CHAPTER 18
Yoda and Dorshe' were running as fast as the Force could let them as they zipped through the corridors of the Sith ship at blinding speed. Only taking time to fend off what ever opposition they encountered. A small squadron of troopers in one hall, a few defense droids down the next and now another group of soldiers guarded the very room for which they had traveled. "They're they are!" one armored man pointed as Skywalker and Oden came to an abrupt halt. "Fire!" another added as the two Jedi ducked for cover behind two well placed alcoves on either side of the hall. Avoiding every shot that flew was aimed for them. Once he saw an opening in the barrage of flying green beams that passed him. "This has got to be where they're holding the children!" Yoda leaned his body over the alcove and fired his pistol wildly, not in a futile attempt to strike down the Sith soldiers, but instead gather a better idea of how many men there are trying to kill them. After a second the blue eyed Jedi returned his torso to his impromptu shield. "I count eleven: four to the left and seven to the right!" he stated loudly enough for Dorshe' to here over the pulse fire that separated their proximity to each other. The Orveasian gave a nod of compliance to her friend's observation as she positioned the pulse rifle in her hands to waist height and took a small step out of her own alcove then sent off a furious blaze of green pulse fire. Causing many of the guards protecting the rectangular square door, either hitting the floor for cover or because they were too injured from the one woman assault team. After firing thirty or so powerful blasts Dorshe' returned to her cover as the remaining troopers began to retaliate. "Make that five: two on the left and three to the right." Yoda wasn't surprised by Dorshe's feat having known her far to long to be surprised by her brash but decisive actions. "Less than enough for us to take yes?" She smirked. Skywalker gave her a devious smile that was unmistakably his. "On three." they waited for another opening in the pulse fire ".Three!" the two Jedi pounced from their cover as they charged down the hall firing a lethal counterattack of pulse fire while also trying to avoid the oncoming blast at the same time. Yoda took the lead as Master Oden followed providing cover fire taking out three more soldiers in the process leaving the last two for Skywalker to handle. Yoda couldn't find a clear shot as he closed the distance between him and the two troopers, so he called upon the Force to assist him as he made a great leap over the two black armored men. Twisting and gyrating to distract the troopers while Dorshe' snuck behind them. Then as Skywalker made his landing and before they could take that moment to fire. Master Oden swung the hilt of her rifle with a single swipe into the helmets of the soldiers, causing pieces of their armor to chip as their bodies fell to the floor. Yoda bent down and grabbed a pulse rifle from the unconscious men, taking this opportunity to wield a more powerful weapon. Dorshe' rushed to the door control panel adjacent to the entry hatch of the room the soldiers were trying to protect. "We need the security code." Yoda bent down once more, removing the helmet of a fallen trooper with one hand while his rifle was still held firmly in the other. The Master Jedi tossed the head piece across the shiny metal floor as he placed his bare hand on the soldier's forehead, tapping into his slumbering mind using the powers of the Force to find the knowledge he needed. When he found the codes Yoda turned to Dorshe'. "Beta-Six-G-Nine-Zeta-Seven-Seven." He then rose to his feet as Master Oden typed in the corresponding digits in the control panel. Once completed, the door hissed then came to a gradual parting that allowed easy access into the room full of thirty-three children, mostly human but some of varying species and creeds from across the galaxy. They were frightened the two Jedi could sense their fear. Each one had not seen the families that they were stolen from since their abductions. They couldn't help but be scared the oldest of the children could not be more than eight maybe nine years old and now these two new, unfamiliar looking people come rushing into their room carrying massive guns which only made their innocent fears rise. "It's alright children." Dorshe' used the Force through her voice to calm their uneasy nerves ".we are here to take you back to your families." The tiny beings began to ease in their distress. Somehow they knew these people would not hurt them, and that they are good people. "Now come with us to our ship." They all began to stand, some of them carrying each other due to their small legs that would not keep up with the faster children. "Quickly now follow Master Skywalker." She ushered as Yoda led the group of young ones to the Hanger, praying to the Force that there would be no opposition, and that Grem and Chevacca made it the Falcon alright.
