Darkvizardking: and here is chap two

chap. 2

Ahsoka swallowed when they came down the ramp of the shuttle. The flight had been short and creepy. With the space between their cruiser and the strange vessel filled with ship and droid parts...and the other cruiser looking like some gigantic crab of smooth black steel...she was thoroughly crept out.

The hangar they had been guided into was surprisingly dark, making it impossible to judge how large it really was. She could see the men waiting for them though, a dozen feet away they stood, behind a rectangular steel table, waiting, they didn't even seem armed...

Eight in numbers they all wore the same sort of armour she'd seen on the warrior in the hologram. In such close proximity they were larger than she'd imagined, through the small vision slits in their helmets watched the approaching jedi impassively. Even through the force she felt their calm, calm with a blood lust barely perceivable under a wall of discipline.

His habit true Anakin took the lead, arrogantly marching right up to the men. They raised their hands as one when he was two steps away from them, silently ordering him to stop. "All five of you, weapons on the table." Ahsoka had difficulties telling which one of the eight that spoke. "Especially lightsabers."

"Just try it." Anakin growled back, making her flinch, oh force no...why did he always speak up first!?

"What Anakin here is trying to say..." Obi-Wan quickly said, stepping forward and putting a hand on Ahsoka's master's shoulder, making his shoulders drop. Why couldn't she ever succeed in calming him like that? "...is that we have compiled quite well to your demands so far, despite your unwarranted attack, as such we believe we could be trusted with personal weapons on a potentially hostile ship. After all, how much danger are we to you?"

"Weapons on the table." Came the words, this time spoken by all eight, eerily calm.

"A jedi is not defined by his weapon." Plo Koon replied, stepping up before the table and gently laying his lightsaber down upon it. "I do not like this, but it is a minor obstacle for such as us."

"We don't care, weapons, now." One of the eight growled, a hint of irritation entering his voice.

"I wasn't talking to you my friend." Plo said, looking up at Anakin until the man relented and with a loud sigh placed his own weapon upon the table.

With the situation now defused the others followed, putting their weapons down on the table, the eight mandalorian warriors watching, barely moving. Ahsoka forced herself not to frown too much as she dropped her own weapon unto the table, without it she felt...light.

Satisfied one of the warriors stepped away from the line and spoke up. "This way." He gestured at a door in the distance. "The elevator will take you to our commanders."

"You're not escorting us?" Kit Fisto asked, surprise in his voice.

"There is no need, now go, before they lose their patience."

Still compiling, they didn't have much of a choice considering their fleet being held hostage. The five jedi found themselves in a large elevator that seemed constructed to move cargo rather then people. The jolt of it surprised Ahsoka, it must move fast...she didn't want to know how deep into the strange ship they were by now.

"So perhaps we should adjust our plan of-" Obi-Wan begun.

Then the elevator stopped and opened, so fast that Ahsoka almost felt herself rising from the floor.

Before them a large circular room opened up, the room dominated by an equally circular table of black glass, ten chairs of black wood placed around it. Three of the chairs on the opposite side were occupied, and those drew all jedis eyes.

The first thing Ahsoka noticed was the force emanating from the three, enough for any jedi...and that they all wore the hooded cloaks of the jedi, the one in the centre sporting a dark robe far too reminiscent of a sith for Ahsoka's liking. The room was too dark to properly see anything but a hint of the faces under the hoods, though they were obviously watching the five jedi with interest.

"Please, sit." The tallest one sitting to the right said, nodding slightly towards the chairs on the opposite end of the table.

The jedi exchanged glances, then simply shrugged and sat down. Ahsoka grimaced at her own seat, far too tall chair legs...as always, at times she felt like such a child. When they finally were seated the one in the middle stirred, black robe rustling. "Now...why are you invading our territory?"

Ahsoka tensed instantly, invading!? "Hey! You're the ones who attacked us! We haven't done anything!"

Then she felt a hand on her shoulder as Anakin muttered: "Calm down snips." She shot him a glare...calm down!? He's saying that!?

The dark robed stranger bowed his head, an odd his escaping him. "This is the third time a fleet of yours have entered our territory...it is safe to say that you are invading us, or trying to at least." A snort escaped him.

A chuckle made Ahsoka turn her head to see Kit smiling. "Oh that? The other two were fleets of our enemies, we were in pursuit."

"You see, we're at civil war." Obi-Wan clarified. "The separatists moved here for some reason we're not aware of and we moved in pursuit, then we met you."

The leftmost figure, shorter than the others, turned to look at the others. Her voice was soft and small: "I sense no lies from them master."

"I...see." The taller of the brown robed women said, hesitant, she turned to look at the five jedi. "In that case...we offer our apologies." Reaching up she pulled her hood down, revealing the face of a dark-skinned woman with curly black hair, brown eyes soft. She glanced at the other two. "Surzin, Kana, if you please..."

"Yes master." The others mouthed, somewhat reluctant.

The small woman's downed hood revealed the face of a female twi'lek, her red face slightly tilted, eyes cast downwards. The other...Ahsoka had no idea what the thing was!

It reminded her of a trandoshan with a smaller snout, though black in skin colour and sporting ears that resembled the flipper of a fish. A pair of horns at the top of his skull curved backwards, framing a mane of white hair barely visible behind the slope of his forehead. And his mouth...it was a predatory thing whose corner teeth seemed uncomfortable large but a closer look reviled that it didn't have a lower aw and that wasn't it's mouth, It's mouth was underneath that looking like that of a humans, right above it the small snout wrinkled in what had to be a frown, a hint of smoke leaving it as he snorted at them.

"What is that?"

AN: yep, it ends here, a friend, like I said, brought this fic to my attention when the original writer took it down, so the first three chaps should look familiar to anyone who read this before, but now I will add my own twists, so be prepared.