"This is the reason that I...don't...travel...common." Demona snarled through clinched teeth at her brother. He once again rolled his eyes at her complaint. One of the Crimson Wolves that was assigned to keep a irritating close watch over them, had made yet another pass. He had to agree with his sister, it was becoming rather annoying.

He suspected it was meant to intimidate more than actually watch them. To a assassin it was a joke. He could have easily taken them both out singlehandedly, and without any passengers getting hurt in the process. Something he wanted to avoid if at all possible. If his sister chose to take matters into her own hands...well, lets just say, nobody wants to die that way and leave it at that.

The main door of the cargo bay was left open for ventilation. It was wise to move all the hostages. It was much easier to keep an eye on them there. No one was foolish enough to get to close to the exit. Not for fear of what might happen to them by their captors. No, the real danger came from the local wildlife that inhabited the area. Even if they fought their was to freedom, they wold still have to face another danger.

All the same, they didn't need to push the issue. He suspected that the Baron wasn't stupid enough to bring harm to him or his sister. It is not wise to piss off a Clan of assassin, and make no mistake,

his Clan would seek vengeance.

This wasn't the first time that competitors have gone after the same target, nor would it be the last time. There was a certain code of conduct in these kinds of situations. They had declared their intentions first so to speak, so he had no choice but to wait and see what the out come would be. Though, he didn't consider these gutter trash competitors, he would hold to the code for reasons of honor, if nothing else. Even if others in his line of work didn't.

As one of them made another pass, Demona decided she had enough of it. Time to play. She gave the man a seductive look that said "I'm going to eat you." as she slid the tip of her tongue across her upper lip, and traced small circles across her right breast. It made the nipple underneath the thin cloth of her top become more prominent. The said man shuddered, flinched and gulped in one fluid motion. He quickly greatened the distance between him and her, as he passed.

"How is it that you cam make a a seasons Mercenary put his tail between his legs with just a look?"

"Trade secrets, dear brother...trade secrets." She patter her broth on the cheek, as she said it.

Before he could retort, his datapad that had the Contract on it started to vibrate, to signal an update was being added. He quickly scanned over the newly added data and cursed himself for ever accepting this damn contract.

"I swear that when we get paid I'm going to kill this bitch just to rid the Galaxy of her annoyance."

"And just what makes you think that it's a woman?"

"Because, a man would have made the damn contract and stuck with it , instead of changing his mind every five fucking seconds. Thats why!"

"She's hiding behind that Bonus Clause isn't she?" Demona had to agree with her brother on this one. It was obvious that who ever put out this contract, was a first timer. Whatever that Jedi did to piss off her, it must have been major. And recently.

"Well, are you going to tell me what she wants done now?"

"You'll like this part, The means of her demise have changed."

"Don't tease me." Demona's mouth started to water, as new and creative ideas formed in her mind.

"Wouldn't dream of it. According to this she is to be, and I quote: Tortured both mentally and physically, To suffer every indignity that her body can endure until she loses both her identity and sanity. Then and only then is she to be killed."

"Oooo...it's like a birthday present, just for me. I don't see the problem?"

"Were not allowed to do that to her. She was someone in mind for the deed. Our job or should I say, your job is to make him do it to her."

"Who?"

"The boy."

"Whoa...and people say I'm a sadistic bitch."

"No different than what that bastard has planned for her." Gerik jerked his thumb in the direction that the Barron had escorted who he suspected was little Bastila's mother.

"Well...your just a fountain of information today. Care to share with your favorite sister." Demona asked in a fake sweet voice, as she batted her eyes.

"Your my only sister." He corrected her. She puffed out her lower lip and tilted her head slightly to the left. Dammit

"I,'ve made contact with the Black Raven. Their not more that a few miles from here, hiding in a small lake. Davon had some interesting things to say about our good friend the Baron." He rolled his eyes at the last part. A self imposed title is no title at all. He was as much a Baron as Gerik was the Supreme Chancellor.

