CHAPTER 20
Master Chevacca could sense Skywalker and Vend opening the distance between them. The wookiee didn't need to feel for his opponent's mind to realize he was growing tired, he could see it sweating off the Sith's pale face, the flashes sparking from their lightsabre exchanges were reflecting off the salt water seeping from his pores. The Sith was well instructed in his dueling abilities, but that was insignificant compared to Chevacca's bond with the Force, which directed his every move and used his sabre to deflect his enemy's attack pushing him a few paces back away from his own furry body, which was now covered by a partially torn blue flight-uniform. The disoriented villain, quickly composed his anger as he slashed his red blade for Chevacca's head, which was returned with a powerful gust of force energy emitted from the Wookiee's unoccupied paw, sending the human flying back even farther than he was sent before, but this time he didn't land on his feet instead he crashed into the paved steel floor on his thick back. The Jedi saw the Sith's weapon fall out of his hands and while his enemy was dazed by the fall, he wasted no time. Using the force once more, Chevacca pulled the black metal hilt in his direction, as it flew towards him by his will alone, the Jedi swiped his sabre across the cylinder slicing it in two. He then heard the Sith's grunts grow louder as he began to erect his body upright, Chevacca had his opportunity to strike his opponent dead, he took it in a great leap with his lightsabre pulled far over his head. He came descending over the sitting dark warrior. The Sith reacted quickly raising his right leg up with a swift kick at his paws, bruising the brown haired limbs and sending his sabre flying, only leaving behind the sounds of the tiny metal shaft clanging against the hull of the Millennium Falcon's until it became caught inside a small crack in the hull. Chevacca was forced to step back as the Sith leapt back onto his feet, they were unarmed, and still alive all they had left were their bare hands and their beliefs in the force. The Dark warrior crafted his hands into large fists that he positioned in front of his upper body, much like that of the professional hand boxed fighters on Coruscant. Master Chevacca accepted the pale man's challenge raising his own paws in the standard Jedi combat poise, waiting for the Sith to make the first move. The leather dressed man pounced for the Jedi's neck. That! was his first mistake: forgetting that wookiees have a much longer arm reach than that of the tallest human. With a quick jab of his arm, Chevacca ceased the Sith with his left arm in mid air and slammed him back into the steal floor instantly knocking him unconscious. He looked down at his disabled victim "You should feel lucky!" he moaned. "I could have ripped your arms out of their sockets!" he joked to the slumbering Sith. He then paced away from his victory, waving his right paw in the air so as to summon his discarded weapon to his appendage. The sabre flew through the air to Chevacca, he sighed with frustration noting the small pieces of magnetic wiring from the Falcon's innards that clung to the small device. He shook his head in all directions as he reignited the lightsabre, trying to find Dorshe' after deciding that Grem and Yoda could handle the other remaining Sith warrior. She was no where in sight, neither Master Oden nor her dark opponent were in the Hanger. Chevacca feared the worst, he tried to sense for her presence hoping it would guide him to her aide, no such feelings came to him he began to pace in the direction of the open corridor seeing that as the closest exit in proximity to their last known position, but he yielded this action by the sound of clashing sabres. Chevacca made a sudden turn, seeing that Skywalker and Venad wee now in a dangerous three way sword-lock with Darth Lulet, he then rushed to the two distressed Jedi. Knowing he was still needed here, Chevacca sped towards them with power behind his sprint almost a few yards away. 'Chevacca!...' Yoda entered into the wookiee's mind. 'Don't worry of us my friend! Get in the Falcon there are more troops coming soon you need to arm the ship's cannons!' Chevacca could hear the human Jedi grunt as Lulet forced him and Grem out of the lock. 'But what of Dorshe' Yoda? Shouldn't we try to find her before we return to the ship?' He returned. 'What if she has become.' Yoda cut off the concerned and otherwise rational man. 'If we don't stop those troops there might not be a ship for any of us to return too. Now please go!' Master Chevacca deactivated his weapon and ran even faster than before to the Falcon. Making a gesture for R2- D2 to get on board himself, together the droid and the Wookiee boarded the vessel and headed to the cockpit, leaving the battle inside the Hanger deck to continue.
