Once the carship was inside the docking bay of the Mandalorian transport, the former settled down onto the latter's floor, where there was nothing and no one else to speak of in the bay.

"Well, Looks Like There Is No One To Meet Us," Fuckbot pointed out.

"Good Empire reference," Space Cop said. "Very fitting."

"Thank You," Fuckbot replied.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Taggert asked.

"You know, the scene where the Millennium Falcon landed on that landing pad on Cloud City, and C-3PO pointed out that there was no one to meet 'em before Lando and his crew came out," Space Cop said.

"Well, that was obscure," Taggert said. He shook his head. "Wait, why are talking about this now? We're in deep shit, and we gotta figure out what to do before-"

Taggert was cut off from saying anymore when the door leading out of the docking bay opened up, and the Zabrak Mando appeared standing there. He put his helmet on his head before quickly unhooking the blaster rifle that hung on his belt, aiming it at the carship.

"Fuck," Taggert muttered.

"Well, I Do Not Know What You Muthafuckas Are Worried About, I Cannot Be Harmed By Blaster Bolts," Fuckbot stated. "I Will Go And Take Care Of Him." He then slid to the door on his side of the carship and opened it to exit.

After he closed the door, Fuckbot called to the Mandalorian, "Hey, Zabrak, Are You Horny Under That Helmet, Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?" He laughed as he began approaching the figure.

But Fuckbot stopped once the Mando fired a lethal bolt that hit the robot square in its rectangular torso, burning a deep hole that revealed all the circuitry that made up Fuckbot's mechanical intestines and organs.

"Oh, Fuck My Donkey," Fuckbot said before he fell backward, dead.

"Fuckbot!" Taggert shouted from inside the carship. "No!"

"Ahh!" Space Cop exclaimed as he covered his ears with his hands. "We're inside a car, don't shout so loud, man!"

Outside in the Mandalorian transport's docking bay, the Zabrak Mando entered it and, as he approached the car, he fired a shot that not only burned a hole straight through its forward windshield, but also ended up creating another hole in the rear windshield, just barely missing hitting Taggert in the forehead in the process.

"Come on out, or do we have to make things difficult here?" the Mando called out.

"Fine!" Taggert called out. "You asked for it, fucker!"

The gorilla man then turned so that his ass was now pointed in the Mando's direction, aimed right through the hole in the forward windshield, and an entire rocket charged out between Taggert's ass cheeks. It flew straight through the hole and continued for the Mandalorian.

The Mando himself, meanwhile, ducked out of the way and dodged in a tuck-and-roll, but the rocket just as quickly turned and headed right back for the armored Zabrak just as he was about to shoot at the carship again. He stopped when he heard the rocket following him again, and quickly jumped up from his crouch to run for the hangar's exit. He had scarcely crossed the threshold of the door before the rocket reached him, creating an explosion strong enough to blast through his beskar'gam armor and reduce him to molecules in an explosive inferno.

The rest of the blast radius only took out five meters all around, further widening the hole in the docking bay's exit.

Meanwhile, still inside the carship, Taggert shit out a blaster rifle and declared dramatically, "Let's open another tin can."

Space Cop looked at him in confusion. "Wat?" he asked in a moronic tone.

Taggert stared back at him in irritation. "Well, you know, because the Mandalorians are armored, they look like tin cans... Fuck it, let's just kill the other one." He moved to exit the carship, with Space Cop, taking out his blaster rifle from his jacket, following suit from the driver's door.

However, just as they exited the carship, Taggert stopped and looked down to look at Fuckbot's corpse, and Space Cop also stopped to regard it in a nonchalant way.

"I wonder how that laser managed to punch a hole in his chest," Space Cop said. "You think the Mandos knew about Fuckbot being able to take lethal bolts, so they just increased the charges on their weapons to-"

"Oh, shut up, let's just do this for Fuckbot!" Taggert declared, and hurried for the docking bay's blasted exit, with Space Cop following along again with his own blaster rifle in hand.

A few minutes later, the two of them, with Taggert still in the lead, followed a winding path in one of the corridors leading to the cockpit. Their progress, however, stopped dead in its tracks when Taggert was promptly knocked out by a stun bolt from the surviving Mandalorian ahead.

Space Cop, being too slow to react, ended up right in Badda Snasniss's sights, and was also promptly knocked out with a stun bolt.

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"How much longer 'til we reach the Sagju system?" Vestara asked as she stood at the threshold to the entrance of the Faux Harla's cockpit.

"Another three hours," Jaina answered neutrally from the pilot seat. She and Jag, still in the copilot seat, then turned in their seats to face the Sith. "Why, have any plans?" Her tone was now out of mock-suspicion.

Vestara couldn't help but smirk in an ironic fashion. "Just making sure we have enough time to get ready, is all. I'm gonna take a shower, if that doesn't bother either of you."

"Just don't try to sabotage the ship's power core while you're at it," Jaina replied sardonically.

"I'll try not to," Vestara shot back with the same tone before turning and heading back to her guest quarters.

Later, after she had finished showering and slipped on a spare set of Sith robes that she brought along, Vestara sat on the edge of her bed and dialed in the comm number of a particular ally.

"Jar Jar?" Vestara asked.

"Yesa, Ladya Khai?"

"Did you succeed over at Fhaja?"

"Moi moi, meesa did, but not witha da helpa of da Space Cop and hisa friends."

"What do you mean?"

"They weren'ta dere, for soma reason. Dey didn't answera my callesa."

"That sounds problematic. But how did you manage to pull off the sabotage of the Death Watch's shipyards in that system?"

