Ni-Tao's action was fast. Too fast. Before Jerill realised what happened, he was lying on the ground, his legs literally cut out from under him. Jerill knew now he should not have left himself defenceless like that. How many times had he taught Imalka about the same thing? He put his head back against the ground, rain pounding down on his face, feeling humiliated. Feeling hatred toward himself and the Jedi he nearly killed. "Go ahead, Jedi. Kill me. That's what you want, isn't it? To kill the murderer and traitor? Finish it." the passageway Slader ganced back momentarily, seeing how good this boy was. He peered around a corner only to be forced back with blaster fire. "Stang!" he cursed, pressing the Queen against the wall where she would be relatively safe. They were surrounded. The hangar was close, but too far under these circumstances. He fired a couple of shots to discourage anyone from getting close and pulled out his comlink. "Avin, we could use some help here." elsewhere Avin's group of loyals had disabled or killed all the disloyals at the door and were begining to enter the passage when Slader called. "Sir, where are you?" Avin asked. "Nearly to the hangar, but we're cut off." "I sent some men that way, they should be getting to you soon. We just got through to the room you were blockaded in." "Make it quick. I'm running out of shots." "Yes, Sir." the Hangar Imalka and the guards he was with had no problem with the hangar. Nobody was there. "Mother?" he called out, hoping she was there already, safe. But, the loyal guards searched the hangar and found nobody.