Chevacca and Grem were running as fast as the Force could have propelled them to avoid the incoming onslaught of defense droids and Sith troopers that were following them. Small bursts of red and green pulse fire darted past their bodies making it harder for the Jedi to focus on their increased strength through the Force and the increasing danger that had found it's way to them. As the two made their way around a passage they noticed the large opening that displayed the Millennium Falcon. Their salvation was awaiting them along with the familiar R2-D2 and his associate C-3PO holding their position waiting for everyone to hop onto the ship's rustic access ramp. "Hurry" Chevacca growled as they began to run with even greater speed. Once passed the entrance of the hanger deck R2 popped his small transceiver antennae from the top of his silver dome, which he used to close the blast doors behind the Jedi. This caused Master Chevacca and Venad to come to a halt in their footsteps, as they became surprised by the droid's power. After blankly staring at the sealed hatch, then at each other and finally at the small astromech next to the golden protocol droid, "I was unaware that you were capable of wielding the Force R2?" "He didn't use the Force Master Chevacca." 3PO interrupted. "R2 simply locked out all the controls to this vessel and implanted a subroutine that gave him complete remote access to its main computer." He babbled. "In all essence.R2 is this ship." "Beep booo" Grem could have sworn he saw a smirk on R2's expressionless face. "Wheet tooom beeop!" he expelled as the two Jedi turned to 3PO for an explanation. "He says that the blast doors won't hold them back for long and Master Skywalker and Master Oden are on their way here, but they have company." Two small compartments opened on top of R2's head as two cylindrical objects began to rise out from them. ".R2 believes you will be more comfortable with these at your disposal." Chevacca was pleased to see the lightsabres that the droid kept in his head as the wookiee dropped his pistol and grabbed both hilts and tossed one of them to Grem. The vurk caught the device in his hand as soon as he let go of his rifle then ignited its green blade and Chevacca his blue blade. They both were satisfied with the sabres and then stood in their own unique ready stances towards the open hall opposite to the one that was already closed hearing the echoing footsteps of an unseen group but they were clamed to sense that it was only the presences of Masters Skywalker and Oden, and many more beings. They did not know who they had to belong but there was no denying the innocent fear of youth that came hurrying its way to them. Chevacca could also sense something else getting close to their position something darker. Chevacca turned to face the two droids on the Falcon's ramp. "3PO! Get inside the ship, prep the weapons then start the pre-launch sequence and ready the Falcon to take on passengers!" R2 rolled off the slope and next to his friend Grem with his laser emitters armed. "As you order Master Chevacca!" and 3PO waddled behind himself into the vessel. At that moment an ensemble of youths followed by the heavily armed Dorshe' and Yoda came scampering into the Hanger bay. "There children that's the ship now hurry!" Yoda shouted sensing the incoming danger drawing ever so closely to them. Grem relieved him self of his position next to R2 to oversee the children's entrance into the Falcon. "This way!" The blue skinned vurk waved his free hand up the ship's entrance ramp. Skywalker then threw his rifle to the ground as he approached R2 knowing he carried the spare sabres Skywalker placed in the droids care some three years ago. "R2 the sabres!" the droid gave his master the last remaining of the three lightsabres, realizing that Chevacca and Grem had the other two blades, leaving him with the last and Dorshe' to wield her rifle. "Dorshe." "I'll be fine Yoda!" she said in a determined tone as she picked up Skywalker's discarded weapon now wielding two rifles she was more than ready to provide cover fire once more. That's when the Jedi sensed darkness coming closer, he then wasted no time activating the green energy shaft of his spare sabre as the last of the children were finally onboard the ship. Just then, three dark robed men walked into the hanger via the one open corridor, two being led behind their superior in a triangular formation. The Jedis muscle's tightened, waiting the Sith to unleash their own lightsabres. The Dark warriors stopped their approach short of the completely entering the spacious room. As the tension rose as the Bay doors began to open, exposing the stars outside the ship. This left the Jedi with nothing less than confusion. "R2?" Grem said not taking his eyes off the enemy. "Please tell me you opened the bay doors." The droid gave a whistled response that could only mean 'no'. The Jedi could sense the evil still decreasing its distance from them, despite the obvious presence of three men ready to pounce on them at any moment but they were expecting this person. It was the only explanation for why the Sith have yet to attack.
