Fiach wanted to make a break for it but knew she would have to wait for the effect of the electro-jabber to wear off.
Her thoughts stopped abruptly as Zane pushed her against a wall. Rough hands reached under Fiach’s travel cloak and Zane brought out Fiach’s lightsaber and examined it.
“What is this?”
Fiach tensed. “It’s just a hand-warming device,” she said
Zane shoved it back in Fiach’s belt. “Then I don’t need it. What’s this…?”
He’d found Fiach’s comlink. He pulled it out of its pouch, clearly recognising it for what it was.
“You won’t be needing this,” Zane said, holding it up.
Fiach knew she had to act fast.
A carved bust of a serene-looking woman sat on a high shelf over them. Fiach called on the Force. The bust rocketed to the edge of the shelf and flew off. It missed Zane by millimetres and crashed to the floor, sending chips of marble everywhere. Zane stared down at it in disbelief.
A door near them opened. A woman’s head appeared.
“Zane What’s going on? I’m trying to conduct a class.” Her gaze travelled over the broken bust.
“It fell,” Zane said. “An unfortunate accident. But here is a student for you. Keep your excellent eye on her – she’s a troublemaker.”
The woman cast a cool gaze over Fiach. Then she smiled. Fiach felt a chill move through her. The smile was eerily similar to Rita and Ken’s.
“There are no troublemakers here,” the woman said. “Come.”
Her thoughts stopped abruptly as Zane pushed her against a wall. Rough hands reached under Fiach’s travel cloak and Zane brought out Fiach’s lightsaber and examined it.
“What is this?”
Fiach tensed. “It’s just a hand-warming device,” she said
Zane shoved it back in Fiach’s belt. “Then I don’t need it. What’s this…?”
He’d found Fiach’s comlink. He pulled it out of its pouch, clearly recognising it for what it was.
“You won’t be needing this,” Zane said, holding it up.
Fiach knew she had to act fast.
A carved bust of a serene-looking woman sat on a high shelf over them. Fiach called on the Force. The bust rocketed to the edge of the shelf and flew off. It missed Zane by millimetres and crashed to the floor, sending chips of marble everywhere. Zane stared down at it in disbelief.
A door near them opened. A woman’s head appeared.
“Zane What’s going on? I’m trying to conduct a class.” Her gaze travelled over the broken bust.
“It fell,” Zane said. “An unfortunate accident. But here is a student for you. Keep your excellent eye on her – she’s a troublemaker.”
The woman cast a cool gaze over Fiach. Then she smiled. Fiach felt a chill move through her. The smile was eerily similar to Rita and Ken’s.
“There are no troublemakers here,” the woman said. “Come.”