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Moc Lam stood at the glancing point of Boss Nass, with Shugotenshi still reaching out for a helping hand. Moc's stolen dignity wasn't showing at all, but Boss Nass could sense that he was still afraid. "U'san not be needen you'san.." he said in a disgruntled voice, sounding as if maybe he had swalled some old goat. Moc Lam slinted his eyes at him. "My came to help,...and da' udder' things wer'nt not me'sa fault."

Boss Nass unearthed a deep laugh. "Not be trying, you'sa. You'san bein unlucky den's?" Moc Lam knew a comeback for that one. "Musty be, if'n you'san my tooberdin." Boss Nass knew he shouldn't have said a word. "Be on with you'san." he said, trying to get Moc to go away. "JahJah n' Tarp'll lead you'san outta heres." he said again. Moc just stood silently. "My not tinky so. Dey's mini-crunched." Boss Nass couldn't believe it! His own,..well,...FORMER own heretic had wiped out his two guards? Go figure, Tarpals was old, and Jar Jar,..well....Jar Jar was just Jar Jar.

The heretic just watched as Boss Nass stood up, clamping the handle to the rejuvenation capsule. "Yoouu...." Moc Lam Vuli smiled. "::chhchhchh:: No den der Bosses,...You'san no wantin' me mini-crunchen you..nows?" Boss Nass was between a rock and a hard place. If he stayed, he would be put under some sort of weird,.whatever,...by the demi-mage. But if he went, then what would this man do? He did nothing but cause trouble in the past. Well, this certainly was a fine example of blackmail mixed in with a lose-lose situation.

Boss Nass sighed, tapped the side of the capsule, and his two guards humbly stood at the foothold of the bed, guarding him. "You'san win...traidder..." he said, sneering at Moc. Moc Lam only grinned an ugly, decaying smile. The guards took him away, and locked them in.

Moc Lam approached the bed with a graceful ease. He took the outstretched hand of Shugo and cupped it between his own. "YOu'san good, de?" said Moc. Shugotenshi's face was in a pause of time. She closed her gaping jaw, and smiled. "My missed you's!" she said to Moc Lam. Mac Lam smiled, as he sat down at the edge of the capsule. "My's too." Shugotenshi let go of his hands. At least she knew she was safe now. "So why'n you'sa heres? My no not bein' good nuff' ta start da serepy..."

Moc Lam laughed a little. "Unless you'san Crunched, you'san ALWAYS reddy fur da' serepy. Dat's why my here. You'san better's now, and my not no seein' you'san for almost hm...a phex or two's...." She smiled. "You'san tinky my bein like mama some deyz?" Moc Lam smoothed out his robes. "Ahh,...My not no be trying if me'sa tinkin' you'san not." Shugotenshi smiled. "Dat's being bombad!" Mabey once this therepy was over, she could be so much more like her blood mother. Elegant,...beautiful,...not blind,....a TRUE guard like she had always dreamed. She began to let her mind prance away. "We'lln den's, we'san be gettin' started nows, okie-de?" said the heretic mage. Shugotenshi nodded. "okie-de, tooberdin."

"Zsa Zsa....ZsaZsa....Hey! you'san der's?" No reply. It was if he was talking to the wall. He tried again "Zsa Zsa!....." he waited a couple seconds. Still no reply. Hmm. This REALLY wasn't good! Oh wait! He remembered that he carried a sort of insta-torch in his supply pack. Taking out the small stick, he slid it against the wall, bringing sparks to a small piece of what felt to be wood. As the fire crackled up, he was brought face to face with a decaying bone. He dropped it in fright, sending little embers of fire streaming this any and that as the bone rolled across the hard wood floor. It stopped against the wall, where it stood laminated next to a old skeleton. "Oh,.Zsa Zsa...." he said, figuring that mabey This skeleton was Jar Jar. He picked up the bone and prayed. "Oh be da guds, dat dey bein keep zsa zs-"

"Heydoooo? Capin' Tarp's? Dat you'sa?"