"Meesa justa killed dema alla."

Vestara's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"How's that even possible?" Vestara asked with complete disbelief in her tone.

"When yousa becoma as much of a badassa as me, Ladya Khai, you can doa anythinga."

Vestara shook her head, still in disbelief. "I believed when you told me that you were 'badassa,' but I never knew that you can take out a whole army by yourself."

"Yousa never askeda."

Vestara shot up one eyebrow this time as an idea came to her. "Well, then, if what you say is true, what's to stop you from just taking out Belok Rhal's entire Death Watch? You could end this war, all by yourself, easily, Jar Jar!"

"I coulda."

There was an awkward pause before Vestara asked, "So... why don't you?"

"Oh, Imma sorrya, yousa wanta me to do dada, Ladya Khai?"

"Yes!" Vestara nearly exclaimed.

"Then justa tellata me where da main body of da Deatha Watcha fleet isa."

Vestara opened her mouth, only to realize that she didn't know where they were. "Um, I think I'll have to get back to you on that."

"Very wella," Jar Jar said.

"Oh, and where are you?" Vestara asked.

"Heading back toa homa," Jar Jar said.

"Alright, fine, do that, and when I find out where they are, I'll let you know, Jar Jar," Vestara said. "Khai out." She then thumbed off the communication and replaced the commlink to her belt.

It was then that she sighed in irritation and used the Force to open the door that led outside her quarters, where Jaina stood there with the usual glare of judgment that the Jedi Master gave to Vestara.

"I assume you heard all that?" Vestara asked, not leaving from her spot on the bed.

"I've heard what I needed to hear," Jaina said. "So, you have someone that can end all this individually."

"Apparently so," Vestara said. "Even I didn't know he was that good."

"And yet, if he was, why didn't the Force let you know that he was this ultimate weapon that could end this Mandalorian civil war?" Jaina asked, crossing her arms in suspicion.

Vestara groaned. "Look, I really don't know, just as I don't know why your oh-so-great Uncle and Master Skywalker didn't have the vision that the galaxy could be consumed by this war."

"Fine, we'll go past that," Jaina said. "But let me ask you this: You know where Uncle Luke and my mom will attempt to negotiate a treaty with Rhal and Mirta."

"You mean over Mandalore, yeah, I know," Vestara said.

"So why didn't you just tell him that?" Jaina asked. "Why did you say that you didn't know?"

Vestara was silent for a moment, her expression completely blank.

"Well?" Jaina asked. "You have something you wanna tell me, Lady Khai?" Unsubtly, Jaina made a motion for the lightsaber hanging at her belt.

Then, unexpectedly, Vestara broke out into a sinister bit of laughter, which only served to further Jaina's distress on her own face.

"Tell me, Jaina, because I really wanna know," Vestara said between her fits, "what that whole bit of asthma you had earlier was all about?"

Jaina grabbed her lightsaber, but didn't take it off her belt. "I'm warning you, Khai..."

"Oh, please," Vestara said, "you know as well as I that I'm not the scariest thing in this whole universe to fear."

Jaina now looked confused. "Yeah, so? Sure, Abeloth may still be out there-"

"I'm not talking about Abeloth," Vestara said. "I'm talking about someone worse.

"I felt him, Jaina.

"What he did to you...

"And Tahiri."

At that, Jaina's eyes widened completely, and she fell into another asthma attack as she stumbled back across the corridor. She hit the wall behind her and slid to her hindquarters as she began falling into shock.

"Jaina?!" Jag called from the cockpit.

Within spare moments, he rushed from the cockpit and to the corridor, where his wife was now slumped unconscious. He quickly checked her pulse, then looked toward the leering Sith who only stared back at the couple.

Quickly, as he stood up to his full height, Jag whipped out his blaster from its holster and aimed it at Vestara. "What did you do to her?!" he yelled.

"Who, me?" Vestara mockingly retorted. "Why, all I did was just bring up what happened to her to give her those asthma attacks, and then she just fell into shock."

"You bitch!" Jag said before he fired off a shot.

But almost simultaneously, Vestara had her own lightsaber out, blazing, and reflecting the laser bolt into the ceiling of her quarters. She then bounded across the room toward Jag, deflecting more of his shots, before she slashed his blaster to pieces and kicked him in the gut to send him flying back into the bulkhead behind him, where he slid down next to his unconscious wife.

When he tried to get up, he was immediately stopped when Vestara's red blade came an inch to his throat.

"Now," Vestara said, "how long do we have before we have to make our next drop from hyperspace? And don't lie to me, I can sense it, even from someone as strong and resistant as you, Jag."

Jag ground his teeth, but he answered, "Half an hour or so."

"Good boy," Vestara replied as she deactivated her lightsaber and hung it back to her belt. "Now, that should give you plenty of time to send your wife to the medbay and let the 2-1D there handle her. And don't worry, I won't kill either of you while you're vulnerable like this."

Jag hesitated, but nodded and moved to pick up his wife.

"I'll be in the cockpit if you need me," Vestara said.

As she turned away and began heading off, Jag, already standing up and his wife in his arms, said, "Wait."

Vestara stopped and turned back to patiently face him. "Yes?"

"Do you know what happened to Jaina and Tahiri when they returned from Nar Shaddaa?" Jag asked.

Vestara's expression fell into something resembling fear on her face. "All too well."

"Then what was it?"

Vestara hesitated before she answered in a wary tone:

"Plinkett."

She said no more as she turned and headed back to the cockpit, leaving a temporarily dumbfounded Jag standing there for a few seconds before he, too, turned and headed off to the medbay for his wife.