The Ghent imposter heaved and breathed hard to distract himself from the burning pain on the cauterized stump of his arm as Jaina continued to hold him up by his collar.
"I said talk, you scum!" Jaina growled, emphasizing her words to cut through the Sith's pain. "Or you'll never get any treatment for that arm."
Then the Sith began to wheeze and laugh, albeit with the pain of his dismembered and burnt arm still showing in his expression. "In exchange for what, Jedi?" he retorted. "Information that would compromise the preferred secrecy of my Masters and a cell in the basement of your Temple for the rest of my life if I'm lucky?"
"I don't think you're in such a position to be so picky about your options here, Sith," Jaina replied.
A couple breaths later, the Sith said, "Fine, fine, all right, I'll tell you. We knew about what was going on here because..." He deliberately trailed off as he clearly overemphasized the last word.
Then Jaina helplessly watched as a pill appeared from a corner of the Sith's mouth that he quickly bit down upon. It wasn't long before poisonous foam began to spill from his mouth. Jaina dropped him as he died on the floor.
Jag came up beside his wife, observing the body before them. "What do we do now?" he asked.
"We inform Uncle Luke," she said, "then we inform my parents."
"Why your parents?" Jag asked.
Jaina looked at her husband intently. "Jag, think. Obviously, these Sith knew what we were up to with Ghent. If that's the case, then they got something to do with the recent crisis with the Killiks."
"Why would the Sith be interested in the Killiks?" Jag asked.
"I don't know," Jaina stated. "But whatever their interest with them is, it ain't good."
"Is a Sith's interest in anything ever good?" Jag retorted.
"Good point," Jaina bantered. But that was the extent of her good humor under the circumstances before she froze in place with a suspicious look on her face as she looked away from Jag.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.
"We gotta get outta here," Jaina said.
And she didn't waste another second as she trod out of Ghent's apartment with Jag on her tail.
The two of them headed for the turbolift up ahead but stopped abruptly when the double doors parted and a small squadron of Coruscant Security Force officers stepped out, leveling their hand blasters up at the Fels. "Freeze!" the leader of the cops called out harshly.
Jaina and Jag raised their arms up in the air as the cops continued to approach. "Do you guys really wanna do this?" Jaina asked in a superfluous tone.
"Don't even think about pulling any of your tricks, Jedi!" the leader called out, still approaching with his squad. "We already got the whole apartment surrounded! There's no way either of you will be able to escape, even if you were both Jedi, without getting your asses blown to all nine Corellian hells!"
"Oh, I'd take your word for it, Officer," Jaina said. "But you forget one thing?"
"What's that?"
"I'm the Sword of the Jedi," she said.
In less than a second, her lightsaber was out, ignited, and blocking lethal bolts fired from the squad up ahead while Jag decided to hide behind his wife. The redirected bolts returned to their firers to blast the weapons out of their hands, forcing the cops to unleash their stun batons from their holsters. They decided to outright charge the Fels.
"Morons," Jaina murmured before she quickly deactivated and hooked her lightsaber back to her belt to trade it in for her own hand blaster. Jag took that moment to stand next to Jaina and aim his own blaster at the cops.
Within several seconds, before any of them had the chance to tell their fellow officers over their commlinks, all of the cops headed for the Fels were knocked unconscious from the stun bolts given to them by the Fels.
"I can't believe none of them even bothered to tell any of their buddies over their comms that they lost their weapons before they charged us," Jag commented as he and his wife stepped past their opponents' unconscious forms to continue their way for the turbolift.
"You'd be surprised at how stupid cops can be," Jaina replied as she and her husband stepped into the turbolift. The doors closed upon their entrance and Jaina pressed the button that would take them up to the apartment's rooftop.
Moments later, the doors opened, and an expectant group of cops waiting on the roof for their friends to have either arrested or killed the Fels found neither their friends nor the Fels standing there. Confusion roamed their minds and expressions as they looked to each other for answers as to why the elevator was empty.
But before any of them could offer any half-baked explanations, Jaina swung in sight from the ceiling of the turbolift to kick out against the initial row of cops. It was then a simple matter of Force speed and combat prowess on her part that took the next minute to dispatch the rest of the cops on the roof, rendering them all unconscious. She then trod back to the open turbolift and peaked her head inside to look to the ceiling.
"You can come down now," Jaina said to her husband, who held himself against the ceiling.
Jag then dropped and followed his wife back to the Faux Harla as she used the Force to unlock and lower the boarding hatch along the way. After they both boarded and the hatch was up and sealed for spaceflight, the Harla launched for the skies of Coruscant barely two minutes later. In an instant, an entire squad of police cars gave chase, but it wasn't long before they lost the YT-2400 as it disappeared into the night sky.
"Good thing it's night here," Jaina commented before she pressed a button on her console.
And with that, the Harla seemed to disappear from both natural and artificial sight as the ship's perfected cloaking model activated to sheathe the YT-2400 from any and all detection.
"Amazing what the Jedi's tech department can come up with," Jag said before Jaina pulled the vessel into hyperspace to leave the Coruscant system.