Meanwhile, onboard the Millennium Falcon C-3PO had his hands full trying his best to keep the children calm as he led them into the ship's main lounge. "Now children I will require you all to remain in this room until it is safe for us to take off do you understand?" the young ones gave no response but the fear that they expressed on their faces. "Don't worry my Master and his friends will let no harm come to you!" he commented. This didn't help them feel better but some of them knew he was honest in his statement. 3PO had to comply with his orders the children were secure and now he had to start the weapons or they might not have a fighting chance against the hoard of soldiers about burst through that sealed metal door. The protocol droid made his way into the cockpit and stood before the main control panel. Trying to remember how to activate the necessary systems "If my memory banks serve me correctly." he hovered his steel hands over the blinking panels. ".the weapons panel." his sensor spheres fell onto the pulse cannon array console. ".this one!" he pressed the fire button causing all of the Falcons pulse emitters to fire their destructive graviton blasts into multiple directions. Giving little time for the Jedi and the Sith to act on their reflexes and leap away from several of the beams but also allowing a few pulses to destroy the door that contained the Dark troopers and subsequently killing most if not seriously injuring them in that process. "Oh my stars!" the droid expelled trying to yield the cannons before he could cause more needless destruction.
This was a double edged sword in the heroes' sides. With the main access door destroyed, it would only make it easier for the next squadron of soldiers to ambush Master Skywalker and the others. Which meant they had to make quick work of the Sith. That's when the darker presence finally made its self evident as a small shuttle entered in through the large opening which opened out into the stars. The dark vessel hovered around the Falcon for a moment, keeping the four Jedi on their heels as the ship came to a gradual landing on the far side of the hander not far from the stone faced Sith that were awaiting it, the minutes of anxious anticipation few by like minutes to the concerned Jedi. 'What could be so important that would keep Sith at bay like this for so long?' Grem questioned with his mind's voice to his battle ready companions. Chevacca responded through the telepathic bond. 'Not what Noble Venad but rather who?' this caused Grem to firm his grasp on his sabre, calling upon the Force to calm his spirit. Dorshe' injected into the conversation. 'I know who it is.' She kept her rifles aimed at the shuttle as its side hatches began to hiss open. 'Brace yourselves!' Grem held his lasersword sharply in front of him in a guard position as did Yoda and Chevacca. The shuttle carried another black robed man, but he was more forward to let down his cowl and reveal himself than his fellow Sith. Jiles gave an evil eminent grimace as his hood fell past his shoulders. The Jedis recognized him immediately but remained firm in their stances not letting Oiket's presence affect them. "It's good to see you again my 'friends'!" he projected across the wide echoing room. "I do hope that my associate Darth Lulet and his underlings have given you pleasant accommodations here!" "Cut it with the games!" Skywalker returned in a neutral tone the almost breached into spite, only leading for Jiles's smirk to grow more with a twisted evil seeping from it. "I apologize to you Master Skywalker I didn't mean to be offensive, just polite." "If you truly were a man of etiquette you would have introduced yourself by now!" Yoda humored him still focusing on holding back his emotions toward Jiles. "Even despite our recent encounter." Oiket laughed as he strolled next to his Sith companions. "Ah yes! I do recall our little skirmish on Kamino such a lovely world. A true testament to what happens to people who don't accept the Darkside of the Force as their protector." His glare intensified into Yoda's eyes. "And how could you forget my small visit to the Temple!" Chevacca took a step forward at the Sith's arrogance. "What have you done with the Clone you beast!" he snared into the dark minds across from him. "You call me a beast Wookiee? Have you taken a look at yourself? Bretew was right about you! Always a disciple to the hypocrisies of the Jedi, I guess that applies to everything else then doesn't it?" The natural Wookiee warrior in Chevacca's blood had the relentless desire to go over there and rip off Oiket's arms with his bare claws. Thankfully his Jedi training kept him from making such rash actions. "As for the matter of 'our' clone you can be rest assured that no harm will come to him." Dorshe' cut off the foolish banter. "When has a Sith ever 'not meant harm' to anything?" keeping her eyes and the barrels of her guns locked on Jiles as he diverted his attention to the heavy artillery wielding orveasian. "We don't 'harm' our own kind Master Oden." His pale face grew an expression of epiphany. "Oden!" he reached deeper