"Come out with your hands up!" the Clone Minor yells, training his rifle on the storage alcove where he heard the noise.

Dagor Fett turns to the Clone Minor. "What the blast are you doing? Bring that over here, Clone. We weren't ordered to kill mynocks."

The Clone Minor takes a few steps backward with his weapon still at the ready.

Behind the plate, Anakin Skywalker's eyes are wide open. The young man's pulse is pounding. He is ready for anything. He tightens his grip on the fusion cutter.

The Minor turns to his squad leader and hands him the plain brown cloth bag. Dagor Fett opens the bag and extracts its precious cargo.

In the cramped alcove, Anakin catches a view of the Clone party. He sees the Mandalorians in a reflection from the lens of an old holo-projector unit.

The object in Dagor Fett's hand is about the size of his war helm. It is pyramidal in shape, adorned with ornate runes and bas-relief artwork. Small slits running parallel to the base of the pyramid let out a faint orange glow.

Fett takes a moment to examine the mysterious object. What kind of energy could be contained in this? Would the master really deploy them this far away from Mandalore just to retrieve a battery?

The runes on the artifact's surface appear to be...alive. They repeatedly shift shape to spell out messages in some long-forgotten language, starkly defiant of the pyramid's rocky composition. Fett feels the artifact getting heavier, as if it does not want to be in his possession.

"This fits the master's description. He will be most pleased with our finding," Fett says. "Time to extract." He drops the pyramid into the bag and ties a knot around the bag's mouth.