BD6-J88: A Night at the Jedi Temple

                              **PART 1: Ghost of the Temple**

                 ***Author’s note: The following story takes place 3952 BBY.***

                         ***Three years after the events of KOTOR.***

Data log: 12334453-2293842-1129993#12

Location: Jedi Grand Temple/Coruscant

Standing Orders: Protect Jedi Grand Temple

Orders Issued by: DATA DELETED

Date of Orders Issued: #############

Current Temple Security Status: Green

Beginning Internal Scans of Unit’s Internal Systems.

WARNING: Power Core Show Signs of Degradation.

Systems Shutdown Immediate.

Note: Three Years Since Unit’s Last Maintenance Cycle.

Contacting Unit’s Maintenance Administrator: Kai Arvix

Unable to Contact.

Contacting Temple’s Maintenance Administrator.

Unable to Contact.

Advisement: Unit Refrain from Combat/Straining Power Core Until Next Maintenance Service.

Unit Will Continue to Attempt to Contact Main….

Warning!

Security Scanners Picking up Possible Security Breached in Grand Temple’s Lower Storage Bays.

This Unit Will go Investigate.

Keep Temple Safe.

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“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Benev said for the sixth time since entering the cavernous storage area. It was dark. Much too dark for his liking. The only sound he could hear are those belonging to him, Rik, and his large Nikto friend who’s name he found hard to pronounce so he simply called him Green for the colour of his skin.

“Will you quit your moaning Benev!” Rik said as he guided them through the maze of boxes that had been placed within the room in neat rows. The blueish light of his glowrod gave off cast strange shadows across those boxes, which did little to help quieten Benev’s fear. “We’re not going to get caught. The authorities don’t know about that service tunnels we went through, and they don’t come into the temple itself. We’ll be in and out before anyone knows we were here.”

“But what if they hear us? Or want if the temple has security? What if the story about this place is true?”

Rik stops and shoots Benev a mean grin. “Don’t tell me you believe that poodoo.”

“Well…. I mean….”

“You honestly believe the ghosts of Jedi haunt this place? I swear Benev. You believe anything.”

“But, they might be true though.” Benev said trying to sound more confident to the career criminal. “That old janitor swore he heard things when he worked here at night. He even said he saw something moving towards-

“That old geezer was half drowning in corellian rum. He probably just saw a shadow and got spook or maybe he gets a kick out of telling scary stories to gullible kids like you.”

Benev wasn’t convince. He remembers the look of abject terror in the old men’s eyes as he warned them of the ghost of the temple. About how it always watches you, always just at the corner of your eyes and if you went somewhere you shouldn’t, all you would see was an eye burning red like a blood stain star. Rik must have seen the nervousness on his face because that condescending look disappear and was replace with one of concern.

“Hey now.” He said, his voice softer and friendly then before. “Don’t be so freak out alright.”

Rik steps closer, throwing his arm around Benev and pulls him closer. It reminded him how much taller Rik was compared to him. And how thicker his arms were too. Not as thick as Green’s but there are muscles underneath the man’s skin, which is more then what could be said about Benev. Compare to them he might as well be a jawa without a robe.

“Listen.” Rik says as he steers Benev towards the turbolift that will take them out of the lower levels and into the Temple proper. “I get it, this is your first real big gig. The first time you’re putting those lovely slicing skills of yours to proper use instead of cheating low time gambling dens. You got the jitters. Everyone gets them. Just remember why you’re doing this.”

“Vesso.” Benev whispered under his breath. The thought of the pantoran woman who worked at the café he often visited made the fear and uncertainty he felt disappear. Warmth spread to his cheek as he pictures her. Blue skin, raven black hair, kind cheerful golden eyes and a laugh that could make even the most miserable day seem bright.

“That’s right.” Rik said, patting the smaller man on the back. “Just think about that pantoran girl you like so much. Think of the life you can give her when we sell those artifacts. You two could buy an apartment on the higher levels or even maybe go off world. All you have to do Benev is get us into that vault. Think you can do that?”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s what’s I like to hear.” Rik cheers. Giving Benev another, firmer pat as they reached the turbolift. “Now see about overriding this here lift for us. Okay.”

Benev nods and set about doing what was asked of him. As he walked away from Rik, Green came to stand beside him. The nikto arms was crossed over his broad chest as he stares at the smaller human.

“He could be problem if he starts jumping at shadows.” His voice was rough and heavily accented.

“Don’t worry.” Rik said. Keeping his voice low. “We only need him until he opens the holocron vault.”

“And after?” Green asks as he stares holes in Benev’s back.

Rik’s lips spreads into a wicked smile. “Well, I guess this Temple really will become haunted then. Won’t it.”

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Warning: Storage Bay 273-G Turbolift had been activated.

Attempting to Override.

Unable to Override Turbolift.

Unit does not have Access to Temple Security Network.

Note: Request Access to Temple Security Network.

Tracking Turbolift Ascent.

According to Available Data: Turbolift is Heading to Level 73 Central Archive.

Potential of Theft of Archival Information: High

Potential of Theft of Alpha Level Protected Information: High

Potential Threat to Archive Holocron Vault: High

Number of Intruders: Unknown

Level of Armaments of Intruders: Unknown

Entering Combat Mode until more Information on Intruders is Collected.

Lethal Force Inadvisable at this time.

Non-Lethal Force Authorized.

Keep Temple Safe.

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The lift brought them to a long hallway. The ceiling of which was so high up that the light of Rik’s glowrod could not reach. Benev look up to that shadowy void and again he thought of the stories that the old man told. Rik was of course right when he had said the man had been drinking. But Benev could not shake the fear he had heard in his voice.

He gave his head a small shake to loosen those thoughts from his mind. He needed to focus. All he has to do is break the lock on the vault where the Jedi kept all their secrets. After that he’ll have enough credits to be the man deserving of a girl like Vesso.

“Benev you coming?” Rik cried out. Shaking Benev out of his thoughts and making him realize that he had fallen behind his two partners.

“Oh, sorry.” He said as he quickly rushed to join them.

They walked through the long, winding hallways, none of them saying much after leaving the turbolift behind. While it was true that the coruscant security force only guarded the outside of the temple, there’s a small chance they may have a few security droids roaming the inside. The last thing they needed was to be detected by one by coursing too much noise with idle chatter.

“Are we going the right way?” Green whispered. His rough voice sounding even more dangerous than it usual did. “We be walking for hours.”

“It’s actually only been twenty minutes.” Benev said. Shrinking a little when the Nikto looks at him.

Rik kept walking for a bit before turning to look at Benev. “Check the map.”

Benev reached into his pocket and pull out a datapad. It was a small thing, being able to fit comfortably in his hand. The screen flash to life as he turns it on, showing a large crack that runs diagonally across the screen. Despite this he was able to quickly load up the temple’s blueprints he had acquired from slicing into coruscant central databank.

“It should be another couple of meters down this corridor then a right, up a flight of stairs and we should reach the temple’s archives.” He whispered.

“There see.” Rik says flashing a smile to Green. “Didn’t I tell you that Benev was the man for this job.”

The three of them continue walking through the eerily quiet halls of the temple, following Benev directions until they come across a set of towering doors that reached high into the ceiling. They were locked, but Benev was able to find a panel for his datapad to connect to. He taps away, Overriding the door’s locking mechanisms and quickly shutting down any security alerts that may have been triggered. While he worked a thought came to his mind. One that had been gnawing at him since they entered that old service tunnels.

