Leiraya Moran sat alone in her force cage.

Not that this was a new state of being, as Davik's thugs had rather ingloriously tossed her in there a few days ago, and nobody showed any signs of letting her out. Or letting her sleep. Or really letting her eat, for that matter. She didn't really think her daily bottle of water counted as eating, but at least she wasn't dehydrated. Yet.

Of course, she thought, I really only have myself to blame. Step number one to toughing it out: admit responsibility. It was true that, had she remembered to perform all the security checks when she was hacking into Davik's system, she never would have been caught. It was a novice mistake, and she was paying for it. I at least got the codes… for all the good they're doing me.

She sighed and tried to make herself more comfortable. It was a nearly impossible venture, as force cages weren't designed for comfort. Her frustration, however, was curbed by a distraction.

The door was opening.

She quickly stood and straightened the icy green skirt that hung in voluminous folds to just below her knees, and brushed the dust from her fitted, sleeveless navy top and matching gauntlets. If it was another set of guards, she did not need to look as miserable as she felt.

Three people entered. One of them she recognized- Canderous Ordo, Davik's top man. It was odd, however, to see him with, well… anyone. Canderous, she had heard, was a loner. Too good to work with anyone else, or maybe the Mandalorian considered himself more honourable than the typical mercenary scum. His companions, however, were completely unfamiliar to her. There was one male, about six feet tall, she guessed. Dark hair, fair skin, overall decent looking. The female was shorter, also with dark hair, creamy skin, and brilliant blue eyes, and carried a lightsaber.

Ah. Jedi.

This was going to go over wonderfully.

It wasn't that Leiraya didn't like the Jedi. In fact, she was one of their Order, strictly speaking. It was more of a case of the majority of the Order disapproving of her particular branch of it. This disapproval could range anywhere from the shaking of heads to the outright disowning of her kind. She had no idea which school this one belonged to, yet, but things could get interesting.

Not seeing any point to continue with the staring competition, Leiraya spoke. "So, who are you, and what brings you to my humble abode?"

The male spoke first. "My name is Aiden Star… and we were told that you could give us the codes to the shields to the Ebon Hawk."

"Well, you sure jump straight to the point in a conversation. My name is Leiraya Moran, and I do, in fact, have the codes." She crossed her arms. "But you're going to have to take me with you if you want them."

The Jedi frowned. "Why is that? Can't you just give them to us, while we let you free?"

"Are you kidding me? I want off this planet. Davik will have all his thugs after me regardless, and I'd like to get some space between me and him." She smirked. "Besides, I don't have them written down, only memorized."

During this exchange, Aiden had taken the liberty of shutting down the force cage. "Now, I don't see any particular problem with bringing her along…"

The Jedi's eyes narrowed. "We do not need to have even more people tagging along, and I do not think-"

"You do not think what?" Leiraya's eyes narrowed, mirroring her expression. "That I'm trustworthy? That I'm worth the time?"

"Listen here, you…" the Jedi's hand dropped to her lightsaber, but Leiraya was faster. Quick as a flash, the lightsaber was in her hand.

"You know, people keep waving weapons around and expecting everyone else to comply." Leiraya looked over the weapon. "Nice construction and all, but do you really have to shove it in peoples' faces?"

"A Jedi does not shove a lightsaber in anyone's face. Besides, sometimes it is necessary to defend oneself."

"Necessary? I'm unarmed here, and you're talking about defending yourself?" Leiraya crossed her arms. "Somehow, I'm not buying your argument."

"I do not need you to 'buy' my argument, and even so, anyone with hands and feet is armed." Bastila looked dangerously close to using those weapons on Leiraya. Leiraya, on the other hand, looked as though she was gearing up for a lengthy debate, in spite of the fact that she was well aware that there was no time for arguing.

"Uhh… ladies?" Aiden's voice reminded them of where they were. They both turned to glare at him, and he had to consciously keep himself from taking a step backward. "Can we finish this later?"

The Jedi spoke first, keeping her tone neutral. "I expect that would be for the best. We really should move on."

Aiden, noting the continued resentful glares between the women, quickly responded. "Yes, yes we should." He turned on his heel and walked out the door, looking distinctly like he was trying not to look uncomfortable.

Annoyed counterarguments and insults continued to form in Leiraya's mind, screaming to be let out. However, the Jedi was correct in one respect- the sooner they left, the better. She could sense that something bad was brewing on the horizon, and sticking around would not be beneficial for anyone. Reluctantly, she handed the lightsaber back to the Jedi, who snatched it back rather ungraciously and followed directly behind Aiden and Canderous.

Shaking her head, Leiraya followed the trio out of her prison. That Aiden person, at least, seemed to be all right. Sprinting down the hall towards the hangar, she started to notice the building was shaking.

Shaking buildings were never a good sign.

Aiden had cracked into a security terminal, and was fiddling with something. "Got it," he announced with a degree of satisfaction. "Now let's get to that ship before this building decides it wants to do more than shake."

They ran into the hangar, but were stopped short by the sight of Calo Nord with Davik in his bright purple armour. Leiraya briefly wondered which fashion diva had designed it for him, but such thoughts were interrupted by the exchange between him and Aiden. Of course, getting out of here isn't going to be that easy.

Next thing she knew, Aiden thrust a few grenades at her. "Here, throw these."

"But-" she started to protest. She didn't suppose it was the best time to bring up the fact that she was a pacifist. Besides, the hangar was starting to fall apart around them, and living long enough to make it to the Hawk would be preferable. She shook her head and stared at the grenades blankly for a moment, not quite sure what to do with them. Fortunately, she was spared making that decision as Davik was shot down. Calo Nord, on the other hand, was not about to be taken down so quickly. He whipped out a thermal detonator and yelled something only half-coherent about taking everyone with him.

"Quick, run!" Aiden shouted and motioned for them to sprint as far away as possible. Nobody argued, and Calo let off the detonator. At least, he would have, had the ceiling not chosen that particular moment to fall on him. Crushed beneath durasteel girders, he was effectively dead. Seeing that nobody was a threat any longer, except for perhaps the orbital fleet that appeared to be blasting the planet to shreds, if what was happening to Davik's estate was any indication, Aiden ran to the ship.

Leiraya was close behind, and she sprinted to the small terminal next to the ship that controlled the hangar shield system. Punching in the code she had memorized from the databases before her incarceration, she couldn't help but wonder if the hangar would hold up long enough for them to exit it. Finally, the shields went down, and they all ran inside.

"Come on, we'll go pick up your friends, and then we have to get out of here." Canderous ran to take over the cockpit.

Leiraya made it on board, but stumbled a bit once she was inside. She grabbed a wall to keep her balance, but she was apparently about out of adrenaline. The lack of food and sleep was finally catching up with her.

Aiden saw this. "Ahh… do you need some place to lie down?"

"I think so, yes." She closed her eyes and nodded. "I haven't slept in a while."

"Well, come on, then." She took his proffered arm for support, and stumbled along as he searched the unfamiliar layout of the ship for something that looked like bunks. Finally finding something on the far side of the ship, she mumbled a few words of thanks before completely collapsing. She was dimly aware of Aiden's retreating footsteps and the roar of the ship's engines, but she fell asleep before she could even process what may possibly happen next.