He swirled around. Jar Jar! He was in the Cell parallel to Tarpals. "Hey der, boyos!" Jar Jar said, shrugging as he eyes the small jail ward. Tarpals didn't shrug or laugh or do anything. He was still in shock. How the heck did he get down here? "Zsa Zsa, how u'sn be gettin' down heres? Where bein' us?" he said, poking around his room. Jar Jar just shrugged again, pacing across the room of his own. "My no knows. My was jus'd up wit da door, den my feelin bery sleepy, den BAM! My bein here!" Tarpals curled the corner of his mouth up. Well Jar Jar certainly wasn't being any big help...or was he? "Zsa Zsa...what'en you'sa jusd' be talkin bout'?" said Tarpals, picking up the skull as he stood to his knees.
"Well," said Jar Jar, putting his hand to his mouth and posing in a look of deep thought, "My be sayin 'My no knows. My was jus'd up wit da door, den my feelin bery sleepy, den BAM! My bein here!' and den' you asken me'sa to say it's again'!" Tarpals got a good figure of what it may have been. "Moc-Lam...." he said aloud, barely higher than a chipmunk sneeze. Jar Jar became curious. He had heard that word a lot. "Who-s dis'..Mock?" said Jar Jar, trying to move the Cell grate over a little bit.
Tarpals stuck the flaming bone in a small nook between the cracks of his cell, so that it stood up in the wall as a sort of inanimate lantern. "Ohh! Moc is da maxi-big maccanecky boyo...." he said, stomping a little bit on the word 'Moc.' Jar Jar shook at the iron bars a little bit more, becoming just a little unsure of the situation as each inescapable second flew by. "Whad he'sa do?" said Jar Jar. Tarpals flicked a little piece of stone from his pants. "He'sa be doin' lotsa tings. Liken he lost da Jynwasch, he'san be maxi-weirdo persona boyo, and den, he wasd' just told 'you'san no more'a advisor!' by Da Nasses. He no not loud' near Nasses no mores. But he does do sometin' wit Shuugo... Dat all my knows."
Jar Jar was a little intrigued by the word 'Shugo.' "What'n you mean, wit Shuuugo?" Tarpals looked away and to the floor. "My not knows. Bosses no never tellen my...." He himself thought that was a bit odd, seeing as he used to the be the leader of the Gungan army, and that the Boss wouldn't even tell him why he would be doing that. Tarpals removed the thought from mind. "Erm,..yeah...Anyhoo, probylem here's dat' we'sa got'sta get out! Why we'sa in heres!" Jar Jar tryed not to pound him. How the heck would know! If Tarpals didn't know, then what chance in a blue Moon did JJB have?

After a little bit of searching, and a whole lot of lost and discarded Ideas, the two Gungan generals were on wits end.

"Were we escaped and lost in noth'er worlds?"

"no."

"Meebey us'n be dreamin!"

"no. We'san no bein have da same dream."

"Oh yeahs.OOHHHH! WE'SAN DEAD! OOHHH NOOO!"

"no. My not feelin' berry dead's yet."

"...Okie-de....good....My wasd' hopen us'n not crunched....."

JJB and Tarpals had been working out possible hypothesis for the problem at hand. Obviously they weren't getting very far yet. About every idea in the book had been thrown out, but they were still too shocked to come up with any idea brilliant enough for consideration. Tarpals sighed. "Well, wherever's we are's, we'san here." Jar Jar nodded to that. Leaning up against the wall, he looked around the rooms at the dimmed light of the bone. That's when he noticed something. It looked almost like..a broom? Now why the heck would there be a broom in hi-.....oh GOD no.... "Capin'....um...You'san know da dirty pushin boyo?" he said, his eyes as wide as saucers. Tarpals gave a confused look. "Yeah....He'sa always workin down in.....da......." His voice slowed down as he met eyes with Jar Jar. They shared the silence.

"DUNGEON!" They said in unison! Oh crap! They were down in the middle of a smelly, death reeked bowels of the Otoh Gunga guards dungeon! They must be in SERIOUS dog doo if they earned their way into here! Jar Jar ran up to the bars, shaking them as hard as he could and whining. "WE'SA GONNA DIIIIEEEE!!!!!" Tarpals snapped back. "HUSHEN'! Us'n not bein' dead YET..... We'san no be doin' nutsen' wrong! T'was all Moc's fault! We'san not being crunched fur ifin' it tis' Moc's fault...." Jar Jar calmed down as Tarpals continued. "B'sides',....we probably just be gettin' out soon....it jusd' all maxi-biggo mistakey!"

"No tis' nots'...."

"?!" "WHO'SAN DER'S?" Tarpals called out to the insensitive darkness. The voice seemed to have vanished. Who said it? "Heyyyyyydiloooooo...." said Jar Jar, almost if he were yodeling off of Mount Everest. "Ti's jus'd my.....seal......" Oh phew! The voice was only Ceel! Mabey he could help them out of this little situation. "Uh,...We'sa inna wittle,.oh...mistakey." said Jar Jar, making hand motions and walking around the cell. "We'san be seemin' to be in here's,..but dat ain't no rights....so,...can you'san help us'n outs, de?" Ceel said nothing. His movements couldn't be detected, and his face couldn't be seen from the rest of the shadows. "My no can help you's. NO ONE's can help us'n all frum heres....." Jar Jar didn't like the sound of that, not one bit. "What'ju meaning?" said Tarpals as he stood up to look for Ceel's holdment chamber. "We'san all down here cause we'san be no goods no mores....." Jar Jar was about to soil himself soaking. "OOOHHHH NOOO!" he said. "HE'SAN BE'S RIGHT!!!" Tarpals let a look of pure disgust overcome him. "Oh, stop dats. we'sa be jusd' peachy-de....." "NONONO!" said Jar Jar, pointing with full excitement at the wall. "WE'SAN NOT BEIN OKIE-DE'S!LOOKIELOOKIE! OHHH NOOO!" Tarpals lifted his eyes to the wall adjacent to him. There on that very wall stood a small parchment. It seemed to be a list of names.

Ceel Jai Tanks
Tarpals Ton Reets
Jar Jar Binks
Reef Ton Panks
Kun Tan Matts
........

"So?" said Tarpals, picking at the floor. Jar Jar slapped his head. "NONONO! BOVE' DAT!" Tarpals looked above the names. A feeling of utter hopelessness filled him, as his cat-like pupils shrank to dots.

"Opee Fishy food"