1. Nar Shaddaa
“What in the blazes is this?!” Bultar narrowed her eyes. “Vhiran, look there.”
Vhiran moved his head to the small window of the empty apartment in the greatly abandoned area of the Refugee Sector. A squad consisting of four clone troopers and two Advanced Recon Commandos patrolled the empty streets. “Clones on Nar Shaddaa,” Vhiran hissed. “This isn’t looking good,” he continued and widened his eyes as the ARC captain made several gestures with his hands. Together with the one of the ARCs, two troopers entered the building while the others remained on watch outside. “They’re coming this way!” Vhiran quickly turned his head to face a young girl on the other side of the room. “Shamila, are all emergency preparations in readiness?”
“Everything set, Master,” the Padawan replied.
Vhiran nodded approvingly. Since their arrival on Nall Hutta’s moon one week ago, the three Jedi had prepared a series of well-hidden and complicated booby-traps in and around the apartment. Nothing that was lethal or would leave lasting damage, but enough to scare off or in the worst case knock unconscious any unwanted visitors, such as the ones they were about to get. Hopefully they’d prove their worth and buy them some time to escape. As Bultar knelt down, the troopers could be heard entering and searching through another apartment. She quickly opened a nearly invisible trapdoor. “You got everything?” she asked her companions as she got through the trapdoor. “We won’t be getting back here.” Shamila smiled at a silver feather she had attached to an improvised cloth necklace and quickly hid it under her robe. She jumped up and quickly got through the trapdoor. Vhiran picked up the rare cylinder shaped holocron he had been studying, followed Bultar and Shamila and closed the trapdoor above him. “Hide your lightsabers,” Bultar whispered to Shamila. She looked into the dark underground tunnel to let her eyes get used to the darkness there. A light explosion sounded from the hallway just outside their former apartment sounded, as the first of the booby-traps sprung. Then quick footsteps followed as the troopers continued their way. “Well, looks like they work,” Bultar said.
Vhiran looked over his shoulder and stopped to listen. The troopers stopped walking. Then the silence was broken by another explosion and the sound of gas escaping. “Something’s not right. It’s as if…” Vhiran paused a bit. “Keep moving!” he suddenly hissed. These troopers had discovered the traps and also knew how to take them out, fast. That meant they could probably find the trapdoor easily. The time to escape had significantly decreased and the three Jedi hurried their way through the tunnel.