The Flagship: Virtuous lived up to its name along with every other ship in the Jedi Fleet, having defeated every ship that stepped in her path. Master Amtlar was pleased to hear that the Jedi had suffered no loss of life, but the shields were weakening at an unpredictable rate. If the battle kept going on much longer, the Jedi would inevitably be the next to suffer casualties and they have yet to face the entire Sith Fleet. Many of the larger, heavy battle vessels still remained mostly out of harms way, waiting for the Jedi forces to be weakened enough to make their final strike. Baldos Amtlar could not, would not let this happen, but in the midst of the great feud, curiosity struck the round-headed man as he shined his gaze on the ancient looking imperial destroyer that was positioned in the center of the enemy fleet, far from harms way. "Jhellows, See if you can identify that Imperial vessel in the Sith fleet!" he ordered. Jhellows then proceeded with a long-distance scan of the unusual craft. She soon began to announce the readout to her commanding officer as it came in. "The hull of the ship consists of reinforced high-grade miraxium." an alloy not yet created a thousand years after the Empire. " .the ship doesn't have a republic registry, or any truly identifying qualities!" that's when the Virtuous's main computer started feeding T'sa: old republic news feeds that the computer calculated were in some-way related to this unknown ship. ".The computer believes that it belongs to a Tagro Fett." "Fett!" the mon calamari almost launched from his command chair, but kept his composer should he have to make the necessary call to battle once again as his officers began to uphold their own duty well enough with out much need for orders. "Are you sure that's what the computer mentioned?" "Yes Master Amtlar?" she was befuddled, why was this Fett so important? She would question that later, after the battle, but one thing was for sure who ever it was. They must have a reputation that worried even the most stone nerved like Amtlar. She then turned her head to the now silent man "Your orders Master?" he then refocused his attention to his pilot and second in command. "As soon as we break through the first wave, set your sights on that vessel with all of our weapons at maximum yield!" he acknowledged excepting nothing more from her.
The alcove was dimly lit, with the exception of flaring red and blue lights emanating from swinging lightsabres. Dorshe' didn't know how she had made it in this foreign atmosphere neither did Jiles for they were too focused on their own worlds at this moment. Worlds which were only populated by them, one where only two opposing forces existed: that of pure hate and unrelenting justice. Only one would walk away alive, and they were determined to be the one who survived and both Dorshe' and Jiles were determined on be being the one who would walk away from this fight. Which meant killing the other! Dorshe' swiped her blade down into the left, aiming it squarely for Jiles's forearm, but her attempt was met with the other end of his shimmering lightsabre. He used his evil weapon to push her back into a group of wall bound, heating pipes. She was caught off guard for an instant, as a surge of pain rushed through her shoulder blade. Jiles then raised back his sword, attempting to stab the Jedi in her chest, Dorshe' then collected her strength enough to brush him away with a gust of Force wind giving her time to get back up on her own feet. She then parried at his returned slash for her abdomen, she almost sneered at this target. Jiles took a step back and gave the woman an evil smirk sensing the slightest hint of her disgust through her powerful Jedi mantel. "Oops." he said in a tone of pure hideous sarcasm. ".I almost hurt the Master's newest prodigy 'to be'!" Dorshe' tightened her grip on Pacre's lightsabre, nearly to the verge of bending its steel frame as Jiles brushed the child's mind with his own, but was blocked off by his mother's protective mental instincts. ".indeed." he expelled. ".this one will be a truly powerful warrior!" that much she would agree with Jiles on. "Yes! 'He' will be!" she returned along with another parry, deflecting the Sith's failed surprise attack, and their private battle was reignited, the Jedi and the Sith outside the reaches of their world, still remained aflame and burning brighter by the minute.
Red squadron was under heavy fire now. One moment the small group was attacking a large Sith battleship with the help of three other Jedi squadrons, when seemingly out of nowhere. They were ambushed by an outnumbering group of Sith fighters. Saliv gave his orders to take evasive action, parting with his subordinates once again. That's when all the reports came rushing through his comm. unit. ".Taken..d.damage." one voice shouted followed by another. ".my Aries cant.muc..more!..." Saliv veered his fighter past an incoming missile. "ejecting." He could hear the sounds of a lifepod launching off into space from its destroyed fighter shell. Master Saliv feared the worse, knowing they couldn't hold out much longer, unless the Force it self were to intervene with one of it's rare and powerful miracles.
