Chapter 3

"Hard truths are better than soft lies."

Mace had been trailing the dug for over an hour when he got a ping on his comlink from Kira, he stopped momentarily to check it. He cursed. She was miles away. How she'd gotten that far that quickly was beyond him.

"How in…" He muttered to himself. "Oh, Kira, you're going to get yourself killed one of these days." Sometimes his young apprentice took things into her own hands even when it wasn't necessarily the wisest of decisions. He hoped she hadn't gotten herself killed or captured in the meantime. While Kira was headstrong and had a wild impulsive streak that was near impossible to temper, she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

Mace debated for a few moments before deciding that Kira must have found what they were looking for and decided to abandon the dug. He pulled out his datapad from his satchel and looked more closely at Kira's location, trying to find out exactly where she was. It looked like she was on the far west side of town and decided he should get there sooner rather than later; she might need back up. He looked up at the stars and knew he would be heading into the rougher parts of an already rough planet. He looked at Kira's location again and found a message from her. He could have throttled her then and there.

Found the fighting ring, might do something I'll regret later… Force be with me, Master. – K

"I'm going to kill her when I get there." He growled and quickened his pace. The time he'd wasted following the dug had only created more distance between the two.

Mace flagged down a taxi speeder and climbed in. He gave the driver Kira's location and the driver headed off in that direction. It took over two hours to reach the location and when they got there, the only thing around was an empty field and a river. Mace felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. He got out of the speeder and paid the driver.

Mace was one of the most skilled Jedi in the entire Order because he followed the Jedi code to a T. He was able to connect himself to the Force in ways many other Jedi would never be able to. He refrained from any attachments… but Kira. By the Force, he loved her. She was his first apprentice and like the daughter he would never have. In so many ways, she reminded him of himself. There was a fire in her that burned so brightly that he could not help but love her. Now he feared he would find her body thrown in the river.

He followed the riverbed; the water was heavily polluted. Trash filled the water, trapped against rocks or stuck beneath the dead brush. He wandered until he came to where Kira's location beacon pointed to, but found nothing. He ran a hand over his head in confusion until his eye caught something glittering on a rock, he trudged through the water until he reached it and picked it up. It was Kira's entire wrist gauntlet. Mace felt nothing but dread, he was in the middle of nowhere with no leads to his padawan.

Mace dragged himself out of the river and sat on a boulder. He couldn't allow himself to panic, he needed to meditate. Let the Force guide him to her. He would find her, he always did.

Kira awoke with a start; she felt the bite of the cold against her skin, the only bit of warmth at her back. Her head spun and she could barely see straight as the sleep gas began to wear off, after a few minutes she began to see a little clearer and her head felt less foggy. She looked around and hadn't a single clue where she was. Wherever she was, the air was cold, stale and smelled slightly of mildew. Water leaked through a pipe near the ceiling and had created a small puddle in the corner. Kira tried to reach up and rub her forehead but soon realized that she was tied up with her hands pinned behind her back.

"Have a nice nap?" An accented voice asked sarcastically behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and found the Mandalorian, Jango Fett, back-to-back with her. She let out a sigh and felt herself shiver.

"Where are we?" She asked, her voice cracking and groggy with sleep. "And why is it so cold?"

"I don't know." Jango answered. "I think we're in a cellar down below somewhere."

"Are you injured at all?" She asked. "Are you okay?"

One of her first thoughts after waking were of his well being, they hadn't known the first thing about the other; but the sentiment was not lost on him. "I'm fine." He answered. There was a silence between the two. There hadn't been an awkward moment between them the moment they met, but that was when they were running for their lives, now they were alone together with nothing else to distract them. All they had now was the constant dripping from the pipe and the creaking in the walls and nothing to say to the other. They were not friends; they were only brought together by the impulse of a very young Jedi apprentice who, unlike many of her Jedi counterparts, wouldn't stand by and let a potentially innocent man die when they were on a mission. They were allies, either of impulsion or of convenience, both seemed to be applicable now. Kira would not be able to escape with Jatori on her own and Jango hadn't been able to escape since he'd become a prisoner here. Nothing after their escape would see them continuing any sort of relationship after. Still… "Why do you pledge your loyalty to the Jedi?" Jango asked after a long while, breaking Kira of her thoughts.

