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Catching glimpse of a blur of blue blade and green skin, the image that Kai had received suddenly made a lot more sense. The bounty hunters were aboard the ship and Master Lookle had been the first to engage them in combat.

"Jairdan's blade should be with the oldest, even if it's only by a few minutes. Besides, I have a feeling he would have wanted you to have it."

Speaking as if there wasn't a miniature invasion going on right before his eyes, Kai studied the hit and run tactics being used by the Jedi Master from the safety and privacy of a tower of boxes. He could easily jump out and fight them but that would accomplish nothing at the moment.

(Fine with me.)

Triskal gasped, yelping slightly as dante pulled her back into the cargo hold. She nodded when he gave his instructions and gripped her new saber. Taking a deep breath, she took a moment to try and calm her nerves through the force, though the knowledge of Xalyn hunting her down continued to nag at her.

Lookle knew that the others could handle themselves... but he felt that having all of the bounty hunters in one place wasn't a good thing. Any of the Jedi on board could be hit by a lucky shot from that many blasters... the best offense was a good defense... so divide and conquer was his goal. Calling upon the force he caused a couple of boxes to fall over behind the hunters and then bounced a physical ball of the force down the hall to create the illusionized sound of running footsteps.

As he had hoped, two of the bounty hunters were sent to check it out. Melting with the shadows, Lookle dropped behind and followed them. Silently like a puppet master, a skilled marionett, he lead them through the halls with his phantom footsteps, finally stopping them in an empty room far from the rest of their group. For all the hunters could see... it was two of them verus one Jedi... possibly a padawan.

"You see anything?" one of them asked.

"Nothing... too dark."

Lookle used the force to throw the sound of his voice, "Go away! Leave me alone!" It sounded like a frightened person... if not a child like he had hoped.

One of the hunters chuckled, "This one won't be a problem... must be one of them Jedi brats."

They walked into the room. Right as they passed the threshold of the door, Lookle whooshed in behind them like silent wind, and locked the door with a simple touch of the force.

The hunters whirled around, "WHAT?!"

Lookle was hidden in the darkness of the room, but incase the hunters had some way of detecting thermal signs... the Jedi master had entered a trance learned from Yoda. Their species could reduce body heat to nothing... almost like a cold-blooded animal and remain in one place... but with other techniques the hunters could never discern where he was. "I am but a leaf on the wind..." His voice echoed in the room, barely above a whisper: the wind, the wind, the wind... With aid from the force, it traveled around the pair, circling like a cyclone of sound. It would be enough to drive any sane man out of his wits... with these hunters and their nerves... it would be like scaring a baby with a fake mask.

The hunters spun around, looking to everywhere they heard the voice. "I'm not getting anything!" the first one said hastily.

"Impossible... he has to be here!!"

There was a flash of blue and a swirl of sapphire... and the hunters dropped to the ground with a dull thud. Lookle thumbed his saber off again and looked down at the bodies with a frown on his face. Death... the only thing that can come from a life like theirs... sooner or later it will find you. In the back of his mind, Lookle could hear the sounds coming from the bounty hunters' helmets, "Come in... Kazar, Candor do you copy? Over." Lookle merely scowled at the things and then lifted the helmets with the force and crushed them into the wall.

The sounds stopped.

With blur of blue he was out the door and melting into the shadows of the hallway again... looking for his next targets to pick off.

Triskal shook her head, she wasn't waiting here like a sitting duck. She was afraid, but she was tired of being afraid. She was going to go help. It wasn't the hunters in this ship she was worried about, she was worried about Xalyn.

"I'm coming too. I can help." She stated stepping out with Dante and turning down the hall. She'd only gotten a few steps when one of the bounty hunters came around the corner and met her face to face. She didn't hesitate but lit her saber and quickly took off his hand that held his blaster and then silenced his scream with a slice through the neck.

In mere minutes, Cole had finished his initial task. Now having access to the ship's controls wirelessly through his datapad, Cole moved cautiously down a corridor. As he approached an elevator shaft, Cole pulled the datapad infront of him and accessed the ship's mainframe.

[Elevator: Level 2, Section G14 - OPEN]

He arrived just as the shaft itself had opened, bypassing the safety codes to allow the shaft to open without having the elevator in the right level. Cole looked down the shaft as the cold breeze from the ventilation systems push his hair up. He reached into his belt and pulled out a palm-sized, T-shaped device. He held the device out and a hook shot out, attaching to a conduit across the shaft from where he stood. After making sure the line is secured, Cole jumped down as the grappling gun began to lower him quickly down the shaft.

Within minutes, Cole had gotten into the engine room. Cole grimaced as he managed his way to a small storage room adjacent to the engine's main consoles. He never did like Kuat Drive Yards. He felt their crafts were overrated and always hated the fact that all the ships KDY manufactures can be tracked down by KDY themselves.

Upon entering the storage room, Cole grabs a duffle bag and began stuffing it with various tools and engine parts. Fuses, wires, control chips and processing boards that he found scattered were still in excellent condition. Although the Reaper was manufactured by Seinar Fleet Systems, KDY's business dealings with SFS allowed the majority of the parts to be standardized, a fact that Cole never appreciated as much as he does now. Confident that he has everything that he would need, Cole picked up the comlink to send a message to Dante and the others.

"I'm confident that I have everything I need to fix the Reaper, I'll be heading back from the engine room soon." Cole said, slinging the strap over his head and across his body so that the bag hangs right next to his hip, Cole proceeded outside of the engine room. He carried his lightsaber hilt in one hand and the datapad in another as he slowly made his way back to the elevator shaft from which he came.

As Dante led the way out of the ship and into the hangar he instantly noticed something... or to put it in better terms... Dante noticed nothing. He slowed as he stepped out. Either the ship didnt have as many bounty hunters as he had thought or they were elsewhere.

"Ok," he muttered as Kai and Cole headed their own ways. "Triskal. I'm heading for the bridge." he said, the second sentance to Kai through their bond aswell.

Dante turned towards the main blast doors and walked over. his arm and eye's shadow coating had densened again. not completely but... enough.

The Jedi placed his hand on the blast doors and closed his eyes, trying to snese a way through... but nothing came to mind... he was going to have to do something... an ability that he had supressed for years... The reason he never had any trouble with Force Push abilities was because ever since he could remember he was able to use the advanced version: "Force Repulse"

Dante raised his hands and, risible ripples in the air began pouring through the space between his hand and the blast doors. Creaking announced Dante's success as the doors began to bend, and then move back into shape. this repeated a few times and then... the doors creaked free, the edges cracking and flying into a hunter standing on the other side.

Dante took a few steps in and then stopped, listening to what Triskal had said. He sighed, sensing out the area before deactivating his light sabre and turning to face Triskal.

"I need to know about these guys." he said, placing a hand on her fore head. "I kep having a name thrown into my head by every bounty hunter... and you... who is 'Xalyn'?"