"Why Force! Why." Chevacca roared in frustration over the highly annoying situation he had regrettably was taking charge of. "I promise Skywalker if we make it out of this alive I'm going to tear this old heap apart with my bare claws!" the Wookiee resisted the urge to rip out the wiring of the Falcon's main control console. 3PO was successful in activating the pre-launch sequence, and Chevacca had complete access to the main weapons subroutines, but he noticed that the vessel's primary repulsors weren't ignited, and without the repulsors, the engines would never have enough energy to launch into space let alone Hyperspace. "R2!" he turned to the small astromech on the floor next to his seat having resisted the urge to cause any damage. "You've been on the Falcon longer that anyone. Can you do anything that might reignite the repulsors?" R2-D2 gave the furry man a few beeps of compliance, as he rotated his cylindrical body to point at the exit hatch then rolled on his tiny foot treads for the door. As the hatch sealed behind him the Jedi master, began to tap into the Millennium Falcon's defensive systems, simultaneously opening his spirit to the beings around him, inside the Falcon: he sensed amazement?, inside the Hanger he detected hatred and anxiety, outside the ship itself, he sensed pain and the will to survive, to fight. And somewhere, he couldn't tell where exactly, Chevacca sensed a well of innocence that began to channel the powers of the Force. Where it came from was as mysterious to him as to who was doing it, it seemed familiar, but still unknown as if they had yet to meet. Who ever it was, he could not dwell over it now he needed to focus on the present. Because right now there was a massive assembly of armed troopers slowly making their way to the hanger, and Master Chevacca would not let that happen.
Lulet was testing the limits of his opponent's physical prowess with his vicious and even more dangerous sabre exchanges. Yoda was beginning to break a sweat and his body was capable, Grem's tussled clothing would be drenched in perspiration. They had to act quickly. Otherwise the two Jedi won't have enough strength to stand anymore, and with the presence of a large group of troopers pacing their way to the hanger deck Skywalker and Venad would end up hitting the floor one way or the other. Skywalker could also sense Grem's exhaustion growing faster than his own. Yoda had to do something to end this fight and now. But when he felt the force speak to his subconscious 'that's it.' he replied to the realization in an inner tone of gratitude as he opened his mind into the depths of Grem's mind. 'Grem! Keep your focus! As soon as I lock my lightsabre with his, I'm going push him over to you, and.' The young vurk caught onto Skywalker's whole thought, while he leaped up and away from the Sith's failed attack to cut him down. '.I understand!' The young knight then raised his three fingered hand pushing Darth Lulet over to the sabre ready Jedi master. Yoda, with all the strength he could find that he really didn't know he had and kept the tattooed Sith's weapon at bay. Then when he felt there was enough leverage, Yoda repelled the Lord of evil onto his backside as Grem locked his own green laser blade against the gleaming red shaft of Lulet's lightsabre. The time was now to strike the final blow, only it wouldn't be with lightsabres or the supernatural powers of the Force, instead it would be with a sound. Skywalker instinctively turned his sabre off and he placed his hands over his ears as Jedi Venad opened his mouth. At first a small broad tone filled Lulet's head then it was soon accompanied by a deep deafening pitch that could only be produced from the resonating chamber of a vurk's skull embedded crest. Lulet was pinned, the sound was constant and becoming unbearable to his feeble human body, if he let down his lock on their blades to cover his hands over his own head, Grem would surely slice him in two. His mind gave out to trying to assess the possibilities, he couldn't concentrate with that sound surging in his being and his arms collapsed under the pressure of Grem's sabre lock. The reptile pulled back from the Sith's unconscious body, out of his instinct nature to be weary of this ones surprising actions. The tattooed Sith, his chest moving to the intake of faint breathes was nolonger concious. Grem, as if he had been holding his breath for years, gave a deep exhale of air and let his upper body hang loose for relaxation, only keeping control over the active lightsabre in his left pawn and his legs to keep him standing. In his slump, the Knight took witness that Master Skywalker was still kneeling on the floor, with his hands over his tan ears and his head tucked between his knees. Grem then managed to nudge Yoda's shoulder with help from the Force, the human man then, surely but slowly looked up to see that his cohort was no longer roaring. He sighed as his hands fell to his sides when he began as he rose to his feet. They shared a glance to themselves then at their victim. Blood was trickling out from both of Lulet's ears. Skywalker's eyes widened, he knew vurks could create incredible and sometimes beautiful sounds with their unique vocal structures, but he never imagined that Venad's people were capable of projecting noises that could do.well that! "Wow!..." the word fell from Yoda's loose jaw. Grem was lightly amused, but not for long. At that moment the footsteps of fifty to seventy or so dark troopers reverberated from the open corridor. The two Jedi then raised their weapons to the defensive positions, Grem first, then Skywalker after he reignited his lightsabre.
