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                                                                     Lucien took a peek around the corner, and when no one was looking he darted down the hallway and into a small waiting room. Citizens of Dantooine looked up from whatever they were occupying themselves with while they waited to be seen by a doctor. Lucien walked casually through the hospital finding a solitary place to take the wraps off of his head. There was a small wound on the back of his head but it had closed up nicely. Lucien made it outside the hospital before they locked it down to begin their search for him. He saw a spaceport about a kilometer away, and he began making his way there. It took him no time to maneuver through the small town to the spaceport that was essentially the biggest building there. He ducked inside noticing a few Republic looking officials that seemed to be on alert. He made his way into the first hangar he could find, and began an attempt to slice the lock. He heard a familiar gruff voice behind him, “I thought you might come here.” Lucien turned and saw Kovolt and his padawan blocking his only viable exit.

                                                                     Lucien imagined he looked like a caged animal. He spoke low, “I guess you’re angry with me for dragging you into that fight back there.” Kovolt laughed, “You know the people have been begging Miila and I to find the Mandalorian raiders camp for quite some time, we couldn’t locate them. You took us right to them; I suppose I should thank you for that. We caught that thug Bralen, because of you.”  Lucien stood, dead still yielding no tells of whether he would fight or run. The Jedi were certain that he would do one or the other, Kovolt wasn’t too threatened by the young man however his apprentice wasn’t too sure, her hand remained very close to her lightsaber. “I know Kovolt, but I haven’t had the pleasure of your acquaintance young lady. I am Lucien Kane, and you are?” Lucien smiled, Kovolt smirked so slightly Lucien barely caught it, he knew what Lucien’s plan was, but he was testing his padawan. Kovolt encouraged the situation, “Come on Miila introduce yourself.” Lucien was a little puzzled; he hadn’t expected Kovolt to help him out with his little mind game. Miila spoke with certainty, “I am Miila Skao, are you going to come quietly or do we have to do this the hard way?” Lucien smiled, it was now or never, he dashed towards the padawan with ferocious speed. She pulled her lightsaber faster than Lucien had hoped she would, she was already bringing her green blade to bear by the time Lucien got within arm’s reach. He managed to get a hand on her saber and the real battle was on.

                                                                     Her first line of defense was a swift kick to the shins, but Lucien had spent years conditioning his entire body so he was able to take the blows. He twisted and turned the hilt every way he could to try and free it from her grasp, but she refused to be disarmed. It was as if she had something to prove to her master, but Lucien’s life depended on this escape. He dropped all his weight backwards and placed his foot in Miila’s solar plexus; he kicked her over his head and managed to maintain control of her lightsaber. Lucien fumbled with the metallic hilt and found the activator, but when he activated it the gyroscopic effect of the blade rendered the weapon nearly useless to him. He couldn’t get a handle on the weapon. It was so counterintuitive to a sword, and Lucien estimated that if he had never touched a sword in his life he might have been able to use the lightsaber effectively. Kovolt was stepping in to intervene activating his own blue lightsaber. Lucien rolled away from the Master to try and get a feel for the new weapon; he swung it a few times and managed to pull off a flourish.