"You mean other than sodomizing that girls mother right about now." Whether he liked it or not, Demona was probable right on target with than assessment. The woman would probably do anything to save her daughter. The Baron was most likely was putting that to the test, as they spoke.

"You would know what indignities a mother would endure for their child." Demona's eyes widened, if only for a second. Does he know? Then her face was back in place, as to give nothing away.

"Well, he ain't as pretty as he once was. Money and power will only get you so far."

"I hope he keeps his mask on. I heard what he did to the Twi'lek that cringed when she saw his face." This made Demona start to chuckle to herself.

"You find that funny?"

"Sorry, I just got a mental picture of him...doing it, with the mask on."

"Were getting off subject." Gerik rolled his eyes yet again.

"Okay, what is big, shiny, and ugly planning to do to our target?"

"Lets just say that for enough credits you can view and bide on what they do to her. Their's quite the bidding war going on right now, on the HoloNet. Apparently, Zaxon isn't the only one that wants a piece of that pretty little Jedi."

"That's Brilliant! Why didn't I think of that? With that and the killing he's going to make in the HoloVid market. He will more that triple the bonus that Zaxon put on her."

"I think he got that idea from Zaxon. Plus, if the Jedi ever get wind of it, he would be the perfect scapegoat."

"Please, tell me that were not letting him take our target?" His mind went to Helena Shan. No, that pile of pudda had no honor, so he deserved none in return.

"We shale play the waiting game. When she's depleted his men and her reserve...then we strike."

A cold smile slid across Demona's face. She was continued to make plans, as what to do with her soon to be toy. The boy...that would be a challenge...to make a Jedi do that to another Jedi. She grinned broadly as an evil idea struck her. It would be tricky, but it could work. After all, it was done to her. It was only fitting that she share the knowledge, for the next generation. Something told her that the boy had potential. It was in the eyes...he was a predator, just like her.

Gerik saw the wheels in his sisters mind turning and it sent a chill down his spine. He wondered if he should just kill the poor girl and be done with it. Did he really want to have his Clan associated with this kind of debauchery. What if he just let Demona have this last indulgence? Would she have finally gotten the need to torture out of her system, or would it just push her even lower? Would he truly loose his little sister forever? Then, there was the boy, what was his connection to all of this? Was he just another victim...or was he the real target? Would they be making a even worse version of his sister. He commanded the 'force' also, that was something not to be taken lightly.

"What have I gotten us into?" Gerik whispered to himself. He looked over at Bastila for what seemed like the hundredth time since the Baron threatened to kill her. He felt a need to protect her. Though, he had just met her, he was very fond of her, she just had a way of getting under your skin. She was an innocent He knew that he wasn't a good man, oh no, far from it. That didn't mean to say that he was a evil man.. If he truly was a man with honor, like he believed, how could he just stand aside and let her die.

Helena was finding it hard to walk properly as she returned to her husband and daughter. She hoped that time and a lot of Toresian Ale would burn the memory of the last twenty minutes from her mind. She prayed that nether of them would ever have to know what she had to do. She had hoped to trade her life, for her daughters. She should have know it wouldn't be that easy. He may have been able to speak elegantly and project a certain level of charm, but in the end...in a cold secluded room...he was just another beast. He had a hunger to feed and her body was to be his meal. He savagely took what he wanted and never gave it another thought.

She never cried out...never begged for mercy...never bowed her head to him. She looked him in the eye...or the mask anyway. She was Helena Shan...wife...mother...No bottom-feeder-mercenary-trash was going to take that from her. Her spirit may have still been strong, but the body was on the verge of collapsing. Yet, she still pushed on forward. Bruises and torn flesh would heal in time. Her Bastila needed her now.

She never heard the snicker of the woman that leaned into her brother and whispered.

"Told Ya."

When she came upon Bastila she was still trying to heal her father. The poor thing look exhausted. Helena carefully sat down on the floor with her daughter. Trying her best not to wince as she did to.

