis, bowed quickly. "Yes, Lady Khai."
"Should I go…" Fasha started.
Vestara shook her head. "No. I need you there. I think we will have to split up again."
"Yes, Master."
Vestara quickened her pace to a light run as she led her remaining six men through countless corridors, through countless turbolifts, through countless places perfect for an ambush, still proceeding toward the bridge.