"WILL YOU STOP MESSING WITH THAT I JUST FIXED IT!" Yelled Zarfin as he was on top of the ion canon. "By fixed do you mean this poorly repaired speeder," said a massive figure down below waving his 4 massive arms in frustration. "HOW DARE YOU! I'M DOING WHAT I CAN. WE DON'T EXACTLY HAVE A MASSIVE AMOUNT OF RESOURCES TO SPARE!" "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I'M LITERALLY LOOKING AT THE PARTS NEEDED TO FIX THESE SPEEDERS!" "I ALREADY TOLD YOU WE NEED THOSE PARTS TO FIX THE TURRETS THROUGHOUT THE CITY!" He paused to and faced down towards the person he was arguing. "UNLESS YOU WANT THOSE IMPERIAL WALKERS TO ENTER THIS CITY! GOOD LUCK TRYING TO STOP THOSE WITH YOUR LITTLE SCOOTERS…JILO!"

Parcel couldn't help but laugh to himself as he approached his friends. Despite appearance they were great friends who cared about for one another. In his mind they sounded like siblings having a friendly rivalry, yelling each other without truly meaning it. A friendship that he shared with them "Wow you two sound like an old married couple." Something he couldn't say with a straight face. Jilo turned with rage until he saw a giggling Parcel starring at him. All he could do was smile "Are you kidding me Zarfin would be lucky to land such a noble man such as myself." Jilo began starring out to the sky like a hero posing for an artist to paint. It didn't last long as both of them began laughing hysterically and embraced with a handshake followed by a hug. "What brings you down here Parcel? Were you worried that Zarfin blew something up again?" Before Parcel could respond Zarfin began yelling above "HEY! THAT WAS ACCIDENT AND YOU KNOW IT!" "Sure it was…keep telling yourself that," responded Jilo with a smirk on his face. "Oh yea, what was the name of the man that nearly lost his arm because of you." "HEY THAT WASN'T MY FAULT HE SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO WRESTLE WITH PHO-PH'EAHIAN WHILE BEING INTOXICATED!" All they could hear was the sound of Zarfin laughing up above as his point was made.

"I dropped by because Zen told me you guys needed a hand preparing our defenses." His response actually worked to great avail as both Jilo began focusing their attention away from each other in order to respond to him. "Well you can help Jilo get those turrets operational. I know it would go quicker with the two of you versus one." "Yea I could use hand fixing the turrets." "Well, well, well look who agrees with me. Don't you want to fix you tiny scooter though?" This time Zarfin's mockery got to Jilo him and it a fixed rage he yelled "You know with that high pitch voice no wonder people think you cute and adorable." Zarfin was in such a rage he couldn't gather himself to formulate words. Parcel was shocked Jilo would say that; the one thing Zarfin hated above all was those who wouldn't take him seriously. It didn't help that he was Chadra-Fan and, in Parcel's opinion, he was adorable even when he was as angry as he was. Now he had to step him they're little jokes had gone a little too far. "Guys come on, this has gone far enough. Jilo lets take these parts and begin fixing the turrets." Jilo began carrying the parts they needed and walked away with his head down. Parcel could feel Jilo's regret as walked passed but, he wasn't worried about him. It isn't Jilo's nature to apologize neither was it Zarfin's; they just needed some time for their rage to cool down and they'll look back at this with laughs.

After a couple hours of work under the dreadful heat they got the turrets up and operational. "Finally, that was such a tedious job," Jilo could barely talk as he caught his breath. Parcel was in complete agreement as he himself was breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Soon he felt the presence of someone approaching them from behind "Here this will help." Both turned around seeing a person holding two bottles of water out. They would've responded but they were nearly blinded by the reflection of the person's armor. As Jilo covered his eyes he wailed "Damn it Sarlin!" He didn't say anything only stepped backwards in order to get in the cover of shadow "Well fine I'll just drink these myself." Jilo had the look of a shocked child "Fine I'm sorry but, main that was painful are you happy with that." As he tossed the jugs of water to both of them, even now Parcel was unease around Sarlin. It had nothing to do with the man but, the fact he was a Mandalorian. Parcel felt petty for such a reaction towards one person but he's read the stories and knows the conflicts that have occurred between the Jedi and the Mandalorians.

Despite this he still respected Sarlin as a person, no matter what he always seemed to be there to help out with a jug of water or a blaster. Also, the fact that his master has known him way before the clone wars even started helped him over the months in getting to know him and ignoring the past. As he began drinking some water and pouring some of it over his head "What brings you out here Sarlin?" "Zen wanted an update on your guy's progress. I ran into Zarfin who told me where you guys were." Jilo seemed relieved, based on what Sarlin said it seemed he was over their conversation a few hours earlier. "By the way Jilo you should know better than to mention how cute he is." Parcel could hear Jilo sigh and slap one of his hands on his forehead "It was just an angry retaliation that I regret." Sarlin sat next to him and put his hand on his shoulder "Relax pal you two have known each other way too long to let a slip of the tongue break that up." Jilo began cheering up "Thanks I needed that." Sarlin turned to Parcel "So how are we looking?" Parcel didn't know where to begin "We're as good as were ever going to be. We practically used everything we had to prepare. I just hope it's enough." He felt one of Jilo's hand slap him on the back "Come on man don't be so skeptical. We're armed to the teeth with blasters, turrets, fighters and whatever Zarfin has in store for the empire. Not to mention we have a Mandalorian and two Jedi knights. If anything we should be worried for the Empire for the hell there going to go through." Parcel almost forgot about his doubts he had earlier. Jilo had such a positive attitude, all he could do was smile and agree with him. Then out of the blue the alarms systems began going off and all three of them stood up to see a squadron of tie fighters out on the horizon coming in from the north. "It's time let's find the others and prepare." Even while saying it Parcel felt cold but, this time he wasn't anxious. He felt pride knowing he and his master would bring an end to this Sith's tyranny.