"How is he doing sweetheart?" Bastila didn't answer. She just kept trying to heal him. Helena gently put her hand on Bastila's shoulder to let her know that she was there. She immediately tensed up, but after a second or two she relaxed. Then she quickly turned around and lunged into her mothers arms and buried her face into her chest and cried. Helena was forced to grind her teeth to stop from crying out in pain.

"I-it...w-won't...work...w-why w-won't it work? I-I...t-tried...I-I...p-promise...W-why w-won't I-it...w-work?"

"Shhh...shhh, Daddy's just taking a little nap, thats all. When he waked up, he will be as right as rain, I promise. You just rest now...that's it sweetheart...close your eyes and rest. Everything will be alright."

"Promise?"

"Promise"

Atris watched Revan speed off to help Arren. She then looked at Malak and said. "I got a bad feeling things are going to get worse, before there going to get better." The cocking of a heavy repeater rifle told her she was right.

"Dammit! I should have bound them while you were healing Revan." Malak told Atris as they both activated their lightsabers.

"You Think!" Atris answered, as they took a back to back formation. Only four of them had managed to wake back up. But, they had them surrounded and this time they were keeping their distance. They weren't going to fall for the same trick twice.

"Drop the glow sticks, your no good to me dead." The leader said as he eyed Atris. "It would be a waist of good flesh."

"What, so you can turn him into a slave and me into one of your whores...I think not." Atris spat back at him in disgust. The way that he was looking at her made her want to peal her skin off. She knew very well what would happen to a female Jedi if they were captured. They were told and trained on how to deal with that possibility. She was fairly sure she could handle it, however that didn't mean that she was ready to find out anytime soon.

"Well, not right away. In a few years, and some...conditioning...you'll make me a lot of credits."

"Or, you could just crawl back under that pile of rancor pudda that you came from, and we can call it a day." Jaden...where are you?

"What, no death threats? Thats what you types usually go with. In the end, you're always screaming my name and moaning like the whore that you alway were meant to be."

"I'm going to give you just one chance to surrender. I strongly suggest that you take it." She was met with a round a laughing. Atris signed. "Well it was worth a shot." Then she dropped her lightsaber on the ground and raised her hands. As moment later Malak did the same.

"Really? I thought you would have put up more of a fight than this."

"No...we just needed to free up our hands. NOW!" In unison, Atris and Malak reached out with the force and relived the crimson Wolves of their weapons. The rifles flew together just above Atris's head. She made a fist and the weapons bent and twisted until they formed a roughly shaped ball. Atris brought two fingers to her lips and with a fake sweet voice said.

"Oops! Did I do that?" Without loosing a beat the wolves withdrew their vibroblades, and making a mental note to keep a firm grip on them. The discarded lightsabers flew into the Jedi's hands. She had waited till they had dropped their guard before the Jedi made her move. Nicely played girl...nicely played. What remained of their rifles was lowered directly in front of Atris. The smirk on her face just adding insult to injury.

"You can have this back." With a lazy wave of her hand, the mangles rifles flew at him. He just barely managed to dive out of the way. Atris charged at the one nearest to her, as did Malak. Lightsabers clashed against vibroblades as the two Jedi engaged in their first true battle. Before it was just practice and their was no real danger. Now it was real...now, it was life or death.

Atris rolled out of the way of a downward strike and countered with a strike to the back. The wolf avoided it, if just barely. A series of attacks and blocks followed. As it pressed on, the speed of the attacks increased with little sign of letting up. Surprisingly, it was Atris that was the aggressor. She wasn't stronger, but she was defiantly faster. The force could help her with that even more. Her heart was beating faster as the adrenaline was pumping through her body, or was it her Echani side finally awakening. She didn't care, she like the feeling none the less. Then, all the Jedi that had became one with the force came to mind. It drove her all the more.

The leader of the Strike Team looked back to see that the ball of now scrap metal was embedded into the side or a building. He was grateful that he was able to dodge it. If it had hit him he was sure it would have killed him. These Jedi weren't playing around. They were more aggressive that any he had ever encountered before. Was it because they were so young? They didn't have the control that older Jedi did, but that didn't make they any less deadly.

