The Feeorin led them through the camp. By the looks, it was a relatively new site, as minimal signs of a prolonged encampment were present. During a protracted stay, there would be slightly worn pathways leading to and from regularly visited places within the camp. The site still had a fresh scent, not lingering smells of burned wood or even the dank musky smell of a collection of races present.

   "How long have you been at this site, Dorov?" Kiani questioned.

   "Not long, maybe a week?" He replied. "We try not to stay in one place too long. Those Mandos are relentless in their pursuit of rounding all of us up or killing us. Whichever suits the desires of their All-Powerful Shutta of a General." He added.

   What he said made sense to Kiani. Her Master had instructed her more than a few times on the necessity of moving a base site randomly to lessen the risk of being caught. Still, something didn't add up in her mind. The proximity of this campsite was close to the supposedly occupied city. The openness of the campsite, even with the camouflaged netting that resembled the ground, could easily be spotted from low-flying fighters.

   "Your contact is very well known to us. She has been a great asset in gaining information from within the highest levels of the occupation forces." Dorov said as he stopped before a solid structure that seemed out of place with the newly manufactured ones all around.

   Then it hit her like a maddened Bantha. "Quinn, it's a trap!"  she shouted as she summoned her lightsabers.

   Everything around here was newly furbished and orderly. Even the uniforms on the 'Resistance fighters' were new. A cadre of people would be wearing whatever they could or had on them at the time. Everyone seemed too clean to run around all over the place, trying to keep one step ahead of Mando's, who were looking for them daily.

   She turned away from Dorov to face the five men travelling behind them as she simultaneously ignited her viridian lightsabers. She had turned so quickly that the men jumped back in surprise, which played to her advantage as she moved her right hand forward with two fingers extended and used the Force to push them away violently. None of them had any time to react except to fall backwards.

   This, however, wasn't the case for the twenty men that seemed to appear from out of nowhere wearing various color-schemed Mandalorian armor. "Drop the lightsticks, Jetti, or we'll drop you!"

   The feeling of unease that Kiani felt was not well hidden from Quinn, and while he had felt confident about the mission and their current situation not a few moments ago, he began to feel that there wasn't something right as well. Pre-fabs like those here wouldn't be too hard to build relatively quickly but transporting them was another story. So far, he hadn't seen one speeder or tank, or for that matter anything capable of carrying the prefabricated buildings in their base forms of scrap and bolts. Quinn eased his hand covertly down to his pistol, careful to ensure the long strides of his gait didn't change and the appearance of his movement didn't catch too many eyes.

   Advanced gear, clean uniforms, and even larger, more permanent prefabricated complexes dotted the area now, a sign that these men had not been here for merely a week. Whoever these men were, they couldn't be Rebels. Quinn wished to communicate this to Kiani, but instead he berated himself for not having seen it sooner. The more experienced guards, the fact that some of these people were skittish, likely whoever was in charge had forced what was left of the rebels to work for them under penalty of death for them or their families. Barbaric, cunning, but completely and utterly wrong in every sense of the word.

   Quinn had done his fair share of kidnapping in the past, but never on this scale for this particular purpose, and he had never once harmed a captive. These men, Quinn doubted if they cared whether they killed two Jedi or not, though Dorov seemed to be less impressed with him than he was with Kiani. The Gurlanin shook that off though, he was usually quite calm and collected, if a bit stir crazy at times, but with everything that had happened today his nerves were charged, the tension was palpable, and he could hardly contain his emotions for much longer. He was near to knighthood true, but even the council would understand his emotional duress in this situation, especially with the knowledge they were about to walk right into the hornets' nest.

   The shapeshifter tried to decipher a way out of this mess, tried to calculate their odds of running and gunning their way out of this encampment. Although they were in a sizable cave, it didn't offer enough terrain for them to get out. While he might be able to shift into some creature that could pad around the area with ease, even walk on the ceiling, Kiani didn't have that luxury. Being polymorphic he might be able to make a saddle on his back for her, but even then, their chances of escape were slim. Before he could even communicate all of this to Kiani the enemy made their move, and she screamed out that it was a trap.

   As soon as they had all sprang into action Quinn leaped into the fray, namely with Dorov. His days as a spy, assassin, and thief so long ago came in handy then, for he was still quite adept at grappling and backstabbing techniques. His initial grip on the Feeorin almost caught hold, but the Mandalorian, for that was what Dorov and the others revealed themselves to be, brought up a counter of his own. The two seemed to dance there, their hands and legs locked in a fury fight to gain dominance. Dorov's pure strength was overwhelming, and even though Quinn made minor shifts in his shape and size, even his dexterous, wiry strength couldn't beat that of the Mandalorian.

   So instead of attempting to continue their grappling match, Quinn drew the pistol and shoved it deep into the Mandolorian's side and pulled the trigger once. The bolt traveled through flesh and pierce the bone of his hip, struck with such fury that it nearly broke the joint entirely. I did, however, cause enough pain for Quinn to gain the upper hand. As he brought his pistol up to the man's chest, however, the other Mandalorians played their masterstroke move and prepared to gun down Kiani. Even if he had his ship, he doubted it could withstand the brunt of the assault from twenty or more custom Mandalorian rifles. The Gurlanin growled, a deep, feral growl that told of his frustration as he pulled the weapon away and backed off, the pistol going directly into its holster as he glanced around.

   Too many, even if he had perfect aim to shoot through their vizors he knew there were too many for them to handle. Force Barriers aside, there was no way he and Kiani would be able to take them all, not when surrounded like this. The howl of pain the leaked from the angry maw of the Feeorin was enough for Quinn though, as he knew the pain would last as long as it took for the bacta these men and women had to heal it, and even then, Dorvo would likely live with a permanent limp. Not that he would live long enough to get much use out of it though, or so Quinn secretly hoped.

   "Kiani, put the lightsabers back on your belt," Quinn ordered as he began to slowly kneel to the ground, hands above his head as five Mandalorians advanced on him. He had to maintain the illusion that he was a Knight already and was her master, and while the two were comparable in age and abilities, in different ways at least, the Gurlanin could appear any age he wished, and it seemed that the Mandalorians thought the same way, for even more Mandalorians shifted their attention from her to the Shapeshifter.

   "I wish I could kill you now," growled Dorov as he was lifted to his feet, or at least supported up on his wounded side. "But I need information, and the Sith will be happy to know that two of theirs were killed by two Jedi... Maybe we'll have fun with the girl, eh? I'm sure she'll enjoy it. Maybe we'll even let you watch Gurlanin, I hear to break a Jedi Knight who is the master of an apprentice is a most sweet sight to see."

   Something in Quinn snapped then, the idea that these men would rape and torture Kiani was too much for him, and likely too much for anyone to handle. But to him the comment cut into his heart like a lightsaber through paper, and he wouldn't let that happen. A wave of energy suddenly rolled off of Quinn, and before he could stop himself it tossed a number of them aside, including Dorov who again shrieked in pain. It wasn't enough for him though; Quinn just as Quickly took hold of his pistol before he felt like a stone had struck his head with extreme force. He fell to the ground, unable to stay upright. Even as he struggled on all fours to stand backup, he felt the butt of a rifle slam against his skull again and the darkness began to take over.

   The last thing he saw before he went unconscious was the beautiful cyan eyes of Kiani.