The question caught Kira off guard, she hadn't known how to respond and for a moment she was silent. "I…" She began unsure of what to say. She could have given him the basic answer, that the Jedi were peacekeepers in the galaxy and that she believed in what they stood for, but only the truth fell from her lips. "Well, I came to the Jedi when I was very young. I suppose I know no other way."

Jango's head shook, almost as if he were sad but Kira couldn't quite make out what he was feeling. He was a different field than any other she'd met. He was very closed off and there was no simple mind behind that visor. He felt strange in the Force, but she couldn't quite make out what about him was unusual. "Hm." Was his only response.

Kira raised an eyebrow and glanced over her shoulder at him. "Why do you ask?"

"Never actually met a Jedi before." He said, Kira nodded her understanding, many were interested in the life of a Jedi and not many had the chance to ask. She chucked it up to sheer curiosity until he added, "Killed a few, but never officially met one." Her eyes went wide.

"Pardon?" She asked hoping she'd heard him wrong. "Did you just say you've killed Jedi?"

Jango felt different again in the Force, only this time she felt it as clear as day. There was a pain that burned deep in his core, clearly something involving the Jedi had hurt him deeply. "Only because they killed my people." He paused, there was the slightest change in his voice. "All of them."

"What?" She asked, she had never heard of Jedi massacring an entire group of people, except for the Sith, of course. "That's not possible."

"Ever heard of the Battle of Galidraan?" Jango asked, his voice had a bitterness to it. Like it was painful for him to even mention it.

Kira frowned and shook her head no. "What happened?" She asked, she was almost afraid of the answer, part of her questioned if he was telling the truth but that gnawing gut feeling told her he was.

"It was three years ago, I was the Mand'alor, the leader of the True Mandalorians. I had inherited the mantle from a man who raised and trained me like his own son. We were doing a job for the governor of Galidraan. He was facing an insurrection from his colonists and he hired the True Mandalorians to take out the rebels, and we did. Only to find out it was all a set-up," Jango began, he wasn't quite sure why he would tell this smart-mouth, cocky Jedi girl this but he found he couldn't stop himself. He wondered if she were using a mind trick on him, then wondered if he would know if she were. "We'd been in a civil war with another Mandalorian group called Death Watch for some time, and they had convinced the governor to hire us and betray us. When I'd gone to collect payment, Death Watch attacked. I escaped, damaging my comlink in the process, only to find out they'd called in the Jedi. I couldn't call my men to have them fall back and I'd only gotten there a moment before the Jedi. We fought but they slaughtered us like nerfs on market day. They killed everyone I ever knew or cared about. My men. Men that were like brothers to me. The Jedi never asked questions, they took the governor's word that we were attacking politicians. I was the only one to survive and they allowed me to be sold into slavery."

Kira couldn't believe her ears. Jedi killing innocent men? Men the governor himself hired? The Jedi, Jedi she knew had allowed a man to be sold into slavery. Allowed a man, even if he were an enemy, a fate often worse than death? This was the very reason she was here now, to rescue those bought and sold into slavery. She couldn't fathom the Jedi allowing this. She'd only been a prisoner for a few hours, and she hadn't experienced any of the horrors she knew slaves went through. She had a sickening gut feeling, a feeling that almost made her want to vomit. The Jedi could never do such a thing, the Jedi were good.

"That can't be. The Jedi are heroes. They rescue people, not send them to slavery." Kira said, even though Fett's words had made her doubt her own.

"Just because your Order are the heroes in your story, does not mean they are in mine."

Kira couldn't come up with a response to him. She sat quietly thinking about what he had told her, he couldn't have been telling the whole truth could he? There were always two sides to a story… but his side sounded awful. Perhaps that's why he felt so strange in the Force, what he had gone through, what he had lost. She wondered what kind of tortured thoughts ran through his head, if he lay awake at night overwhelmed by all the things he wished he didn't think about.