Chevacca tapped the activation panel on the Falcon's weapons console, having already reprogrammed the targeting subroutines.
Master Skywalker and Jedi Venad could hear the Millennium Falcon's weapon arrays begin to hum with a burning glow of armed preparation. The black reflective armor clad soldiers marched into the hanger and just as soon as they raised their rifles to fire at the two lone Jedi, they were met with a full volley of the Millennium Falcon's pulse emitters, sending the Sith troopers either flying into the air or killing them with the initial blasts. The two Jedi outside the Vessel were grateful to find that there were no soldiers standing after the split second onslaught but also annoyed that Master Chevacca had to make it so dramatic in his timing. Skywalker then entered the mind of his Wookiee friend. 'Thank you Chevacca!' he then sighed with relief.
'Think nothing of it Yoda.' he humored '.I still need you alive to help fix this monstrosity of a ship!' he grumbled, trying to hint that the Falcon was malfunctioning once again as he began to engage the launch sequence hoping R2 had fixed what was wrong with the repulsors. Chevacca still kept his mind open to Skywalker to hear his reply. 'What's happened now?' 'The repulsors aren't functioning.' Yoda injected before his furry companion could finish. '.is R2 with you?' 'I already sent him to fix it?' 'Good! He'll know what to do.' he ensured then turned to speak to Grem vocally. ".I'm going to find Master Oden." He said in a clear pitch. "Get the ship ready if Danger should present itself to the children, do what ever it takes to prevent it." he made his words crisper as Grem braced himself for his conclusion. ".even if you have to take off!" Jedi Venad bowed his head in respect to Yoda's order. "I understand Master Skywalker!" Yoda then placed a hand on the vurk's broad shoulder. "But don't you go thinking that means you have to leave without us!" he crooked a smirk. "Now get onboard the Falcon before Chevacca tears the engine apart!" Yoda then ran in the force guided direction, praying that it would lead him to Dorshe'. "May the Force Be with You Master Skywalker!" Grem shouted as he disappeared into the old freighter. "I do hope it is." Yoda muttered as he himself vanished into the dark corridor.
Master Chevacca could sense Skywalker and Vend opening the distance between them. The wookiee didn't need to feel for his opponent's mind to realize he was growing tired, he could see it sweating off the Sith's pale face, the flashes sparking from their lightsabre exchanges were reflecting off the salt water seeping from his pores. The Sith was well instructed in his dueling abilities, but that was insignificant compared to Chevacca's bond with the Force, which directed his every move and used his sabre to deflect his enemy's attack pushing him a few paces back away from his own furry body, which was now covered by a partially torn blue flight-uniform. The disoriented villain, quickly composed his anger as he slashed his red blade for Chevacca's head, which was returned with a powerful gust of force energy emitted from the Wookiee's unoccupied paw, sending the human flying back even farther than he was sent before, but this time he didn't land on his feet instead he crashed into the paved steel floor on his thick back. The Jedi saw the Sith's weapon fall out of his hands and while his enemy was dazed by the fall, he wasted no time. Using the force once more, Chevacca pulled the black metal hilt in his direction, as it flew towards him by his will alone, the Jedi swiped his sabre across the cylinder slicing it in two. He then heard the Sith's grunts grow louder as he began to erect his body upright, Chevacca had his opportunity to strike his opponent dead, he took it in a great leap with his lightsabre pulled far over his head. He came descending over the sitting dark warrior. The Sith reacted quickly raising his right leg up with a swift kick at his paws, bruising the brown haired limbs and sending his sabre flying, only leaving behind the sounds of the tiny metal shaft clanging against the hull of the Millennium Falcon's until it became caught inside a small crack in the hull. Chevacca was forced to step back as the Sith leapt back onto his feet, they were unarmed, and still alive all they had left were their bare hands and their beliefs in the force. The Dark warrior crafted his hands into large fists that he positioned in front of his upper body, much like that of the professional hand boxed fighters on Coruscant. Master Chevacca accepted the pale man's challenge raising his own paws in the standard Jedi combat poise, waiting for the Sith to make the first move. The leather dressed man pounced for the Jedi's neck. That! was