Jeopardy

4 BBY, Dromia 7

"Hehe! What should we do with him, sir?"

"Quiet!" he growled hard. "He's waking up!" He said as they stared at the young fallen Sith as he rested on the magnetic restraints. Suddenly he awoke into a ringing reality that he was in trouble.

"Welcome, Jon!" Padraw was exited. "Welcome back home"

Realizing the danger he was in, he began jerking around the restraints to try and free himself but it was useless. "What do you want?"

"Well first, I want my people back!" he started. "And I want you to come home!"

"This isn't home this is hell!!" he cried out! "These people are suffering from the Empire standing on their backs it's simply outrageous!"

"But it's what we wanted! It's what we've strived for all this time!" he laughed as he explained to him. "Don't worry about them I have them taken care of!"

"By whom" Jon retaliated.

"Jasu'lane my apprentice! She will return my people." Padraw said as he soon realized how sad it had become to Jon.

"Oh, so you really just gave up on me,"

"NO!" he growled. "Don't put that on me! I gave you what you needed, and you're the one who killed Nor anyway!" he defended.

"You took everything from me!" he growled as he jerked around his restraints. Making them tighter and tighter. It was all he could do but he did his best not to get his arms squeezed like juice. He shifted uncomfortably to suit his restrained but then felt something inside his ear.

"Jon?" the earpiece rang. "Jon? Are you there?" It was Beethree who lowered her volume to talk with Jon. "Hey, buddy, umm where are you?"

Jon knew he couldn't talk else Padraw's men would have found him out anyway. He tried to pay attention to his former master but was curious about what Beethree was up to. It was as if two people tugged his ear.

"You know Jon, it was a great run! Thank you for your work, we've appreciated it!" Padraw would laugh. He then ordered his men to fire at Jon and execute him right then and thereafter he left to see Jasu'lane.

-

"We're running out of fuel!" Enodo shouted.

Bothka took a nervous peak on the side windows to see a fleet of starships following them. Through space, they wandered as he thought of what he could do next. Behind them a group of TIE fighter scram past the huge starships to engage on the victim. Until he decided to land the plane and eventually hide. Yet it wouldn't foster since the fighters would follow them into the planetary atmosphere. With them, the starships came and surrounded the poor inhabitants of their ship. To where squadrons of troopers would gently come out to kill all who were inside.

The guns began firing on the lone freighter. But the quick thinking of Enodo and Lam dragged them to the turrets for one last defence. Meanwhile, the passengers took guns and began firing on ensuing troopers. Sadly it would be of no use since one of the Imperial starships had big loud guns that began bombing the defences.

This was it. Everyone scolded Enodo for not trusting Jon any longer which he took to heart. He would always try to get the blame smeared on Jon. "He was going to call them anyway!" Enodo growled.

"The force had chosen him. You didn't rely on the force in the past. Let's hope it calls you today." Bothka scolded the little child and went on living normally as it had already passed. Enodo gave an ugly grin and went right to work and began firing on troopers below.

But as time went on the ship lost its defences and the troopers broke the entrance to stunning everyone on board. Jasu'lane then walked in and examined the wreckage of bodies that lied there. Stunned. She smiled for a great victory and went on to the corridor to find Bothka defending the cockpit with his sabre hilt held at hand.

"Ahh! A Jedi!" she smiled. "Look at the wreck you have caused here!"

"Jasu'lane! We meet at last!" he said calmly as he stared her down. "You will pay for the treachery of the Jedi and what you have done here today!"

"Oooh! Harsh words won't get us anywhere. You caused this remember?" she snarled sinisterly that her eyes stung the very soul of Bothka. "Whoever you are old man, just surrender and I might see if the emperor might spare you a clean prison cell."

"You took away my life! You witch!" he growled as he ignited his sabre to attack her.

"Very well then JEDI!" she dropped down her robes and revealed an Imperial Sith attire. And a button for the Duchy of Najap.

The old man swung his blade at the young traitor but stood dumbfounded by the quality of her speed. He had never expected her to be this well trained so he struggled to keep up to her.

At the confined hallway with room to fight outside, the two duelers made it to the lounge area. Both stood a distance to not trample everybody. Jasu'lane force pushed him to the roof where she swung her blade close to his crotch. He flipped backwards. As she began to attack with vertical swings, he retaliated with horizontal parries. Until a moment of angry strikes, jabs and throws they stood their ground and circled each other. Waiting for the other opponent to make a mistake. They often began using the force to push away blades in anticipation of more strikes.

With the grip of Jasu'lane's hand on the sabre getting tighter, she parried with two swings. Bothka scooted far off clear of her crimson blade. As time passed Bothka became angrier, and his attacks became more tiresome and with power. He swung downwards at an interval that it seemed her hand would slip up and let go of her sabre. Alas, she slid away from the swings and flipped to swing his side. Bothka then fell on the floor of the roof clenching his bloody ribs. She deactivated her sabre and walked in victory, as she spat at the old man.

"Hmm...old Jedi's. Disappointing!" she sighed. "You can't save people anymore old Jedi, it's just not in your blood anymore."

"As long as you live, I will tear down the oppression of the empire!" she spat out blood as he said.

-

As Padraw's ship left, Jon couldn't focus. He was in fear of his life and didn't want to die early. He knew the force had a greater purpose for him. Thus he began reciting the words "I am one with the force, and the force is with me!" over and over.

"On my command!" a trooper shout.

"READY!" "AIM!"

"FIRE!"

BOOM the blasts went flying through the air and targeted the young boy. In his restraints, he recited one more time before he could no more and something magical happened. All the blasters stood in place and froze in mid-air with accordance buzzing around like bees but standing dangerously hot. The troopers watched the blasters stay in place but didn't realize their fates. Jon then directed the blasters towards the troopers and shot every single one. As more troopers began storming the hanger, the lights began blacking out and disorientating the views of their visors.

"Hey, Beethree! Beethree, come in!" he quietly whispered diverting attention away from his presence.

"Come in sir, make your way to hanger three there we can get a ship to Dromia 7.

"Got it, where are you at?"

"I'm at its computer safe's maybe I might find something good to take away from the empire."

Jon swiftly made his way onto the hanger and entered a two-passenger starship then prepared to leave for Dromia. Meanwhile, Beethree ran out guns blazing was taking out several troopers at a time. The moment he got on to the ship and began piloting it.