INT. JEDI TEMPLE/WINDU APARTMENT/LIVING AREA – DAY
Siri and ‘Chi are decked out on the couch, watching cartoons on the holovid display, when the front door opens and Master Windu and Mistress Gallia step inside.
UZOCHI: (ecstatic) Mommy! Daddy!
Bolting off the couch, the little boy runs to his parents, seizing Gallia’s leg in a vice-like grip. The two are as happy to see their son as he is to see them.
MACE WINDU: (grins) Hello, little man. How’s your day been?
UZOCHI: Great! Me and Siri’s been watching Bungo ‘n’ Rusti!
Leaving the couch, Siri approaches the two Jedi masters and their child.
SIRI: You’re home early.
ADI GALLIA: It was unusually slow in the council chambers today. We were able to call it a day earlier than usual. (to ‘Chi) Now we can send some time with our special little guy, can’t we?
MACE WINDU: What would you like us to do, ‘Chi? The choice is yours.
UZOCHI: (thinks it over) Ice cream?
MACE WINDU: (laughs) No problem. (to Siri) Would you care to join us? You’re more than welcome.
SIRI: (shakes her head) This is your time. Spend it together as a family.
The Jedi masters choose to accept that answer.
SIRI: (to Uzochi) I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?
UZOCHI: Okay. Bye, Siri.
Smiling, Siri gives the boy a rub on the head.
INT. 662 GASGAR VALLEY APARTMENT COMPLEX/CORRIDOR OUTSIDE OBI-WAN & SIRI’S APARTMENT – DAY
Stepping out of the turbolift, Siri makes her way to her apartment door. Unlocking it, she opens it and takes a step inside.
INT. 662 GASGAR VALLEY APARTMENT COMPLEX/OBI-WAN & SIRI’S APARTMENT/ENTRANCE HALL – DAY
As soon as she closes the door and moves to turn the lights on, Siri freezes, suddenly apprehensive for an unknown but all too palpable reason. Reaching for her lightsaber, she pulls it from her belt.
Suddenly, out from the darkness before her, comes a large metal net. Hitting Siri, the net forces her back against the door, holding her there as a stun charge begins to course through the mesh. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she triggers her lightsaber; with a SNAP-HISS, the brilliant yellow blade of her lightsaber springs to life, burning through the mesh of the net and disrupting the charge.
As the Jedi slices through the net, freeing herself, her assailants step out of the darkness, revealing themselves to be Llomon and Mahttoh; dressed head-to-toe in identical suits of brown body armour, they wield a vibroaxe and vibrosword, respectively.
With a growl, Mahttoh springs forward, swinging his blade at Siri’s exposed neck. Ducking, the Jedi somersaults, bringing her legs up to kick the Wookiee directly in the face. Grunting as broken teeth fly, he stumbles backward, tripping over himself and hitting the floor.
Springing back to her feet, Siri turns on Llomon. Grinning, he brings up the blade of his vibroaxe as she brings down her lightsaber; the vibrating axe-head, forged from phrik alloy, easily blocks the yellow plasma blade.
Coming back into the fray, Mahttoh brings his lanvarok into alignment and fires off a razor-edged disc. The disc grazes Siri’s leg, distracting her long enough for the Trandoshan to backhand her, sending the Jedi Knight reeling. She recollects herself just in time to parry the Wookiee’s vibrosword, which is also crafted from lightsaber-resistant phrik alloy. Llomon charges, swinging his vibroaxe, but Siri leaps up, evading the deadly blade. Somersaulting over Mahttoh’s head, she stabs backward with her lightsaber, hoping to skewer the Wookiee on the blade. As the plasma blade makes contact with his cortosis armour, however, it shorts out, rendering it inactive. Grinning, Mahttoh unsheathes the claws of his right hand and racks them against Siri’s sword arm; crying out in agony, she drops her disabled weapon.
Clutching her bleeding arm, Siri staggers back, putting as much distance between her and the two bounty hunters as she can. Dauntless, the pair of hunters advance.
SIRI: (grimacing) Who are you?
LLOMON: Who we are isn’t important. What we want is the question you should be asking.
SIRI: What do you want then?!
Moving in close to Siri, Llomon brings the blade of his vibroaxe up to her throat until they’re almost touching.
LLOMON: Kenobi.
SIRI: He’s been called back to the front lines. He won’t return home in months.
LLOMON: That’s too bad – for you.
Taking his axe away from her her throat, Llomon swings it on a downward arc to cleave her in twain. Bringing up her hands, Siri manages to seize hold of the weapon’s shaft before it can connect. Gritting her teeth, she wrestles with the Trandoshan for control of the blade. Bringing up his lanvarok, Mahttoh prepares to fire off another razor disc, this time to finish the Jedi off.
At that very moment, the front door opens and Mace Windu, lightsaber in hand with blue blade engaged, steps inside. Surprised, the two non-Humans freeze momentarily, stopping to evaluate this new arrival.
MACE WINDU: I’m sorry – did I break your concentration?
Taking his lanvarok off Siri, Mahttoh trains it on Windu, firing off a volley of discs. With a flurry of movement, the Jedi master intercepts each and every disc, slicing them apart with his blue blade as he advances on the Wookiee. Lowering his lanvarok, Mahttoh hefts up his sword.
As the Jedi master and Wookiee bounty hunter cross blades, Siri sends her heel down on one of the Trandoshan’s feet. Unleashing a ROAR of agony, he loses hold of the vibroaxe. Exploiting her newfound advantage, she brings the shaft of the axe up into Llomon’s chin, snapping his head back and throwing him off balance. Hitting the floor, the Trandoshan seizes Siri’s fallen lightsaber, engaging the blade of yellow plasma just in time to block Siri’s blow as she brings the vibroaxe down on his face.
SIRI: (to Windu) Watch out for the armour!
Bringing his lightsaber around in a downward arc, Windu tries slicing through the Wookiee’s wrists. Upon making contact with one of the cortosis gauntlets, however, the blade winks out.
MACE WINDU: (staring at the inactive hilt) Point taken.
Windu ducks as Mahttoh goes for his face with his claws, following it through with a roundhouse kick to the Wookiee’s armoured chest. Thrown backward, Mahttoh hits the living area picture window, shattering it with a resounding CRASH. Falling through, Mahttoh releases a bloodcurdling HOWL as he takes a long plummet to the ground far below.
LLOMON: (horrifed) Mahttoh!
Distracted, Llomon falls to intercept Siri as she brings the vibroaxe down on the unarmoured joint of his right arm, slicing clean through the flesh and bone. He clutches the gaping wound with a SHRIEK, desperately squeezing to staunch the flow of blood. Now standing defenseless before the Jedi Knights, the Trandoshan’s only route of escape lies through the broken picture window.
MACE WINDU: (re-engages his lightsaber) You have lost. Stand down.
LLOMON: (spits on the Jedi) Chaos take me first.
Turning on his left, Llomon bolts for the broken window. Before the Jedi can stop him, he leaps through, unholstering a grappling gun and shooting off a line as he disappears from view.
Deactivating and discarding the vibroaxe, Siri retrieves her lightsaber from the Trandoshan’s severed arm as she joins Windu by the shattered window.
MACE WINDU: Who were they?
SIRI: Haven’t a clue. They came for Ben; I’ve no idea why. (beat) I’m just lucky you happened to be in the neighbourhood. I thought you and Mistress Gallia were taking ‘Chi out for ice cream.
Reaching into his tunic, Windu pulls out a slim synth-leather object.
MACE WINDU: You left your wallet behind.