Alan started coughing as the place filled with gas.  Through his coughing he vaguely heard Lucky saying something about helmet filters.  He hastily engaged them and he started to breathe normally.

“Thanks Lucky” he said, “now how do we get out of here”.

Lucky was already scanning the schematics of the room.  Alan hoped that she could find some way of escape.

“There” she said as she pointed to a small metal grill.  They moved over and pulled the grill from the wall.  Looking down, they looked at the small ventilation shaft.

“This shaft will take us into the corridor outside of here” said Lucky.

Alan looked at the shaft and to how small it was oh great he thought to himself.  “Ladies first” he said as he motioned with his hand to the shaft.

“Thanks” replied Lucky as she kneeled down and started moving into the shaft.  Alan wasn’t sure whether her thanks was a genuine one or a sarcastic one.  He didn’t ponder over it long as he too kneeled down and started following behind Lucky, hoping that the journey would not take long as he hated being in confined spaces and he couldn’t think of anything more confined as this.

The shaft twisted and turned and Alan was starting to wonder whether they would spend the rest of the lives crawling around inside this shaft.  He was about to call out to Lucky and ask her how much further when he suddenly noticed Lucky clambering out of the shaft just ahead of him.  Thank goodness for that he thought as he picked up the pace and clambered out of the shaft.  He was glad to be out of that confined environment.

They returned back to the main barracks to discover that the shuttle attack had finished and that it had left before it was shot down.  Alan and Lucky informed Kairo of the attempted attack on their lives by the leader of Los Bandidos.

Kairo listened carefully and at the end of the report he looked up at them and said “I don’t care what it takes or how you do it but I want this group brought down, dismissed”.

Alan and Lucky left the office and looked at each other, wondering how they were going to find Los Bandidos.

“Excellent idea” said Alan as soon as heard what Lucky had proposed.  With that, Alan and Lucky started to search the grounds where the ship had been flying over, looking for any piece of the ship that could give them a clue as to its origins.  Alan was beginning to think that this was a futile search when he suddenly heard Lucky calling out.

“Over here” called out Lucky.

Alan dashed over to her position and noticed that she was holding up a long piece of metal, obviously from the hull of the ship.  Alan took one look at it and groaned, it seemed to be part of the hull of the ship but there were no markings on it and nothing to indicate where it had come from.  Nothing to help them with their search of the terrorists.

“Don’t you see it?” queried Lucky, aware of Alan’s disappointment.

“See what Lucky?  All I see is a fragment from the hull of the ship.  There are no markings on it, nothing to help us track it down”.

Lucky turned the piece of metal over in her hand to show Alan one of the edges of the metal.  “You see here that the metal has been double bonded to make it stronger”.

Alan nodded, unsure as to what Lucky was getting at.  Lucky sighed wondering if she was the only one that kept up-to-date with current technologies.

“This is brand new technology and there is only one planet that is testing this out at the moment and that is the Planet Selonia”

“Selonia” replied Alan “but that’s right here in the Corellian system”.

“Exactly” replied Lucky.

“Excellent work Lucky, let’s get over there and see what we can discover” replied Alan.

Lucky smiled and they both headed back to their ship to set a course for the Planet known as Selonia.

Alan was looking forward to eliminating the galaxy of the terrorists, and he knew from the way Kairo had said about getting them out of the galaxy that that was what he wanted and he was fine with that.

The ship slowly took off from Corellia and Alan plotted a course for Selonia.  He had never been to Selonia and he was looking forward to seeing what it was like.  Lucky got up and left the cockpit.  Alan wondered where she had gone to so he set the ship on auto-pilot and went to look for her.

“What are you up to?” he queried.

Lucky looked up from a terminal that she was working on and replied “I’m finding out where a ship with that kind of technology can go for repairs”

“And?” queried Alan.

“And” replied Lucky, “there is only one place that I can find that deals with repairs for that ship, Lekko’s”

“Lekko’s eh, well I think that’s a good place to start” replied Alan.

“I agree” replied Lucky.