his first mistake: forgetting that wookiees have a much longer arm reach than that of the tallest human. With a quick jab of his arm, Chevacca ceased the Sith with his left arm in mid air and slammed him back into the steal floor instantly knocking him unconscious. He looked down at his disabled victim "You should feel lucky!" he moaned. "I could have ripped your arms out of their sockets!" he joked to the slumbering Sith. He then paced away from his victory, waving his right paw in the air so as to summon his discarded weapon to his appendage. The sabre flew through the air to Chevacca, he sighed with frustration noting the small pieces of magnetic wiring from the Falcon's innards that clung to the small device. He shook his head in all directions as he reignited the lightsabre, trying to find Dorshe' after deciding that Grem and Yoda could handle the other remaining Sith warrior. She was no where in sight, neither Master Oden nor her dark opponent were in the Hanger. Chevacca feared the worst, he tried to sense for her presence hoping it would guide him to her aide, no such feelings came to him he began to pace in the direction of the open corridor seeing that as the closest exit in proximity to their last known position, but he yielded this action by the sound of clashing sabres. Chevacca made a sudden turn, seeing that Skywalker and Venad wee now in a dangerous three way sword-lock with Darth Lulet, he then rushed to the two distressed Jedi. Knowing he was still needed here, Chevacca sped towards them with power behind his sprint almost a few yards away. 'Chevacca!...' Yoda entered into the wookiee's mind. 'Don't worry of us my friend! Get in the Falcon there are more troops coming soon you need to arm the ship's cannons!' Chevacca could hear the human Jedi grunt as Lulet forced him and Grem out of the lock. 'But what of Dorshe' Yoda? Shouldn't we try to find her before we return to the ship?' He returned. 'What if she has become.' Yoda cut off the concerned and otherwise rational man. 'If we don't stop those troops there might not be a ship for any of us to return too. Now please go!' Master Chevacca deactivated his weapon and ran even faster than before to the Falcon. Making a gesture for R2- D2 to get on board himself, together the droid and the Wookiee boarded the vessel and headed to the cockpit, leaving the battle inside the Hanger deck to continue.
The Flagship: Virtuous lived up to its name along with every other ship in the Jedi Fleet, having defeated every ship that stepped in her path. Master Amtlar was pleased to hear that the Jedi had suffered no loss of life, but the shields were weakening at an unpredictable rate. If the battle kept going on much longer, the Jedi would inevitably be the next to suffer casualties and they have yet to face the entire Sith Fleet. Many of the larger, heavy battle vessels still remained mostly out of harms way, waiting for the Jedi forces to be weakened enough to make their final strike. Baldos Amtlar could not, would not let this happen, but in the midst of the great feud, curiosity struck the round-headed man as he shined his gaze on the ancient looking imperial destroyer that was positioned in the center of the enemy fleet, far from harms way. "Jhellows, See if you can identify that Imperial vessel in the Sith fleet!" he ordered. Jhellows then proceeded with a long-distance scan of the unusual craft. She soon began to announce the readout to her commanding officer as it came in. "The hull of the ship consists of reinforced high-grade miraxium." an alloy not yet created a thousand years after the Empire. " .the ship doesn't have a republic registry, or any truly identifying qualities!" that's when the Virtuous's main computer started feeding T'sa: old republic news feeds that the computer calculated were in some-way related to this unknown ship. ".The computer believes that it belongs to a Tagro Fett." "Fett!" the mon calamari almost launched from his command chair, but kept his composer should he have to make the necessary call to battle once again as his officers began to uphold their own duty well enough with out much need for orders. "Are you sure that's what the computer mentioned?" "Yes Master Amtlar?" she was befuddled, why was this Fett so important? She would question that later, after the battle, but one thing was for sure who ever it was. They must have a reputation that worried even the most stone nerved like Amtlar. She then turned her head to the now silent man "Your orders Master?" he then refocused his attention to his pilot and second in command. "As soon as we break through the first wave, set your sights on that vessel with all of our weapons at maximum yield!" he acknowledged excepting nothing more from her.