into his cloak. "I believe I have something that is inheritably yours." He pulled out a lightsabre and threw it over to Dorshe'. Her hands already full occupied with the two pulse rifles, she used the Force to levitate the hilt before her eyes. Then it hit her, this sabre belonged to her beloved, it was Pacres's lightsabre. She was without words at the sight of the weapon as pain crept into her heart causing her to drop the rifles and snatch at the sabre, cradling it close to her body as it was a treasured memento. This made the other Jedi and especially R2- D2 to look on at the woman with confusion. Dorshe' fought the tears that swelled in her eyes not letting the Sith gain any joy from seeing her in pain. "Your husband was not very forth coming to our questions when we captured him." Jiles remarked as the realization hit the other Jedi's faces making them set their feet deeper into the hard surface below them. "He left us with no choice." He removed his robes completely revealing his clad leather jumpsuit. "Just as you leave me no choice now." Darth Lulet and his followers discarded their cloaks the human males were virtually identical in appearance with matching uniforms that set them slightly apart from the two Darths. They waited for Darth Sadist to ignite his lightsabre before they did so as well, creating a crimson display of illuminating pillars that shrieked as a symbol of the Sith's unifying hatred. Master Oden wasted no more time with grief, now was the time for justice. She took her husband's sabre from the niche that was her chest, and held it firmly in her hands; one over the other then activated the device with her upper thumb extending the shimmering blue blade from its hilt. She then stepped forward, signifying her readiness for the Sith's challenge. That's when the Sith charged to the Jedi, with their sabres whaling in the air as they ran in a fit of rage, only to be halted by the loud alarms that began to go off in turn causing several large red lights to flash periodically. A voice came over the internal comm. array. "Warning! This is a Code Red Alert. A large fleet of Jedi ships are nearing our position. All crew members proceed to you battle stations at once!" The voice was drowned out by Jiles words. "This is your doing Jedi." He pointed with his weapon knowing that the Master would not be pleased to hear of this weakness on his behalf. "You will pay!" and he made a great leap aiming his lighting sword for a slice at Dorshe's head, she simply swiped his attempted with a single parry that sent him flying in the other direction. The other Sith quickly followed suit as they attacked the other Jedi with their rage engulfed sabre exchanges still unaware of their surroundings inside the hanger or outside the hull.
"Now exiting Hyperspace Master Amtlar." Jhellows stated as she slowly controlled the Virtuous to slip back into normal space. The Battle fleet soon did the same giving the Virtuous the space it needs to head the taskforce as the ship slowly began to approach the enemy ensemble of black animal like ships. "Master Amtlar. I' am currently scanning over twenty unknown vessels in this system. Including what appears to be an old Imperial destroyer and all are in attack formation and have their weapons at the ready poimted in our direction." Amtlar knew this had to be the Sith fleet. "All except for one that has apparently shutdown near the enemy taskforce?" Baldos's voice filled the bridge. "Scan the vessel in question." He requested of the science officer located to his far right. The human Jedi obediently responded. "I can't detect any energy flow in the ship's main power core. It's currently running on reserves in one deck, and its computer systems have no obvious activity." His eyes focused more intensely as he continued to view the scanner readout. "I' am detecting a Jedi vessel in that ship's Hanger bay." he turned to his superior realizing what that vessel really was. ".Master it's the Millennium Falcon." 'So that's what happened to Skywalker!' the mon calamari thought as he tapped the console that opened a broadband channel to the Jedi fleet located conveniently on the arm of his command chair. "All ships we are now at battle ready status raise your shields and arm your weapons we are now engaging the enemy. But be mindful that one of the Sith battlecruiser is apparently malfunctioning.:" he calmed his voice. ".It has come to my attention that this vessel is carrying Master Skywalker and quite possibly other neutral parties onboard." His groggy voice intensified. ".here this! No ship in this fleet is permitted to attack this vessel unless given my direct order t do so. We must focus our forces on their heavy battleships and carriers first!" Baldos's body began to lean on the arm of his chair as he glared at the open view ports that encompassed most of the bridges walls, calling for the Force to bless this battle with the Jedi's success. Amtlar was unsettled to find that his ability to see into the Force was clouded. 'Most disturbing.' he thought. '.indeed darker powers are at work here! I only hope that Skywalker is alright!"