Then he remembered how the explosion had affected the other one. He felt it and knew that his fellow Jedi were dead or hurt. These two must have felt it too. So, I guess Jedi aren't above revenge after all.

What remained of his team was holding their own, but not for long. The color of their lightsabers were but a blur. His men couldn't match the Jedi's speed and agility. The bald boy was fighting two and still he had them out classed. It accrued to him to late that rarely did people put up a fight against them. They usually just bowed their heads and accept defeat. Peace through superior fire power. They had expected the Jedi to try peaceful diplomacy, as they always did in the past. They had under estimated these young ones and now were paying the price.

They may have been young and experienced, but they were also skilled, aggressive and most defiantly out for blood. It was time to get the hell off this planet. He knew that the Baron would kill him for his failure. He knew that his days as a Crimson Wolf were over, but he was a survivor and survive he would.

He activated his stealth generator and ran into the village. Evey time he turned a corner he saw some of his men face down in the street. They were all taken out and by a bunch of kids no less. He never saw the shadow of someone on the roof top keeping pace with him. He should have known that his stealth generator was no use against Jedi. He recognized one of the men sticking halfway out of a overhang was from the team of snipers. He looked up to see a lone figure looking right at him. The figure gave him a little wave as to say "Gotcha!"

He turned to run for the last speeder bike. It was his only hope, he would have to get it at all cost. He threw a grenade at a window of a near by building, hopped the Jedi would do the hero thing and try to protect the people of the village. The grenade bounced of some unseen and flew back at him. If it wasn't that he was in a full run, he would have been killed. As it was, he was just thrown a few feet.

Years of experience had taught him how to take a fall. He rolled with it and was back on his feet without losing a beat. He didn't bother to look back, running full out to get to the last speeder. He rounded a corner and saw it. Twenty...fifteen...ten feet away, he was going to make it. He was just about to mount it when he was has hit in the chest by a boot and went flying. As he pulled himself up, he saw another Jedi leaning casually against the bike waving his finger in a no-no manner. His head was bent down, so he couldn't see his face and his mop of long red hair didn't help ether. Just a small batch of his hair was still in what was holding his ponytail.

"You broke the first rule of being a bully slaver." Said his rooftop follower. By the look of his cloths and hair, he had been in more than a few battles.

"Yeah...whats that runt?"

"Never pick a fight you can't win." Jaden slowly lifted his head and gave a predatory smile that Revan would have been proud of. Both of their eyes widened in shock, as they got a good look at each other, for the first time.

"Boy!"

"Rapist!"

Atris just took down the slaver she was fighting, when she heard Jadens yell. She turned to see them circling each other. This wasn't the first time that she had seen Jaden mad, nor would it be the last. What would stick in her mind for years to come was the pure unyielding hate he had in his eyes. The need to hurt...to kill...it was in the very air around him.

The word rapist sounded in her head and all the pieces fell into place. All his self loathing, how he never talked about his life before he met Revan. How he would avoid the subject of his mother and father like the plague. It broke her heart that he couldn't see himself as she saw him.

"Is that what Neka told you?"

"Don't you dare say her name! Never say her name rapist!" Jaden spat at him.

"Now, is that anyway to talk to your father?"

"You may have infected her with your seed, but you will never be my father!"

"Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

"Yes, and if I could peal the flesh from my face I would in a heartbeat."

"You come from fine Mandilorian stock. You should be proud."

"Proud of what! That you killed a good man...a better man than some piece of shit like you could ever hope to be. He should have been my father! He was good, kind, loving and noble. Everything your not!"

"Ah...you gotta love the spoils of war."

"She was a person! A person with hopes and dreams. She had a good life, then you came and turned her dream into a nightmare!"

"Yet, she still gave birth to you knowing that my blood runs through your veins."

"So did hers." Jaden snarled as he ignited his lightsaber. He was done talking with this piece of shit.

"You really think you can take me boy?"

"One of us is going to die finding out!" With that Jaden charged.