“What do you think happened to them?” He quietly asks Rik. Who was leaning against the wall next him.

“Who? The jedi?” Rik shrugs his shoulders. “Who knows. One moment they were all tearing the galaxy apart. The next, they all just quietly disappear. One by one.”

“You think they all died out?”

Rik chuckles at that. “Let’s hope so. The way I see it. No jedi, no wars. Plus, it’ll makes our lives easier.

“Yeah, but won’t things be worse now with them gone? I mean jedi are supposed to be the protectors of the galaxy, right?”

“Protectors of the galaxy.” Rik scoffs, shaking his head. “Some protectors. First they let the Mandalorians burn down half of the outer rim, then they decide to turn on each other and drag everyone else into it. Trust me Benev we’re better off without those self-righteous frag heads.”

Benev didn’t know he agreed with that. His mother raised him on stories about the jedi. About how they were noble heroes who went out into the wider galaxy to help people and asked nothing in return. She had even claimed that a jedi had once saved her life when she was a little girl. Since then, she had lived by their example and had tried to pass it onto him. He wonders what she would say now if she was still alive. If she saw her son breaking into the jedi’s home to steal their precious artifacts, all to sell them so he could impress a girl he barely ever spoken to.

He pushes away the picture of her disappointed face as it springs to his mind. She would understand. It’s not just Vesso he’s doing this for. With the credits he will make with this job he could finally stop being a thief. He could move out of the lower levels or maybe even move to another planet. One where the air was clean, where he could see the sky, and get a proper job where he didn’t have to steal. Surely that makes what he’s doing right.

Doesn’t it.

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Rik watches as Benev worked on slicing open the doors to the archives. For not the first time since taking the kid under his wing he sees the same uncertain look cross his youthful face.

Don’t grow a conscious yet kid. He thought.

He wonders if maybe he had made a mistake bringing Benev along for this heist. Sure, out of all the back street slicers he come across on the lower levels of Coruscant none of them had the innate skills or know how for hacking into secure mainframes as him. But then again, a lot of them also didn’t have the annoyingly high morals as him either. How he had managed to survive in the cities depths and still maintained the ethics of a saint was beyond Rik.

When he was his age, his hands were already dirty with the number of thefts, cons, and the occasional murder that had he been the religious type he would have no illusions where his soul would end up. True, some of those deaths weren’t planed. Having been caused due to the need to shoot his way out after a heist that went wrong. And there were a few where it was in self-defence because one of his partners decided to get greedy and try to take him out of the picture. But he had killed people without justification as well. Those were harder to do without some level of guilt haunting him. Now he barely gives it a second thought.

“Okay that should do it.” Benev says as he detaches his datapad from the panel.

There was the sound of locks being release and grinding gears for the first time since the jedi had all suddenly disappeared. The three thieves watch as the large doors slowly swing aside.

“Good job.” Rik said. Giving Benev an approving nod which made the kid smile.

He’s so easy to manipulate. Rik thought as the young man follows him and the nikto into the shadowy room beyond. For a moment he thought about sparing him after he opened the lock on the jedi’s vault. Despite his constant complaining and cowardice he had earn Rik quite the bit of creds over the months they had met. He had more then repay his debt to him after he saved the kid from a hutt he had foolishly been syphoning funds from. It was a tempting idea, but one he ultimately dismissed.

He has his own plans for the credits they are going to make with this job. Benev and the nikto are not a part of it. Still, he is going to miss the kid. He might even rise a toast to him in thanks for his help.

Maybe.

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The three men found themselves standing in a large circular chamber. Much like the hallways outside the ceiling was hidden to them due to how high it reaches. A workstation, round much like the chamber, sat as the centre piece of the room. This was most likely where the temple’s librarians would have attended to the needs of those who came to the archives seeking knowledge. As well as sorting through the monstrous information that had been assembled during the countless years the jedi had existed.

Again, the guilty feeling starts to rise from Benev’s gut. He tries to ignore it, but the closer they got to their goal the harder it became. He looks to the map on his datapad and focus on navigating to get his mind off the picture of his mother.

He leads Rik and Green past the rotunda and into the archives proper. After a few minutes wandering through the shelves Benev comes to realize how lucky they were to have found someone who could have given them a map of this place. If they had come here without it, they would have immediately gotten lost in the maze of shelves, study halls, and private studies chambers. He knew that the jedi archives would be huge, but he didn’t think it would be so large as to be it’s own little city level.

The guilt he had been feeling was now replaced with wonder at the amount of information this place must hold. What kind of knowledge could he perhaps find here, how far back does it go, did the jedi truly ever knew?

“You alright kid?” Rik voice cut through Benev’s thoughts like a vibro-blade.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry I just got lost in thought there for a second.” Benev said as he quickly got back to navigating.

“Thinking about what you’re going to do with all the creds you’re going to make?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, don’t worry.” Rik chuckles. “Soon you won’t have to think about it at all.”

Little else was said as they continue deeper into the shadowy depths of the archives. It took them almost an hour to reach the right section. It looks much like the rest of the archives only it was smaller, with less shelves and there were no stairs leading to an upper level. In fact, according to the map the only way in and out of this part of the archives was the entrance they just pass through.

Makes sense. Benev thought as they pass a group of tables and information terminals. If you’re going to have a vault you may as well, put it in a room with only a single-entry point.

They reach the back of the room and found what they were searching for. The vault’s door was a massive round door with an access terminal set by it’s side. Just by looking at it Benev could tell that it was design well and was probably created using some of the densest, most indestructible metals the galaxy could provide. If he could not slice into it, this heist would be over and nothing they could do will open that door.

He could already feel his palms getting sweaty as he imagines what would happen if he fails. Rik would be fine. Despite his sometimes harsh words he was a good man who had looked out for him over the past year. Ever since that day he talked that hutt out of killing him, Rik had help him by pointing out which target to steal from and which to stay away. Honestly meeting him had been perhaps one of the few good things to happen to Benev since his mother died.

Green on the other hand was a different story. The nikto looked like the type that Rik would have told Benev to stay away from. They hadn’t spoken to each other, but it was clear he didn’t much like Benev. Those large black eyes always seem to be looking at him with the same way one might stare at something that had become stuck to the bottom of their shoe. He mentions it to Rik but he simply shrugged it off. Saying that Green was a muscle guy and muscle guys always hated the smart guy.

“Don’t worry.” He had said. “I’ve known Za’mokarosstoron for years. He might look scary but he’s as nice as they come.”

Somehow Benev doubted that.

“You ready kid?” Rik said dragging him out of his thoughts a third time that night.

“Y…yeath.” Benev said moving to attach his datapad to the vault’s access terminal.

“Good. You just work your magic while me and the big guy here watch your back.”

Benev nodded and started to work. His finger tapping over the broken screen of his datapad as he went about slicing into the system. Only to then hit a wall. A big wall. Perhaps the biggest wall he had ever encountered in his short life.

“Uh-oh.” He uttered, louder then he meant to.

“What is uh-oh?” Green said sounding annoyed.

“Um…This vault security is more…intense then I was expecting.”

“Can you not open it?” there was a sudden hint of danger to the nikto’s voice.

“No. I can get it to open. Probably. Maybe.” Benev said as his voice slowly become quieter as the nikto glares at him.

“Hey now.” Rik steps in, patting the nikto on the shoulder. “It’s alright. We got the whole night ahead of us. Benev you just take your time and work on getting that vault open for us. Okay.”

“Okay, Rik. I’ll try.”

