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“These people are barely qualified to be soldiers…” Kara shook her head as she disarmed a Rodian criminal and clubbed him over the head. She didn’t even need her symbiote’s energy weapons, just the power of her fists. “Has anyone found signs of Mira or the other ones we’re supposed to find, the droid…”

“G0-T0,” Cal shook his head and raised a palm. A soft, golden wind followed his movement, a spell that dropped a dozen gang members into a deep sleep. “According to our orders, he’s probably hidden in orbit on a cloaked ship… the fleet has approximated its location…” Cal scanned through the live reports as they filtered in. “Nothing for Mira, but team twelve has encountered a Wookie that matches the descriptions in the files.”

“Lets go check him out,” Kara waved and a platoon of HK drones marched in to secure the area. This city had so many layers, she suspected it would take millions of droids to manage, if not more. “Maybe he can give us information on the other two.”

“We’re supposed to keep pushing down and north…” Cal scrambled to keep up as Kara ran through the rust stained halls. She was aimed toward team twelves position, through unexplored ground. “What about the plan?”

Kara snorted as she continued on her way. This ‘test’ of their abilities in combat was a waste of time. The HK units could sweep these worlds on their own and she wanted a real challenge. One thing she DID remember from their briefing was the suspected location of a Jedi Master on Telos. If she could round up Mira, G0-T0, and the Wookie, they could deliver them to Master Dan-EL and join the raid on the hidden Jedi’s compound.

“The plan is already as good as done…” Kara wrenched aside a rusted door, only to come face to face with a terrified group of humanoids. A mix of species, they were all young and covered in filth. “Sorry about that…”

Kara folded the ruined doorway back into place as Cal stumbled into place beside her. Besides criminals, the population of this world was composed of desperate refugees and disenfranchised locals. Once the gangs were purged from the moon, Krypton would raise these people from the shadows.

“Slow down and let me lead,” Cal shook his head as Kara resealed the frightened local’s house with a small flare of plasma. A flick of his wrist projected a map of the city, a live scan from the fleet above. “We can’t just plough straight, or people will get hurt… team twelve has already brought Hanharr to a holding area, follow me!”

A sigh fell from Kara’s lips as she slipped into step behind her slower companion. The twisted path Cal plotted on his map would take them five times longer than her straight rush. Corridor after corridor, until Cal ground to a halt. She slammed into his back and launched her friend head first into the ground.

“What the heck, Cal!” Kara rubbed the neck of her head and pulled the dazed boy from the floor. “Give a girl some warning before you stop like that!”

“Sorry…” Cal rubbed at his head and paused. “... why am I saying sorry? You slammed into me!”

“Yeah-yeah,” Kara dusted him off and glanced around the empty hallway. “Why did you stop? This place seems pretty…”

A small shift in the air, a quiet breath, drew a narrowed gaze from Kara. Nothing was visible in the shadows, but she simply closed her eyes. She followed the ki in her body, until her surroundings began to appear in her mind. Cal was a little beacon, bright and pure, but there was another. Grey, with flecks of white, much like Teacher Canderous, but smaller in size.

“Mistress May’s force sensitive detection spell had a reaction, but I’ll need some time to find the source,” Cal settled into a cross-legged position on the floor and prepared to cast the complete set of runes. “Just give me a minute…”

“Don’t bother,” Kara stepped forward, eyes still closed. The invisible figure pressed against the wall and tried to slip past, but Kara reached out a hand and grabbed the person by the neck. “They might be invisible, but they can’t hide their lifeforce at all.”

“Hey!” The stealth field around a red-headed human vanished as Kara’s hand closed on her skin. A flick of the woman’s wrists launched a series of vicious darts, all repelled by Kara’s symbiote. “Let me go you little freak!”

“Only Master Bindo can call me a freak,” Kara’s eyebrow twitched as she slammed the woman against the metal wall and robbed her of consciousness. She tossed her burden to the ground in front of Cal and waved for him to investigate. “Is this the person your spell detected?”

“The Harbinger has sent a distress call…” Dan rolled his face away from the sun and yawned. He’d dumped Atton on Telos, then shifted to a position along the Exile’s course home. “Time to act, or both Kreia and Surik will die.”

A quick phantom jump brought him to the ship's position, x-ray vision already active as he gazed past the Harbinger’s hull. Darth Sion was already up and about, while Kreia was a step ahead of her old apprentice. She had the unconscious Exile in hand and was headed toward the shuttle bay.

“Best to deal with any possible escape first,” Twin lances of blue flickered in and out of existence, pinpoint attacks that disabled all the escape pods and shuttle craft. A final, longer burst, reduced a mid-sized freighter in the main bay to scrap. “Now Kreia can’t slip off while I’m dealing with Sion…”

Darth Sion was of great interest to him. A man who accomplished immortality through his own power, he would rise no matter how many times he was killed. Fueled by the pain of his ruined body, his only weakness was his mind. He was a brawler, like Maul, not a thinker. The Exile would convince him to lay down and die through conversation, but Dan had other plans for the half-mad Sith.

“His durability makes him a perfect test subject,” Dan smiled as he approached an airlock. “But I’m tempted to see just how ‘unkillable’ he really is…”