"Hi, everyone, you're watching, 'Question Corner' and since we've had a few requests for General Krell as this Halloween Week special, I'm going to explain a few things to you." I start as I has a stand from my orange chair, "Since General Krell is in fact dead, I'll inform you now that I will not be doing a séance." I lift my shoulders and drop them just as quickly, "They're creepy, this is a child friendly show, and, quite frankly, I just don't want to do it." the crowd chuckles, "So, believe it or not, my supervisor has paid Dave Filoni enough money to momentary change the script." Lightning strikes behind me and everyone cheers loudly. Probably happy they're going to get to kill General Krell twice.

"Dave is back stage now and the whole ending of the Umbara story has been in fact erased and now he's written a new ending that states General Krell will end up right.." I point to chair behind me, "there. As soon as he stables it to the script…well, you all get the idea. Let's get this started!"

A young girl raised her hand from the middle of the audience. I point to her and ask, "Yes?"

"Won't that be dangerous?"

I begin to laugh, "Will it be dangerous? Of course, it will be dangerous. Which is why…" I walk over to the side of the stage and gesture a few friends to come on now. Soon the whole Torrent Company walks on board, with Captain Rex leading. He looked grim and I knew from the start he didn't want this to happen.

"They will be protecting us!"

Everyone screams upon the Torrent Company's wake and amongst the screams Rex finds the time to whispers to me, "You're making a mistake."

"I know it's a mistake, but it's already done. Krell's coming. But, I did attempt to learn a few self defense moves prior to this event…"

He raises a brow and says, "With respect that's-"

"Yeah, I know it's weak, but at least I'm attempting to survive."

"Good luck." He grunts.

I whispers back, "Thanks, I'll need it." I turn to the crowd and announce, "So, I do want to warn you lovely folks that for our special guest arrival, we have created six, yes you heard me right, six extra two door wide exits." and I begin to point them all out to the crowd, "Why we have exits is because once General Krell is here and after he's done answering your questions, it will take a moment for Mr. Filoni to write him back into his grave."

There a hesitation from the crowd, but nevertheless I clap my hands and more lightning appears from the background for effect and the room grows horror, dark.

I shout, "Go ahead, Mr. Filoni!" And there's a paper shredding noise coming from the back room. Several seconds later the new ending was stabled to the script and I see a body fazing in and out of the black chair beside mine. The figure is giant and it's almost frog like because it was a Besalisk, General Pong Krell's species to be distinctive.

I my shoulders tense and Rex beside me ready's his blasters. He orders Tup and Fives to stand by with the JedI cuffs. The crowd attempts to distance themselves by leaning away from the stage, something I wished I could do myself if it weren't for the fact that I'd fall off the stage if I went any farther.

There, Tup and Fives reluctantly stand beside the fazing Besalisk and prepare their shackles, latching one end to the bar we installed beside the guest chair earlier. I wished my set designer hadn't decided to make the moment more memorable by adding the lightning strikes and black murky fog, for it made my hands shake and I felt a chill up my spine. Rex, of course, didn't even flinch while he and every other Torrent brothers aimed for the fazing creature.

"Rex, if he gets loose…you have permission to shoot me for payback." my tone came across raspy, but I truly didn't care. I was terrified…

"If he gets loose, he'll do it for me." the Captain retorts back.

Before I could agree with him, the fazing figure started to become whole and soon I was staring at General Krell. Eyes scowling at the clones as he yelled, "WHERE. AM. I?" he feels Fives and Tup latch on the JedI handcuffs on all his four arms, so he snaps, "What is your malfunction CT-27-5555 and CT-2968?"

Fives and Tup stand back. Fives twirls out his blaster and bonks it on the Generals head, "You are, ya Kriffin'-"

"That's enough, Fives, just grab his lightsabers" Rex orders as he turns to me, "Let's get this done with, Ma'am…Ma'am?"

I probably looked ghost white to him and my shaking hands didn't help…."Okay…okay, I can do this…gosh, the things I do for the fans."

"It's a little obsessive if you don't mind me saying."

I grumble, taking a small steps at a time, "Love goes deep, Rex, love goes deep. Even if it means as deep as my grave." I approach Krell, giving five feet of space between us as Fives and Tup pass me.

Fives seats a hand on my shoulder reassuringly, "Good luck, Ma'am." In my fearful state I was surprised I was able to give him a friendly gesture in return because my eyes were stuck on Krell like a deer in headlights.

But even through my newly founded terror, I begin to start the interview, "Um…it's kind of traditional that I shake our guest's hand first, but…" I tediously take a step away from him, "We'll settle with a hello today."

