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Freya wriggled in the grip of a pair of scruffy, and rather unsavory looking ruffians.

"Looks like we're going to be rich," laughed one goon.

"You said it," said the other.

"Hey, this one's got some fight in 'er!" said the goon on the left.

Freya blinked, fighting off the disorienting effects of the stun blast. "Like, doood ... I'm totally gonna put my foot up your a** if you don't let me go this instant,"

"You're a feisty one, little girl," grunted the right thug.

Freya wriggled again, jostling the left thug with her elbow, putting as much into it as her current strength would allow. Alas, it wasn't a lot, but enough to send a slight jolt of pain into the thug's side.

"I fink you better cool off in here!" the thug growled, as his compatriot opened a cell door. With that, Freya was flung into the cell unceremoniously.

"You just wait until I totally get out of here," Freya growled, landing on her butt, defiantly shaking her fist.

As the cell door closed, Freya then stared at the floor. A pensive expression came to her face, determined, yet with sorrow. If I'm to go down, Lynch, I'm totally seeing to it that my foot's totally up your a**! And then, thoughts of another she'd recently became acquainted with came to her mind. If I have but only one regret, it's totally that I had never gotten to kiss you at least once,

Angel was out cold from the all the shocking and strength draining of the inhibitor. The empty void of darkness turned into another world.

A little girl was sparring with a training saber against another youth while an older Jedi Master watched. The girl had incredible skill with a saber for her age and lack of much experience. Despite that however, she could not land a single blow on her opponent. " You cannot win every confrontation with mere strength, young apprentice. Do not think your saber a weapon, but an extension of yourself. Let the Force connect with your mind and use the power of knowledge to overcome the obstacle you face. " The girl stood there, looking at her opponent for a moment. Soon after she began attacking again. After a few swings she noticed a slight weakness in her opponent's defense, and feigned what would be the next logical swing and grabbed her opponent's saber hand, then thrusted her own to his neck, stopping just short of it. " Well done. You've used yoru mind to determine a weakness and exploit it, allowing you success. You're as quick to learn as they claim. I am impressed. "

Angel came back to the present, the blur leaving her sight, everything coming into focus. After clearing her mind, she made her entire focus fall on the inhibitor. She felt the Force being constantly drained from her to keep her from using her powers, and could feel the pulling of it at a certain spot on the inhibitor. She then noticed the bed was barely more than stone protruding out from the wall, and the corner looked very inviting. She used what strength she had to position herself by laying over that corner with the inhibitor just barely touching it so she could get its position. Stretching her legs out on the floor, she pushed off as hard as she could, nearly coming to a stand before gravity fought against her and started bringing her back down. She came crashing down on the corner of the bed, hitting the inhibitor right on it. She had lucked out and nailed a weak part in it, damaging the device. The inhibitor of course gave another shocking blast, but as Angel finally came to the floor, she grabbed the device and began pulling it apart. The small breach had damaged its ability to keep her drained, and as she felt her strength return, she overcame it, and the inhibitor was broken. Sitting on the floor, Angel rested, feeling the Force come back to her in a giant rush.

Soon, the numbers of the merc's were dropping heavily, Haldir danced among the crowd, his blades swinging this way and that, enemies dropped at his feet, a few lady with thrown blades in there neck or deadcenter forehead. Luger laid waste to any coming into range of his nasty slug-lanucher, reloading was no problem, that was until his shells were depleted. At that point one of the other mercs charged Luger, hoping to overtake him. The large man dropped his gun and took the oncomer by the neck, throwing them into the air, his back hitting the ground hard, with no time to respond before he found a boot at his throat, Luger above, branishing a wicked looking knife.

Luger was then tackled, thrown onto the ground by another, who was now ontop. Luger brought his blade forth, shewering the man and throwing him off. The other had scrambled up blaster in hand, before he could fire he suddenly found another, thiner blade protruding from his stomach. Haldir pulled the blade back, and the man fell to the ground. Luger gave him a releived smile.

"Proceed. This test will show how proficient you are with your own blade. The droid will only block your attacks. Most Jedi will not attack you until you make the first attack. Some have more initiative, but they are defenders. Plus, the first level is quite simple." HM said, as the YVH droid sat there, prepared to defend itself.

The YVH droid made the appropriate movements to deflect the blade. Unlike the newcomer, there was no adaptation needed, as the droid moved effortlessly to block.

"Do you even know the target zones?" HM said, as the YVH droid stopped and stood at attention. HM slapped his hand to his head, a human gesture which he had long imitated.

His right eye telescoped out to begin projection of a diagram up on the wall.



"There are six zones. Jedi of the Old Republic learned how to disarm their opponents. Battles become much easier with an opponent who cannot defend themselves."

The image stopped. "This is simple enough to program against. You seem to have some basics on the second form of traditional combat. Use precision cuts and deflections to avoid the droid's blade."

The YVH droid, while somewhat fast, could only block in certain areas. The shoulder detached, but the blows to the kidney and hand did little.

"Wasting energy, again I see. With a lightsaber, the fast style is somewhat effective. With a blade, the weight makes little to power your speed. Keep trying to disarm your opponent."

The head came off, and the droid stopped moving, and resumed a pose at attention.

"Efficiency rating of about 29%. Use of Shii-cho, 14%. Victory possiblity of 7%. Other factors negatable. We'll need to work on this..." HM noted, processing the data fairly quick.

"We won't move onto anything else until you pass this with a win probability of 98%. Tell me, would you rather go on the offensive, or play it safe with defense?"