There was a brief silence after the escape pod launched, all the Sith troopers aiming their blasters where the intruders had been. Too late now.

"Gah! The intruders are gone! Clear the floor!" A visibly frustrated Imperial officer storms into the hangar, barking orders. Soldiers begin dragging away their fallen comrades from the center of the hanger. “Lieutenant! Call in the medical corps!” The officer turns around and adjusts his uniform, perhaps nervously.

He silently motions for a comms trooper to approach after a moment. “Give me a line to User.”

Unknown to the busy Imperials, not all of the intruders are gone. At the edge of that very hanger, hidden behind some armaments crates is Jedi padawan Ko-Len Roond. Now stranded on the Harrower-class dreadnought ‘Red-Cloud’ with thousands of Sith troopers and probably a force-user or two.

“Druk!” She whispers an expletive to herself, she can literally feel the presence of her master as she grows more and more distant. The escape pod’s safe departure was only ensured by Ko-Len’s sabotage of the ship's fine-targeting infrastructure, but that detour also cost her only ticket off the warship.

“Now what?” A quick peek between the crates, the imps are all still unaware of the Jedi in their midst. “Can’t go the way master Ni did…”

Desperation claws at the edge of her thoughts, an emotion she knows she should master, not indulge. But she realizes that she only has until someone checks the security recordings before the ship’s crew realizes that a saboteer is unaccounted for.

What would grandmaster Shan do? She’d find another way off this ship.

“Can’t give up…” Ko-Len tells herself. She begins to formulate a plan...