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Night had already started and Finn was still sitting in one of the consult rooms in the resistance base surrounded by stakes of books. Most of them were stolen from the First Order, but a few a them were brought in by Luke and of Jedi Origin. Finn wasn't sure, where Luke had found them and honestly didn't care as long as they would help bring down the Order. Luke, Rey and Finn had all been pondering over the books and sharing new idees, when Poe came in to inform them of a meeting with the general. He had an apologizing look on his face, well aware, that that would leave Finn alone with the research. After a short pause, in which Luke and Rey gathered their things, they exused themselves together with Poe to meet General Organa.
So over the last 4 hours Finn had been reading the few books, which they hadn't been able to discuss together yet, while writing a few notes down. Now with the last book in hand he often found his gaze wander to the door and wondering wether the others would even came back or if they would assume, that he like most others had already gone to bed. With a quite sigh he once again looked at the page, that he'd been brooding over for the last 30 minutes and at the language completly foreign to him. He was kind of glad now, that the book had been hidden under all the other ones, because he couldn't shake the feeling of forbidding, the feeling, that this book would have had an unforeseen reaction to the Jedi. His eyes heavy and weary with exhaustion once again skimmed the words, trying to form the words on his tongue with limited knowledge and swimming vision to try and make sense of them. Just after he rubbed his eyes with his left hand and started closing that iritating book, his gaze caught a small inscription, that almost seemed to glow in a dark red light.
Suddenly wide awake Finn stared down confusedly at the new addition. He was sure, that seconds before nothing was written there and certainly nothing glowing. While he was trying to make sense of the situation his vision seemed to warp and suddenly, without a concious thought his mouth formed the words and realised them in a almost hissing language unknown to him. They felt oily and gross on his tongue, but he wasn't able to stop until he spoke seemingly the entire paragraph out loud. Finn held his breath, his gaze flickering around the entire room, the feeling of danger, of wrongness never leaving him. Quickly closing the book, he threw it on the table and rose from his seat. Just as he was about to run, leave this room and this damned book behind to find either one of his friends or a save space to relax, a light started blinding him. It was strange, blinding, but dark at the same time, feeling neither right nor wrong and seemed to emit from the book he just closed. Finn wanted nothing more, than to leave immediatly and preferably never come back, but his feet just wouldn't move. His struggle to move grew with the light until finally his vision was completly covered and everything around him faded out of existence.
Plo Koon had just left the Planet Bespin in the Anoat sector, when the Force practically yelled at him to fly to a Planet to the far right and not immediatly return to the Jedi Temple. Suprised by the sudden pull jerked the Jedi his hand back from where it was just about to make the fighter go into hyperspace. For a moment he simply starred ahead, uncertain about the stong feeling, but as the Force continued to urge him towards another planet he finally conceded defeat and changed his course.
When he finally arrives at the planet called Allyuen, the Force had calmed down a bit, but was still very inistant to land and follow it somewhere. From space he had already been able to see, that just like Bespin, this was a mining planet with only small settlements existing on the surface between forests and big mines. Not wanting to scare the people, since most Planets in the Outer Rim only got visited from pirates or the likes, Plo Koon decided to land on an open area in a forest nearest to the place the Force pulled him to. Upon landing he shut down the systems and threw a long cloak over to try and hide his mask, which he knew disturbed many people. When he stepped out the cold air meet him along with the forest sounds. Taking a deep breath he centered himself and let the Force tell him the way. His feet brought him deeper and deeper into the forest away from any settlement, that could have been in need, which made Plo start to frown, now unsure where Force was taking him. While at the start he had seen birds and small animals on his way the closer he came to his apparent goal the less life he met.
He was starting to to regret following the Force with every passing second, as it seemed more and more likely, that something dangerous was awaiting him at the end, when he felt humans up ahead. There in the middle of the forest was a grey building and in there he could feel the strong presence in the Force, which brought him here. Just as he was about to step into the clearing to get to the house, to the obviously force-sensetive person, a shrill warning rang through the Force, stoping him from leaving the shadows of the trees. In that moment a patrol of 3 man came around the right corner of the house, blaster in hand and covered in armor, their gaze scanning the suroundings.
