A/N: Made significant changes to this chapter. comment if you find any grammatical errors. HATE them!

Chapter 10: Out of the frying pan...

Location: Coruscant, upper atmosphere.

Foawr caught Jon before he fell "we have to go now!" Growd rumbled in his mind.

Foawr nodded mutely and carrying Jon he jogged to the ramp of the ship followed by Growd. Leanne was standing at the top ramp of the ramp who took Jon's limp form and hurried inside, Growd followed her in but Foawr waited at the top. As the ramp closed Foawr looked at the pile under which his father was and it erupted.

"I will find you, my prince" hissed a voice in his mind. Of course Romur hadn't died, Foawr knew that, but they survived and escaped. They were safe "well safer at least" he thought darkly he walked out the bay where Growd sat trembling with pain from his broken wing. "I'll get something for your wing" he thought to Growd.

"I am not weak, I can manage until we enter hyperspace." Snapped Growd a growling deeply. Foawr acknowledged silently, he knew it was bad, he could sense the pain of his bond-mate but Growd's pride and ego were hurt. Foawr knew not to test him from experience and more than a few scars. Helping Growd now would seem like pity to him and would only infuriate him further, so Foawr walked to the cockpit and sat at the co-pilot seat next to Insa.

"Well, you're alive." She remarked as she took the eclipse off planet, the blue sky slowly gave way to the inky blackness of space and the stars.

"Barely…" he croaked and coughed violently and specks of blood now adorned his palm.

"Easy there palace boy, you should get to Leanne she's taking care of Jon, she should check you out too." Insa worriedly glanced at Foawr.

"I'm fine" Foawr clenched his teeth to stave off the pain, if a drakon could be proud so could its rider.

"You've done your part Foawr , now its my turn. If you want to help you're welcome to it, just don't die in my cockpit." Insa snapped annoyed at Foawr's stubbornness.

"Yes ma'am, what should I do?" he replied pulling the console to him.

"Ok turn on all sensors, give me the lay of the field." Insa was now in her zone. She was born to be in space and she knew it.

"Hmm, the two frigates over the industrial sector have launched fighters, about fifteen, they'll be upon us in 10 minutes. Also there are 7 imperial battleships ahead blocking our path. At the current speed we should reach them in 4 minutes." Stated Foawr rapidly growing nervous at the readings.

"Good there is still some time, I'm slowing down a bit, redirect power to forward and aft shields and drop the side shields." She ordered simply.

"That would mean we have no protection from the sides and at current speed both fighters and ships will be upon us. Do you have a plan or are we going to die?" Foawr asked worriedly.

"Relax I have a plan" Insa reassured, Foawr still unconvinced got to work. With the ships now 2 minutes away Leanne entered the cockpit settled in a crash couch and belted herself "are you hurt?" she asked Foawr

"I'm fine…" he growled as he looked at a screen, exasperated by the mothering of the two women.

"Don't bother Leanne men only accept help if they're unconscious or dead." Quipped Insa, Leanne only looked at him.

"I'm fine, really" Foawr softly repeated, she seemed satisfied with his answer.

Leanne looked at the view screen, the ships were now clearly visible against the stars. "What now, they have us pinned" she said.

"That's what they think" replied Insa grinning wickedly. They were close now, and about to enter weapons range with the fighters trailing close by, too close. "Get ready" Insa gripped the ship controls tightly, they crossed into weapons range and for a tense moment nothing happened.

"Why aren't they firing?" Insa glanced worriedly at Foawr "maybe…."

The comms crackled to life interrupting Insa "Attention unidentified ship you are trespassing into military space, you are ordered to power down shields and other non-essential systems and prepare to be boarded for a routine inspection."

"What the…... screw this" hissed Insa and gunned the engine, the eclipse lurched forward and pushed its inhabitants into their seats. "prepare the hyperdrive and plot course to Tython!" she snapped at Foawr who nodded and started entering the co-ordinates.

"Unidentified ship power down and surrender the princess or we will fire, I repeat, power down…" The imperial insisted over the sound of laser rounds bouncing of their shield.

A confused Insa looked at them "What princess?" and her eyes fell on Leanne "Foawr! I swear…" She roared swing the ship violently to evade a missile.

"Later I'll explain everything later, concentrate on getting out of here" Foawr placated her, hoping she wouldn't just surrender and hand them to the empire.

Insa huffed and looked forward they were almost at the ships with the fighters nipping at their heels firing warning shots. "Leanne did you belt that guy to the bed like I told you to? Yes? Good. Don't want any broken necks." The battleships finally fired, red lines of plasma streaked across space "HOLD ON!" screamed Insa.

The eclipse flipped and its engines whined as it slowed down the ship to a near stop, its inertial dampeners nearly popped as it tried to negate g-forces never meant to be negated. But the ship held, and fired its forward weapons into the swarm of approaching fighters, 3 were gunned down immediately the rest flew past the eclipse unable to reduce their speed so abruptly and straight into the torrent of plasma.

The ships had stopped firing fearing they would kill their own pilots but the damage was done and all was quiet for a few seconds, it was all she needed. "Kill the shields redirect all power to engines and hyperdrive only, don't care if you kill the lights" Insa reoriented the eclipse and flew past the battleships in speeds that made the already weak inertial dampeners work even harder to keep the occupants from being crushed by g-forces. The eclipse breached the blockade and jumped to hyperspace.

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