"Are you here because of the Jedi?" She asked finally. "Are you still a slave because of the Jedi?"

"No." He answered. That was some relief. "I escaped a year ago; this was a job gone wrong and an employer who doesn't know who he's messing with."

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Jango." She said, the sincerity in her voice was a welcome relief. She seemed different from the other Jedi, but then again, she was still a Jedi and one way or another, they were all the same.

"It's in the past."

"Well," She said, dropping the subject, she didn't have to be a Jedi to know he didn't want to talk about it anymore. "How are we going to get out of here? We are getting out. That, I promise you, Jango."

Jango nudged her with his elbow, she looked back over her shoulder barely able to see the rim of his helmet looking back at her. He motioned towards the door. "Frivir's had guards rotating every few hours. He seems on edge, but I don't know why."

"Probably because I sent a tracking beacon to my master that will lead him right to us." She said, thankful that the conversation turned to escape instead of painful memories and questionable decisions. When she got out of here, she was going to investigate the Battle of Galidraan. She was sure the library had information on it somewhere. Master Jocasta would help her, she was sure.

"Your tracking beacon might have led him to us if he hadn't stripped you of any weapons or technology you had on you. Your beacon is probably halfway across the planet by now."

"What makes you say that? It was on my comm." She said trying to feel her wrists but whoever had tied her did it tight enough to cause her hands to go numb.

"Because I tried calling for backup as well." He said. "That was three weeks ago."

Kira's head shot back to him. "You've been here three weeks?" She asked in disbelief. "How is that even possible? I thought Mandalorians were undefeated warriors."

Jango groaned. "Yeah, except when they do that same poison gas trick, and you don't have a helmet."

"Because that did you so well this time?"

"He did something to my helmet that disabled the filtration. I didn't know about it until it was too late."

"Well, janky helmet or not, I am not waiting three weeks to get out of here. We're getting out of here today." She said.

"You think I haven't tried everything already?" He snapped.

"Yeah, well, now you have me and I'm a Jedi Knight…" She boasted before adding a quiet. "Or soon will be… and anyhow, I am not like those Jedi you knew before."

Jango let out a huff of a laugh and shuffled uncomfortably, his own hands were growing numb and his back ached, the soreness from being thrown around by a rancor was setting in. "Great, you're not even a fully trained Jedi?"

"I can still move things with my mind, and I can fight. That should be good enough for you." She said snapping slightly. "Plus, now I've got a grudge against this shitbag too. So, let's get out and go kick some old guy ass."

"You have the worst mouth I've ever heard on a Jedi." Jango commented, even through the mechanics in his helmet, he almost sounded amused.

Kira let out a small laugh. "I know, right, if my master heard me; he would be very disappointed." She leaned against his back, feeling a ticking sense in the back of her mind. Like someone was digging around in her thoughts. She felt herself slip into a meditative state, she couldn't hear anything from the real world around her. Everything was silent, not even the drips of the leaking pipe entered her thoughts.

Then she sensed him. Mace. He was reaching out to her in the Force, she could feel him touch her mind. It was almost as if he were at her back instead of Fett. She pictured the hangar she'd seen when she stowed away on Cad Bane's ship hoping that Mace might get a glimpse of it in her mind and it would help him find her. It was only a moment, but it soon passed. Mace had touched her in the Force and then he was gone. She hoped that she had given him enough to get a head start.

"Hey, Jedi." Jango said, nudging her with his shoulder.

"What?" She asked annoyed that he had disrupted her.

He motioned his head towards a rock with a serrated edge near the wall to their left. It might have been sharp enough to cut through the ropes that bound them together, "Can you get that rock?" He asked, motioning his head towards it again.

