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allowing his rage to build.
    “Do not ever mention that place again.”
    “Of course, Lord Vader.”
    Across the hallway, Ferus could see that the windows of Yoda’s quarters were vibrating. Suddenly the door blew in. He saw a chair sail across the room and heard it slam against a wall.
Part of the ceiling cracked and cables crashed down.
    Ferus signaled to Trever and began to crawl backward.
    The windows shattered. The grate blew out, along with a large chunk of the wall. Ferus and Trever were exposed.

Ferus and Trever tried to pull back amidst shards of glass and looked straight up into the black breath mask of Darth Vader. Malorum was hanging in the air, a victim of
Vader’s wrath, his face almost purple.
    Vader released his Force-hold, and Malorum fell to the floor with a croaking sound.
    For a moment, no one moved.
    Vader looked down at him, and Ferus looked up, and everything inside him dissolved into pure fear. He looked into that black mirrored mask and wondered who the being behind it really was. Half
living, half mechanical? He didn’t know.
    Somehow training kicked in. He had a moment, and it spun out into enough time. Ferus knew he didn’t have enough power to fight a Sith. Not even close. But he couldn’t let Darth Vader
dominate the Force, either. He reached out for the Force and was hit by a surprising wave. It grew in intensity and power, the most powerful surge he had ever felt, as if Yoda himself was here to
help him. It felt almost as though it was
directed
at him, emanating from Yoda’s room.
    Ferus rode a wave of the Force, grabbing Trever with one arm and jumping out to snatch at the flexible cable that had fallen from the ceiling. It was still attached above, and it gave him
something to swing on. Together with Trever he swung out through the broken wall of glass, and then let go. He knew the Force would carry him.
    He and Trever soared over the atrium and landed on the other side. He could feel the dark side of the Force behind him, but he paid it no mind. He simply ran, all the while knowing that if Vader
wanted him, he would have gotten him. Simple as that.
    Perhaps he was letting Ferus and Trever go in order to humiliate Malorum. Or test him. Or because he didn’t care that much. Whatever the reason, Ferus grabbed on to it and ran with it.
    Alarms sounded.
    Now the entire Temple was on alert. Ferus switched to a hallway that he knew was a shortcut to the analysis rooms. It was dark and dusty; the Imperials didn’t use it. Using his lightsaber
for light, he led the way. This could buy them a few precious seconds. In his mind, he was forming a desperate plan. The only way they were getting out of here was if they did it fast; Ferus knew
he wouldn’t be able to hide for very long. There was no question that Malorum wouldn’t allow himself to fail in front of his master.
    “What’s the plan?” Trever asked, breathing hard. “The sooner we get away from that Vader guy, the better. Can we review? Scary! Creepy!”
    “We have to steal a ship,” Ferus said. “The new landing platform lies directly below a playroom that the younglings used. During surveillance I saw that the window is partially
blown out.”
    “I’m sort of sensing that we’ll be jumping out a window again,” Trever said.
    “Well, I’m hoping there will be a nifty little speeder underneath us.”
    “You know, you keep forgetting something. I’m not a Jedi. I can’t do all this leaping and landing.”
    “You’re doing just fine. Hurry up.”
    Ferus slowed down as they reached the playroom. He crept forward. Just as he’d hoped, the room wasn’t being used. A cold wind blew in from the broken window. Followed closely by
Trever, he stepped inside.
    A wave of horror hit him, hard, directly in the chest.
    Something happened here.
    The younglings...
    How had he pushed that thought away? He had imagined, somehow, that the Empire wouldn’t target the young. He had imagined the younglings had simply...run