As they rushed back inside a squadron of X-Wings burst out of the docking bad with such speed it shook the buildings underneath. As the three ran inside people were practically in a panic. Men grabbing blasters, armor and extra thermal detonators while pilots rushing over to their ships still strapping their helmets while crews of people were fueling and prepping the ships to launch. After passing the crowds they finally reached the back part of the docking bays to see a mass group huddled around and at the center Zen and his master were directing the troops.

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE YOU GUYS KNOW YOU ALL BE SPLIT UP IN GROUPS TO DEFEND MAJOR PARTS OF THE CITY! REMEMBER OUR PRIOTY IS EVACUATING THE CIVILIANS OUT OF THE BATTLEFIELD!" Parcel could sense disappointment throughout the crowd after Zen's command. He could feel the hatred many of these people had against the Empire and he knew how dangerous it could be. "REMEMBER WE'RE FIGHTING FOR NOT JUST FOR OUR OWN REASONS!" Everyone diverted their attention to Parcel as he continued. "THE EMPIRE WILL TREAT THESE PEOPLE AS RESOURCE FOR THEIR OWN GAIN! WE'RE HERE TO FIGHT FOR THEM BECAUSE THEY CAN'T FIGHT FOR THEMSELVES! HOW CAN WE DO THAT IF THEY'RE IN THE LINE OF FIRE; WE'D BE JUST AS BAD AS THE EMPIRE!" His little speech seemed to work he could sense how most of them feeling ashamed of guilty for wanting to go out guns blazing. He turned to see Zen smiling at him, she was glad Parcel was no longer skeptical or self-loathing, which still worried her until now. "Thank you." And she turned her attention back to the troops.

"YOU HEARD HIM REMEMBER WE WON'T PUT OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES AT STAKE FOR OUR OWN GOALS." Many the troops began nodding in agreement. "WE HAVE SHIPS READY TO EVACUATE THE CIVILIANS IF THEY CHOSE. THANKS TO ZARFIN'S EFFORTS HE WAS ABLE TO REPAIR THE ION CANON." Zarfin stood up in pride for his accomplishments as Jilo yelled out in cheer. Zen smiled "FORTUNATELY, IT SEEMS THERE'S ONLY 1 DESTROYER ORBITING THE PLANET. NEVER THE LESS WE HAVE THE ION CANNON ARMED AND READY IN CASE THE SHIPS GETS IT'S ATTENTION!" Both Parcel and many others seemed confused. Why would the Empire only send one destroyer, did the destroyer have that much faith in the Sith he'd sent? "REGARDLESS OF WHY WE'LL USE THIS TO OUR ADVANTAGE! WE'LL ARM THE ION CANON FOR 3 SHOTS THAT CAN DISABLE THE DESTROYER AND USE THE REST OF THE ENERGY TOWARDS THE TURRENTS!" Parcel was surprised by his masters response but everyone, including Zen, agreed with and they all started to become more braver and excited for the fight even when the heard the dog fight going on outside. "ALRIGHT WE KNOW ALL YOUR POSITIONS WE'LL BE SPLITTING UP TO 5 REGIONS SPREAD THROUGHOUT DIFFERENT PARTS OF THE CITY! IT LOOKS LIKE MAJORITY OF THEIR FORCES ARE MARCHING TOWARDS THE NORTHWEST GATE!" She looked up to Parcel and his master "TWO GROUPS ON EITHER SIDE OF THE GATE LED BY PARCEL AND SHARLAX!" Many turned to excitement as they starred at either Sharlax or Parcel with only nods to respond to the troop's excitement. "THE REST OF THE GROUPS WILL BE STATIONED BEHIND AND EITHER SIDE OF THE GROUP AS SUPPORT LED BY ME, JILO AND ZARFIN! BOTH JILO AND ZARFIN'S GROUPS WILL MAINLY BE FOCUSING ON DEALING WITH THE IMPERIAL WALKERS OR ANY OTHER HEAVY ARTILERY AND WATCH THE PERIMETER IN CASE THEY SPLIT THEIR FORCES AND TRY TO SURROND. WHILE MY GROUP WILL BE BEHIND SHALAX AND PARCEL'S GROUP! MY GROUP WILL BE DIVIDED INTO TWO SARGENT FALCK WILL LEAD A GROUP TO ASSIST IN THE EVACUATION WHILE I LEAD THE REST OF US TO AID THE FIRST 2 GROUPS AND PREVENT THE ENEMY FROM OUTFLANKING THEM! YOU HAVE YOUR ORDER LET'S MOVE IT PEOPLE AND MAY THE FORCE BE WITH US ALL!" With that the group stood up with a loud cheer as the dispersed to await further orders from their commanders.