“That’s want I like to….”

Rik suddenly stops speaking. Benev looked at him wondering what had happen to make him do that. Then he heard it too. There was a sound. Distant but it was clear that it was getting closer. It was an aged mechanical sound. Of rusty gears and moaning hinges. The three of them turns to the hall’s entrance, listening as the sound came closer and closer.

“I thought you said no one come to Temple no more.” Green hisses at Rik as he pulls a blaster from his belt.

“There isn’t supposed to be.” Rik whispers back. “The CSF aren’t supposed to come inside.”

He turns to Benev anger in his eyes. “Did you do trip something at the archive’s doors?”

“N…no Rik.” Benev said. his voicing quivering at the approaching sound.

Rik cursed, then shut off his glowrod.

“Hide.” He said as he ran to the closest of the shelves.

Benev did as he was told. Dropping the datapad he raced to the opposite shelves from Rik and nearly bump into Green. The nikto angrily hissed something in his language before grabbing him and pulling him behind the shelves. He would have said thanks, but it was clear even in the gloom that the nikto wasn’t interested.

They all waited as they listens as the noise grew lounder and lounder. Benev slowly sank to the ground. Wondering what was going to happen when who ever was out there finds them. There was only one entrance and if they get stuck in a blaster fight, they will become trap. Maybe it would be best to surrender. Maybe they could lie their way out and say they were part of some temple maintenance crew. Panic thoughts after panic thoughts race through the Benev’s mind until it felt as if he was going to suffocate in them.

Then the noise stops and Benev stops breathing. He waited. For what felt like an eternity he waited for the noise of blaster fire or lightsabers or even a loud voice telling them that they were surrounded. Instead, nothing came.

He looks up to the shadowy spectre that was Green. The faint outline of him standing at the edge of the shelves with his head just slightly leaning out. His right arm held high with a blaster in hand. The nikto said something in disbelief.

Confuse and curious, Benev slowly slide himself over to Green and peeks his own head out to see. And almost immediately wished he hadn’t. There floating in the darkness was a single, large glowing red eye.

The ghost of the temple.

It is real.

And it is staring right at him.

“Greetings.”

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                          **Part 2: Ghost of the Temple**

“Greetings.” The ghost said. It’s voice was a cold, scratchy mechanical sound.

It sent shivers up Benev’s back. He was petrified. Frozen by the angry red eye that glow in the darkness of the hall. He knew the old’s man story was true. He knew it. They had trespass into a place no one was supposed to be and now the ghost of the temple has come to punish them.

“Get up! Fool!” A angry harsh voice shouted as he was suddenly pull back behind the shelves.

He didn’t offer any resistance as the coarse hand grabbed him by the back of his shirt. Why would he. The ghost has come to take them all. There was nothing they could do.

There is the sound of blaster fire, but it sounded so distant.

Maybe if he sat there and stay still the ghost might ignore him.

Maybe it’ll let him leave.

Maybe.

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Rik heard the mechanical voice and realized what it was they were dealing with. A droid. Most likely one of the CSF patrol droids that were often used to guard the sections of the city planet that was deem too dangerous for organics.

This is bad.

The Droid most likely have already alerted the officers outside of the temple, which mean that soon they will have half of the Coruscant’s security force breathing down their neck. He needed to think of something and fast. He cursed under his breath. This job was ruin now. Even if they took out the droid, there’s no way that Benev could unlock the vault in time before reinforcement could get here.

“Get up! Fool!” A familiar shout came from somewhere Rik’s left.

He turned to peer into the gloom but saw little more than a faint outline of the shelf on the other side of the hall. No doubt Benev had done something to earn the nikto sudden anger. While the boy was good of slicing, when it came to high stress situations, he unfortunately becomes less then useless. If he couldn’t keep up with them when they make a break for it to the service tunnels, Rik might have to blast him just to keep him from getting caught by the CSF. It would be a waste but better that he loses his slicer then have to constantly look over his shoulder every time a blue and white speeder fly pass him.

“Attention Intruders!” the droid’s scratchy voice said. “You are trespassing on Jedi property! Under Republic Judicial Code 12-309-88 Sub-Article 390-DD! You are under arrest! Any attempt to resist is subject to being render unconscious!”

Rik bit his teeth as his mind raced to think of what to do. In the end he chose to do the only thing he could think of. Play it by ear.

Turning on his glowrod he stepped out from behind the shelf he had been hiding behind. The red glow of the droid’s single photoreceptor turned on him. He pauses for a second. He had seen the type of droids the CSF uses, and they don’t have one large photoreceptor. Maybe it’s a different model. He thought as he slowly raises his arms up over his head. The type they keep up here on the surface.

“Alright, Officer.” He said giving the glowing red eye his most non-threateningly smile. “You got me.”

“Intruder! Please relive yourself of any weapons and step forward!”

“Of course!” Rik says as he moves his free hand to his belt. Slowly he pulls out his blaster pistol and gently places it on a nearby table. As he does so his eyes flick shelf opposite to him. He could not see them clearly, only the shadowy from of an alien pressing himself against the edge of the shelf he was hiding behind. Rik gave that shadowy form a knowing nod which it returns. With his weapon safely on the table Rik walked slowly to the droid. All the while wearing that same friendly smile that had gotten so many to trust him in the past.

As he got closer the droid, and more of it’s form was revealed to the light of the glowrod Rik started to believe that perhaps he had been wrong to be so worry. The droid was old. Older than perhaps any droid Rik had ever come across. It stood on two long legs that comes up to a boxy chassis, dents and scratches covered it’s frame as if it had been put through a trash compacter more than once. Bits and pieces of paint is peeling away on parts of its body, to the point that the dull grey of durasteel could be seen underneath. Rik didn’t know what this droid is, but it was clearly not part of the CSF as he had feared.

And perhaps even better than that revelation was the fact that the droid had no weapons. Which mean this droid probably wasn’t a security droid. It’s probably some old protocol droid the CSF forgot to remove.

“That is close enough!” The droid said once he was only a few feet. It then turns its rectangular head over to where the nikto and Benev was hiding. “This unit also request that the nikto and human do the same! Step away from the shelves and surrender any weapons you are carrying! Then step forward towards this unit!”

“If you don’t mind me asking.” Rik says gaining the droid’s attention again. “Why should we do what you say? You’re not part of the CSF are you?”

“Negative! This unit is not part of the Coruscant Security Force!”

“I see. I thought they had removed all of the Jedi droids?”

“This unit chose to remain! This unit will protect the Temple until the jedi return!”

“Well, you are quite the loyal droid aren’t you. Though you may be waiting for a while.”

“This unit will wait!”

“Good for you. Though if the jedi do return they might be upset.” He said as his smile slowly grows more malicious.

“Why is that!”

“Because they going to have a hard time finding all the pieces to put you back together.”

Rik suddenly jumps to the side, sliding a little on the smooth stone floor. At the same time the nikto step away from his hiding spot and fires his blaster. The red bolts go flying across the hall, heading towards the droid’s centre mass where it will no doubt blow out it’s most critical systems and leave it nothing more than a pile of scrap.

At least that’s what should have happen.

Just as the bolts was about to connect, there was a flash of energy, and the bolts were gone. Rik eyes widen in shock, which then turn into to horror as he realizes what had happen. For only few seconds he saw a transparent, bubble surrounding the droid before it faded it away. A deflector shield. The droid has deflector shields.

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Unit Deflector Shield Activated.

Damage to Unit’s Chassis has been Averted.