Alan returned to the cockpit and noticed that they were fast approaching Selonia.  He took the ship off auto-pilot and steered the ship down through the atmosphere and brought it to land on the outskirts of Lekko’s yard.  The ramp descended slowly and both Lucky and Alan exited the craft, weapons by their side.

“Let’s have a look around Lekko’s yard and see if we can see this ship, hopefully it will give us some clue as to where these terrorists are hiding, if not then we can wait to see who comes for it and ask them nicely” said Alan.

“Agreed” replied Lucky.

With that, Lucky and Alan started to move through the yard quietly, hoping to not draw any attention to them.  Little did they know that their every movement was being watched closely.

Alan opened his eyes slowly, still groggy from being chloroformed.  He struggled as he became aware of the fact that he has tied down to a chair.  His eyes started to focus as he looked around the barren room.  He spotted Lucky who was also tied to a chair and starting to wake up.

“You ok?” queried Alan.

Lucky glanced over at him and replied “apart from a splitting headache, I’m fine”

Alan wondered where their captors where.  He didn’t have to wait long as the only door to the room opened and in strode a man.  Alan recognised him instantly as being the leader of Los Bandidos.  Alan wished he was free so that he could put an end to him and his band of terrorists.

“Ah, you’re awake, excellent, welcome, to our base of operations” said the leader.

“Where are we?” queried Lucky.

“You are underneath Lekko’s” he replied.

“You’re using this shipyard as a base of operations?” queried Lucky.

“Of course” he replied “what better place is there?  No-one ever suspects a thing when we leave for an attack as ships take off and leave from here all the time, and when a ship becomes too noticeable or recognisable as a ship utilised by Los Bandidos then we simply break it up, sell the parts and use another one”.

“Well, your days of being a terrorist are over” said Alan.

“Oh really, idle threats do not bother me.  The Los Bandidos is only getting started.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some more terrorising to plan” he replied, laughing as he left the room and locked the door.

“Now what are we going to do?” asked Lucky.

“Well for a start, we have to get out of here.  Then we can finally bring this gang down” replied Alan.

“But how?” queried Lucky.

Alan looked at her and thought to himself now that is a very good question,

Alan hated the fact that his hair was getting messed up but he knew that they had to do something to escape, even if it did mean they were escaping with him having unkempt hair.

It felt like hours had passed when in fact only mere minutes had ebbed away before the ropes binding Lucky began to loosen.  She was soon able to wriggle out of them completely.  As soon as she was free, she quickly untied Alan and they both kneeled on the ground to discuss their next move.

Their discussion on their next move was interrupted by voices from outside the door.  Alan and Lucky moved to the door to listen.  They could hear the leader of the Los Bandidos talking to the guards.

“We are heading back to Corellia my friend.  We have some unfinished business there, yes.  Kill the Imperials.  We have no further use for them.  Then join us on our new ship located at the back of the yard.  Together we will ride to Corellia and bring doom to those that stand in our way.  To Los Bandidos” exclaimed the Leader.

“Los Bandidos!” shouted the guards.

As the leader left the door slid open and the guards entered, weapons drawn, laughing.  Their laughter died quickly as they suddenly realised that the chairs before them were empty.  Whirling around, they tried to locate the Imperials.  Their reflexes were nothing compared to those of fully trained Imperial officers.

Lucky hurled herself at one of the guards, bowling him over.  She wrestled him on the ground and brought his back up and over her knee.  Then she pushed on his body.  Pushing with all her might until a shattering sound echoed around the room.  Every bone in the man’s vertebrae shattered and his body twitched off Lucky’s knee.  Lucky watched as the man’s life slipped away from him.

Alan meanwhile used stealth as he moved quickly and quietly behind the other guard.  The man never seen Alan, nor heard him until he felt hands around his face.  The guards only had a split second to wonder what was going on before Alan twisted his head violently, causing his neck to break.  The man’s body collapsed in a heap by Alan’s feet.

“So, what’s the plan?” queried Lucky.

“We put on these guard’s outfits and go join the rest of the Los Bandidos” replied Alan.

“And then?” queried Lucky, obviously eager to know the full extent of the plan.

“Then my dear Lucky, once the ship has taken off, there will be nowhere for these bastards to run to.  Then we finish what we started” replied Alan.