"Why am I here?" He growls as he lunges out his the chair, but however gets electrocuted by the cuffs and is forced to sit, "GET THESE OFF OF ME! "

I snap my fingers and two employees run up from behind Krell and throw on him a white cone that instead of saying, 'I'm An Idiot' it says, 'Thee Audacity!' The original plan was that I would mock him on it, but now, seeing him here, I let out a silent prayer that no one tells him what it says!

"You have thee audacity to treat a JedI in such a manner." Dave Filoni must of erased him just to the point where Krell is still pretending to be jedI and not a traitor.

But Fives barks, "Cut the act, Krell, we know you're a traitor." and Fives folds his arms over his chest as he goes to stand by Rex.

I then remember this an hour show and I have to get over my feel sometime, consequently I take a seat in the black chair and wearingly explain, "This, General Krell, is, 'Question Corner' and-"

"An infernal name." He growls from his chair, but yet I still continue, "And it's where I'll give you questions from people who know you very well…so if you'll-"

"I will answer to nothing!" He lashes out, trying to move from his restraints and gets electrocuted once more.

"Well then, you'll be fun." I say sarcastically, "We'll just go on from here and see what happens, okay?"

"I will not answer questions from any undermining civilians!"

"Wow…you are mean." I raise my brows and sigh, "Alright then, Fives, we'll have to go through with your plan."

Fives cheers, "Alright!" And he looks at a few rookies and yells, "Bring it in, Boys."

Several seconds later a rookie comes in with a plus size shock collar in his arms and Fives runs to my side with the remote. As Fives explains the controls to me, I can't help but stare as Krell fights the new recruit with the collar. He eventually losers and the shock collar is now bound around his neck, just about the time when Fives finished explaining to me the controls.

Fives then said, "And when you're ready to shock him, just do this." He twisted a switch and pressed the green button. General Krell immediately screamed in pain as the electrical current ran through him. I look up and see Fives smirking prior to him handing it to me, "Enjoy." He says, rejoining Rex's side.

Rex knowingly mumbles, "You've been waiting to do that."

Fives tilts his person towards Rex and raises his brow, replying, "You're just mad because I got to do it and you didn't."

"Ah - True enough."

"Thank you, Fives." I say from my chair and then turn to my cards and say, "The first question is from Dogmatup23- 'If you were alive, will you ever get revenge on the 501st?"

"What does she mean, 'if I were alive?" He gestured to himself, "I am alive! What kind of interrogation is this?!"

"Just answer the question!" Fives yells. I try to be a little sweeter, since he is right next to me, and say, "Pong, please answer the question. It's not that hard. Forget the start of the question, think of the latter. Will you ever get revenge on the 501st?"

"For what? I have dealt with deficient clones before."

"I don't think you understand, Krell-"

"It is General Krell!" he lashes out, showing all his pointy teeth to me.

"You're not a General anymore," I explain, being wary to my words, "We all know you're a Separatists?"

"So it's treason then?"

"If you mean treason, as in yourself turning against the Republic, than yes, yes it is."

He growls, "Who. Are. You?"

"The bigger question here is. Who. Are. You, Pong Krell." I lean towards him and hissed, "We want answers and you're not leaving here until we get them."

"CT-7567, I demand you release me of these chains!" He says to Rex, but the man stands tall and replies, "I don't talk to Separatist scum."

Something snapped in Krell and he began to twist and turn in his chair as he yells in a hideous tone, "This insubordination will not go unpunished!"

Fives ran up beside me and snatched the button from my hand yelling, "I'm threw with this insubordination chatter!" he twisted the handle and pressed down on the green button vigorously.

Krell's screeched as a electrical current ran up and down his spine and his body throbbed uncontrollably, but when Fives released the button it only made him madder.

"I WILL CUT YOU UP AND FEED OFF THE MARROW IN YOUR BONES WHEN I AM DONE WITH YOU, CT-21-0408!" I closed my ears against his long rant about how he was going to torture every last one of them and feed their limbs to some kind of creature I was unaware of. His tone was so fierce it hurt to actually pay any attention to. When he settled down a little more, still blowing steam through his nostrils, I said, "I hope you consider that an answer, dogmatup23."

I let in an gulp, "Now from, Shadowclanwarrior, 'Krell, if you and General Grievous got into a fight, who would win?"

Krell raised his chin, "General Grievous and I understand many things, and not putting up with insubordination is one of them, CT-7567." he glared at the captain, but Rex refused to give into any anger.

My shoulders rose and fell, "Alright, so Grievous wins. That makes-"

"He would not!" Krell snapped and I tilted my head knowingly. Thinking to myself, Question answered.