Plo carefully stepped deeper in the shadow, now aware that something is wrong with this building. This wasn't the house of somebody rich or powerful, for that it would be far to old and ran down, but then why were there patrols armed to the tooth? And why would a normal building have bars on the windows and an impressiv lock on the door? There was something very wrong here and if a force-sensetiv person was in the middle of this, then he could understand, why the Force was so insistant of him coming here. Plo took a deep breath to center himself and released his emotions into the force. Now with a clear head, he thought about his next move. Lifting a small rock with the Force he threw it into the thicket a few feet away. Immediatly the guards snapped around and slowly started to advance towards the sound, blasters raised. As they were too focused on the spot from where the sound came they completly missed the Jedi, who climbed the trees and was waiting above them to knock them out.
Plo Koon on the other hand was used to keep his senses open to the Force for other threats, like somebody looking out of the windows or more patrols, that he missed. Now assured, that they were alone and far enough in the forests, so that nobody would see them, he let himself drop on the one the farthest in the back, taking him out immediatly. Suprised by the loud noise from behind, the other two turned around to either scold their comrad or fire at an enemy. Unfortunately for them their enemy was a Jedi and so they were barly able to raise their weapons before being knocked back by the Force. Satisfied with his performance Plo stood from his crouched position and straightend his clothes. After dragging all three man to a nearby tree, relieving them of their weapons and searching for a key to open the lock on the door, he cuffed them together onto the tree and left, slinging through the shadows until he was at the clearing again.
This time he sunk into the Force and stretched his senses to take in the position of the people inside. There were five of them on the first floor, all of them however further inside, so no danger from them on the way to the door. The last 3 people were in the basement, with 2 of them standing next to each other and the last, the force-sensetive one further back. If he had to guess, than the two were guarding the other. Now sure, that he could get to the door without being seen, he steps out of the shadows of the trees and was within seconds infront of the door, key in hand. Careful not to make unnecessary loud noises he opens the door and slips inside.
At first hesitant, wether to first free the one in the basement or take out the ones up top , Plo finally decides to first go down. If he goes up and the guards downstairs hear there was a good chance, that they would assume he came for the prisoner and so to spit him would kill him. There were also less enemies down there and so a better chance to stealthly take them out. Decision made he starts going through the hallways, searching for stairs without tipping anybody of. After good five minutes of aimless wandering the Jedi finally finds a way down, carefully taking one step after the other, he arrives in the basement. With a frown, Plo realizes, that what he first thought of as simply a small underground prison was far larger. The only good news were, that because of the Force he could find his way down here easier than before. Taking the path to the right brought him closer and closer to his goal, but also to the two guards. Only when he was at the last corner did he stop to consider his next move.
Since the noise worked so good last time, it could work once again just as well. So Plo turned his gaze downwards and kicked the first stone he found. Allerted by the sudden noise he heard a low murmering from the guards, before one of them slowly started walking towards the corner. There however he was greeted by a sharp tugging on his body before flying across the hallway to impact the wall and fall unconcious. To Plos luck the disappearance of his comrade and the sound of the impact made the second guard nervous and because of that rather reckless.
He started towards the same corner, where his comrade vanished and jumped around the corner. In the same second he was spun around by the Jedi and pined against the wall. Plo stared down into the visor of the guard and with suggestion clear in his voice says: "You will open the door of the prison for me.“
For a moment nothing happened and he was ready to knock the man unconcious like his comrade instead. However just then a voice answers him, muffeled by the helmet: "I will open the door of the prison for you.“
With a small sigh the held breath leaves, the force user lets the other down and follows him to the door, still far to relieved, that until now everything seemed to work and he has almost freed the other force-sensitive. Plo stood behind the guard as he fumbles with the keys, before, after what seemed far to long, he finally hears the click of an opened door and the man steps aside.
Plo wasn't sure what he expected, when he looks inside, maybe a person in their middle age or a young adult or hell it could have even been a Jedi or Padawan, that had gone missing in the last months. He had been ready for blood, for signs of torture upon their body, but he wasn't ready for a human child with skin as dark as Mace, short black hair, who was clearly unconcious and had small cuts and bruises on their little body.