"So, you're not all bucket in that head, are you?" She asked teasingly and focused on the rock, it wiggled slightly. Jango watched closely. Seeing a Jedi in action was a sight, even if he hated them with every fiber in his being. Suddenly, the rock shot across the room until it slid towards Kira's boot. Kira shifted to sit up a little straighter, she kicked her boot off one foot. Jango couldn't help but be entertained, he watched and didn't complain when she pressed against his back to stretch her foot out to the rock and gripped it with her toes. "Aha!" She said and scooted back to sit up straight. She pulled her legs to sit crisscross and leaned down to mouth the rock, she turned her head to her shoulder and set it down before shifting it off to drop into her hand.

"Clever girl." Jango praised. Kira couldn't fight the smile that crept across her lips. "Start cutting."

"Already on it." She said proudly as she shuffled and began cutting the ropes that bound her. She cut at it for a good thirty minutes, feeling like she was getting nowhere. "This went a lot faster in my head."

"Just keep at it." He encouraged.

The door to the cell opened and Jango's body tensed. She felt him as clearly as she'd felt Mace just moments ago. His mental guards were up, and he was ready for a fight. Kira's eyes shot towards the human entering and stopped all movement, Lancis Frivir walked forward with his hands behind his back. He was uglier than she remembered him being from the holoprojection. His gray eyes were sunken back, his nose was the size of a planet and he had the bushiest eyebrows she'd ever seen.

"So, you're finally awake, Little Jedi." He greeted; Kira's expression was callous. It was almost as if she didn't see him at all for a moment before her crystal blues met his. She cocked her head to the side with an eyebrow raised. "Such a lovely creature, don't you think, Fett?" He said kneeling down in front of her inspecting her. "It's such a shame you'll be dying in my pit soon."

Kira focused on his mind, trying to break down the mental barriers. Ticking away slowly at the walls before the words, "You will release these bindings and leave with the cell door open." Fell from her lips.

Frivir raised an eyebrow before laughing, Kira frowned. "Oh, you actually thought I was weak-minded? You actually thought that would work?"

"Release us." She ordered.

"No." Frivir said and stood. "You'll die here, Little One. Sometimes it's easier to just accept your fate then fight it."

"I suggest you remember that advice."

Frivir laughed again and covered his mouth. "I quake with fear."

Kira rolled her eyes. "Look, Ugly. Why don't you just let us go, call it a day?"

"What is your name?" He asked, ignoring her.

Kira raised an eyebrow. "Kenvor."

He smirked looking her up and down as he went to the guard and spoke quietly with him, she began cutting as fast as she could before he turned around, then the rope broke free and Kira could hardly contain the sigh of relief as the blood rushed back to her fingers. Kira took hold of Jango's gloved hand to catch his attention. "I'm out." She whispered.

"Good." Jango whispered back. Kira kept her hands behind her back and waited until the moment to strike was upon them.

"Hey!" Frivir yelled. "No plotting!" He said strolling back to them. He sure thought he was the big man now, he had captured not only a Mandalorian but a Jedi as well, his ego must have been soaring. He smirked at Kira as he prowled around her towards Jango. Kira's eyes followed his every movement.

Jango's expressionless helmet gave Frivir nothing to toy with. He acted like the big man but even tied up just the Mandalorian's presence was enough to give the slaver pause. "Mandalorians were once such a proud race and now look at you. Getting by on table scraps as a bounty hunter?" He taunted then laughed. "What's the relation between you two anyhow?" He asked, reaching behind his back and pulling out Kira's blade from his belt loop and examined it. "I thought Mandalorians and Jedi were mortal enemies."

"I've never met her before." Jango answered blandly. Kira glared him , unable to keep her eyes off that weapon.

Frivir laughed again. "That must've been the shock of your life! Tell me, Little Jedi, why even attempt to rescue a Mandalorian? You might have gotten in and out with your Jatori character before I'd even noticed. I was way too excited to be killing this one to worry about some senator's kid."

Kira turned her head to look at him and furrowed her brows. "Because the Force said to, and I trust it."

Even the guard laughed this time. "See, that's what I hate about you Jedi. You all think you're special." Kira glared at him but made no effort to respond. He glared looking between the two and turned on his heel to leave. "You'll be fighting tomorrow night, best get some rest." He said before he left, the cell door slamming shut behind him. The guard remained stationed at the door.

