Enigma Pt.2 - A Star Wars FanFic

Chapter 8- Prisoners

The afternoon sun made the already bright sand of Llanic even brighter- almost blinding. It tired Jolie and Evander's eyes, as they weren't used to it. It never bothered the corrupt inhabitants of the planet though.

They crept through the small town, keeping their heads down and their gazes harsh to fend off the locals. They passed cantina after cantina, which probably held more dangerous assets than just the alcohol.

After some time, they reached the supposed warehouse that was calling to them through the Force. Jolie's senses were tingling like an electric current- something she hadn't felt in a very long time. She did miss it sometimes.

"It's stronger here. What can you feel?" Evander whispered over his shoulder.

Jolie thought for a moment, closing her eyes and opening herself to the Force. "Nothing different. Like you said, it's stronger."

He nodded and they kept going.

"How are we going to get in there?" She asked as they neared a barbed wire fence surrounding the structure.

"I honestly have no idea," she replied, still whispering. Before Evander could say anything else, his comm rang.

"Flint! We could really use some help from that brain of yours," he said cheerily with a laugh. Jolie elbowed him so he'd keep it down.

"You guys need to get out of there," he said urgently. "The Separatists have control of Llanic, including the Llanic Spice Run. We are all in Separatist territory, and in danger, unless we get away from it."

Jolie leaned closer to the comm, fear suddenly residing in her lively eyes. "Does that mean Zhar too?"

"Yes. I did some digging and found a lot of information. From what I've gathered, there's a secret factory on Llanic making battle droids and storing lots of equipment," Evander and Jolie each looked up at the warehouse, suddenly connecting the dots. "They are preparing to go to Zhar next."

"We have to stop it!" Jolie exclaimed.

"We need to leave," Evander countered as he stood up from their hiding place.

Jolie grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. Evander freed himself from her surprisingly strong grasp. Before he could get up again, he saw her eyes. He'd seen them before- in his Master. Before she sacrificed herself so he could live, she had the same look. Desperation, love, courage to save what she held dear. For her it must be Zhar.

"Where are you?" Flint asked over the comm, breaking the tense moment. "According to scanners you're not on the ship."

"Yeah, 'cause we're not. We got this weird feeling from a warehouse past the town. I'm guessing this is the factory," Evander said grimly.

"Have you done anything at all to reveal that you're Jedi?" Flint asked.

Jolie squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. "Yeah, I did. What's the easiest way to get out of here?"

Before Flint could reply, the signal was cut off.

"Kriff," Evander cursed. The two of them suddenly stood and turned when they heard footsteps and metal clinging together.

"Think you could get away that easily?" It was the Togruta man from earlier. He was back with equally disgusting friends- all armed and with a vengeance. "You naive Jedi wizards," He seethed through broken teeth.

Evander's hand went to his side and rested on his lightsaber. Jolie's hand went to her belt where she kept the blaster and the knife she stole from him earlier.