"Moving on. This question is from, Shadowmaster77, 'Krell, how does it feel knowing that you're a traitor to the republic and the JedI Order?" I raise my brow, "Your answer?"

He let out a noise that could only be described as animal like, "I have foreseen a new order and I will rule a part of it!"

Out of my own curiosity, I ask, "But, if you know this is going to happen, why not stop who's doing it? Or even tell Master Yoda. The JedI don't need to die, Krell."

"I was and still am, threw with being a JedI. I no longer need to live off their rules and their respect for other live forms!"

"So you love the power of a Sith, then?"

He answered no further, but gave a heartless laugh.

I shuttered, but continued on, "Next question. From Shadowclanwarrior, 'How does it feel to get your butt kicked by a bunch of 'pathetic' clones, while you are a, 'great' and 'powerful' jedI/soon to be Sith."

"Who are these people asking these questions!" He yelled, "Tell me now!"

I shrugged, "Shadowclanwarrior…"

"Your people clearly lacks the ability to name your offspring." He growls.

I roll my eyes, "It's not their actual name, Pong. Do you really think my name is Captain Kale?" I raise my brow.

"An incompetent inhabitant, like yourself, shouldn't designate a rank which is untrue!" He yells, "Do you understand this, Kale?! Do all of you understand this?" He looks to the camera, sneering.

Mouth gaped, I raise the remote and for a second I wonder if I should push it. It felt odd electrocuting a guest, but he was just so evil. Looking over there was Fives, who was practically doing summersaults to get me to push the button, but I only did it when Rex gave a slow and silent, nod. Krell again becomes electrocuted. When he's done he's pants, "I did not get my butt kicked by any copies!"

I realize since a good portion of his memory has been momentarily erased, he doesn't remember what happened to him on Umbara. So quickly I change up the question to something a little different.

"Excuse me, excuse me. That was a mistake on my part. The question really is, 'what would you do if you got your butt kicked by a batch of 'pathetic' clones, since you are a 'great' and 'powerful' jedI/soon to be sith?"

General Krell seemed to ignore the sarcasm as he announced, "Those dismal clones could never, ever trounce my dignity by defeating me!"

I accidentally 'tapped' the green button and the torture began again. Mumbling, 'oops' I released the button and the Besakisk laid his head back and panted more. "Stop…that."

"Answer the questions more." I countered.

"I…did." He replied.

I shrugged, "Forget about that last one. Now…"I flip to the next card.

I was stunned when a sudden piece of paper flies at Krell's forehead and a female voice yells, "General Krell, you fail at being a JedI and a Sith! YOU FAIL!" but then again…how surprised can I be really? He was evil after all.

"Who did that!" Krell looked at the crowd curiously, "Well?"

No one answered and I pressed my lips together as I quietly flipped my cards to the next inquiry, "Krell." I cleared my throat, "From Yaya The Elf, 'Krell, did you start turning to the dark side before your vision of the Republic falling?"

"I wasn't happy with my position anymore, if that's what you mean." He replied, "I was threw with being the jedI. Putting others in front of myself and saving pathetic life forms. I disserve more than that!" One last time, he fights his chains. Harder this time, far more angrier than I'd ever seen him.

"Now, Krell, we're almost done." I say soothingly since I worry that Krell might actually break his chains this time. I lean away from him and my shoulders scrunch together. I feel sparks land on my skin as he continues to pull. So rapidly, I pull up a card, "From AaylaKitofNiflheim 'KRELL! I'VE JUST THROWN A GRENADE AT YOU AS SOON AS KALE PICKED UP MY CARD! THINK FAST!'"

Stunned, I began to chuckle, "That's so cute! AaylaKitofNiflheim actually thinks saying it in the card will make it happen."

Everyone in Torrent company begins to laugh until something bonks off my head and lands on the ground and begins to rolls towards Krell's feet.

"OH MY GOSH, HIT THE DECK!"

Rex and I jump off the stage along with everyone else in the Torrent Company, and the soundman, and the cameraman, and basically everyone that works for 'Question Corner'. I hear Krell screaming before an explosion goes off and I see the purple chair and the black chair and half the set flying everywhere. Rex lands on top of me and there's a moment where I just duck my head and close my ears. He too did the same.

When there's utter silence, he stands and helps me up along with Fives as well. I sigh, "Is he dead?"

"It looks like it."

I scan the crowd just inches away from me and wonder which one would be AaylaKitofNiflheim. "Did anyway see who threw that grenade?"

"All eyes were concentrated on Krell," my cameraman informs me as he picks up the tipped over camera equipment.

