With the latest update from their off-world source, the news of the outbreak of war had been distracting to H’Tes. He knew many Jedi who would be sent off to fight this war. His good friends back in the Jedi Temple would be facing a vast army indeed. How would they be able to face the overwhelming numbers of battle droids that the Seps had at their command? The Jedi had no army and there were not enough of them to fight an entire army, especially one that was so well spread across the galaxy. Then only a months ago, he had also heard that the Jedi did in fact now have an army, some sort of clone army and this also bothered H’Tes as he sensed that this sudden convenience for the Jedi Council would not bode well for them at all in the future.
Sadly though, his thoughts for his Jedi colleagues would have to be put aside as he had a more important and immediate problem to deal with. He had managed to finish off the last parts of his new space ship, built from the scraps of debris scattered in orbit around Kessel, with a gentle rolling of his hand, the power source to his scrap-built starship hummed to life. H’Tes felt a rush of triumph as he powered down his ship and began to crawl out of his cramped hole to let his friends know that now was the time.
Cire and Luap continued to pick away at the solid rock with their mining pikes. Rocks crumbled to the ground as they slammed their pikes into the wall before them. Tiny glistening hints of spice also scattered across the ground and the two stopped working, motioned for the ‘spicer’ droid to hover over to them. They picked up the few pieces of solid spice and dropped them into the large spicer droids barrel. After the droid scuttled away, they turned back to see their small Aleena Jedi Master friend peaking out of the hole they had dug out for him.
The two friends demeanor changed as they watched the small Jedi crawl out of the hole smiling. “It’s done then.” was all Cire said as H’Tes nodded and the three began to dig away at the rockbed.
Far in the cozy lounge of Esuom Llams, a twi’lek dancer bowed and smiled at her master. He grinned at her evilly, but she merely nodded and grinned back, because she knew her freedom was within her grasp.
During her free time, something the entertainment girls all received to the chagrin of the other prisoners, Yas had been working very hard. During one of the many visits he made, General Grievous had locked away several destroyed lightsabers that he had removed from Jedi. The war had only been going on now for a few months, but already the Jedi were being decimated by the battle-hardened droid army. The news of the trophies of General Grievous, the leader of the Seps army, was also being spread quickly around the galaxy. He was collecting the lightsabers of the Jedi that he was responsible for slaying, or so they said anyway.
During one of her many entertainment venues around the prison luxury loungers, Yas had witnessed General Grievous storing a few of his more battered trophies behind a large base relief sculpture along one of the walls of Esuom Llams office. She had snuck back into the office later on and removed a few of his trophies hoping to repair them and make them full-functioning lightsabers again.
In her efforts, she crafted a red bladed lightsaber from a crudely built hilt. The hilt was rugged, almost rock like in texture, but it worked and the blade hummed a deep ominous red hue. She had also reworked a short green hued saber for the one who had been training her in the ways of the lightside of the Force through the Force. Now she had two working lightsabers, one red and one green. All she had to do was await her masters orders to attack.
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