As always, thank you for all your support. A red skinned Near Human shot by under the troop carrier Skywalker rode in. They watched as she pulled up along side their companion craft. "Wow!" The co-pilot said loudly. "That's a Kerou Razur! Those things are illegal off a race course! They are insanely fast. I'm going to lock onto it with the tractor beam if it's ok with you, sir," Luke gave his assent. They then watched as the rider, a woman, took an object from her belt. "Shit!" The Pilot Shouted excitedly. "That's a filament cutter. This babe is breaking every law she can!" The woman's gloved hand traced a circle in the side of the craft. Then with a wave of her hand, the loose plate shot inward. "She's a Force user," Skywalker told the others "What's taking so long with that tractor beam?" "Can't use it. She has a jammer on her bike. And a jammer that small is good for at least ten years. And we can't use our weapons because of the risk of civilian casualties," Now they watched as Menzie Arall jumped from the transport to the bike. The raider then threw something through the hole. Luke suddenly felt the officers minds on board go blank. "What the hell did she just throw in there?" The co-pilot screamed. "It was a stun grenade," Luke said calmly. Turning around, he shouted back to the communications station. "What's the word on back up?" "We have three jet bikes en route. But they'll never be able to keep up with that thing. I'm sending out word to all neighboring districts to watch for the Razur." "What the fuck?" The pilot growled. Skywalker spun forward again. "What happened?" He watched in horror as the transport wobbled madly. "That bitch threw an ion grenade into their craft!" A voice came from the behind the Jedi. "Theyre losing power, and are going to try for an emergency landing." The woman now tossed another behind her. Luke knew that it would attatch itself to the vehicle and kill it's electronics. Reaching out with the Force, he flicked it away. The pilot on the Razur glanced back at him. She knew Skywalker was there now. She reached under her and pulled out a blaster and handed it to Menzie, who began firing at them. "Fuck me!" The pilot shouted as he pulled away from the blaster bolts. "Come on kid!" The co-pilot said, putting his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Those bolts can't penetrate our armor." "It was't that, Sarge!" He said quickly. "She was firing at the warheads on our missiles, not us." "Kid, a hand held blaster will not do anything to those missiles. Now bring us about." By the time they'd circled around, the bike was a small dot racing for the gaps between the buildings below them. "She's running for the canyons!" The pilot said, shaking his head. "If she gets down there among the lower levels, we'll never be able to find her. Where the hell is our back up?" At that moment three black jet bikes shot past them in pursuit of the fugitives. "Well this is just fucking great!" The older pilot swore. "They'll never catch her!" "Transport two says they made their landing." The man at comm cut in. "Mick says they're busted up a little, but otherwise fine." Skywalker shook his head. Whoever this woman was, she was a Sith. And that did not bode well. Not well at all. V'reenda brought her Razur to a halt at the entrance to the lower most level of the planet's sewer system. As one, she and Menzie jumped off and spun about. They'd both felt the approach of the three. Two half dressed men with blasters, lead by a lovely naked female, stepped through the gate in a fence. Darkness swirled about the trio, but it was the woman who was the most evil. "Lookee what we have here!" She said as she glided over the pavement. "Two very tasty morsels for us to play with. I bet they're even from where the sun shines." "Oh yeah!" One of the men said. "I really like the little one. I bet she'll give us all kinds of sport." "Yah," The other man had a mean glint in his eye as he spoke. "At least until we break her." "Well then, take her," The woman cooed. "Do what you want with her. But I want this red skinned freak all for myself. She looks like she can withstand what I want to do to her." "Can we watch, Herla?" One of the two asked. "Oh no! I want to have her alone when I introduce her to my tongue. And I want to have her to myself when I introduce her to my toys." V'reenda smiled at the three before whispering to her companion. "You heard her Menzie. They're for you. Do with them what you will. This one though," The Sith said as she pulled her filament cutter from her belt. "Is mine." As the two men put their blasters away to haul the small woman away, Menzie reached out with the Force and held one man aloft, while picking up the other and hurling him through the transparisteel window of the building behind them, crushing his skull and neck. Turning to the other, she let the first drop to hang in the window sill. With a snarl, she threw him against the wall several times, his spine breaking