Warning: Activation of Deflector Shield Has Added Stress to Unit’s Power Core

Degradation of Power Core is Increasing.

Recommend Immediate Shut Down of All Non-Essential System.

Inadvisable: Unit is Currently in Combat.

Recommend Immediate Termination of All Enemies.

Negative: Lethal Force Inadvisable.

Threat Level Has Not Been Reached for Lethal Force.

Advisement: Quick Disarmament of Nikto Assailant. Follow By the Apprehensions of Two Human Intruders.

Keep Temple Safe.

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The droid moved. Quicker than should have been possible from something that looked like it had just come from the junk yards of Raxus Prime. Rik watches in surprise as it ran down the aisle, heading towards the nikto. The green skin alien panic and fired again, but most of the shots went wide all merely hit the droid’s shield.

By the time the nikto realize how useless his continue use of his blaster was it was too late. The droid closed the gap and grabbed the arm that held the blaster. There was a sickening snap of bone and cartilage as the droid twisted the wrist to an angle it was never meant to bend into. The Nikto’s mouth widen to scream but he never got the chance as the droid’s other hand grabs his face and with the strength only a mechanical being could muster slams him into the ground. It all happens so fast that Rik hadn’t finish getting up from the floor when it was over.

“Target disarmed!” The droid said as it looked down to the still form of the nikto.

Well, there’s go that plan. Rik thought as he simply stares at the droid who had just taken out the heist’s muscle. Whatever this droid is, it is most definitely not a protocol droid. But it was also not one of the CSF security droids. So, what the hell is it?

The only droid he knew who had defector shields and could take someone out that easily were combat droids. Very high end, very costly combat droids. What would the jedi even have one? Is there only one or are there more of them crawling about somewhere just waiting to take them all out.

The droids head turns towards the shelves the nikto had been hiding behind. It’s red light shining down on something beyond Rik’s sight.

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Benev could free the angry eye on him. He didn’t need to turn his head to look to know. He could see as his world became bathe in blood coloured light. He whimpers and try to bury his head into his arms as he curls up into a ball.

His chest hurt and it was becoming hard to breath. He was having a panic attack. He hadn’t had one since he was caught by the hutt. He could still remember being dragged before that massive slug by his barabel guards. He had thought he was going to die. But, then by some miracle Rik had appeared and manage to talk the hutt out of punishing him and instead making him work to repay the hutt with interest.

He had paid the hutt his money. That should have been the end of it. That should have been the moment when he left this life behind and found proper work or want passes for proper work in the undercity of the galactic capital. But he could never say no to Rik. Not after saving his life. Not after everything he had done for him.

He wonders if he was going to save him again.

He wonders if his world will only be a bloody red now.

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Rik stood there wondering what he should do. To say that this whole thing has gone belly up would have been the understatement of the century. He had hope when the droid had turn out to be not part of the CSF then the plan could go back on track, but no. The walking scrap heap had to turn out to be some kind of jedi super murder droid.

Now his muscle was down and Benev was probably shivering in his own waste. He should just leave while the droid was distracted. Leave the both of them to whatever the droid had plan for them. If it kills them then he won’t have to worry having his name and face blasted across the holonet. If it does hand them over to the CSF he should have enough credits to lay low until things claim down. He could even call in a few favours if things get bad enough.

As Rik comes to his decision the droid suddenly spins around to look at him. It’s large, single photoreceptor glowing that same eerily red as when it had entered the hall. He wasn’t an easy man to scare. But after seeing what it had done to the nikto a jolt of fear ran through his body. He really shouldn’t have place his blaster so far away.

“Intruder!” The droid said. “Do not move! Violation of this directive will force this unit to pursue you!”

Rik had already run out of the hall before the droid had finish speaking. Holding the glowrod before him as he ran, Rik try to follow the path they had taken to the hall. Hoping to find those massive doors, close them and hopefully lock the nightmare droid in. He doubted it will keep it stuck here forever but with a little luck it should buy him enough time to get to the lifts. He makes a sharp turn and comes to an abrupt stop when he almost ran into a wall.

He cursed and turned back to the way he came. He could hear the squeaking of the droid. It was after him and it was close. He started running again, going down a flight of steps onto a lower level lined with more shelves. Why did the jedi have to have so many blasted holobooks! Rik thought as he weaves through one aisle to another. Couldn’t they use the holonet like everyone else!

All the while the droids clacking feet on the archives polished stone floors was getting louder. At one moment he thought he could see the red glow of it’s photoreceptor behind him. Rik thought about deeming the glowrod but then he would be running blind and most likely smash into one of the shelves or the tables that were scattered throughout this damnable place.

This will not be how it ends for him. Rik refuses to allow some half-broken droid to take him down. He had come too far, done too much to allow it all to end in such a ridiculous way as this. Shouting a curse to the jedi and their temple, Rik pushes on.

His legs burns but he manages to distance himself from the noise. He was lost though. Nothing about where he was seems remotely familiar. When he had plan to murder Benev and the nikto after the vault was open, he would have taken the kid’s datapad and use the map on it to escape this place. Unfortunately, the datapad had been left behind in the hall. He tries to look around for signs or anything that could direct him to the archive’s exit. When that didn’t work, he simply walked through the gloomy maze of shelves and study halls. Always keeping his ear out for that droid and it’s squeaky joints.

He didn’t know how long he walked for until he needed to sit down and rest. Maybe it was a few minutes or perhaps hours had passed. At this point he was too tired and too angry to care. He leans against one the many shelves of the archives, turning the glowrod off and allowing the darkness to envelope him. It’ll probably do little help him hide from the droid. No doubt that thing had an array of sensors that could see in all manner of spectrums.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. This was supposed to be a simple job with a big payday. It was supposed to be his ticket to the easy life. With the money he would have made from this heist he could have anything he wanted. He probably could have bought his own skyhook if he had wanted to. But no. Things couldn’t have been that easy. There had to be some crazy droid with deflector shields standing in his way.

He sat there for a long moment. Looking out into the empty darkness, mourning the lost of his future fortunes. Anger bubbles within. Rik never let himself get angry. Annoyed sure, but never angry. That’s how you lose your head and stop thinking and usual it’s how you end up dead. However, just this once he let himself get angry.

He lashes out with his hand, hitting something that did not feel like the spine of a holobook. Instead of the feeling of delicate crystal, he felt something harder. Stone.

The unexpected touch of rock surprise Rik. Turning on the glowrod, He lifts it up for the dim light to show him a stone plinth. On top of it was a bust of some nameless jedi. It was an ugly thing. Made to look like some alien with wrinkled skin and eyes that were too large. A roonan perhaps, or maybe a very ugly duro. It sat at the end of the shelf that Rik had been leaning against, facing towards the railing that ran along a balcony that look into one of the archive’s vast halls.

Rik didn’t realize that he was still on the upper levels of the vast library. Looking over the railing, Rik peer into the darkness below. The light of the glowrod showed little more than darken outlines of tables set in a neat row. A plan started to form in the back of his mind as he looks from the shadowy depths below to the bust of the unnamed jedi. It was a reckless plan. One that involves too many possibilities for it to go wrong, and Rik was never one to base his plans purely on chance.

But what other choice did he have.

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Failure: Intruder Manage to Evade this Unit.

Current Location: Unknown.

Accessing Temple Archive’s Security Feed.

Unable to Access Temple Archive’s Security Feed.

Unit Does not Possess Access to Temple’s Security Network.

Note: Request Access to Temple’s security Network.