Yoda and Dorshe' were running as fast as the Force could let them as they zipped through the corridors of the Sith ship at blinding speed. Only taking time to fend off what ever opposition they encountered. A small squadron of troopers in one hall, a few defense droids down the next and now another group of soldiers guarded the very room for which they had traveled. "They're they are!" one armored man pointed as Skywalker and Oden came to an abrupt halt. "Fire!" another added as the two Jedi ducked for cover behind two well placed alcoves on either side of the hall. Avoiding every shot that flew was aimed for them. Once he saw an opening in the barrage of flying green beams that passed him. "This has got to be where they're holding the children!" Yoda leaned his body over the alcove and fired his pistol wildly, not in a futile attempt to strike down the Sith soldiers, but instead gather a better idea of how many men there are trying to kill them. After a second the blue eyed Jedi returned his torso to his impromptu shield. "I count eleven: four to the left and seven to the right!" he stated loudly enough for Dorshe' to here over the pulse fire that separated their proximity to each other. The Orveasian gave a nod of compliance to her friend's observation as she positioned the pulse rifle in her hands to waist height and took a small step out of her own alcove then sent off a furious blaze of green pulse fire. Causing many of the guards protecting the rectangular square door, either hitting the floor for cover or because they were too injured from the one woman assault team. After firing thirty or so powerful blasts Dorshe' returned to her cover as the remaining troopers began to retaliate. "Make that five: two on the left and three to the right." Yoda wasn't surprised by Dorshe's feat having known her far to long to be surprised by her brash but decisive actions. "Less than enough for us to take yes?" She smirked. Skywalker gave her a devious smile that was unmistakably his. "On three." they waited for another opening in the pulse fire ".Three!" the two Jedi pounced from their cover as they charged down the hall firing a lethal counterattack of pulse fire while also trying to avoid the oncoming blast at the same time. Yoda took the lead as Master Oden followed providing cover fire taking out three more soldiers in the process leaving the last two for Skywalker to handle. Yoda couldn't find a clear shot as he closed the distance between him and the two troopers, so he called upon the Force to assist him as he made a great leap over the two black armored men. Twisting and gyrating to distract the troopers while Dorshe' snuck behind them. Then as Skywalker made his landing and before they could take that moment to fire. Master Oden swung the hilt of her rifle with a single swipe into the helmets of the soldiers, causing pieces of their armor to chip as their bodies fell to the floor. Yoda bent down and grabbed a pulse rifle from the unconscious men, taking this opportunity to wield a more powerful weapon. Dorshe' rushed to the door control panel adjacent to the entry hatch of the room the soldiers were trying to protect. "We need the security code." Yoda bent down once more, removing the helmet of a fallen trooper with one hand while his rifle was still held firmly in the other. The Master Jedi tossed the head piece across the shiny metal floor as he placed his bare hand on the soldier's forehead, tapping into his slumbering mind using the powers of the Force to find the knowledge he needed. When he found the codes Yoda turned to Dorshe'. "Beta-Six-G-Nine-Zeta-Seven-Seven." He then rose to his feet as Master Oden typed in the corresponding digits in the control panel. Once completed, the door hissed then came to a gradual parting that allowed easy access into the room full of thirty-three children, mostly human but some of varying species and creeds from across the galaxy. They were frightened the two Jedi could sense their fear. Each one had not seen the families that they were stolen from since their abductions. They couldn't help but be scared the oldest of the children could not be more than eight maybe nine years old and now these two new, unfamiliar looking people come rushing into their room carrying massive guns which only made their innocent fears rise. "It's alright children." Dorshe' used the Force through her voice to calm their uneasy nerves ".we are here to take you back to your families." The tiny beings began to ease in their distress. Somehow they knew these people would not hurt them, and that they are good people. "Now come with us to our ship." They all began to stand, some of them carrying each other due to their small legs that would not keep up with the faster children. "Quickly now follow Master Skywalker." She ushered as Yoda led the group of young ones to the Hanger, praying to the Force that there would be no opposition, and that Grem and Chevacca made it the Falcon alright.