"Am I going to have any problems from the two of you?" Baron Kallador asked Gerik, as he entered the cargo hold that they were keeping the hostages in. Demona answered first.

"That depends...the accommodation here are appalling...I do have standards, you know."

"In less than an hour we will be gone, so until then, you'll just have to suck it up."

"What? Your not going to ransom us?"

"No. I have mo desire to make your Clan my enemy. Though, I may take a few toys with me. Rest assured, you will not be among them." Gerik saw Kallador head turn to look in the direction of Helena and Bastila. He clenched his fist. Demona saw it and placed her hand on his. She leaned over her brother, so that she could hide the act from the good Baron. She let enough cleavage show, so that he would be distracted. Bingo! Men are so week.

"Haven't you deviled that woman enough for one day?"

"She has a very high pain threshold and an amazing body. I intend to test it's limits, not that you have any say in the matter."

"You shouldn't over wind your toys."

"I'll take that under advisement. Now, if you will excuse me, I have unfinished business to tend to. " Kallador walked away in the direction of Helena Shan.

"Don't you grow a conscience on me now." Demona hissed at Gerik. He glared back at her with an unreadable face. Baron Kallador stopped and told a few of his men to keep a close eye on Gerik and Demona, before continuing on to Helena.

"Now, isn't this a pretty little mother and daughter moment." Helena snapped her head at the sound of the voice that now made her skin crawl like no other.

"What do you want?" She growled at him. Her eyes shotting daggers at him, as Bastila sleep peacefully in her arms. He smiled behind his mask. Time to learn your place bitch.

"We have unfinished business." He reached down and ripped Bastila from her mothers arms. The child let out a scream from being awaken in such a manner.

"NOOO! YOU BASTARD1 WE HADE A DEAL!" Helena screamed as she sprung to her feet. A surprising feat considering her injuries. She ignored the pain, she would deal with it later, if there was a later. Bastila was held one handed high above Kallador as her mother tried franticly to reach her. All the while The Baron was laughing at her. Bastila saw her mother desperately reaching for her and calling the Baron words that she never heard coming out of her mouth before. Most of them, she didn't know the meaning of, but by the way her mother was screaming them, she guest they weren't nice ones.

Kallador grabbed Helena by the throat and lifted her, as her feet dangled off the floor. She scratched at his armored hand, in a desperate attempt to break free.

"Not our fight...brother." Demona hissed at Gerik as he moved forward. Demona moved in front of him, as to block the scene from his view. She looked into his eyes as his new found conscience battled with his logic for dominance. His body relaxed, as the latter won in the end, though only by a sliver.

Behind Demona's back Helena's struggle lessoned as her air supply ran out. Only when her arms fell to her sides and her eyes started to roll to the back of her head, did Kallador loosen his grip. He didn't want her to pass out just yet. He pulled her to him,so her face was but inched from his mask.

"Did you really think that you could offer me, what I could easily take." Helena eyes widened in fear.

" I will keep my word though, I and none that I command will kill your daughter." He pulled her closer, till the tip of her nose was touching his mask."

"But...I never said that we would protect her...did I?"

"What?"

"I'm freeing your daughter." He then looked up at Bastila. "Mommy took it like a pro so you could be free."

"Shut up!" Helena begged.

"But, don't you want your daughter to know just kind of mother you are?"

"Have you no decency at all?"

"I would think you would have figured that out by now." He threw Bastila to one of his men. "Take her to the perimeter. I have no more use of this thing."

"Mommy!"

"If I was you, I would start to running. The Kath hounds in the area are very hunger."

"NOOO!" Helena Shan screamed as her daughter was carried away. He started squeezing her throat again. As hard as she tried, she couldn't break his grip. Before everything with black he whispered.

"You belong to me now slave. If your husband ever wakes up...I might let him watch."

A/N: O.K. This chapter is a little dark. I had a more graphic version, but I deleted it because...well we'll just say personal reasons. I know some very strong women and felt that it was disrespecting them. I know some may think it's a cop-out, but it's my story so Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz!