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Chapter 1

Escape

"Wake up," yelled the guard, "Get your sorry butt outta that bed." It had only been a day since the Republic forces had been ambushed by Deathwatch. It all happened so fast. One minute they touch down on the surface, the next, they are overwhelmed by Deathwatch's forces. Jeff and James had been taken as prisoners; the rest killed, and completely looted and obliterated their transport. Jeff had secretly stored his suit in a crate that only opened on his command. As Jeff stood up from his bed, an unbearable pain shot up his body, causing him to grunt a little bit. A sack back was thrown over his head and two guards grabbed him and forced him to a room Jeff did know not where. He was forced to sit down into a chair, which gave him a very bad feeling in his gut. The sack was pulled off his head, exposing a bright light which caused him to wince.

"So you're the one who foolishly led those forces to us, eh," questioned the interrogator as he smacked him viciously across the face.

"Have you ever heard about what happens to those who try to get in our way," the interrogator questioned again. Jeff immediately knew who he was referring to, Obi Wan. As far as he knew, when Obi Wan got in the way of Deathwatch, they made him suffer through the death of the Duchess of Mandalore.

"We make them suffer," stated the interrogator as he motioned them to bring some equipment over to the chair. He then picked up a strange looking tool and held it in front of Jeff's face, pointing it at him.

"Now, I am going to ask you a few questions and if you cooperate, we just might consider letting you live. But, should you refuse, you will know pain like you've never imagined before," the interrogator said menacingly, which caused Jeff to gulp. Jeff had felt fear before, but not like this. He was very nervous, which is rare for him.

"First question, why are you here," asked the interrogator. All he got from Jeff was Jeff's famous thousand-yard glare. The interrogator knew that Jeff would be a hard nut to crack. He then jabbed his device into Jeff. For Jeff, this was the most painful thing he had ever experienced. The feeling of several small daggers going into him and electrocuting him without mercy was just unbearable. He screamed out as loud as his lungs allowed him in severe pain. For what felt like eternity, the device was pulled out of him and blood started to drizzle down his torso. This cycle continued several times before the interrogator finally gave up for the day.

"You are a very tough nut to crack, I'll give you that," retorted the interrogator in defeat. "Though tomorrow, I won't go as easy as I did today," the interrogator shot back as he then motioned for the guards. The next thing Jeff knew, his world was covered by a familiar sack bag as he was lifted from his chair and forced back to his cell. They threw him on the ground and grabbed staffs and beat him as hard as they could for about five minutes, but to Jeff, it felt like eternity. The guards finally stopped and left Jeff alone with his injuries. Jeff was in severe pain. He then heard moaning not of his own, but from a cell next to his.

"James," Jeff asked weakly.

"Yeah," James replied in the same manner.

"We… got to get out of here," Jeff stated.

"You don't say," James replied sarcastically, but weakly.

Jeff then discovered a window in the wall and he saw James lying on his bed looking at him. Jeff tried to use the force to summon his armor, but it was futile. The pain he felt was too much for him to concentrate.

"What are you trying to do," asked James.

"Trying… to summon… my suit," Jeff replied with interruptions of coughing up blood.

"Your suit," asked James, "what suit are you talking about?"

"The kind of suit that can kill every single one of these guys without sustaining exterior damage and get us out of here," replied Jeff.

"Oh, that kind of suit," James responded, but still quite perplexed. What kind of suit was he talking about? Well, if they could get out of here, he could find out. All of a sudden, a guard opened Jeff door and stood over him.

"Get up," the guard said. Jeff complied, but with great struggle. All of a sudden Jeff felt the surge of adrenaline start to flow through his veins. Involuntarily, he grabbed the guard and slammed him against the wall and continuously beat him in the face, until the guard fell unconsciously on the ground. Jeff then realized what he had just done, but he knew there was a time to stand in awe of an accomplishment, but this was certainly not the place, nor the time. He grabbed the keys from the guard and walked over to James' cell and opened it. He then helped James onto his feat. Jeff grabbed the rifle from the guard and they began to make their way throughout the base. Jeff silently took out another Mandalorian and gave James the other rifle. They made their way around a few corridors and came across a room where Jeff could sense his armor being held in. He then used all of his strength to push the door open.

The door opened to reveal several Mandalorian technicians trying to open the crate containing his suit. Jeff and James opened fire and shot all of the technicians square in the chest. Jeff dropped his rifle and ran over to his crate. He then preformed a retinal scan and entered in the passcode. A green light shined as the crate opened to reveal Jeff's suit. The suit opened and Jeff walked up to it and the suit closed back on him, encasing him in his high-tech suit of armor. The suit activated, and once all of the armor's functions were given a green light, Jeff stepped down to James.

"So, this kind of armor," asked James sarcastically.

"Yep," was Jeff could say before gunfire rang out. James dove for cover, while all Jeff did was put his arm up to shield his face. Jeff summoned his lightsabers from their compartments and activated them, revealing two silver blades.

Jeff then redirected several blaster bolts, until the gunfire stopped. The Mandalorian troops were lying dead on the ground after their shots were sent right back at them. Jeff then helped James up from his spot and the duo attempted to make their way out of the compound. As they made their way down one the corridors, out of nowhere, a flash grenade went off, blinding the two. Jeff could barely hear the gunshots ring out and an all too familiar scream to his left.

When the effects of the flash bang had worn off, he saw James' cold, dead body lying on the floor after sustaining several shots to his torso, and a few shots to the head. Jeff did not know what to think. His friend, from the beginning of the war was now lying dead on the ground. Then all Jeff could see was red, as he charged the Mandalorians in a fit of pure rage. He twirled his lightsabers around as he sliced through every single one of them, showing no mercy. After he finished off the group, he took one last look behind him and took off sprinting down the corridor until he finally found his way out.

Once he stepped outside, he was greeted by an array of gunfire as several blasters and cannons shot at him, enveloping him in a cloud of smoke. He had gotten down on one knee, and as the smoke cloud cleared, the Mandalorians could see his armor sizzling due to the excessive amount of heat.

'For James,' was all he could think as he charged the enemy. He deflected numerous shots from both the cannons and the blasters. When he reached the Mandalorian ranks, he began to cut them down one by one. He disabled the cannons by slicing off their legs and used the force to make short work of them. After about ten minutes of fighting, he finally broke through the legion of Mandalorians and activated his repulser engines. Jeff began to lift into the air and took off; fleeing from the hell he was trapped in for who knows how long.

Shortly after he took off, Jeff could see a warning light come onto the screen, indicating his armor was overheating. He had forgotten that if heated to extreme temperatures, the adamantium's would melt back into a liquid form. And to his dismay, the suit began to malfunctions as the armor's integrity became unstable.

The engines cut off as pieces of his armor began to fall off. Jeff was now free falling out of the sky, and after a very short minute, crashed into the ground. For a long time, Jeff just lied there. He was in too much pain to move. His bones were bruised and/or broken, his torso ached from that dreaded torture device, and his skin burned from the adamantium. After lying there for almost half an hour, Jeff could hear jet noised above. His armor had completely fallen off of him and he prayed that this was not a Deathwatch ship. But to his relief, it was a Republic transport. It landed about 20 feet from him and the boarding ramp opened up to ironically reveal Anakin and a few troops running out to him. And that was all Jeff knew, before he fell unconscious.