Chevacca and Grem were running as fast as the Force could have propelled them to avoid the incoming onslaught of defense droids and Sith troopers that were following them. Small bursts of red and green pulse fire darted past their bodies making it harder for the Jedi to focus on their increased strength through the Force and the increasing danger that had found it's way to them. As the two made their way around a passage they noticed the large opening that displayed the Millennium Falcon. Their salvation was awaiting them along with the familiar R2-D2 and his associate C-3PO holding their position waiting for everyone to hop onto the ship's rustic access ramp. "Hurry" Chevacca growled as they began to run with even greater speed. Once passed the entrance of the hanger deck R2 popped his small transceiver antennae from the top of his silver dome, which he used to close the blast doors behind the Jedi. This caused Master Chevacca and Venad to come to a halt in their footsteps, as they became surprised by the droid's power. After blankly staring at the sealed hatch, then at each other and finally at the small astromech next to the golden protocol droid, "I was unaware that you were capable of wielding the Force R2?" "He didn't use the Force Master Chevacca." 3PO interrupted. "R2 simply locked out all the controls to this vessel and implanted a subroutine that gave him complete remote access to its main computer." He babbled. "In all essence.R2 is this ship." "Beep booo" Grem could have sworn he saw a smirk on R2's expressionless face. "Wheet tooom beeop!" he expelled as the two Jedi turned to 3PO for an explanation. "He says that the blast doors won't hold them back for long and Master Skywalker and Master Oden are on their way here, but they have company." Two small compartments opened on top of R2's head as two cylindrical objects began to rise out from them. ".R2 believes you will be more comfortable with these at your disposal." Chevacca was pleased to see the lightsabres that the droid kept in his head as the wookiee dropped his pistol and grabbed both hilts and tossed one of them to Grem. The vurk caught the device in his hand as soon as he let go of his rifle then ignited its green blade and Chevacca his blue blade. They both were satisfied with the sabres and then stood in their own unique ready stances towards the open hall opposite to the one that was already closed hearing the echoing footsteps of an unseen group but they were clamed to sense that it was only the presences of Masters Skywalker and Oden, and many more beings. They did not know who they had to belong but there was no denying the innocent fear of youth that came hurrying its way to them. Chevacca could also sense something else getting close to their position something darker. Chevacca turned to face the two droids on the Falcon's ramp. "3PO! Get inside the ship, prep the weapons then start the pre-launch sequence and ready the Falcon to take on passengers!" R2 rolled off the slope and next to his friend Grem with his laser emitters armed. "As you order Master Chevacca!" and 3PO waddled behind himself into the vessel. At that moment an ensemble of youths followed by the heavily armed Dorshe' and Yoda came scampering into the Hanger bay. "There children that's the ship now hurry!" Yoda shouted sensing the incoming danger drawing ever so closely to them. Grem relieved him self of his position next to R2 to oversee the children's entrance into the Falcon. "This way!" The blue skinned vurk waved his free hand up the ship's entrance ramp. Skywalker then threw his rifle to the ground as he approached R2 knowing he carried the spare sabres Skywalker placed in the droids care some three years ago. "R2 the sabres!" the droid gave his master the last remaining of the three lightsabres, realizing that Chevacca and Grem had the other two blades, leaving him with the last and Dorshe' to wield her rifle. "Dorshe." "I'll be fine Yoda!" she said in a determined tone as she picked up Skywalker's discarded weapon now wielding two rifles she was more than ready to provide cover fire once more. That's when the Jedi sensed darkness coming closer, he then wasted no time activating the green energy shaft of his spare sabre as the last of the children were finally onboard the ship. Just then, three dark robed men walked into the hanger via the one open corridor, two being led behind their superior in a triangular formation. The Jedis muscle's tightened, waiting the Sith to unleash their own lightsabres. The Dark warriors stopped their approach short of the completely entering the spacious room. As the tension rose as the Bay doors began to open, exposing the stars outside the ship. This left the Jedi with nothing less than confusion. "R2?" Grem said not taking his eyes off the enemy. "Please tell me you opened the bay doors." The droid gave a whistled response that could only mean 'no'. The Jedi could sense the evil still decreasing its distance from them, despite the obvious presence of three men ready to pounce on them at any moment but they were expecting this person. It was the only explanation for why the Sith have yet to attack.
