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“We’re trapped!” A rathtar appears, rushing towards Jedi Kaneki and Jedi Master Arima.
Their padawans – Suzuya and a group who’ve named themselves the Quinxes – prepare their lightsabers.
“You’ll never survive,” growls a voice. The Sith-in-training, Kaiko, emerges. Force-Lightning shoots out of his fingertips.
“We’re surrounded,” hisses Padawan Higemaru.
“You’ll die, and we’ll harvest the force from your bodies,” Kaiko says sweetly.
The rathtar gurgles.
“Hmm?” Kaiko turns back to the creature and narrowly dodges its attack.
“Don’t mess with creatures you don’t know!” cackles a sweet voice.
Darth Ibis emerges from inside the rathtar, a rambunctious grin on her face, holding up her middle finger. “Nice to see you too, Kaiko-who-hasn’t-even-achieved-the title-of-Darth.”
Mercy and Magic 