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Things didn't go according to plan.

They had made it to Grakkus' palace without any trouble. It was an enormous building, square and clay-colored, with a cavernous, decked out entrance hall that was already filling up when they entered. The party had been easy to join, with plenty of edges and corners to slip into, to watch the other guests, and to follow the Hutt's triumphant entrance as he introduced his prize. The crowd wasn't given much of a look at it, surprising no one, only assurances that it was highly valued by the Empire. It looked like nothing more than a large black box, and they had watched as it was carted away, down one of the side halls. Chopper had slipped away to see if he could plug into the palace's computer system, while Hera and Kanan slowly set off toward their quarry. And then –

It's about an hour and a half later, and Hera can still hear the music from the party, the bass beating through the dusty walls, even a whisper of the talk of the revelers. Which is all the more impressive given that she must be at least two floors beneath it, in a small, dark cell. There's a flickering lamp in the ceiling, and a small, barred window in the door, filtering in the dim light from the hallway. Hera is sitting on the floor, her hands shackled to the wall on either side of her. She can feel the low buzz of the shock collar against her throat, but she's not paying much attention to it.

Instead, she has spent most of the last ten minutes trying to contort herself to get close enough to kick Kanan in the shins. He hasn't moved since he was stunned with some kind of electrorod Hera had never seen before. It must've really packed a punch, because he's been out for nearly thirty minutes, as Hera finally manages to shove her feet close enough to him to stamp against his leg.

"Kanan!" she hisses. "Kanan, wake up!"

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He's got a slight headache by the end of it, holding his focus so tight and narrow on what he's doing (and also so that the murmuring of whatever else is in here doesn't distract him at a key moment) -- but eventually the collar light clicks off.

He takes a deep breath, swapping the tools to one hand so he can rest the other on Hera's shoulder, patting lightly.

"Right, that's done. You make it look so easy."

It's anything but.

And then his head turns, inevitably, toward the metal storage locker in the back of the room.

"I got plenty of practice."

She holds out her hands to take the tools, figuring they might be useful for something else in here, but then she follows his gaze toward the back of the room.

"Sorry, I was - what were you saying before?"

He winces a little, shaking his head.

"Ah. Right. Sorry."

Kanan can't quite stop himself from looking at that locker, and though his words are directed to Hera, he's not facing her at all.

"I -- there's something here. It's . . . calling me. Not dangerous, just -- sad."

"Well -"

They don't have much time, but then, Kanan's senses were what let them find this room in the first place.

"Can you find it?"

"I know right where it is."

He's already moving toward the locker, tugging it open and --

"Oh."

He feels hollow. The voices were swelling as the door opened, but now they're silent as Kanan stares down at the hilts of so many, many lightsabers.

Except the room still isn't silent, which --

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"What the -"

But she breaks off. Because that's a sound Hera not only also hears, but would recognize anywhere. She glances helplessly at Kanan, but she has to find it. With one quickly abandoned gesture toward him, Hera turns, stepping right across the narrow hall to reach the drawer the sound is coming from. It's at the end, larger than the others, labeled 'unsorted.'

Her comm is at the top of another cluttered pile, along with the charges she'd tucked away and their blasters. Sparing just a second to be grateful Kanan didn't bring his own lightsaber, Hera holsters her blaster, then picks up the comm.

"Specter-3, I'm here. Yes, I know we were - well where are you?"

She picks up Kanan's blaster and motions that she's going to toss it to him. "What do you mean you're in the armory, why weren't you - no, you're not doing that, we're completing this mission -"

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Kanan turns from the other lightsabers, slowly and then faster as he realizes a blaster is about to be thrown to him.

"The armory? How'd he even -- never mind, it's Chop, when wouldn't he find the armory."

It tears at him a little to leave the 'sabers here, but there's nothing else to be done with them, and even destroying them would just seem suspicious. Maybe just having someone know where they are -- someone who used to be an apprentice -- maybe that's enough to let the spirits of their Jedi rest.

He can hope so.

"Look, did you find out where it is?"

Hera tucks her charges and holoscanner back into her pockets as Chopper describes the chamber the Imperial tech was taken to, and their likeliest route to getting there. It's only one floor above them, but still far, on the other side of the palace.

"All right. Start mapping out the nearest exits from there. And -"

Hera lets out a breath. "Maybe take a few of their thermal detonators. Just in case."

Chopper beeps an affirmative, and Hera lowers the comm, attaching it to her hip.

"Kanan," she says, stepping to him, now finally looking back to the lightsabers. "I - I don't -"

"I know," Kanan says, and if it's a little curt, all of that is entirely self-directed. "They're dead, anyway. I just wish -- "

He shakes his head, turning back to her and closing the locker door as he does so. There's nothing he can do about what happened then, not any of it. But here and now there's still work to be done. Lives to be saved.

"Where are we headed? We've still got the mission to complete, right?"

Hera watches the locker as Kanan closes it, but then blinks away, shaking her head a little before she looks back up to him.

"I think I can get us there. The route should keep us out of the path of any guards but - there'll be a couple of them at the door when we get there, so we'll have to be ready."

"If we can surprise them," Kanan says, already turning to check that any traces of their presence here have been well-covered up.

"That'll make it easier. Which means we should probably hurry."

He's eager to shake of the dust and ill-feeling in this place. The history . . . Yeah. That, too.

Hera spends a few more seconds looking through the 'unsorted' drawer, picking out a couple smoke grenades and what looks like an astromech's electroprod, before putting back the tools she'd taken and sliding both drawers shut again. "All right, let's go."