mid back on the third slam. Clenching her hand into a fist, she collapsed the crippled man's wind pipe and left him to die. The woman stood frozen in terror when she saw the other two being thrown around like dolls. When she saw the cutter, she dropped to her knees and began to plead for her life. V'reenda became aware of a crowd swiftly building behind her. A hideously scarred girl stepped forward and began to chant. "No mercy! No mercy!" Soon, all were chanting with her. "It's decided, then. No mercy," With a swipe, the woman's head was sitting upright next to her body as it bled out. V'reenda turned to the girl as the crowd began to celebrate. She could feel the most intense hatred she'd ever felt, coming from her. "She did that to you, didn't she?" The girl nodded. "Well hold onto that hate! Let it lead you. you will need it to survive down here!" The girl nodded and began to celebrate with the others as V'reenda's secondary ride arrived. The special unit's troop carrier slowly descended to the bottom of the canyon. The canyons were the few spaces between buildings that actually went all the way down to Coruscant's surface. On the ground was a large crowd of beings engaged in some sort of celebration around three dead Humans. When they landed, they were met by the district police chief. "Why do these people celebrate their deaths?" Skywalker asked angrily. "Because they were the Herla Voy gang," The chief said in a tone that let Skywalker know that, whoever they were, they deserved death. "The worst rape gang down here at ground level. See that girl over there? The one with the bad scars? She was their youngest victim at eight. And one of only two who were allowed to live." "Herla Voy?" Luke asked with a confused tone. "Never heard of them." "Nobody topside cares what happens down here," The chief spit on the naked body. "Why would they talk about them." "Is she Herla Voy?" "Yes," One of the officers said. "And the other two are her husbands. Her brothers Tig and Morl." Luke shook his head in disgust. "Let's go. I'm going to have a talk with some people about the situation down here." "I wish you luck with that," The police chief said. "But I'll not hold my breath. They're too busy saving the galaxy to worry about the bottom layers of Coruscant." V'reenda and Menzie jumped into the small transport. The door began shutting as soon as they were inside, a droid driver sitting at the controls. "All neighboring districts have been alerted to watch for the two of you, Mistress V'Reenda," The droid told them as it lifted off. V'Reenda strode to the back and pulled her top off and threw it on the floor. Taking a bottle from her pocket, she sprayed her head and neck with it's contents. The red dye immediately washed away. "Open that," She said to Menzie, pointing to a box that lay in one of the seats. Inside was a blond wig and an outfit. "Put on the wig, throw the clothes on the floor. Then strip down and take a seat." The smaller woman stared at V'reenda in confusion. The blue skinned woman stopped what she was doing and turned her eyes to the fugitive. "Do not make me repeat myself," She growled menacingly. Menzie wanted to slap this woman, but she had a feeling that she would never live to do it twice. She could feel the Force swirling about her, and it was a strong presence. Nodding, she did as she was told. She then sat and watched as the droid flew along the bottom of the canyon. Soon, her rescuer sat across from her, naked as well. V'reenda peered out the forward viewport, watching as they flew to a dead end. A dead end! But as they neared, a section of wall lifted and they entered a tunnel. It was one of the smuggler's tunnels! There were rumors of such places, but no one had ever proven they existed. "Why are we naked?" Menzie asked nervously. "Because we'll still have to fly about twenty-five kilometers in the open after we leave this tunnel, and the police will be stopping everyone. So we're going to engage in a little distraction. Something to take their mind off the hunt," After a moment, the fugitive nodded. She knew what her rescuer meant to do. "Ok Lt Daven, they've stopped and are hovering," Sgt Kish Loeren said as he flew his speeder bike alongside, and then in front of the vehicle, so he could see inside. And what Kish saw made his eyes grow wide with excitement. "Lt Daven! You should see what I'm seeing right now!" "And what would that be?" His superviser said nonchalantly. "There are two babes going at it on the floor of the transport. They have yet to realise their droid has stopped!" Another voice, a woman's voice, came over his helmet's comlink. "And do either of these two 'babes' match the description of our two fugitives? Corporal?" "No, Captain Ruger!" Loeren said, shaking his head. He was screwed! "Then wave the droid on and and continue the search." "Yes, Captain Ruger!" The officer waved the droid on, and flew off. "Are you busting the man down in rank?" Daven asked after cutting the