Kira and Jango waited until he was far enough away before Kira pulled her arms out from behind her back. "Ugh. I thought he was never going to leave." She mumbled and untangled herself from the ropes around them.

"Hurry, who knows when he will be back." Jango said, in a hushed tone.

"I know, I know." She said and pulled the ropes off Jango before untying his hands still bound behind his back. When she got it off, she heard him let out a sigh of relief. "Can you feel your fingers now?" She asked and held out her hand to him.

"I'm beginning to." He answered before taking her hand in his before she hauled him to his feet.

"Alright, Jango. Now, what?" She asked as they both rubbed their wrists trying to encourage blood flow.

He looked towards the door and motioned his head towards it. "We kill the guard, get my jetpack and blasters, your lightsabers then blast everyone here." He said.

Kira rubbed her arms trying to bring warmth back to her skin, before stuffing her foot back into the boot she'd taken off to grab the rock. "Alright." She said and motioned towards the door. "Get behind the door, I'll cause a commotion and when he comes in you grab him."

"Deal." Jango moved to the door and waited. Kira stood in view so that when the guard looked in, he saw her free. He gave her a nod, ready to jump him when he entered the cell.

"Hey, Ugly." Kira shouted; the guard ignored her. She looked over at Jango and gave a shrug, he shrugged back. "Hey, Guard. I'm talking to you."

The guard at the door turned and glanced in. "What do you- how did you get out!?" He asked, the door immediately opened, and he stepped through with his blaster raised.

Jango jumped him the moment he stepped through the threshold and put him in a headlock. "Kira. Blaster." He ordered, Kira immediately obeyed and confiscated the blaster from him and pointed it at the guard in case he got any ideas. "You're going to answer some questions." Jango growled.

"I'm not telling you scum anything." He growled. Jango tightened his grip on his neck, the devaronian groaned in pain.

"You will if you want to live past this." Jango growled. "Kira, guard the door."

Kira nodded and stood by the door with her back to the wall.

"Where is the armory?" Jango demanded. The guard didn't respond and Jango's patience was getting thin.

"Jango, wrap it up. We've got company." Kira growled over her shoulder as the next guard was coming to take over.

Jango growled and snapped his neck in one quick motion. He threw him to the side and went to Kira. "Let's not raise the alarm, it will be easier to escape if no one knows we're out. Don't fire that blaster unless there's no other way. I'll jump him, you take out that camera."

"Yes Sir." Kira said. They waited until the transitioning guard got close enough then both jumped him, Kira held up her hand towards the camera and formed her hand into a fist. The camera crushed and crunched into itself, Jango killed the guard before he even knew what was going on.

They each searched the guards and took all weapons, key cards, and one of their comlinks before moving them both into the cellar. "Let's go." Jango said checking the charge on the blaster. Jango took the lead as they made it down the hallway until they came to a turbolift. So, they really were down below in a cellar. Kira waved the key card she'd stolen from the guard over the door panel. When it opened Jango put a hand on her back to encourage her forward. They entered the turbolift and Kira looked over the levels, there were four.

"Any idea where they would keep an armory?" She asked.

"No." He answered, he looked as if he were distracted, as much as one could with a helmet over his face.

"Alright, well we'll just have to search everywhere." She said. "Have you seen any droids? We could override one and steal its data. It should have a map of the building."

"I've only ever seen the cook droid in the kitchens, second floor."

"Well, it's a start." She said selecting the floor, the doors closed and the turbolift creaked as it rose. "You know, Jatori had better be grateful after all I've gone through to rescue his stupid-"

The turbolift groaned to a stop and the doors opened to what looked like a cafeteria, likely for the staff. Jango stepped out of the lift first with his blaster raised, ready to blast anything that came through the door on the opposite side of the room. Kira stepped off after him with her own blaster raised, finger hovering over the trigger. They made their way behind the swing doors to the kitchens. There was a MixRMastR droid washing dishes with its back to the doors. Jango looked around until he found a knife in the corner of the counter. He took it and quickly and quietly smashed it into the droid, he was not leaving anything to chance. He'd had bad luck after bad luck since coming to this rotten planet. He pulled out the droid's memory bank on the back of its head and inserted it in his wrist gauntlet and began uploading the droid's information to his helmet.