Returning to Holocron Vault.

Apprehend Unconscious Nikto and Mentally Damage Human.

Cease Current Function.

Scanners Detecting Light Source from Archive’s Third Hall: Sub-Section Colonies Regions Information.

Possibility of Light Source Originating from Intruder’s Glowrod: 87%

Moving to Intercept.

Keep Temple Safe.

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Rik could hear the familiar squeaking of old mechanical joints now. Pressing himself further against the darken corner of the shelf, he tries to get a proper grip on the bust of the ugly jedi head and waited. Again, his mind filled with everything that could go wrong with this plan. The droid could act faster than him, he could miss, or any other countless scenarios he had considered. But it was too late to turn back now.

He waited and listened as the droid moved closer to the plinth where he had replaced the jedi’s bust with his glowrod. He tries to keep his breathing slow and remain calm as it came closer. He will get only one shot at this, if he panics or attacks too soon it will be over.

Slowly he peers over from his hiding place, careful not to reveal himself, and watch as the droid step out of the darkness and into the light of the glowrod. It is surprising to Rik how much fear such an unassuming and partially broken-down droid was causing him. A part of him hated himself because of it. He had taken on things more dangerous than this bucket of bolts. If anything is the droid who should be hiding from him not the other way around. He pulls back into the shadows, taking a deep breath. Focus you idiot. Don’t let that droid get the better of you.

Once he had calm himself, he looks over the corner of the shelf and begin to count. The droid was standing over the glowrod now. It’s large photoreceptor staring down at it in a way that seems slightly comical to the criminal. It remains in that position for some time. No doubt the ancient circuits that made up the droid’s logic processors were working overtime as it tries to figure out why the glowrod was placed on pedestal instead the usual bust.

The droid then turns away from it and began to walk back where it had come from, and that was when Rik struck. Rushing from around the corner, Rik ran towards the droid with the bust raised high. The droid manages to turn halfway around before he slams the bust into the side of it’s rectangular head. There was a loud clang as the bust connected and the droid’s head bent at an angle that caused it’s neck joints to squeal in protest.

Rik didn’t let up. He kept hitting it, repeatedly. Forcing the droid to stumble towards the railing of the balcony. Rik smile as he pushes the droid further towards it.

“Not so tough now are you!” Rik shouted as he swings the bust underneath what would have been the droid’s chin.

It hit with such force that the droid fell backwards, almost tipping over the edge of the railing. It was able to grasp a hold onto the railing at the last second and lifts its head down to look at Rik. Rik felt a pang of fear for a moment. The droid’s head case was severely dented to the point that it was no longer a perfect rectangular shape and it’s photoreceptor was crack. But it glows. It glows with such a furious, hateful red that Rik thought that the droid was actually looking at him the way that only a living being could when they have been so horribly wronged.

He quickly pushes such a thought aside and moved to finish off the droid. He slams the bust into the droid several times and with a final effort, kick it squarely in it’s box like body. The droid fell over the side of the railing. There was a loud crash below as it disappears into the darkness.

Throwing the now broken bust aside and taking up the glowrod Rik look over the balcony to look at his handy work. He smiles as he sees the droid laying in a broken heap on top of the now ruined table it had landed on. Deflectors may be good at keeping blaster bolts at bay but it’s no match for gravity.

Rik continues to stare down at the machine that had given him so much trouble, but once he was sure it wouldn’t get up again, he turns around and begins the long, painful journey back to the hall where the holocron vault is. If he was lucky no one outside of the archives have heard to ruckus that had taken place. He might still be able to carry out his original plan. He just needs to get Benev to open the vault, then he can get out of this cursed place.

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Warning: Damage to Major Systems Detected.

Photoreceptors are Offline.

Critical Damage to Unit’s Head Casing Detected.

Motor Functions are Experiencing Extreme Inoperability.

Likely Cause are Broken Power Cables to Legs and Arms.

Ability to Protect Temple is Compromised.

Chances That Intruders are Able to Complete Theft of Temple Archives: Absolute.

This Outcome is Unacceptable.

Activating Emergency Protocol.

Contacting Trusted Jedi Associate.

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Hello, Admiral Onasi office. How may I direct your call.”

                          **Part 3: Ghost of the Temple**

Carth look over the report for what must have been the hundredth time that evening, His eyes were going dry as he rereads the line of text on the screen of his office’s computer.

‘As of 1800 hours of four days ago, all communications from the Miraluka coloney of Katarr was lost. Initial reports of solar disruption to Comm Relays have been of now proven false. It is now of the timing of this report show that the planet has suffered a Complete Planetary Wide Destruction Event. Orbital scans from the foray-class frigate class Liberty IV show no sign of life at this time nor any indication of what may have course it.

A pit grew in Carth’s stomach as he read that last part. Not only due to the loss of so many lives, but also because of something that only a select few in the Republic’s upper echelon knew. He rests his head in the palms of both his hands as he stares aimlessly down at the desk below.

“They’re gone.” He whispered to himself as he fought back the swelling despair that threaten to swallow him.

Katarr was a world on the mid-rim. A quiet, unassuming world that was place in a part of the galaxy where few ever travel to due to it’s distance from any of the major trade routes. It was the perfect place for the few remaining jedi that survive the horrors of the war could go and discuss how they could rebuild. At least that was what Juhani had told him when they had last spoken.

It was no secret that the jedi numbers have been seriously reduced due to the war. Those who did not fall in battle or joined the sith, lost faith in the order and simply left. According to Republic intelligence there were little more than perhaps a hundred jedi that were still active after the war.

And now they are all dead. Carth thought as he looks back at the screen.

When Juhani had told him of the order’s plan to meet on Katarr he had offer them a small flotilla of ships for protection.

“No.” she had said in that prideful voice of her. “This is a jedi matter, and your ship will only bring unwanted attention. Besides, from the sound of things they will be needed elsewhere.”

He had been playing those words over in his mind since receiving this report. He should have pushed harder or perhaps station some ships close by to watch over them. There were still sith out there who would have love to take a shot of so many jedi in one spot. He should have known that. He should have done something.

A thought floated through his mind then, a conversation he once had with a dear friend. Could this have been what Raven had warned him about? Could this be the unseen evil that he’d claimed had a hand in all the wars and strife that had been plaguing the Republic since before the Mandalorain Wars.

Before he could travel further down this train of thoughts a ringing from the office’s intercom interrupted him.

“Yes Myll.” Carth said after pressing down on the button that allows communication with his secretary.

“Ah’m sorry to be bothering you sir.” She said. Her rustic jabiimi accent making her sound somewhat out of place for an admiral aid. “But Ah got a droid on comm insisting to talk to ya.”

“A droid? What does it what? Who is it owner?” Carth asks.

“Won’t say. Just keep asking to talk to ya. Should I hang up?”

Carth thought for a moment. It wasn’t unusual for a government official to use a droid to act as their secretaries or aids, but the fact that this one wouldn’t tell who it was working for is strange.

“No, that’s alright Myll. I’ll answer.”

“Alrighty then.”

There’s a clicking sound as the call came through the comm.

“This is admiral Carth Onasi, who am I speaking to.”

At first the droid didn’t reply. Then a scratchy, mechanical voice buzzes over the comm. “The Pillars have Fallen!”

For the second time that night Carth stomach dropped. He leans in towards to comm, panic rising within his chest.

“Say that again.” He said.

“The Pillars have Fallen!”

Carth didn’t need to be told a third time. He quickly changes the comm’s connection back to Myll.