link. "No, of course not," The woman said with a laugh. "But we'll just let him sweat it out. Teach him to be a bit more professional in his duties." V'reenda lifted her head as she felt the officer speed off. "All clear Dr-18?" "Yes mistress, V'reenda." The woman jumped to her feet and slapped Menzie with the back of her hand. Menzie sat on the floor in shock. She'd never seen anyone move that fast! "This was for distraction only! You did not have my permission to actually touch me in a sexual manner," The tall woman said in a voice that held death. "I'm sorry, V'reenda," The woman on the floor whispered, hate and anger in her eyes. "You will call me Mistress V'reenda," She said staring down at her. "And as nice as it would be to have you, that will never happen. You are now my apprentice." Yes! Menzie could now feel the tell tale signs of a darkside Force user. A Sith! "I'm Menzie Arall," She said, her cheek still stinging from the blow. "No, you are not," She said in a tone that said there will be no arguing with her. "You are now Anuol Saber. One day, if you live through the training, you will be Darth Saber." "Hello, this is Zar Ugrael and welcome back from that commercial break," Zar said with a bored tone in his voice. "As you can see, we're still replaying the holo of heiress Nilly Bulio as she left Coruscant for her father's funeral on Corellia. Whoopie!" "Are you ok, Zar?" The Zeerian commentator's wife, Zlata said over the intercom. "Hells no!" He said in exasperation. "This is supposed to be a news show, and what are we covering? Some slutty Corellian bimbo who has made a career of embarassing herself and her family. Why can't we be covering this psycho Jedi that got freed from custody under the nose of Luke Skywalker himself? Now that's an interesting story." "Yeah, true," Zar's co-host, Bidd Husha said as he sat down. "But unfortunately, there has been nothing new on that front. And what's wrong with covering slutty Corellian bimbos who have made a career of embarassing themselves and their families? As a single male, I want to know what they're up to." "And the fact that you've had sex with little Miss Bulio can help explain your infatuation with her," Zlata said with a small laugh. "True, true," The tall Ungeran said with pride. "But she's a nice girl, though." "Maybe so. And it's nice of you to join us. Why are you so late?" Ugrael asked. "The police are still stopping everyone searching for this fallen Jedi, Menzie Arall and her helper," Bidd stopped what he was saying as he stared at the holo of Nilly Bulio and her two bodyguards. He slowly raised his hand, like a child in class. "Can anyone here tell me why none of you have noticed that this is not Nilly Bulio?" "What do you mean?" Zlata asked as her husband suddenly perked up at Bidd's revalation. "Looks like her to me." "No. The real Nilly Bulio is about five kilos heavier than this lovely little lady," To prove his point, Bidd brought up a holo of the young woman's arrival on Coruscant one week ago. Suddenly, Zar was very interested in this story. "Zlata, my dear? Give me that one shot we had of her, the only one that showed her face." "You got it," The scene changed to the woman and her two bodyguards exiting the building and waltzing down the stairs. When she got to the bottom, the camera zoomed in on her face for a fraction of a second. That's when Zlata paused it. "Can someone up there bring up the facial recognition software that security uses?" Ugrael asked, now very curious. After several seconds, Zlata came back on. "I love this program. Of the two and a half trillion people on Coruscant, we have a total of two hundred sixty three possible matches." "Let's cut that down then, shall we?" Zar asked quickly. "Cross reference that with people who are wanted by the security forces." "We have three my dear," The shows director said almost immediately. "Zunter Poole, Hedria Urintin, and our run away Jedi." "Ah, Zunter Poole is dead," Zar said from his side of the table. "Coruscant's most infamous transvestite tried to blackmail the wrong man it would seem. Zunter was killed by crime lord Samber Woorliir." "Are they sure he did it?" Zlata asked. "Zunter had a lot of people who would want to kill him." "The cops had to pry his fingers from Zunter's throat." "Oh. Ok," Zlata chuckled. "Let's see, Hedria Urintin was spotted on Nar Shadda two days ago, meeting with some criminal girlfriends. So that means we're calling the police right now. Tell them to go check out Bulio's hotel room. The Bulio family yacht left three hours ago, so it looks like they got away." "And in lavish style too," Bidd added. "What do you want to bet that yacht never gets to Corellia?" All heads turned to Zar as he began to laugh. "Now those three have some big stones, Bidd!" He stated boldly to his co-host. "They didn't sneak off Coruscant on some damned freighter! They waltzed off with the entire galaxy watching them, in one of the most expensive yachts ever built!"