"Stop!" I yelled, drawing my E-5 blaster rifle and shooting the droid before he had time to process what was going on.

The other Commando droids pulled out their guns, but paused; they were programmed not to hurt Separatists. I quickly shot them down.

The other captives ran to the young Padawan, releasing him from his bonds. I ran over, tucking my gun back into my belt. The two Jedi that were in the group took the kid and draped his arms over their shoulders, trying to feel a pulse on him.

"Oh, let me see him," I grunted impatiently, knowing that I was already in deep trouble. I grabbed his wrists, pressing my hands to them, but felt nothing.

"How did you escape?" asked a clone captive that was standing nearby.

"Oh—um…" I hadn't thought this part through. To be honest, I had only imagined me coming to the rescue, and that somehow resulting in the Seps winning the war, and me becoming ruler of the universe. Simple enough.

"Well…" I smiled awkwardly, "I saw my chance and took it." That reply never fails.

"I see," the clone nodded slowly, clearly still not convinced. I could tell that he didn't really like me.

I looked at the two Jedi, and they lowered their heads, sensing what I was about to say.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, lying through my teeth. He was a Jedi Padawan—of course I wasn't sorry.

I slowly stepped away. The two Jedi hoisted the boy onto a couple of the clones' shoulders, and I watched as one with a twisted leg tripped and fell on his face. I snickered behind my hand, and a few of his kin turned to glare at me as they helped him up.

Just as the alarms began blaring.

We all jumped when the siren began to wail, and I groaned when I heard the familiar sound of the frantic battle droids running to the weapons closet.

"Go! Go! Go!" I shouted, shoving the group towards the doorway. I had memorized the map when I was sitting in my room, so I led them confidently through the twisting halls, blasting droids as I went.

We bolted through the first few hallways, but the tactical droid I'd met earlier must have informed the jerk of a general that ran this place that a few hostages were escaping, because his voice sounded through the speakers.

"Foolish Jedi!" he cackled maniacally, "You can never escape the Citadel!"

I heard the ominous sound of him flipping a switch, and almost immediately felt my arm jerk upward, felt my shoulder being pulled out of its socket, and saw everyone grow smaller as I was pulled to the magnetic ceiling.

"Oh, General, you are going to pay for that!" I hissed, pulling out one of my lightsabers and igniting its ruby blade.

"Big time."

"My apologies, Mistress DeathRain," the General sounded panicked as he frantically fumbled with his control panel—and he had good reason. It was me, after all.

I jabbed my lightsaber in the security camera just as the magnetic ceiling shut off. I fell to the ground, skidding across the floor until I tumbled to a stop.

But that wasn't what worried me.

I couldn't feel my right arm, the one that had pulled me to the ceiling. It was completely shot.

The Jedi ignited their lightsabers, and I stared at them murderously, cradling my mechanical arm.

"Listen," I hissed menacingly, "I just saved your sorry butts back there, so if this is how you Jedi—" my voice dripped with venom at the word, "—thank your rescuers, then I'll be happy to leave you to the droids."

The exchanged glances for a second or two before they reluctantly turned their lightsabers off. I pushed myself to my feet, using the Force to grab my weapons off the ground.

"Now we need a ship," stated one of the Jedi. "I don't suppose you know where to find one?"

I glared at him, hastily scanning the mental map of the Citadel I had stored in my head. A slow grin spread across my face.

"As a matter of fact, I do."

I began to briskly walk down the hallway, leaving them with no choice but to follow.

A few minutes later, I had made my way to the nearest docking bay, pushing through the doors to emerge in the hot, smoky air outside.

"There's our ride," I smirked, pointing to a Sep ship just big enough for all of us.

" 'Our'?" asked the clone that had made it so clear that he hated my guts. I read his identification number.

"BK592, do you expect my master to welcome me back with open arms now that I've betrayed him, and all of my fellow Seps?"

BK flinched as I spoke his number, but replied just as sourly, "and who, exactly, is your master?"

I glowered in his direction, realizing he actually though that he was smarter than me.

"Do expect me to reveal who my master is?" I growled at him, "I'm not an idiot. Like some people so obviously are."

BK592 scowled at me and walked forwards, the Jedi carrying the teen close behind, surrounded by the rest of the clones.

I began to follow, wondering what I would do when I got out, when I caught a slight flash out of the corner of my eye.

I turned my head ever so slightly to see a commando droid taking aim from behind a crate. I was, admittedly, exceedingly proud to have attracted the attention of an elite commando, but that didn't matter now.

"GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!" I screamed, using the Force to push the Republic refugees into the ship. I ran to the door, slamming it shut behind me. The limping clone took the pilot's seat and began to flip switched and hit buttons. I felt the ship shudder as it took off, blasting through space towards who knows where.

I stared out a window, desperately hoping that our destination wouldn't be Courascant.