Fives looks down to the floor and see's one last card laying at his feet. He picks it up and hands it to me saying, "It's from AaylaKitofnifheim."

I retreive it read aloud, "Krell, if you survived that, what would your idea of revenge be upon me?" and I shrug, "I suppose you can't answer every question."

Rex rests a hand on my shoulder and says, "I'm glad you're starting to realize that."

"I'm just glad to know we don't have to go through another Krell rampage." Kix says, crossing his arms.

"So he is dead then?" Tup asked, looking back at the stage.

Kix confirms, "With that grenade? Unless he magically got out of those cuffs, I don't see him living."

Tup nods, "Good."

I look up at the stage, where the chairs used, and squint hard For a moment I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but confirming it with a second glance I see the bars were broken in two, smack in the middle. Like they finally gave from something strong pulling at them…

"Rex," My eyes are glued to the charred chair when I slowly shake my head, "I don't think he's dead."

The crowd screams when a hideous laugh came from above, drawing all our attention to ceiling. Where Krell hanged from our lights like a monkey. He outstretched his hand and the lightsabers on Fives belt flew up to him. I mentally scolded myself for not destroying the sabers while we still had them.

I had my mic linked to Dave Filioni and immediately I pressed down on the button and order, "Dave, start rewriting the script, now!"

"It's going to take some time!" He replied, panicked.

I looked at the Captain and he nodded.

I then said, "We'll give you as long as we can! But hurry!"

Krell stayed on top of the lights.

Kix asked beneath the scope of him blaster, "What's he doing?" as he and everyone else fired shots, but Krell just dodged them like they were water balloons.

I take a step forward and narrowed my eyes, realizing he wasn't looking at us at all, but the audience who quivered in fear. "He's looking for AaylaKitofNiflheim!"

I ran up in front of the audience and yelled at everyone to leave but they didn't move! Clearly they'd all forgotten about the extra exits, or maybe they thought it was part of the show, I don't know, but the point was that they weren't budging.

"Oh, come on! Run! LEAVE!" I wave frantically, but their eyes were fixated on Krell!

I heard the lights waver from above and looking up I can see Krell has jumped and landed in the crowd. Immediately, there was a tall brunette, woman who dashed the other way. AaylaKitofNigleheimand, I presumed.

Pong keeps up the chase and using a force push to get right on her heels. She almost made it to the exit doors when he jumped again, did a flip in the air along with the Torrent Company's laser fire of his tail, and landed in front of the exit. He grabbed hold her and held her there hostage. His lightsaber ignited before her neck.

"You will pay for your insolence!" He brought his saber closer to her neck, "You all will pay!"

"Hey!" She squeaked, "Dr. Krell, you're work is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage, monster."

"Aayla! This is no time to quote Avengers!" I yell, grabbing the blaster a rookie offered me and pointing it at Krell's head.

Rex came to my side, "Krell, put her down. Now!" He had both his pistols at point.

"I refuse to be ordered around by the likes of you!" He jumped back up to the lights and began to run towards the left corridor.

"Where's Ahsoka?" I ask as I and everyone else ran after him, "She should have been here by now."

"She got detained on Onderon!" Fives replied.

My eyes widened at this, "She WHAT?! Why didn't you tell me? I thought she was backstage or something!"

"We didn't think it mattered, you were going through with your plan anyway!" Kix yelled.

I mentally face palmed, "I'm not that obsessive of getting the answers to the fans! They could of waited a week or a month! We'll need a jedI if we're going to stop him this time!"

"We killed him once, we can do it again." Rex hissed.

They had killed him once. Really what was I thinking? Questioning the 501st like I had felt getting an F on a test. But I ran harder to keep up with their pace and when Krell reached the end of the lights he jumped through a vent at the side of the building.

"Where did he go?" Rex asked.

They followed me backstage and up a a couple flights of steps. The Captain gestures everyone to get ahead before he grabbed my elbow and held me back, along with Fives, Kix, and Tup.

"What are you doing?"

He answered, "Trust me, I have a plan. Do you know how to use those?" He pointed to the sandbags and the rope controls behind me.

"Yeah. But what do you plan to do?"

"Krell's not going to fight and hold a hostage at the same time. He's going to run back the other way. Fives, you and I will push him till he runs back out the vent. Tup I want all those lights taken down."

"So then he'll be forced to stay on the ground and then, Miss Kale, can hit him with the sandbag."

"Kix, stay with, Miss Kale."

"Yes, Sir!"

Tup began to shoot down stage lights, while Rex and Fives ran to their positions, and Kix and I crouched at the control panel.

"Kix, I don't know every rope to this panel." I began, staring at the levers. I didn't even know the labels, "so just in case, I'd get ready to shoot the rope."