Meanwhile, onboard the Millennium Falcon C-3PO had his hands full trying his best to keep the children calm as he led them into the ship's main lounge. "Now children I will require you all to remain in this room until it is safe for us to take off do you understand?" the young ones gave no response but the fear that they expressed on their faces. "Don't worry my Master and his friends will let no harm come to you!" he commented. This didn't help them feel better but some of them knew he was honest in his statement. 3PO had to comply with his orders the children were secure and now he had to start the weapons or they might not have a fighting chance against the hoard of soldiers about burst through that sealed metal door. The protocol droid made his way into the cockpit and stood before the main control panel. Trying to remember how to activate the necessary systems "If my memory banks serve me correctly." he hovered his steel hands over the blinking panels. ".the weapons panel." his sensor spheres fell onto the pulse cannon array console. ".this one!" he pressed the fire button causing all of the Falcons pulse emitters to fire their destructive graviton blasts into multiple directions. Giving little time for the Jedi and the Sith to act on their reflexes and leap away from several of the beams but also allowing a few pulses to destroy the door that contained the Dark troopers and subsequently killing most if not seriously injuring them in that process. "Oh my stars!" the droid expelled trying to yield the cannons before he could cause more needless destruction.
This was a double edged sword in the heroes' sides. With the main access door destroyed, it would only make it easier for the next squadron of soldiers to ambush Master Skywalker and the others. Which meant they had to make quick work of the Sith. That's when the darker presence finally made its self evident as a small shuttle entered in through the large opening which opened out into the stars. The dark vessel hovered around the Falcon for a moment, keeping the four Jedi on their heels as the ship came to a gradual landing on the far side of the hander not far from the stone faced Sith that were awaiting it, the minutes of anxious anticipation few by like minutes to the concerned Jedi. 'What could be so important that would keep Sith at bay like this for so long?' Grem questioned with his mind's voice to his battle ready companions. Chevacca responded through the telepathic bond. 'Not what Noble Venad but rather who?' this caused Grem to firm his grasp on his sabre, calling upon the Force to calm his spirit. Dorshe' injected into the conversation. 'I know who it is.' She kept her rifles aimed at the shuttle as its side hatches began to hiss open. 'Brace yourselves!' Grem held his lasersword sharply in front of him in a guard position as did Yoda and Chevacca. The shuttle carried another black robed man, but he was more forward to let down his cowl and reveal himself than his fellow Sith. Jiles gave an evil eminent grimace as his hood fell past his shoulders. The Jedis recognized him immediately but remained firm in their stances not letting Oiket's presence affect them. "It's good to see you again my 'friends'!" he projected across the wide echoing room. "I do hope that my associate Darth Lulet and his underlings have given you pleasant accommodations here!" "Cut it with the games!" Skywalker returned in a neutral tone the almost breached into spite, only leading for Jiles's smirk to grow more with a twisted evil seeping from it. "I apologize to you Master Skywalker I didn't mean to be offensive, just polite." "If you truly were a man of etiquette you would have introduced yourself by now!" Yoda humored him still focusing on holding back his emotions toward Jiles. "Even despite our recent encounter." Oiket laughed as he strolled next to his Sith companions. "Ah yes! I do recall our little skirmish on Kamino such a lovely world. A true testament to what happens to people who don't accept the Darkside of the Force as their protector." His glare intensified into Yoda's eyes. "And how could you forget my small visit to the Temple!" Chevacca took a step forward at the Sith's arrogance. "What have you done with the Clone you beast!" he snared into the dark minds across from him. "You call me a beast Wookiee? Have you taken a look at yourself? Bretew was right about you! Always a disciple to the hypocrisies of the Jedi, I guess that applies to everything else then doesn't it?" The natural Wookiee warrior in Chevacca's blood had the relentless desire to go over there and rip off Oiket's arms with his bare claws. Thankfully his Jedi training kept him from making such rash actions. "As for the matter of 'our' clone you can be rest assured that no harm will come to him." Dorshe' cut off the foolish banter. "When has a Sith ever 'not meant harm' to anything?" keeping her eyes and the barrels of her guns locked on Jiles as he diverted his attention to the heavy artillery wielding orveasian. "We don't 'harm' our own kind Master Oden." His pale face grew an expression of epiphany. "Oden!" he reached deeper