1. Nar Shaddaa
“Ok, we’re there,” Bultar said. She opened a trapdoor leading into a small alley. Carefully sticking her head out to check if no one was there she then made a signal to the others. “All clear.” She climbed out and pulled little Shamila up.
As Vhiran just made his way out, Shamila already stood looking around the corner of the alley. She could see the entrance of the building they had stayed in the distance. The two clone troopers and the ARC captain still stood there. One of them suddenly looked in her direction and approached her. With combat signals she had learned from her first Master, Loria Ashukahwa, she warned Vhiran and Bultar to stay back. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Bultar making several signals in reply and come closer. Quickly the young Padawan ran around the corner towards the clone. “Mister, mister!” she called out. “I’ve seen Jedi!” she continued when she came to a standstill before the trooper. “They went there.” Shamila pointed at the alley where Bultar and Vhiran hid.
“You sure, kid?” the clone asked.
Shamila nodded and looked up at him with her innocent eyes.
“Alright, how many of them were there?”
“Three, mister,” Shamila replied.
“Captain, think we got them,” the soldier called to the ARC captain.
Shamila saw the captain nodding, saying something into his comm-link and approaching them with the third trooper.
“Well done. You’re a good kid,” the clone said to Shamila. “You go to the building over there. Some soldiers will come and make sure you’ll be alright.”
Shamila put up her sweetest smile. “Thank you for protecting us, mister,” she said while making a polite bow and then sped to the building entrance past the approaching troopers.
Bultar stood with her back against the wall and with her lightsaber lifted above her head. The troopers drew closer. Swan lowered her hand and at the moment the first clone came around the corner the hilt of the saber struck him on the head and Bultar’s knee hit his stomach. She pulled the unconscious trooper into the alley. In the meanwhile, Shamila had turned around again. She jumped in the air and knocked out another clone with a fierce hit to his neck. The ARC captain turned to face her. In a few steps he had reached the girl and grabbed her arm before she could draw her lightsaber. “Little girls like you shouldn’t be risking their lives like this,” he said in an icy calm tone and gave her a punch to the head. Shamila staggered from the blow and as she softly fell to the ground she just felt the captain letting go of her arm. The ARC turned around a second time and prepared himself when he noted Bultar and Vhiran run around the corner. Sidestepping he avoided Bultar’s first blow and guarded a second with his arms crossed before his face. He then sidestepped again, planted his elbow in her stomach and moved his fist up to hit her in the face.
Through the connection he had with Bultar, Vhiran felt the pain of the blows, though not as severe as Bultar did. No other option is there then? While the pain faded, he quickly drew and ignited his lightsaber.