“I’m telling you it’ll work!” Walt said, attempting to convince Nephelem of his scheme.

“Walt, the sick prisoner routine isn’t necessary, we have a man on the inside.”

“We do?” questioned Walt. “Is it your boy Khem Val? No… wait, Asharaa… I always did like her.”

“Did you see the markings on the ship on the way in Walt?” Nephelem abruptly interrupted Walter. “Its the Paartharnox, a private prison ship used by the Cartels. I doubt we are here by mistake, notice that we were placed in this cell together without a containment shield”. Nephelem continued to explain her knowledge of the complicated conspiracy.

“So this Agent Ghreen asshole sets up this elaborate little heist at the casino intending for us to get caught! Why the hell am I the last to know about all of this?!” Walt asked while pacing around the tiny cell.

“Well things didn’t exactly go as planned. We didn’t think it would be a big deal honestly, but the mission is the same. Were here to break someone out, this ‘someone’ has information we need.”

“Wait a second, does that mean were finally busting out of this shit hole?” asked Walt with a wry smile. Before Nephelem could reply the cell door’s lock clicked open. In the darkness of the prison corridor a small figure approached.

“Good evening gentlemen, ” Agent Ghreen greeted the sorcerers as he opened the door “we’re moving out directly. I bought you guys a few minutes head start, but the guards will be here soon. Head towards maximum security, cell 11, that’s your man Neph. Mattman is already clearing the way.”

“Mattman! that son of a sarlacc!” yelled Walt, obviously still upset about Matt’s little vanishing act in the spaceport.

“Come on man lets get moving. I want to introduce you to a friend of mine.” Nephalem stated as the two followed the trail of saber scorched bodies and sleeping guards towards maximum security.

“Holy shit! Look at those legs!” Mattman’s noticeable laugh echoed in the corridor. “You two sure do look cute in your skivies!” Mattman continued to poke fun at the pair. Walt rushed toward Mattman cocking back a punch

“Whoa bro relax. Look man I got you guys something. I was able to find some of your gear. Neph I got most of your stuff, including the choppa. Walt, all I was able to find was your boots and this wierd helmet thing.”

“Badass! It’s my pilot helmet!” Walt completely forgot about being pissed at Matt as he squeezed his head into his favorite helm. “Awww yeah, my rocket boots!” Walt continued, as he puts on his gear. Mattman turned to Nephelem “Neph, who the hell is this dude you’ve got us bustin outta here?”

“His name is Adseg, he’s the leader of the Reign Legacy, the crew I used to run with. He sent a transmission claiming to have important news about Azhi.”  Nephelem explained as she began slicing into the cell controls.

“Azhi?” Mattman asked, “That dick ditched us to pursue a career in Huttball. He got signed by the Frogdogs last I heard. Maybe your ‘friend’ is just using us to bust him out of the joint.” The cell door opens and a giant sith pureblood emerged.

“That’s what they want you to believe. I saw your little marauder friend getting dragged through here a few days ago. He didn’t look too good. I overheard them saying they were taking him to see General Ortol, and something about a moon named Cademimu.” Explained Adseg. Mattman was shocked to hear the news about his longtime partner. He quickly tapped into his handheld holo-communicator.

“We must inform The General, he will release hounds.”

…

“So did you copy that transmission sir?”

“First thing first Mattman,” answered General Panzer Dawnstar via the holoterminal “we have to get you guys off that ship.”

“And then?” asked Matt, his voice shaky with concern.

“And then Matt, then we launch the search, the search for Azhi Dahaki”.