"Hey, kid! Watch where you're swinging that!" Ben says as he ducks out of the way of Anakin's second strike with the fusion cutter.

The young man turns around regards the two figures with steely eyes. Recognizing no impulse to counter-attack, he stops brandishing the fusion cutter. Nellith disengages her lightsaber and says, "You're safe. We took care of the others. You can relax now."

Anakin's breathing still runs a little ragged, his hair unkempt from all the action. He sighs and asks after a long pause, "Where are we?"

"The D'Anjon Nebula of the Arkanis sector, heading for the Outer Rim. What is your name?"

Ben interjects, "Why, you're Anakin Redblade! I never thought I'd lay my own two eyes on you. I once gambled away a fortune betting against you, kid."

"Skywalker," the young one finally says.

"What?"

"My name is Anakin Skywalker. And you are Captain...?"

"Clever little guy we have here. Captain Cortel, but you can call me Ben," the old smuggler replies.

Anakin turns to the Jedi Sentinel. The two lock eyes for a second before commencing conversation. She senses a tempest of mystical energies whirling behind his eyes. The Force is strong with this one.

"My name is Nellith Lars. I am a Jedi."

Anakin wears a look of faint recognition mixed with incredulity. "Jedi? Those are real?"

Nellith smiles and says, "Very much so. Let's get you patched up. You've had a busy day."