As the groups dispersed Parcel slipped passed them to get to his master. Once, he got to him his master already answered his question before he even asked "Yes I sensed his presence as well." Parcel was shocked, for the first time he saw his master hesitant about their situation. As quickly as Parcel sensed it quickly vanished from his masters thought. He faced directly in the eyes "Listen to me very carefully under no circumstances are you face him alone, we'll face him together do you understand." Parcel only nodded, he couldn't say anything this was a new side of his master he'd never seen before. "If he's able to overpower us you must retreat and help the rebels escape, even it means you leave me behind so I can give you time to escape you must do so." Once again, Parcel nodded "You have my word…master," fear nearly engulfed he felt like a child than a Jedi. He smiled and hugged Parcel, "Don't worry together you, the force and I will be able to prevail over this Sith Lord." This moment was something Parcel would cherish forever, at this moment it wasn't his master who was hugging him but, his father. Eventually, they separated and begin ordering the position of their troops as they made their way to the Northwest gate.

The battle has been going in the sky for a while as Parcel saw rebel and tie fighters clashing in the sky. From his point of view it looked like an elaborate dance between the 2 forces as they attempted to hit and dodge on another. You knew which ones slipped as the burst to flames from blaster fire and fell like a burning moth as they crashed to the ground. As Parcel and his troops made their way random blaster fire came at them until a burning tie fighter began to plummet at them. The people in the area tried to duck cover except for Parcel who put his hands up in the air and closed his eyes. As he reached out with the force he could feel the speed and power at which the fighter was coming in, with the motion of his hands and extreme effort as yelled out was able to push the fighter out of the way as it crashed just out the city. Many troops were in disbelief but still relieved at what he did and the pressed on. The turrets were doing a number on the Imperials. It was Zarfin's idea to convert some of the abandon homes and holes in the cities walls into turret mounts. It was perfect, not only were they able to heavily fortify them but they were so easily concealed there was no way the Imperial Walkers could pinpoint their exact position where they were even with the turrets bombarding them. Even with this advantage they were able to land the shots as a few house were on rumble and the turrets were on fire. Parcel and his men reached to the Northwest side of the gate from there they saw the real defense.

The turrets on top of the wall that were the real firepower. Zarfin was able to rip them off from old Republic Venator class warship, not only were they more powerful than the other turrets they were better armored and Zarfin was even able to equip forward shields that made them even more difficult to take out even for the AT-AT walkers that were firing on them. Their fighters kept the tie fighters at bay from taking them out. Parcel couldn't help but be impressed from both Zarfin's work but, how much hell they were giving the Imperials. In front of the city walls laid a massacre of an Imperial squadron that attempted to advance on the city. Outside the wall laid a field of dead storm troopers and burning AT-ST Walkers covered the field. "Hell yea, I bet those damn Imperials are regretting sending only a single destroyer to take us out." One of the troops in Parcel's platoon yelled out followed by many of them agreeing by yelling out in cheer. "Not only that but if they even get close we got a Jedi…" They were interrupted as one of the Venator turrets exploding next to them. Everyone turned and were stunned by the source of the turrets destruction. It came from an X-Wing that destroyed it from behind as it proceeded to destroy another turret. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! SINCE WHEN DID WE HAVE TRAITOR IN OUR MIDST?" Parcel grabbed for his subspace transceiver "Zen what's going on with that pilot?" "I don't know the pilot went insane he's saying how both he and his astro droid aren't controlling it." Zen paused for a moment which only worried Parcel as the fighter continued cleaving the wall of turrets. "He's saying he's going to sabotage his ship and cause it to explode." As she said it the ship start firing as an explosion in the cockpit erupted in flames but, it still kept flying as if nothing had happened.

"Everyone on the ground was standing there baffled out what they were seeing. Before anyone could react the fighter turned as it made a direct b-line to the gate. Parcel barked at his troops "Everyone get back from the gate." Without hesitation everyone began reeling away from the gate some ran across the wall while most followed Parcel as they took cover behind buildings when they heard a crash and a massive heat wave from the explosion. Parcel got up only to hear something more horrifying. He heard breathing that seemed to tame the roaring flames around him. Slowly, Parcel began to see who it was, as the breathing he could see a dark figure emerging from the flames. He pitch black like the empty void of space itself, as he walked through the flames retreated as they were a dog heeling for their master. As Parcel watched in horror he heard a familiar sound, it drew its light saber. As the bright crimson color of the blade ignited it revealed the figure walking towards him. What terrified him the most was the mask as it shimmered in the presence of the blade. At first Parcel didn't know what to do until out of pure instinct he drew his lightsaber as it sprang to life igniting in beautiful green that temporarily soothed him. The figure stopped focused on Parcel, it would've been pure silence with the exception of the constant breathing from the Sith that instilled fear throughout the city.