"That's a good idea." He laid the head of his blaster on a bar as I placed my hand on all the levers. I heard some levers bring bags up and others down, so all couldn't be such a bad idea.

About a minute passed when Tup came with his task completed. "I hope this works."

"I do too." Kix replied.

Several minutes passed with the noise of blaster shots and men screaming at each other. Relaying orders back and forth. Tup decided it was best he join them and ran up the stairs.

I look at Kix solemnly, "Sorry you got stuck with me, Kix."

"Ah, I didn't wanna see that ugly face again anyway."

A bounding clamor came next, and looking up at the large vent, there's a saber glowing coming closer.

"Get ready." Kix growled, placing his finger on the trigger.

Krell leaps out, no hostage in his hand now, and reaches out for a stage light and since Tup blasted them down earlier, he fell through the air at increasing rates and landed hard of the floor. I instantly pull all the levers down. Bags raised and fell, but none landed on Krell. I yell, "Kix, now!"

He shot the rope and right when Krell raised his head and groaned, the fifty pound back sliced through the air and planted itself on his skull.

"AaylaKitofNiflheim." I smile, seeing her and the rest of Torrent Company coming down the stairs.

"Is he dead?" She asked, rubbing her upper arm.

I let out a sigh of relief, "No, but highly unconscious."

"You did good, Kale." Fives laid a hand on my shoulder.

Shaking my head, I replied, "Not me, I messed up on the levers. It was Kix here who shot the rope." I punched Kix's shoulder and we began to chuckle, him propping his gun over his shoulder.

"You two did great." Rex praised, before turning around and ordered two rookies to handcuff him again.

I came up beside AaylakitofNiflheim and placed my arm around her shoulders, "Sorry about you being a hostage and all…" while I'm thinking in my head, I'm so going to get sued.

"Kale!"

I turn around to see Arnold, our cameraman, standing behind the camera counting down from five. He points at me and the light beside the lens blinks on. "Um…" Rubbing the back of my neck, I slowly approach the camera; self conscious of my now rats nest hair and torn clothing, which I hadn't noticed till now, "Sorry for the interruption, Everyone. I hope the commercials were nice, next time we bring a Separatist onboard, I'll make sure we have some entertaining and funny commercials lined up for you all. Anyway, as for the end of our, 'Question Corner' update, our guest next week will be, Boba Fett. Please no M - rated questions and please have a HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"

With a glance, I see Krell's body beginning to materializing into thin air, "Hey, Arnold. Get a shot of that." I pointed to the unconscious Separatist. He turns the camera and for the few seconds that pass, Krell is just fazing in and out until finally disappearing.

"Thanks, Dave." I say into my mic.

"It was a pleasure, Kale." He replies back, sounding very, very exhausted, "My fingers hurt…"

I chuckle to myself, but am forced to straighten my composure when the camera turns back to me, "But please, Everyone, thank the 501st for keeping us safe!" the whole crowd goes crazy and my heart skips a beat because of it. Looking back at the boys, their faces probably blushing under the visors, they really did disserve this. Someone needed to thank them. Just once, with all they've sacrificed, they could use a standing ovation.

I am stunned when I see the curtain behind me rising, and there is 2-2-7 with his mic in front of him. Assuming the crowd was roaring for him, he grabs the microphone and is about ready to yell 'hello' to everyone when I slap the palm of my hand over it and whisper to him. "Not today, 2-2-7, not today."

"But….but!"

I patted his metal shoulder sympathetically, "How about you thank the fans for me today? I could use a hand…" there's a moment of contemplation in his eyes, until finally he says, "Really?"

I bob my head.

2-2-7 jumps in front of the camera and yells, "Before ending the show, we'd like to thank, Kickincupcakebutts6, Ahsokatano191, JediChick101 2011 Bruins, Shadowmaster77, Celtice, Glabierules, AaylaKit, Bookreaderninja, Yaya The Elf, AaylaKitofNiflheim, dogmatup23, spikala, Shadowclanwarrior, snip1212, captainrexbest35, rex133668, monsterhuntergod-Ratholas Mk1, Gamergirl052, Nat13cat, AaylaKit, Avalonyx, AL0LT0, just another fanfic author, Angel's anthem, Anakin Ahsoka, Azalea. Rose, Tessika 14, Queen, Thearistacats, Skywalker02, Onryo, KitFisto'sGirl, Alex Tsukino, lady gaga, lefty blondy, Ahsoka33, TCTrent45. Thank you guys for everything."

And Remember, this is 'Question Corner' getting you the answers you've been waiting for."