“Myll get me in contact with the CSF now!” he almost shouted.

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It took longer to find his way back to the hall containing the vault then Rik had wanted. For not the first or perhaps the last time he cursed the Temple and the jedi who had called it home. How those robes wearing, laser sword wielding frag heads were able to find their way around this place is beyond him. He passed over the still unconscious nikto, not bothering to see if he was still alive after having his head slam into the stone floor by that crazy murder droid. He didn’t matter to Rik’s plan.

The one he was looking for was still curled up behind the holobook shelf, crying like a kicked slice hound pup. Honestly, it took great deal for him not to strangle Benev.

You still need him he thought. Get him to open the vault. Then shoot him.

He took a deep breath, calming himself before he turns on his charms.

“Hey, there kid.” He said in his most welcoming voice he could muster. “You okay there? That droid didn’t hurt you, did it?”

Benev didn’t look at him. He kept his head down, pressed against his arms as he weeps softly. Rik moved to kneel besides him and places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay. There, there.” Rik says as he gives him a reassuring pat. “I know that was kind of scary but it’s fine now. I got rid of-

“We shouldn’t be here Rik.” Benev suddenly says.

That’s not good.

“Hey now. Don’t be that way kid. I know that we hit a bit of a-

“No, we shouldn’t be here! This was a mistake! We should never have come here to steal jedi relics! Now, that ghost will be after us! We’ll be cursed Rik! Cursed!”

“Enough!” Rik shouted as he slaps Benev across the face.

The younger men became quiet after that. A look of surprise and hurt written in his youthful features.

“Pull yourself together.” Rik says. This time in a lighter but firm voice. “We came here to do a job and we are not leaving until it is done. I took out that blasted droid, so I’ve done my part. Now I need you to do yours. Can you do that Benev.”

Benev started to protest again but Rik quickly stops him. “Can you do that!”

He didn’t answer, not at first. He simply stares at Rik. His eyes red and still full of fear from the encounter with the droid. There was a battle going on inside him, Rik knew this as he had seen it happen everytime he had pushed him further and further down this path of high-stake crime. Usually his charms and friendly manner would win these little internal battles, but then that was before he had hit him, and he knew that the kid was hesitant to steal from the temple to begin with.

Had he pushed him too far he wonders. Is this the one time when Benev will refuse him. If so, Rik was going to have to remind him of his place, painfully if he needs to. He trusts that the kid will still be able to slice into the vault without the use of his legs. They only need his hands after all.

“Yes Rik.” Benev finally said. His voice was a small thing now. Weak and barely higher than a whisper. For some reason this annoys Rik more than it should.

“Good.” Rik says as he stands up.

Benev follows. There’s little energy with his movements, Whatever enthusiasm he had when they had first entered the archives was now lost. He kept his head down as he walks over to the terminal his datapad was still hook in to. He worked in silence and for some reason this irritated Rik. It shouldn’t, Benev wasn’t usual one to talk while he works, but he at least would hum or make small clicking sounds with his tongue.

Perhaps it was the stress from being chased by that droid. Maybe he was still coming down from the rush of it all and that’s what’s making him irritable. After all, this was supposed to be an easy gig which then turned into a game of cat and mouse.

He sighs as he leans against the desk his blaster is laying on. Don’t worry. He thought as he picks the blaster up and checks it’s power gauge. After the vault opens and we get what we came here for, we can pop by that cantina we like and forget all about this place.

The thought brought a small smile to his lips. It will be a shame Benev and the nikto wouldn’t be there to celebrate with him. But the great thing about Coruscant. You can always make new friends.

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Sergeant Udwool was not having a good night. Instead of being at home having dinner with his family he had been called in to oversee the security of the abandoned jedi temple. Apparently, the officer he was replacing had come down with the flu, something that had been going around at the precinct of late. Of course, being called in wasn’t what was making his night bad. It was the officer he was sharing his shift with.

“You should have seen this Nautolan girl I met the other night.” His partner said. A younger human who was fresh out of the academy and still thinks the job was all cop and robbers. Tral Kovi was his name, and the man had not stop talking since the shift started. “Now, I’m not one who would usually hook up with a fish alien, not that I have anything against them mind you. Some of my best friends are water breathers. But damn she was really wanting to take a dive in my waters if you know I mean. Especially when I told her I was with the CSF.”

Udwool sighs and runs a blue head over his large, red eyes. The duros had work in the CSF for over fifteen years, he had been shot at, stabbed and one time almost had a loader droid dropped on him. And he would gladly go through all of that again if it means he could get away from this man. Unfortunately, that’s an impossibility.

After the jedi abandon their temple, the supreme chancellor had ordered that the temple be secured and protected until the jedi’s return. It was a policy that had some backlash, especially from the anti-jedi crowd who either thought it was a waste of resources or simply wanted to demolish the temple altogether due to their hatred for the Order. Udwool couldn’t deny the former part of that complaint.

Since the order had been given, the CSF had funded a large portion of their security droids to patrol the outer sections of the temple. Along with a number of smaller sensory droids who for some reason constantly go missing. There was also the control station he was stuck in, having been built outside of the massive structure itself.

It was a small building. Barely larger than a cheap apartment on the lower levels, with most of the space being taken up by the power ports for the droids, banks of computers, monitoring stations and a small table with a caf dispenser. It also has refresher too, but the toilet had been broken for sometime now.

“Has there been anything from the sensor droids?” Udwool asks.

He knew there wouldn’t be. The droids would have immediately notified them if it had pick up anything unusual, but he really didn’t want to hear what anymore of Tral and his one-night lover’s escapades. Tral stops talking and look at the terminal he was sitting by. He flicks through a couple of their feeds then shrugs his shoulders.

“Doesn’t look like they pick anything up.” He said

“Well just keep checking.” Udwool says as he gets up from his chair to get a cup of caf. He has another eight hours with Tral and he’s going to need all the strength he can get.

“Oh, come on Sarge.” Tral whines. “There’s like a thousand of them and it’s not like anything ever happens here. Besides, I was just getting to the part with the handcuffs.”

Udwool supresses a shudder. Before he got a chance to chastise Tral on his use of CSF equipment or the fact he had no interest in his love life the comms unit rings. Both of them looks at it for a moment in surprise. They rarely get calls, especially at night.

Forgetting the caf for the moment, Udwool answered the comm and was surprised for the second time that night when the voice of the CSF Senior Commander came through.

“This is Commander Leishoz.” The distinctly feminine voice said. “Who is currently in charge of the Jedi Temple security.”

“That would be me Ma’am.” Udwool said. His large, red eyes narrowing slightly. This was very odd. The Senior Command aren’t usual the ones to call the station on these rare occasions. Usually, it would be the district precinct. “Sergeant Udwool Bilwaag. Of the Senate District Precinct.”

“Sergeant I just received a call from Admiral Onasi telling me that the temple has been breached?”

Udwool and Tral both look at each other. Carth Onasi is someone who had grown to be almost a household name by this point. Due in part to his heroic contributions to ending the war with Malak and his fallen jedi followers.

“Um, we haven’t picked anything up.” Tral said.

“Well, you better check again.” Commander Leishoz said. Her voice sounding irritated. “Cause he’s coming to see to the temple’s safety himself and I do not want him finding the CSF failing to do their job. If there are intruders inside the temple you are going to find them. Do I make myself clear.”

“Yes ma’am. We will see to it right away.” Udwool said.