The alcove was dimly lit, with the exception of flaring red and blue lights emanating from swinging lightsabres. Dorshe' didn't know how she had made it in this foreign atmosphere neither did Jiles for they were too focused on their own worlds at this moment. Worlds which were only populated by them, one where only two opposing forces existed: that of pure hate and unrelenting justice. Only one would walk away alive, and they were determined to be the one who survived and both Dorshe' and Jiles were determined on be being the one who would walk away from this fight. Which meant killing the other! Dorshe' swiped her blade down into the left, aiming it squarely for Jiles's forearm, but her attempt was met with the other end of his shimmering lightsabre. He used his evil weapon to push her back into a group of wall bound, heating pipes. She was caught off guard for an instant, as a surge of pain rushed through her shoulder blade. Jiles then raised back his sword, attempting to stab the Jedi in her chest, Dorshe' then collected her strength enough to brush him away with a gust of Force wind giving her time to get back up on her own feet. She then parried at his returned slash for her abdomen, she almost sneered at this target. Jiles took a step back and gave the woman an evil smirk sensing the slightest hint of her disgust through her powerful Jedi mantel. "Oops." he said in a tone of pure hideous sarcasm. ".I almost hurt the Master's newest prodigy 'to be'!" Dorshe' tightened her grip on Pacre's lightsabre, nearly to the verge of bending its steel frame as Jiles brushed the child's mind with his own, but was blocked off by his mother's protective mental instincts. ".indeed." he expelled. ".this one will be a truly powerful warrior!" that much she would agree with Jiles on. "Yes! 'He' will be!" she returned along with another parry, deflecting the Sith's failed surprise attack, and their private battle was reignited, the Jedi and the Sith outside the reaches of their world, still remained aflame and burning brighter by the minute.
Red squadron was under heavy fire now. One moment the small group was attacking a large Sith battleship with the help of three other Jedi squadrons, when seemingly out of nowhere. They were ambushed by an outnumbering group of Sith fighters. Saliv gave his orders to take evasive action, parting with his subordinates once again. That's when all the reports came rushing through his comm. unit. ".Taken..d.damage." one voice shouted followed by another. ".my Aries cant.muc..more!..." Saliv veered his fighter past an incoming missile. "ejecting." He could hear the sounds of a lifepod launching off into space from its destroyed fighter shell. Master Saliv feared the worse, knowing they couldn't hold out much longer, unless the Force it self were to intervene with one of it's rare and powerful miracles.
"Why Force! Why." Chevacca roared in frustration over the highly annoying situation he had regrettably was taking charge of. "I promise Skywalker if we make it out of this alive I'm going to tear this old heap apart with my bare claws!" the Wookiee resisted the urge to rip out the wiring of the Falcon's main control console. 3PO was successful in activating the pre-launch sequence, and Chevacca had complete access to the main weapons subroutines, but he noticed that the vessel's primary repulsors weren't ignited, and without the repulsors, the engines would never have enough energy to launch into space let alone Hyperspace. "R2!" he turned to the small astromech on the floor next to his seat having resisted the urge to cause any damage. "You've been on the Falcon longer that anyone. Can you do anything that might reignite the repulsors?" R2-D2 gave the furry man a few beeps of compliance, as he rotated his cylindrical body to point at the exit hatch then rolled on his tiny foot treads for the door. As the hatch sealed behind him the Jedi master, began to tap into the Millennium Falcon's defensive systems, simultaneously opening his spirit to the beings around him, inside the Falcon: he sensed amazement?, inside the Hanger he detected hatred and anxiety, outside the ship itself, he sensed pain and the will to survive, to fight. And somewhere, he couldn't tell where exactly, Chevacca sensed a well of innocence that began to channel the powers of the Force. Where it came from was as mysterious to him as to who was doing it, it seemed familiar, but still unknown as if they had yet to meet. Who ever it was, he could not dwell over it now he needed to focus on the present. Because right now there was a massive assembly of armed troopers slowly making their way to the hanger, and Master Chevacca would not let that happen.