"Hey, MR-3, what was that noise?" A voice asked coming in from the kitchen.

"Shab." Jango cursed. Both felt panic arise in their chests. Kira pointed towards the walk-in freezer.

"In there!" She whispered as she opened the door. Jango picked up the droid and tossed it in. They heard whoever was coming right outside the doors. Jango grabbed Kira by the arm and pushed her into the tight pantry next to the freezer, stuffing himself in after her, shutting the door behind him just as the doors to the kitchen opened.

They held their breaths. Jango and Kira were stuffed in tight, there was barely any room for Kira, let alone with a man almost twice her size. They were so close; they had no other option but to be completely pressed up against the other. Kira felt boxes and other ingredient containers stabbing into her back but she dare not shift to avoid making any noise. Jango rested his hands on the shelf above her head in an attempt not to touch her, not that there was any helping it. Jango's chest armor was cold to the touch, they were so close she could feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath and hear his heartbeat through the Force. It was beating fast, the adrenaline coursed through his veins, pounding loudly.

She couldn't remember being this physically close to another being, she couldn't even recall the last time she hugged someone. She couldn't help but be suddenly curious about whether he was human or not. She quickly banished the thought; those kinds of curiosities had the potential to lead somewhere best left unexplored for a Jedi. She felt her cheeks burn redder and kept her face down and to the side hoping Jango wouldn't see.

"MR-3!" The voice called out annoyed. "Blasted droid. Useless kriffing machine." He cursed.

Kira and Jango kept silent, listening for the man to leave. They could hear him shuffling around opening cupboards searching around. Kira prayed he would hurry up, the closeness of Jango was making her uncomfortable. The sound of something fizzy filling a glass came from outside, then loud gulping before the man belched loudly.

Kira's eyes widened in annoyance, she looked up to Jango and mouthed he needs to hurry up. Jango nodded his agreement, the pantry was uncomfortable and staying absolutely still was beginning to make both their muscles ache. After a few moments, and a few belches later, the sound of footsteps faded, the swinging doors creaked before the room was silent once again.

Both listened closely before Jango opened the pantry door and stepped out. Kira couldn't help but sigh in relief at the space between her and the Mandalorian. She stepped out and stretched her back.

"Well, that was uncomfortable." She mumbled more to herself than to Jango.

"Sorry. I thought the room would be bigger."

"Discomfort is preferable to fighting someone and blowing our cover, so I'll take it." Kira said. "Did you get anything useful from that droid?"

Jango nodded and clicked a button on his gauntlet and pulled out a holomap and held it in the palm of his hand. A holo of the building appeared in blue. "We're here. Armory is on this level, the arena is on the third level and the prison cells are down below, where we were. If you're still planning on breaking someone out it'll do best if we have our weaponry."

"Agreed." Kira said looking over the map and subconsciously started toying with her padawan braid. "Alright, let's go."

The display vanished and Jango pocketed the holomap. Both checked the charges on their blasters and left the kitchens. Jango led the way, his helmet kept a view of the map in the corner of his eye. They made their way to the armory and heard cheering coming from below. They must have been above the arena. They stopped just before getting to the armory, Jango changed the filter of his helmet to heat sensors and looked towards the room.

"There's a guard outside the door," Jango said quietly. "Three inside. We might not be able to be as quiet as I'd like."

Kira paused to think. "I have an idea." She said tapping on his shoulder, he turned to look at her. She pointed towards the air vents above them. "Can you see if this leads to that room?"

Jango referenced the map on his helmet. "It does," He said. "Are you sure you want to take them out on your own?"

Kira raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Keep it up and I'll start to think you're beginning to like me." She taunted, Jango grumbled. "I'm capable, Fett, don't worry. Now, give me a lift."

