(Optional Extra)Arla Fett Found (Arla POV)

I was leaning against the wall after my last mission. I knew I was going to get an earful of shit from the commander, so I was waiting here for it.

"Arla Fett!"

I hear the voice of my asshole of a commander. (Sigh), he's walking over to me with a stick up his ass and shit in the helmet.

He starts berating me as he reaches me, "Do you mind explaining to me why you didn't kill all of them! Is it so hard to pull a trigger when the hard part of getting close is already done!"

I give my answer like it's no big deal to piss him off, "I don't kill kids Sentro. I took out the main target, and the desired effect still happened."

The commander admonished me, "What I'm angry about isn't the end result, but that you didn't follow orders. Whether or not they are kids doesn't matter. When I tell you to kill, when Death Watch tells you to kill, you fucking kill! We own you Fett!"

My hidden disdain bubbles up and a scowl would be seen on my face if it wasn't helmeted. I can't help but let out a low, grumbling mumble, "For how long though?"

The commander hears it, which I wanted and didn't at the same time. The commander was wearing a helmet, but I could tell he had, "The fuck you just say?". look under it. Even beneath his helmet I can tell he's getting as red as a Naboo Tomato. I feel his blood pressure increase gravity around him too, hehe. It was funny, but I know I was going to get screwed over soon.

Before I can hear him begin his yelling, two blades go through his chest. I see the attacker come out of...invisibility. I recognize him as Predator. The pictures of him are sparse, and he is always armored with a helmet. We were able to get our hands on an image of him though. So we know what he looks like with his armor on.

Predator then announces loudly, "I am here for Arla Fett, anyone else that gets in my way will die. Let me be clear, that none of you have a chance of surviving me."

Questions start to race through my mind. Why is he here for me? Am I bounty? Oh shit! Okay, calm down Arla, he may be a 9 foot tall armored killing machine, but I can get out of this still.

One of my fellow commandos speaks up to everyone, "Who gives a shit about the Fett. Let the motherfucker take the bitch! No need for any us to die for a tool."

I then Predator sigh and say, "Motherfucker is a trigger word for me now. Sorry, but all of you are dead."

He raises his hand and closed all the doors around, and locked them. Then he destroyed the door controls. I knew instantly that he either was using some sort of unknown tech, or was using Jedi sorcery; and I have a bad feeling it's sorcery.

He pulls out some odd glaive with blades that look just like a lightsaber's. Although they are a different color and give off a scary sound. He says to me, "Stay put for your own good Arla. Unless you want to remain a Death Watch tool."

He then starts what I can explain as a massacre. The Death Watch commandos may be fake honorable warriors for the most part, but their skills are no joke. They are all extremely well trained fighters. In front of Predator though, they're just grunts! He is only taking one hit most of the time to kill them.

When he started using Jedi sorcery, I really panicked. His normal skills alone made him terrifying enough. When he shot electricity out his hands, my hairs on my neck stood up. It just felt all sorts of wrong.

By the time the massacre was done, I hadn't moved an inch. I only glanced around to take inventory of the damage. Which was a bunch of burnt body parts around the room and a horrid smell.

He walks back over to me like it he had just gone on a leisurely walk. He speaks to me, "Now, let me remove that slave chip from your neck real quick."

He moves his hand to her neck. Shit! Hold on, tampering with it will blow up my brain stem! I grab it quickly and say urgently, "If it is tampered with, it'll explode."

He chuckles at me, "Child's play for me. It won't explode and you won't even feel it being taken out."

He declares with definite confidence, and I'm honestly inclined to believe him. The way he stands, his presence, his words and voice. It all gives him an aura of control. Like nothing is a problem for him. I feel like this could be my chance. Worst thing is I die, but freedom is worth the chance. I just let go, stay still and let him continue.

I feel him remove it, but I feel no pain or discomfort. I don't even feel his fingers or any tools. He's probably using his sorcery then. He then brings his hand back and show me the slave control chip. He crushes it into dust in front of my eyes.

He says to me, "I am here for Arla Fett, which is you. As for the reason, we can discuss that back on my ship. I'm sure you would want to leave this place quickly. We wouldn't want to be interrupted now, would we?"

I don't take too long to answer. I'm free from control and I get a free ride out of here. This guy has earned enough trust for me to follow him anyways. Nod nods with a little emotion, "Alright, let's go. I hate these guys."

I follow him back to his ship.