Kamon hung suspended again, goggles covering his face, tatters of clothing covering his body. It had been a long time since he had first arrived here on Kessel, but still he clung to a shred of hope that someday he would escape this aweful place and be reunited with the Force and his daughter once more. How that was going to happen he didn't know, but somehow he intended to get off this rock and back to his life. There were still friends out there and places he could go to escape. It was all just a matter of time and preparement in the escape.

The door opened and then closed again. His ears heard the feintest sound of breathing. The only sound the woman now standing in the room made. She was all brains, but wasn't too bad looking once he got a look at her. It was the first time he had ever seen this woman, but that didn't mean it would be the last and it surely didn't mean he was going to like this visit. Anyone knew this late and the game was a bad sign. He, for one, didn't like bad signs in the least bit. Much preferred the normal people over anyone knew.

"Do you people ever tire of annoying me?"

"That depends, are you going to finally give me the information that our people have been trying to get?"

"You should know the answer to that."

"I see. Stubborn always aren't you, Vondiranach. Never tire of all this? Don't you ever just want to give up and let it all end?"

"It never ends. Don't you know that? Even if I die, this war will never end. There will always be someone to fight you people."

"People yes, but strong ones? I highly doubt that."

She rubbed a finger down his jawline and looked right into his eyes. Glaring at her, he spat in her face. She smacked hims rather forcefully, but he felt no pain.

"Alright, be that way. No food or water for the next two days, nd you work double shifts."

"See if I care."

"You will, eventually if not now. Believe me though, you will end up divulging the information we want to know."

Then she left.

Finally reaching the small gravity field of the central hangar bay of the <I>Solice</i>, the Farfalen pilots secured the <I>Cutter</I>-class vessel onto one of its docking clamps, as Subcommander Tage awaited with his guest, Lahout, standing beside him.

The hatch spiraled open and two of the Farfalen's soldiers exited outside of the vessel and saluted the SubCommander. He saluted back as they took positions beside the hatchway. Tage scented a bit of the dusty, exhaust-laden air of Kessel from their uniforms.

A Farfalen officer emerged onto the boarding ramp and approached Tage, saluting as he arrived at the base of it.

"Commander Letsua of the Farfalen Defense Fleet," he announced. "I have been ordered by Admiral Kyric Zen to escort this being to Kessel."

Tage saluted back and nodded to the gray-skinned humanoid. "His name is Lahout," he informed, "he was found lurking in Kessel space and our fighters escorted him to my ship. He claims he is searching for someone." He eyed the Farfalen office and narrowed his eyes, slightly. "It is my opinion that he will find what he is looking for on Kessel."

<I>Especially down in the spice mines... it has been a while and the Farfalen could use another worker.</I>

Letsua grimaced a bit. "Yes, I believe his chances of finding his query stands a good chance. I will give him a personal tour of the planet and its inhabitants."

Tage kept his face absolutely rigid. "If that is the case, then I believe my part in this has come to an end. I will leave this being in the hands of the Farfalen." He nodded to Lahout and smiled venomously. "I hope you do find an end to your quest."

<I>And I hope you survive down in those mines...</I> he thought.

Commander Letsua gestured to the Mar'hute. "If you could please... we are much in a hurry. Kessel's security grid will not be open for long." The gray alien nodded and boarded the <I>Cutter</i>-class vessel as Tage looked on.

Several minutes later, the Farfalen craft raced from the hangar bay of the <I>Solice</i> and sped toward the Maw...

As Lahout was escorted down into the Maw, he realized the suspicion that he had started getting upon his arrival on the planet, was correct. The manner of the crew, the workers, the guards, even his escort, was not that of someone escorting a guest. They were escorting a new prisoner.

Nevertheless, he was here for a reason. As a guard roughly pushed him forward, Lahout let his senses creep out, a thin tendril that rapidly swept the nearby area for another being capable in the seventh.