Sora picks himself up, glancing grimly at the deceased guard.

"I do need to find a source to passively feed off," he agrees, "I must try to stop these outbursts by any means necessary."

He frowns at the guard for a moment longer, before turning to Bane.

"Have you located my uncle?"

"Not yet," Bane replies, "But there is something else you may be interested in..."

He leans sideways to give the others a clear view of the screen. Numerous security footage recordings are displayed, but it is to the detention centre that Bane is pointing. In the centre of the unfurnished stone room is a containment field inside which a zabrak dressed in Jedi robes floats, eyes closed.

"A Jedi," Bane vocalises, "One of your crusaders, most likely."
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"The zabrak from the vision," Sora says quickly, glancing at Zirak.

"He seems remarkably incompetent if he got caught by weequay thugs," says Zirak unflatteringly, eyeing the zabrak appraisingly, "He was your minion before, wasn't he? I wonder if he would volunteer for cattle duty..."

Sora ignores Zirak, staring ponderously at the security footage.

"He must know something about this cube. We need to rescue him. Bane, how are you going with gaining control of the facility?"

"Oh, this is good," says Bane, half to himself as he continues to type, "These droidekas are older models. All centrally controlled."
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Sora stares at him blankly.

"Meaning...?"

Bane sighs.

"Meaning, Sora, that I have access to all of them through this control terminal. I'm guessing your uncle would have left this room a little more well guarded if he had known about that tunnel. Now, let me just reset the command parameters..."

He types away for a minute or so.

"Done," he says smugly at length, leaning back in his chair and resting his booted feet on the desk before him, "Now all we have to do is sit back and enjoy the show."

On the security recordings before them they are able to make out a series of battles ensuing, as droidekas begin to roll throughout the facility, engaging confused weequay guards in combat. Several are shot down before they have even drawn their rifles. Others flee in confusion and panic. Still others take up defensive positions and begin to engage the droids in combat.

"Not bad," Zirak allows.

"Thank you," Bane says, but his smugness disappears a moment later as he sits up with a "Oh no you don't."

The others realise after a moment what Bane is looking at. In one of the corridors a trio of weequay have set up an E-Web blaster canon similar to the one on the battlements a few days earlier. Bane types a hasty command, but is not fast enough as four of his droidekas roll in formation around the corner only to be obliterated by a well aimed blast of the canon.

"Curns," mutters Bane as a frag grenade destroys another droideka on the viewscreen below.

"All right," he says, typing hurriedly once more, "Looks like your uncle has barricaded himself in an audience chamber of some sort. I'll upload the schematics to this datapad. You'd better nab him quickly. I don't know how long these droids will hold them off. I'll try and keep the route clear with some diversions."
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Sora nods, igniting his lightsaber as he hurries towards the door.

"I don't suppose there are any droidekas around which you could also send with us for backup?" Zirak asks in a lowered voice before he leaves, "Don't tell Sora, but I am getting sick of being shot and nearly knocked out due to incompetent backup. Not you, of course."

"Tell me about it," Bane agrees grimly, "I've already programmed four of them to guard the corridor just outside this control room. I'll send two of them with you. You shouldn't have to do much fighting on the way there assuming my diversions are successful."

"Excellent," Zirak says, striding purposefully after Sora.

The doors slide open to allow Sora, Zirak and Ak-Yev to enter, before closing once more. As promised, they find four droidekas waiting outside, two of which deactivate their shields and fold into rolling position to follow the trio.

Sora glances down at his datapad to examine the schematics of the fortress, but Ak-Yev pushes past him.

"You do not need that," he says dismissively, "I shall lead you to the Audience Chamber."

With a shrug Sora pockets the datapad as he and Zirak follow the after the weequay mercenary. He directs them down the various corridors leading to the chamber. It is not far, and Bane seems to have done an adequate job of keeping the corridors clear of enemies. They come across the bodies of several guards strewn about the corridor as they near the room but see no sign of any living guards.

At length they arrive at the entrance to the chamber, sealed by a pair of large, metallic-stone doors.
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Sora glances at the control panel built into the wall beside it, before pulling out his comlink.

"Bane, we're at the door to the audience chamber. Can you open it from the control room?"

"Let me see..." comes the staticky response, followed by a pause, then, "Doesn't look like it. Your uncle must have severed it from the central system once he realised we'd taken the control room. Given the skills you three possess in performing manual overrides, I'd say your best bet is to cut through the door with a lightsaber the old fashioned way."

Sora shrugs, igniting his lightsaber and ramming it into the door.

"Keep an eye out for any approaching enemies," he says to Zirak and Ak-Yev as he begins to slowly cut a circular hole in the door.

"I will, but get a move on, would you?," Zirak replies impatiently as he peers down the corridor, "We are literally one door away from unlimited credits."

Sora does not respond, focused on the circle of melting metal forming before him. His lightsaber makes short work of the door, which by no means compares to the cutting edge materials and quality of those used on vessels such as the Trade Federation's Lecrehulk-class cruisers. The roughly circular chunk of the door, a meter or so in diameter, falls inward to reveal an elegantly adorned office with a desk above which a large tapestry depicting the moon, Quay, hangs grandly. Behind the desk a pair of weequay guards are crouched, with a third kneeling by a locker to the left of the room. All have blaster rifles trained on the newly created hole in the door.