Lulet was testing the limits of his opponent's physical prowess with his vicious and even more dangerous sabre exchanges. Yoda was beginning to break a sweat and his body was capable, Grem's tussled clothing would be drenched in perspiration. They had to act quickly. Otherwise the two Jedi won't have enough strength to stand anymore, and with the presence of a large group of troopers pacing their way to the hanger deck Skywalker and Venad would end up hitting the floor one way or the other. Skywalker could also sense Grem's exhaustion growing faster than his own. Yoda had to do something to end this fight and now. But when he felt the force speak to his subconscious 'that's it.' he replied to the realization in an inner tone of gratitude as he opened his mind into the depths of Grem's mind. 'Grem! Keep your focus! As soon as I lock my lightsabre with his, I'm going push him over to you, and.' The young vurk caught onto Skywalker's whole thought, while he leaped up and away from the Sith's failed attack to cut him down. '.I understand!' The young knight then raised his three fingered hand pushing Darth Lulet over to the sabre ready Jedi master. Yoda, with all the strength he could find that he really didn't know he had and kept the tattooed Sith's weapon at bay. Then when he felt there was enough leverage, Yoda repelled the Lord of evil onto his backside as Grem locked his own green laser blade against the gleaming red shaft of Lulet's lightsabre. The time was now to strike the final blow, only it wouldn't be with lightsabres or the supernatural powers of the Force, instead it would be with a sound. Skywalker instinctively turned his sabre off and he placed his hands over his ears as Jedi Venad opened his mouth. At first a small broad tone filled Lulet's head then it was soon accompanied by a deep deafening pitch that could only be produced from the resonating chamber of a vurk's skull embedded crest. Lulet was pinned, the sound was constant and becoming unbearable to his feeble human body, if he let down his lock on their blades to cover his hands over his own head, Grem would surely slice him in two. His mind gave out to trying to assess the possibilities, he couldn't concentrate with that sound surging in his being and his arms collapsed under the pressure of Grem's sabre lock. The reptile pulled back from the Sith's unconscious body, out of his instinct nature to be weary of this ones surprising actions. The tattooed Sith, his chest moving to the intake of faint breathes was nolonger concious. Grem, as if he had been holding his breath for years, gave a deep exhale of air and let his upper body hang loose for relaxation, only keeping control over the active lightsabre in his left pawn and his legs to keep him standing. In his slump, the Knight took witness that Master Skywalker was still kneeling on the floor, with his hands over his tan ears and his head tucked between his knees. Grem then managed to nudge Yoda's shoulder with help from the Force, the human man then, surely but slowly looked up to see that his cohort was no longer roaring. He sighed as his hands fell to his sides when he began as he rose to his feet. They shared a glance to themselves then at their victim. Blood was trickling out from both of Lulet's ears. Skywalker's eyes widened, he knew vurks could create incredible and sometimes beautiful sounds with their unique vocal structures, but he never imagined that Venad's people were capable of projecting noises that could do.well that! "Wow!..." the word fell from Yoda's loose jaw. Grem was lightly amused, but not for long. At that moment the footsteps of fifty to seventy or so dark troopers reverberated from the open corridor. The two Jedi then raised their weapons to the defensive positions, Grem first, then Skywalker after he reignited his lightsabre.
Chevacca tapped the activation panel on the Falcon's weapons console, having already reprogrammed the targeting subroutines.
Master Skywalker and Jedi Venad could hear the Millennium Falcon's weapon arrays begin to hum with a burning glow of armed preparation. The black reflective armor clad soldiers marched into the hanger and just as soon as they raised their rifles to fire at the two lone Jedi, they were met with a full volley of the Millennium Falcon's pulse emitters, sending the Sith troopers either flying into the air or killing them with the initial blasts. The two Jedi outside the Vessel were grateful to find that there were no soldiers standing after the split second onslaught but also annoyed that Master Chevacca had to make it so dramatic in his timing. Skywalker then entered the mind of his Wookiee friend. 'Thank you Chevacca!' he then sighed with relief.
'Think nothing of it Yoda.' he humored '.I still need you alive to help fix this monstrosity of a ship!' he grumbled, trying to hint that the Falcon was malfunctioning once again as he began to engage the launch sequence hoping R2 had fixed what was wrong with the repulsors. Chevacca still kept his mind open to Skywalker to hear his reply. 'What's happened now?' 'The repulsors aren't functioning.' Yoda injected before his furry companion could finish. '.is R2 with you?' 'I already sent him to fix it?' 'Good! He'll know what to do.' he ensured then turned to speak to Grem vocally. ".I'm going to find Master Oden." He said in a clear pitch. "Get the ship ready if Danger should present itself to the children, do what ever it takes to prevent it." he made his words crisper as Grem braced himself for his conclusion. ".even if you have to take off!" Jedi Venad bowed his head in respect to Yoda's order. "I understand Master Skywalker!" Yoda then placed a hand on the vurk's broad shoulder. "But don't you go thinking that means you have to leave without us!" he crooked a smirk. "Now get onboard the Falcon before Chevacca tears the engine apart!" Yoda then ran in the force guided direction, praying that it would lead him to Dorshe'. "May the Force Be with You Master Skywalker!" Grem shouted as he disappeared into the old freighter. "I do hope it is." Yoda muttered as he himself vanished into the dark corridor.