“Good. I’m authorizing you two access to the temple’s interior. Go in, arrest these intruders that the admiral is so sure are in there. With luck, they’ll just be a group of dumb kids who thought they could find a lightsaber in there. Good luck sergeant.”

The call ends and Udwool is left feeling that his night had now gotten a whole lot worst. Not only has he been called in on his day off and have to share a shift with Tral, but now he has to go into the abandon jedi temple to find a couple of punks and one of the heroes of the Republic was coming to pay them a visit. Honestly, there are times he wonders if the pension was worth it.

“And you say nothing ever happens here.” He said to Tral as he walks back over to the caf machine.

“At least we get to meet Carth Onasi.” Tral says with the excitement of a child on Republic Day. “You think he’ll give me an autograph?”

Udwool sighs and doubles the amount of caffeine for his caf. This was going to be a long night.

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“Are you almost done yet kid?” Rik said. his voice growing more frustrated each time he asks that question.

“Almost Rik. Just give me another five minutes.” Benev replies as he works on vault’s terminal.

As he had predicted, this was not an easy security system to slice into. The number of firewalls, codes regulators and data scrubbers are to a scale that he had never seen before. He’s not even sure he is halfway through them all. Every time he thought he made a breakthrough he will just find another obstacle in the way.

But it was not just that.

Benev was finding it hard to concentrate as his thoughts turn to only a few moments ago. His cheek still stings from Rik striking him. He never done that before. He never got angry like that before. He was right to do so, or so Benev told himself. After all, he was acting hysterical. Talking about ghosts and curses while it in fact it was just a droid gone haywire. Or so Rik says.

Still, he could not shake his guilt anymore. He did not know if he believes in the force or any other form of religion, but he does believe that there are signs that life shows you. Moments where you are given a choice, where you are at a crossroads between what is right and what is wrong. And that droid was most definitely one of them.

This is wrong. He thought. We shouldn’t be doing this.

His mind turns to his mother and Vesso. Benev’s mother had worship the jedi. Centred her whole moral view of the galaxy around their ideas. She would hate what he was doing, And Vesso, beautiful Vesso. He had originally done this for her. Because he had thought that the only way a back street slicer like him could ever be with a woman like her was by having money. The kind of money that could make a girl like her fall for a guy like him.

But would she?

Would she fall for him if she knew how he had gotten his credits. Would she even want to associate herself with a criminal. She was a kind woman. One who always brought smiles to those she speaks to. Who always remembers the name of everyone she serves, even his.

A sudden flash of green light broke Benev from his thoughts. He looks down at the broken screen of his datapad and he felt his guilt flare to an uncomfortable level. He had done it.

There’s a loud groaning sound as the vault door slowly slides to the side. Revealing a smaller chamber behind it. He peeks through the doorway, the square room within was dark much like the archives. But there are small dots of lights scatter about the chamber, like stars in the night sky.

“You did it.” Rik says. There wasn’t any excitement in his voice as Benev had expected. It sounded cold.

“Yeah, I guess I did.” Benev turns to him, finding him leaning causal against one of the tables. his arms crossed with his glowrod in one hand and his blaster in the other.

That unnerved him.

“Grab the bag from sleeping beauty there.” He said. Nodding to Green who was still lying unconscious on the marble floor. “And let’s get this over with.”

Benev didn’t move. Which caused Rik to raise an eyebrow.

“Something the matter kid?” he asks.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Benev finally says. Surprising himself for being able to say it.

Rik’s eyes narrow slightly. “Am I going to need to knock more sense into you Benev?”

“I’m serious Rik.” He said feeling more confident as he stood his ground. “This isn’t like the gambling dens or some low time swoop gang. This is the jedi temple. I know you don’t like them, and they may not have been perfect, but they were good people who try their best to help others. They saved my mother from slavery for heaven’s sake.”

“So what? You what us to leave when we just got the door open? After everything I had to deal with?”

“We can find another target. Like you always say there always someone who can stand to lose a few creds.”

Rik stood there staring at him. His face an unreadable mask. There’s something in the air now. Something that made the hair on the back of Benev’s neck stand on end. But, he won’t back down. Not now.

He might have been a floor mat for most of his life, but this will be the one thing he would not back down from.

After a long, awkward silence Rik sighs. “Is this really what you want kid?”

Benev nods. “It is.”

“That’s a damn shame.” He said staring him in the eyes. “I was hoping to draw this out a little bit more. I really did like you.”

With a flash of movement that took Benev by surprise. Rik raised his blaster at him and fired.

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Udwool stood on the temple’s landing pad with his hands clasps firmly behind his back, waiting for the arrival of the admiral. Behind him stood four of the CSF security droids. They were tall things, shape like a avenge humanoid, painted blue and white with their face plate design to look as inviting and none threatening as possible. Frankly, to him they always look creepy.

The duros shivers slightly as the wind picked up. Even through his bantha fur lined jacket he could feel it’s bite. Another reason to wish he was never called to cover this shift. The colder months are coming and while there were large orbital mirrors that reflected the sun’s light to make the surface warmer, they can’t be pointed at one spot all the time. Otherwise, all the senators, corporatists and wealthy surfacers wouldn’t get their beauty sleep.

Thankfully, it seems he didn’t have to wait much longer. Racing across the skyline of the city, a speeder zip towards him. Slowing down at the last possible second so as to avoid landing noise first into the pad. Udwool unconsciously took a step backwards towards the droids when he saw this. Fighting down the urge to shout profanities for the reckless driving.

The speeder door opens, and the admiral quickly hop out. Carth Onasi was a broad shoulder man, with dark brown hair and a neatly trim beard. He wears a bright orange jacket over his admiral uniform and moves as if Darth Malak had returned from the dead.

“What’s the situation sergeant.” He said. His tone had the commanding authority that all military men seem to carry but Udwool could also detect a small trace of worry there too.

He gave him a quick salute. He didn’t technically have to as the CSF were a planetary security force and as such did not have to follow the same protocols as the navy or military. But it felt right considering who the admiral was.

“Nothing yet sir.” Udwool said as he and the four droids follow Carth as he walks up the steps from the landing pad to the Temple proper. “I have my subordinate working through the feeds and scans of the droids and sensors we have inside the temple since we got the call from central. So far, we haven’t been able to pick up anything.”

“Have them keep looking.” Carth says, quickening his steps. “If there is someone inside, I want them found.”

“Will do.” Udwool says, already tapping the comm in his uniform collar to relay the message.

Ignoring the groan from Tral, Udwool watch as the admiral all but ran towards the Temple’s entrance. A sinking feeling started to grow in Udwool stomach. The kind of feeling he only got when he was about to walk into a situation where things were about to go bad. Very, very bad.

“Sir?” he says as he tries to keep up. “If I may ask. Why are you here. We were told you were coming and that you believe that someone had broken in the temple. But, isn’t a break in a little small for an admiral to worry about?”

The human turns his head to the duros. There was an uncertain look there for a moment. As if he was deciding to share some secretive information. After passing the massive pillars that towered over the temple’s entrance he decided to speak.

“I got a call tonight. It was from a droid using a pass phrase. ‘The pillars have fallen’.”

“And what does that mean?”

“It means sergeant, that the temple and the secrets within it are in danger.”

That bad feeling in Udwool is growing larger now.

“So, it might not be a group of punk kids looking for a lightsaber to play with then?”

“We can hope sergeant. But even now, three years after the war there are still sith out in the galaxy, and with the jedi now…stretch thin, a lot them see this as a golden opportunity to get their hands on something we really don’t want them to.”