into his cloak. "I believe I have something that is inheritably yours." He pulled out a lightsabre and threw it over to Dorshe'. Her hands already full occupied with the two pulse rifles, she used the Force to levitate the hilt before her eyes. Then it hit her, this sabre belonged to her beloved, it was Pacres's lightsabre. She was without words at the sight of the weapon as pain crept into her heart causing her to drop the rifles and snatch at the sabre, cradling it close to her body as it was a treasured memento. This made the other Jedi and especially R2- D2 to look on at the woman with confusion. Dorshe' fought the tears that swelled in her eyes not letting the Sith gain any joy from seeing her in pain. "Your husband was not very forth coming to our questions when we captured him." Jiles remarked as the realization hit the other Jedi's faces making them set their feet deeper into the hard surface below them. "He left us with no choice." He removed his robes completely revealing his clad leather jumpsuit. "Just as you leave me no choice now." Darth Lulet and his followers discarded their cloaks the human males were virtually identical in appearance with matching uniforms that set them slightly apart from the two Darths. They waited for Darth Sadist to ignite his lightsabre before they did so as well, creating a crimson display of illuminating pillars that shrieked as a symbol of the Sith's unifying hatred. Master Oden wasted no more time with grief, now was the time for justice. She took her husband's sabre from the niche that was her chest, and held it firmly in her hands; one over the other then activated the device with her upper thumb extending the shimmering blue blade from its hilt. She then stepped forward, signifying her readiness for the Sith's challenge. That's when the Sith charged to the Jedi, with their sabres whaling in the air as they ran in a fit of rage, only to be halted by the loud alarms that began to go off in turn causing several large red lights to flash periodically. A voice came over the internal comm. array. "Warning! This is a Code Red Alert. A large fleet of Jedi ships are nearing our position. All crew members proceed to you battle stations at once!" The voice was drowned out by Jiles words. "This is your doing Jedi." He pointed with his weapon knowing that the Master would not be pleased to hear of this weakness on his behalf. "You will pay!" and he made a great leap aiming his lighting sword for a slice at Dorshe's head, she simply swiped his attempted with a single parry that sent him flying in the other direction. The other Sith quickly followed suit as they attacked the other Jedi with their rage engulfed sabre exchanges still unaware of their surroundings inside the hanger or outside the hull.
"Now exiting Hyperspace Master Amtlar." Jhellows stated as she slowly controlled the Virtuous to slip back into normal space. The Battle fleet soon did the same giving the Virtuous the space it needs to head the taskforce as the ship slowly began to approach the enemy ensemble of black animal like ships. "Master Amtlar. I' am currently scanning over twenty unknown vessels in this system. Including what appears to be an old Imperial destroyer and all are in attack formation and have their weapons at the ready poimted in our direction." Amtlar knew this had to be the Sith fleet. "All except for one that has apparently shutdown near the enemy taskforce?" Baldos's voice filled the bridge. "Scan the vessel in question." He requested of the science officer located to his far right. The human Jedi obediently responded. "I can't detect any energy flow in the ship's main power core. It's currently running on reserves in one deck, and its computer systems have no obvious activity." His eyes focused more intensely as he continued to view the scanner readout. "I' am detecting a Jedi vessel in that ship's Hanger bay." he turned to his superior realizing what that vessel really was. ".Master it's the Millennium Falcon." 'So that's what happened to Skywalker!' the mon calamari thought as he tapped the console that opened a broadband channel to the Jedi fleet located conveniently on the arm of his command chair. "All ships we are now at battle ready status raise your shields and arm your weapons we are now engaging the enemy. But be mindful that one of the Sith battlecruiser is apparently malfunctioning.:" he calmed his voice. ".It has come to my attention that this vessel is carrying Master Skywalker and quite possibly other neutral parties onboard." His groggy voice intensified. ".here this! No ship in this fleet is permitted to attack this vessel unless given my direct order t do so. We must focus our forces on their heavy battleships and carriers first!" Baldos's body began to lean on the arm of his chair as he glared at the open view ports that encompassed most of the bridges walls, calling for the Force to bless this battle with the Jedi's success. Amtlar was unsettled to find that his ability to see into the Force was clouded. 'Most disturbing.' he thought. '.indeed darker powers are at work here! I only hope that Skywalker is alright!"