BJ eyed the two boys with him. One was a human, the other a young Torgrutan male. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten onto the ship.

One moment he was enjoying the view off the side of landing platform and the next he was on a strange ship waking up on the floor. The two boys watched him impassively.

"Where am I?" he asked the one closest to him.

"We aren't supposed to talk." The young Torgrutan boy said. He was orange skinned like many of his race. His head showed the signs of the pointed crests he might one day have.

The other boy cuffed the Torgrutan lightly. He was pale skinned, blue eyed with brown hair.

They remained in subdued silence. BJ holding on to the hope that Starkiller would come through that door any second and subdue the man who took him.

His heart sank as the minutes stretched and the engines began to fire up. There was a sudden shuddering of the ship and he heard a gasp and curse from the front of the cockpit. Then the ship was free and took off into space.

Despair rushed in.

He'd never been so far from his brother or cousins in all of his life. He wondered what was happening on the Rogue Shadow right now.

They must have entered space as the pilot came back into the room where the silent boys and BJ waited.

He inspected BJ who was too scared to say anything.

"You may speak now. This is Gabriel and Jesseye," he said tersely. "Get to know one another soon you are on your way to be trained as a Royal Guard soon." He smiled. "It's your lucky day."

"This is a mistake," BJ spoke up abruptly.

"No mistake," the man replied. "You were sold to me. A pretty penny I paid for you as well. You are definitely a Force user and will make a fine assassin. And if you don't." He shrugged and turned away.

Anger filled BJ's thoughts.

Joran.

"Good, I can feel your anger," he continued. "Use it as a weapon, let it fuel your energies. 

Your training begins now."

He left them then with a quick nod to Gabriel.

Gabriel picked up two staffs and walked over to where BJ was sitting.

"Here," he said.

Gabriel was half his size and he was surprisingly well adept with the staff. BJ accepted the staff still deep in thought and was startled out of his revelry when Gabriel knocked the staff out of his hands.

"You're a bit slow on the uptake it seems," he said raising an eyebrow.

He swung again but instead of contacting BJ, BJ waved his hand and sent the boy and his staff flying across the room with the force.

"How did you do that?" Gabriel said picking himself up off the floor. BJ remained silent. There was something about this 8 year old. Something that suggested he enjoyed beating someone.

"Come on!" said Gabriel lightly bouncing on his feet. "Give me a few pointers with that and I'll show you how to use this staff."

BJ raised his eye brows. Gabriel continued on. "It's a precursor to a Force Pike," he said. His excitement was palpable.

"Very well," said BJ looking at the staff in his hand. "Show me, and I'll help you."

BJ began practicing in earnest. He knocked Gabriel off his feet with a Force blast that he'd practiced back on Kelusia. Under BJ's patient teaching Gabriel was able to throw his staff across the room. He beamed at his accomplishment, picked it up and started swinging at BJ explaining each move he made as BJ made to counter it.

Escape was on BJ's mind now. If he had to learn to fight to escape, then he might need every lesson they could give. He hoped his mind radiated acceptance.

And so with the silent Torgrutan looking on, his training as a Royal Guard began.