Oh, great Sith. Udwool thought as he moves his hand to check his blaster pistol was still on his belt. This night just keeps getting better and better.

They enter the temple’s foyer. It was a massive thing filled with chairs and tables for those few visitors the temple received. Great banners hang down from the ceiling each one showing the symbols of the multitudes of words that made up the Republic. There were even trees in pots and alcoves, each one blooming with colourful flowers and filling the room with their sweet aroma. Udwool always wondered how it is they aren’t withering away with anyone to look after them. As the last of the non-jedi workers left months again claiming that a ghost haunted the temple’s halls.

That was when Tral voice came over the comm, sounding worry. “Hey Sarge?”

Udwool pulls his collar closer his mouth. “What is it Tral?”

“One of the scanner droids just picked up a sound while going through on one of the higher floors.”

Udwool stops suddenly, which in turn made the admiral and the droids to stop as well.

“Which floor?”

Tral told him the floor and it Udwool refer the information to Carth which made the human’s face grow a little pale.

“That’s the floor where the archives is.” He said. “We need to get up there now. Follow me. I’ve been here enough time to know which lifts to take.”

They ran further into the temple. As they did Udwool notices that Carth had taken out his service weapon. A blaster pistol. A Telosian UT-78 pistol. A weapon that had become rare since the world’s destruction. Seeing the admiral drawing his weapon made the duros draw his own as well. It wasn’t as fancy as Carth’s blaster, but it had seen him through some hard spots.

He just hopes he doesn’t end up using it.

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Time came to a standstill. Benev stood by the entrance of the vault, looking at Rik with a look of shock and pain. Rik simply look at him with indifference. For what felt like an eternity they remain as they were.

Then time started to move again and Benev fell to the ground.

He didn’t scream as the blaster bolt punched through his stomach. Neither did he cry as he hit the marble floor. But he did feel pain. A pain like which he never felt before. A pain that sends shockwaves through his entire body numbing it to point that the only thing he could feel was the now burning hole in his gut.

“I am sorry about this Benev.” Rik said as he moves to Green. “This really does hurt more than I thought it would. But that’s the nature of the game. You either use or you get used.”

He fires his blaster again into the Nikto’s head before reaching down and grabbing the bag tied to his belt. Rik was different now. The charming if snide criminal he had known for over a year was gone now. Now, there was a detach, coldness to his voice.

“You made me a lot of credits and I hate to have to cut off that supply, but things change and I afraid you no longer fit into my plans.”

“W…Why.” Benev manage to say. Speaking hurts, everything hurts.

Rik simply shrugs as he walks over towards the vault. “I already told you why kid.”

He stops by the entrance of the vault, looking down at him with such unfeeling eyes that he may as well have been a droid.

“You know.” He says with just the tiniest bit remorseful. “You really shouldn’t have gotten into this life Benev. You’re a good kid. Too good. If you had been born anywhere else other than the lower levels you might have become something great. Someone people would actually care about. Instead, you’re going to die here.”

Benev stares up at him. His body growing numb with each passing second. He groans in pain as he turns his body onto his back. “Y…you will…not…”

“Get away with this?” Rik asks giving Benev an unkind smile. “Not very original kid.”

Benev try to say something more. He was angry now. After all those months working together, of him acting as if he was his only friend on this whole planet, jumping to every one of his schemes. To have all of that come to this. Betrayed, shot in the gut and to have him lecturing him about some dark truth of the galaxy. It’s not fair. Why after only now growing the confidence to finally to do what’s right did it have to end like this.

“Damn…you.”

Rik simply chuckles and shook his head as he turns to enter the vault. “Someday kid. Someday.”

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Rik step through the portal into the small square chamber of the holocron vault. Somehow it was darker inside the vault then it was outside of the hall. Even with the small star like glow of the holocrons, the gloom within the room seems to be more oppressive then the darkest and most uninviting of alleys in the lower levels. Rik was now doubly grateful that he had brought his glowrod with him.

He started to pick through the holocrons one by one. He didn’t know what information they contain, or which one would be considered more vulnerable. None of them had any conceivable labels. But in truth it did not matter.

A jedi holocron was a collector’s dream. To have even a single one in your collection made you stand out from all the rest. As such one would spend a substantial amount of credits to get their greedy little hands on one. It didn’t really matter what their content or which jedi made it. Just owning one was enough,

Rik thought of maybe keeping one for himself when this was over. After all, even with the small amount already in the bag he would probably be more then rich enough to find some nice little corner of the galaxy to settle down without ever having to worry about working ever again. Plus, the idea of having something of the jedi, those self-righteous hypocrites, sitting on his mantle piece was a tempting idea.

Then again, having it could lead to some trouble down the line. Some would-be jedi could come looking for him to reclaim the lost artifact or perhaps someone would get the bright idea to try to take a shot at him for it. People have done stranger things for credits after all. The thought made he chuckles slightly as he thought of what he did.

Rik didn’t lie when he told Benev that shooting him had hurt him. It did. A surprising amount in fact. But, what he had said was true as well. You are either use or get used and the kid’s use, unfortunately had come to an end. But, at least he had help him with his last heist.

Collecting as many of the holocrons as the bag could carry Rik made his way out of the vault. Blaster in hand he prepared himself to finish off the slicer. Again, the stray thought of sparing him came to mind but he quickly forces that away. Even if he did allow him to live it wouldn’t do Benev any good. With the wound Rik had given him he would most likely die anyway, only more slowly and painfully. No, a quick blaster bolt to the skull is what is needed. Better that then to bleed out in some dusty old temple.

“Alright kid.” He says as he walks out of the vault and into the hall it was placed in. “Hold still now. I want to make this quick and easy.”

Rik turns to where he had left Benev and was surprised to find he wasn’t there anymore. Putting down the bag so he could hold up the glowrod, Rik look out into the darkness of the archive halls. He couldn’t have gotten far. He thought. Not with that big of a hole in his gut.

Sure, enough he was right. The light of the glowrod gleams off the red stain floor, leading him to behind one of the holobooks shelves. Following the trail, he found Benev leaning against the shelf, datapad in hand as he sluggishly input some command.

“What you think your doing kid?” Rik asks as he reconnects the glowrod to his belt to make way for his blaster.

Benev looks up to him, a pained hissed escaping his lips as he does so. “Sending…a message.”

“Oh?” Rik says as he lazily points his blaster at Benev. “To that lady friend of yours?”

The young street slicer gave him a smile he never seen before. One that he himself often wore whenever he manages to get one over someone else. “Not exactly.”

Before he could ask any further questions the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly appear. Rik looks up, fear suddenly seizing his heart at the thought that the droid from before had somehow manage to repair itself. But no, these were different. There was more of them and at least two of them didn’t sound as heavy as the others. Anger swell within him as he looks back to Benev. Any notion of pity or mercy now gone from his heart.

Benev was still looking at him with a self-satisfied look.

“That was fast.” He said. “You should probably get out of here Rik. While you still can.”

Rik cursed underneath his breath as he struggles to decide to blast the little street rat or just make a run for it. The hall only has one entrance and if that get block with a small army of CSF officers he will be trapped. His blaster hand shook out of pure frustration of his predicament but in the end, he knew he didn’t have any time to waste.

“You better pray you die here.” He hissed as he lowers his weapon and hurried his way to the hall entrance.

Benev simply kept his smile on his lips as he watches him leaves. It felt good to get one over on Rik for a change. He wonders as his eyes starts to grow heavy, why he hadn’t done it before.

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