Star Wars: Age of Peace - Chapter 1: The Disturbance

"I'm not leaving my bounty hunter with you," Weedo said. "He made me pay him half the bounty up front. If he stays, I stay."

The Mandalorian nodded and Weedo scoffed.
"Just give him the slaves so we can get out of he, huh?" Weedo said.

As the deal goes down the Jedi have already arrived on the planet. Greye and Demmos ask around the local hotspots and eventually track down where Reyuun has been hiding. They hide in secret behind a cluster of barrels a few feet form the cage housing the slaves.
"We need to stop this," Greye said, moving to run in.
"Not yet," Demmos said.
"We can't let them--"
"We won't," she said. "I have a plan."
Demmos led Greye back into the shadows where they would spring their trap.
Weedo rolled his eyes.
"How about we hurry this up," Weedo said. "I've got a bad feeling about this."

Greye, disguised as a slave, ignited his lightsaber, slicing through the chains holding the slaves and freeing them.
"Run!" he cried facing the underlings.
The Mandalorian reached for his lightsaber only to find it soaring from his side and into the free hand of Master Demmos who was already wielding her own green saber.
"Ah, ah, ah," Demmos said, igniting the blue saber. "This is a big girl toy."
The bounty hunter grunted and pulled out his blasters, firing at the Jedi. She blocked each of the incoming attacks. Greye did the same with the lasers coming from the underling's blasters.
"What now?" he called to his master.
"Don't get killed!" she shouted back.

Greye and Demmos were too caught up in the fight to notice the escaping slaver. The Toydarian began to flee as well.
"Greye!" Demmos shouted. "Weedo's getting away!"
Greye deflected one last blast and jumped to block the Toydarian's path. "You're not going anywhere," he said.
The bounty hunter got a lucky shot on Demmos' wrist and she dropped the blue saber. He swooped in and picked it up, igniting it. He ran at Demmos and the two clashed. Strike after strike the lightsabers sparked as Greye continued to deflect blaster shots while keeping Weedo at bay.
"The other slaves, where are you keeping them?" Greye demanded.
"I don't know what you are talking about," The Toydarian said.
Greye raised his hand and said, "You will tell me where the other slaves are."
"Ha!" Weedo laughed. "Your Jedi mind tricks don't work on me."
"Maybe this will."
He raised his hand again and Weedo felt his throat being crushed.
"O...Ok... Okay okay!" Weedo cried. "They're... being held... on station... over Bespin!"
Greye released his grip, breathing heavily.
Demmos dodged and blocked every attack from the bounty hunter. He was more skilled than she has anticipated.
"Greye!" she shouted. "Time to go!"
Her padawan leapt to her side and together they used the Force to fling the bounty hunter into the air and far enough away for them to make their escape with Weedo in tow.

Reyuun, in the midst of his escape notices that his holodisk is ringing. It's his brother.

A tall hooded figure appears on the hologram.
"Your brother is now in my custody," he said in his low toned voice. "I wish to arrange a meeting where we can discuss a reward his return to you."

"You misunderstand my intentions," the figure said, raising his hand and using the force to choke Reyuun despite the long distance between them. "I don't plan to use your brother to bait you."
The cockpit door of the ship opened and the hooded figure and Thagusa walked out behind Reyuuna.
"You will both bait the Jedi."

Meanwhile, the Sith continue to plan in secret. The hooded figure of Rectar Pholdarn entered the chamber and knelt before Darth Kronus.

"Please," said the insane Sith Lord. "Call me Deveste. Darth Deveste."

"A suggestion, I have, Lord Kronus," Deveste said, half mockingly, with a smile. "A rogue Sith is hunting a pair of young Jedi. He's using a couple of slavers as bait. If the Jedi encounter him, it would be detrimental to our plans. However, this may work in our favor. If the Jedi learn that the pair is in danger they will send reinforcements, leaving the Temple more vulnerable to attack. I suggest you send your apprentice Tartarus after the rogue Sith to put an end to any stray Jedi who come to their aid. Assuming, of course, you have no great use for him."

"I'm glad you agree, Lord Kronus," Deveste said with a grin. "I do hope that Master Frey will be at the Temple."
"<What's so special about Frey?>" asked the wookiee.
"Oh nothing," Deveste said. "I just wanna hurt her... really... really badly."

The red lightsaber from Deveste's belt flew away from him and ignited pointing itself at Tartarus' throat.
"What was that?" Deveste asked approaching the floating lightsaber at the Rodian's throat. "Surely I didn't hear doubt in that pitiful voice of yours. You know, the last time someone underestimated me I gutted him. And that someone was a 3 story tall Rancor. So unless you like the feeling of every molecule of your body being disintegrated at once, I suggest you keep that revolting little mouth of yours shut!"

Deveste deactivated his saber. "But of course, Lord Kronus," he said. "My apologies."
"The troops are ready to move," said RS-X13, coming into the room. "I believe the time has come."

Demmos and Greye take off from Sriluur with Weedo as their captive.
"Report," said a holographic Master Torn.
"We got a Toydarian slaver named Weedo," Demmos said. "Unfortunately, Reeyun had the aid of a bounty hunter with a reputation for hunting Jedi and got away."
"That is unfortunate," Master Torn agreed. "Well, bring the Toydarian to the Union prison. We'll have to devise a new plan to go after the others."
"Any news on the Sith?" Demmos asked.
"Apparently a Sith Lord broke Thagusa out of prison," Torn explained.
"What?" Greye and Demmos said simultaneously.
"We're working on figuring out where they went, but until then we're asking that all Jedi lay low. The Union suspects a fallen Jedi."
"They can't be serious," Greye said.
"I'm afraid they are," Torn said. "The whole temple is under investigation."
"We're heading back now," Demmos said. "We'll be there soon."
"Hurry," Torn said, signing off.
"The Union is investigating the Jedi?" Greye asked.
"This isn't good," Demmos said.
Suddenly, the holodisk began ringing again and two unconscious Twi'leks lays in the cockpit of a ship with a hooded figure at the wheel.
"Greetings, Jedi," said the hooded man. "I have an offer for you."
"Who is this?" Demmos asked.
"I believe that the slavers behind me are of great value to you." The mystery man's voice was deep and scratchy. "I have taken them to the planet of Lothal. You have one rotation to come and claim them or they die and the whereabouts of your padawan's family dies with them."
"They know... where my family is?" Greye said.
"Greye," Demmos said. "This is clearly a trap."
"We can't let him kill them," Greye said. "I have to find them!"
"You have one rotation," The figure said before the call was cut off.
"We have to go to Lothal," Greye said.
"Greye..."
"This is why we've been hunting down slavers, right? To free slaves."
"And the fact that these slaves have a blood relation to you has nothing to do with it?"
"They're my family Demmos."
"You're too close to this, we need to speak with the Council."
"There's no time! We have to find them."
Demmos sighed. "Fine, but don't say I didn't tell you so."
The Jedi master plotted a course for Lothal and the two were off.

Meanwhile, back at the Temple, training continues.
The padawans focused on meditation and channeling the force through their minds and levitating small boxes under the guidance of Master Frey and Gutta.

"Cortelia Frey, I presume?" General Tarkhil asked. "Please, have a seat."