Jango fought the urge to shake his head and folded his hands together. Kira took hold of his shoulder in one hand and kept her other on the wall before stepping into the palms of his hands. He hoisted her up to the vent, with a quick wave of a hand, the vent door popped off and dropped to the floor. Kira pulled herself up to the vent and climbed through. On her hands and knees, she crawled through until she came to the armory. She looked in, one guard at the door, one at the computers, and one toying with one of her lightsabers. She furrowed her brows.

"I can't believe the boss actually caught a Jedi." He said turning the hilt over in his hands.

"Do you think he'll kill her tomorrow? Having one of those things here makes me nervous. Like the whole Republic is going to show up at our doorsteps to rescue her…" He said, looking in the top of the emitter.

Kira shook her head. Idiot. She thought to herself then an idea came to her, she focused on her lightsaber and clicked the activation button with her mind. The yellow blade shot out, through the guard's face. The other two guards jumped in surprise as the blade retracted and both the guard and the lightsaber fell to the ground.

"Kriff!" One exclaimed. "I told him not to do that!"

Kira smirked, they went to collect the fallen guard, both guards were shocked that their comrade had apparently killed himself so easily and decided to mess with them further. One guard went to pick up her lightsaber and put it away. Kira activated the blade again.

"Ah!" He exclaimed. "This thing is possessed! I didn't even touch the button!" He said holding it out at arms-length.

"Dude put that thing down! Maybe that's the reason only Jedi use them, they're all crazy anyway." The other said getting ready to make a call to report the 'accidental' death.

The guard holding the lightsaber went to put it in the box but found his hand would not release the blade. "Derin! I can't let it go!" His voice was pure panic. The guard outside the door opened it annoyed.

"What in Corellia's seven hells is going on in here?" He asked, all he saw was one guard holding an activated lightsaber, one guard dead with the other holding his body and both with panic-stricken expressions.

"This thing is possessed!" The one holding the lightsaber exclaimed. "I can't let it go!"

The door guard's expression looked as if his comrades had done a lot of spice and were losing their minds. "You were told not to mess with that thing! Quit being an idiot and put it away." He ordered and looked over at the dead guard shaking his head. The hum of the lightsaber waved then an almost-scream, then the guard dropped dead, the yellow blade through his chest. It deactivated the second it hit the floor.

The two remaining guards screamed. Kira Force grabbed her lightsaber once again, this time focusing on her second blade as well and lifted them both up and activated them. The guards screamed again, doubling over, tripping over the chairs and boxes of weaponry as they tried to create space between themselves and the floating lightsabers. Kira flicked her fingers towards the guards, shooting her activated blades into their chests. They both crumpled to the ground, the lightsabers deactivated and hit the ground with a loud clank.

Kira smirked, popped the vent cover, and pulled herself out. She dropped to the ground and went to the door and opened it. She popped her head out and looked down the hall where Jango peered over behind the wall. She waved her hand beckoning him towards her. He trotted down the hall until he came to her and slipped in the armory shutting the door behind him. He looked over the mess on the ground then turned his head towards his Jedi companion.

"Impressive."

"Thanks!" She smirked and held her hands out calling the hilts to her. She couldn't have been more pleased to have them back. She clipped them to her belt as Jango searched for his jetpack and blasters. He found them mounted on the wall towards the back of the door and ripped them off before returning them to his arsenal. Kira jumped on the computers and began snooping around. "Hey, fix your helmet. If Frivir tries that gas trick again one of us needs to be able to still get out."

Jango nodded. "Keep an eye on those cameras."

"Yes Sir." She said, her eyes returning to the screens.

Jango went to a crate, with his back to Kira. His hands reached up to his helmet and pulled it off over his head. Kira couldn't help her curiosity and glanced a moment over her shoulder. While she couldn't see his face, she saw short, black hair that had started curling on the top. He was certainly human. Jango began rewiring his helmet, Kira smirked before returning to the cameras. She looked towards the hangar and noticed something familiar. She looked a little closer and a smile came across her face. A human male with a shiny, bald head was sneaking into the hangar.