"Checkpoint Alpha this is The Atlas requesting liftoff from the lower sector."

"Copy Atlas, standby..."

Leigh fell back in his seat, blowing out a heavy sigh, and staring at the slowly moving walls. He could practically fell the air get lighter and less smelly. Granted that the whole planet smelled of smog and pollution, but even a bantha fart would smell better than the lower levels of Coruscant. Leigh was on edge, but he didn't show it. He sat in the pilot's chair, completely still and as calm as he could. This was always the part he feared the most when he sunk low into the planet. Getting out was not easy, it never was. It was where some people went to die. He always planned on leaving but this was all too sudden. He didn't even say goodbye to Bin.

[i]its better that way.[/I]

"Atlas, please state the business of your departure." The voice was different. The hairs on Leigh's back started to stand up. Very slowly he pressed the button on the comms, leaning in. "I was gained access to leave for work-related duties. I have a mechanic job in the Arkanis sector." Another pause that felt like it lasted a lifetime. "Atlas you have been selected for a random vessel inspection. Please stand by."

Leigh cursed slightly but bit his tongue. Instead he stood from his seat and immediately went to check on things. He knew that the Empire was good at spotting smuggling holes. He spent his entire career to make sure they could barely be seen... He went in to the area of the small compartment holding his past once again and inspected every part of it. Even as he placed his hand on the cold metal he could practically feel the energy it radiated from behind. He then moved towards the cargo bay where his faux hiding spots were, making sure they were hidden but easy for someone to find if they knew what they were looking for. You can't be committed of [I]possibly[/I] smuggling in the future. Finally he went to the final smuggling spot in the hallway in between his kitchen and small sleeping quarters. He stood in front of it, and even himself had difficulty finding where the hidden latch was against the wall. Of course behind the wall was just another latch to open up the actual compartment. Leigh spent a lot of time making sure that what he did was solid. He couldn't have a fool like Russ ruin his income.

Suddenly Leigh felt the Atlas stop moving. The platform had stopped, and it was only a matter of time before he would be in the presence of the Empire. Leigh moved back to the entrance of his ship, and waited. When the doors opened, he once again felt the hairs on his body tingle. [i] You've fought these men before, but a long time ago, and in different armor.[/I] The storm troopers started to walk in, and pushed Leigh aside. It didn't take long to find the leader of the group. The gray suited woman walked in and took a quick look around. "This will only take a moment, Mister Roto." She didn't seem to care about his patience. The more she looked, the more her expression was twisted. "Tell me, where did you buy this ship?" She asked.

Leigh looked at her but kept an eye on the troopers inspecting his ship. "Some junker."

"Hmmm." Was her only response. "This mechanic job... I'm assuming it's paying well?" She waved her hand around and gave a small grin, but nothing about this was humorous. "After all, you managed to buy a Mandalorian assault vessel..." A mental curse went through his mind. [I]she knows something's not right.[/I] "Mandalorian?" Leigh looked at her with a quizzical look. "I bought it because of the design. The junker was desperate to get rid of it... I guess that's why." He pulled off the lie rather well, but he was sure the officer didn't buy it fully. "Nothing here, Ma'am." One of the troopers came back. Leigh hid the smirk on his face, and looked back at the officer. "So does that mean I can leave?"

Before anyone could answer, a chill entered the ship. All turned their attention, and everyone fell silent. A figure stood in all black armor, a giant glossy helmet covered its identity, and the dull red eyes scanned the area. A cape fell on one shoulder and went down to its legs, and on the other side of the body was a lightsaber. "Inquisitor Tu'ul…" The officer began to speak, but fell silent as a hand was raised. "I sense them..." Was all the figure said. [I]inquisitor... Jedi Hunters.[/I] He had heard the stories of the legendary killers. They were a group of old jedis, force sensitive beings, anything that could connect to the force would join to hunt down and kill the remaining Jedi in the galaxy. Leigh was sure that all of them had been wiped out, but it seems that he was very, very wrong... What did he get himself in to? 

The Inquisitor turned to Leigh. "This is your ship?" The voice asked. The man nodded. It looked away, and suddenly it was on the move. Soon Leigh was being escorted into the same area that hid the special cargo. The Inquisitor stood in front of the wall, staring at it for quite some time before he heard the voice called again. "Open it." All heads turned to Leigh. "What?" The figure turned and faced him. "Your compartment. Open it now."

Leigh stared at the two glowing eyes for a few moments. Even that act was stupid in its own right, but years of battle made him afraid of very little. Although he wasn't afraid... he wasn't stupid either. Leigh slowly stepped forward to the wall, running his fingers gently against the smooth metal before he pushed in, an audible click erupted. He then used his other hand to reach lower on the wall, and smacked hard on the surface, and the wall gave way... to nothing.

The smuggler was pulled back and the inquisitor moved to take a look inside. The figure stepped back, turned back to Leigh and with a grunt of frustration, it raised its hand and swung it, using the force to tear apart the secret compartment, revealing the cargo that he hadn't seen until now... and it was a woman? 

Not just any woman, someone he's seen before. But where? He couldn't let those questions confuse him. His instincts kicked in. Leigh knelt down and gave a quick jab at a trooper's stomach, grabbing his rifle and using the butt end to smack him across the helmet. He had just become a fugitive, and he hoped that the woman that was now exposed knew how to fight for both of their sakes.