For the most part, Chopper's route works. They avoid the palace's inhabitants, or any overachieving sentry droids quick to sound the alarm again. They can still hear the party above, and in one tense moment, they duck into a doorway as two drunk guards escort a malfunctioning server droid away to be repaired.

Finally, they reach a corner, where Hera stops short, holding out her hand to Kanan. She nods her head around it - though she can't see it, she's fairly certain it turns into a hall, at the end of which will be the two guards they're expecting.

As quietly as she can, Hera reaches into her pocket, pulling out one of the stolen smoke grenades. That's her suggestion.

Kanan cuts a glance between said grenade and the guards down the hall. He meets Hera's gaze and nods, leaving his blaster in its holster and prepping himself to run down said hallway just after the smoke hits.

They're going to want to keep this quiet, if they can.

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Hera takes a deep breath, crouching at the corner, her free hand pulling out her blaster. And then, as quick as she can, she tosses the grenade around the corner, aiming it to roll as far possible down the hall.

There's a confused grunt from one of the guards, and then a whoosh as the grenade erupts.

Kanan bolts down the hall, Force-sense spread wide so that he doesn't misunderstand where either of the guards are. He's hugging the right side of the hallway, primarily so Hera has a clear shot on the left side.

If she misses either guard, he'll be positioned to take them out.

At least that's the hope.

Hera darts behind him, moving down the opposite side of the hall. As quickly as she can, she jumps through the smoke, weapon out, and fires a blue stun beam the moment she make out the shape of the guard.

There's a thump as the guard on the left side falls to the floor.

There's a louder thump on the right, as Kanan bodily collides with the other guard. A clumsy and over-strong application of the Force drops the man down into a deep sleep.

"We good?" Kanan whispers to Hera, smoke still clogging up his vision.

Hera kneels down next to the guard on the left, running her hands over his arms and sides until she finds his belt. A few more seconds of searching and she pulls out a thin piece of metal. Hoping she's guessed right, Hera rises to her feet, and steps next to the door between the now unconscious guards, sliding her fingers along it and jamming the slip of metal into the keyhole.

"Come on," she mutters, as the door slides open.

Kanan goes to follow, then stutters to a stop, eyes going wide as he sees what the hall contains.

There are statues, some he recognizes from the Temple on Coruscant, others similar but clearly from different places. There's a ship in the style he knows Jedi used for individual missions, especially in the nearer star systems. Smaller containers and boxes might contain uniforms, training droids, training sabers . . . everything and anything. Maybe even books from the library, or holocrons --

"What we're looking for is in here?"

There's a weakness in his voice that wasn't there before, but Kanan stumbles into the room next to Hera, trying to feel anything at all besides gobsmacked and horrified.

"Um -"

She forces herself to look from the set of Jedi robes displayed at one side, trying to regain her focus. "It's - that black crate we saw -"

Hera scans the room, trying not to be distracted by every statue, the old starfighter - the lightsabers, the ones they'd found must have been the excess, Grakkus must have so many -

"There -" She spots it in the far corner, and starts off toward it. Her footsteps echo through the cavernous chamber, and the moment she reaches it, she presses a button in crate's top corner. Its lid and front side retract. She just barely gives it a glance before pulling out her holoscanner, and her comm.

"Specter-3, we're here. Let Specter-4 know we'll need a pick up and meet us at the exit."

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Kanan's gaze is caught by the opalescent gleam of a series of lenses along one side of the device. The rest is long snaking hoses -- metal-coated and ribbed -- coiled around it to keep the coils caught in place. Maybe they're for coolant? But what really draws his attention is the hum from a large shard of crystal tucked deep away within the system.

"Hera, that's -- I might be delusional, but that's . . . "

His voice trails off.

"Why would anyone want to refine raw mined kyber?"

Even as Kanan's asking that question, he's moving toward the crate, trying to see how they're going to haul this thing out of here. It . . . seems vanishingly unlikely. But they can't leave it, either.

Hera doesn't answer at once. She still holding her little device over it, its bright white light glinting over the refining machinery, until -

"Okay, scan complete." She tucks the scanner away, then looks back to him, with a small shake to her head. "I don't know, Kanan."

She wishes they had more time with this, not just whatever the Empire must be doing with technology like this, but this room, the lightsabers in storage below - she wishes there was something else she could say, beyond rushing them on to where they needed to be next. But she can't. They could talk later. Now she had to make sure they'd have a 'later.'

She reaches for the panel again, and its lid and side move back into place, closing it. Then, she hits a second button, and the antigrav is activated, the crate rising about half a meter from the floor.

"Let's get the hell out of here."

"Right. We'll have time for all the rest of it later."

Provided there is a later. He knows there are no guarantees.

Kanan positions himself behind the crate and starts shoving it, moving off at a light jog. It's likely to be suspicious, but what about them isn't suspicious at this point?

"You're getting directions out from Chop?"

"He'll meet us there. Go left out the door, there's a staircase to the next level right near us, and a door to the ledge there -"

The smoke has cleared once they're out the door, and the guards are still stunned. But there are voices from farther down the halls, definitely not the ruckus of partygoers, and Hera tugs at Kanan's arm.

"Sounds like we need to hurry."

"We can try faking being prisoners sent to do errands, but I'm not sure how well that'll hold," Kanan says, picking up his pace at Hera's urging.

"And this thing is going to be hell to deal with on the stairs."

Especially if they have to move fast.

"One of us is going to have to be provide cover."

Her call on which one it's going to be.