CHAPTER 21
Master Amtlar never broke his sight off the Slave twelve. He led the Virtuous along with two other Heavy Battlecruisers: The Sunrider and the Trebof, directly through the enemy front lines of the Sith fleet in an intercept course for the old imperial Destroyer. Baldos was aware that this action might become more dangerous to his forces than the desired outcome of the enemy's destruction, but if history has taught him anything, it's that anyone by the name of Fett, is by all rights of the name, evil and a lingerer of the Darkside. After breaking through the Sith fleet's defensive line the Virtuous's shields had been reduced to nearly fifty percent while the Sunrider was near it's own limits and the Trebof had no energy armor to speak off, her hull was beginning to stress from it as Master Fuujis: captain of the Trebof, reported to the flagship. "Fuujis to Amtlar, the Trebof has suffered multiple hull fractures." his voice began to crackle and distort over the comm. transceiver in the Virtuous's bridge. ".I'm not sure we can stand another fight at this range." "Understood Fuujis." He exclaimed still staring out the main view port at the Slave twelve. "Take the Trebof into the safe zone. Sunrider close in tight with the Virtuous so we might unite our shield strength together." "As you wish Master Amtlar, Sunrider closing distance now...." As soon as the Sunrider drew closer to the much larger Virtuous, the Trebof began to pull out of the scuffle. ".synchronizing shield frequencies." a great bubble of energy then engulfed the two ships. "We're all set Baldos, just give the order." The mon calamari wasted no more of the Force's precious time. "Target their weapons and fire!" a barrage of immense pulse bursts and ionic torpedoes projected from the two Jedi vessels and into the Slave twelve's shields causing the otherwise invisible wall of protection to reverberate in a gleaming display of violet colored lights which soon dissipated to nothing after the initial shock wave.
Fett, still clad in his personal battle attire, sat up firmly in his command throne as the Jedi unleashed their attack, despite the exploding conduits and sparking consoles that it caused on his command deck. "All hands on deck set you sights for the Jedi flag-vessel and do what ever it takes to help it and its crew meet the Force." His loyal subordinates gave no verbal response in times of battle they were taught to simple follow their orders, never question their superior as they counter attacked the Jedi's volley. And that's when Hell itself was released into the universe.
Oiket was beginning to grow tired from his overexerted clashes with Master Oden. No matter how well he had managed to reach the limits of his powers, he could not weaken the Jedi with his attacks. She seemed to be drawing upon her powers from the Force but Jiles couldn't tap into that same strength, not as an equal. She was being assisted by another but Jiles couldn't pinpoint that individual. But he could sense the spirit of Master Skywalker gaining closer proximity and he knew he might not be able to with stand the two combined attacks of the Jedi Masters. So as he parried a blow from Dorshe', Jiles sealed the double doors behind them, in order to lock out Yoda from joining their private dispute. Dorshe' could feel the Force flowing through her body she allowed it to fully control her movements. Knowing she would not falter through its guidance. She was attune to the light, she did not know she could reach such a state during battle, even as a master in all her years experience she had never reached this level of focus. Something was assisting Dorshe's actions, she was sure of that much but refused to let her mind wander in this time of conflict. Jiles swiped his weapon for her head, Dorshe' then parried with her sabre in defiance of his futile effort. She returned his maneuver with a stab for Jiles's midsection, which he managed to avoid as he stepped back on his left side, indivertibly letting Master Oden's Lightsabre graze his left thigh and burning the skin near his hip. He didn't so much as flinch at the injury, Jiles used the pain to channel more power to withstand the Jedi's attacks before him, but he knew that would only last for so long. Dorshe' realized that She and Oiket were in yet, another different environment, not so devoid of a light as the last but still just as troubling to her that she was oblivious to this location. Master Oden through her body into her next swipe, leaving her right side open: for Jiles to counter attack. The Sith took this opportunity with a merciless slash to her vulnerable spot. Dorshe' then stepped her left leg backwards allowing her lightsabre to flow into a defensive line that blocked Jiles from his action. Causing his sabre to bounce of hers and slice through a small heating vent, instantly filling the room with thick dense blinding steam..
..there was a dense smog that filled the main corridor of the millennium Falcon's deck. Grem had difficulty seeing much detail of anything in front of him which is what led him to stub his tri-toed foot by walking into a solid metal object. "Ahgh." he expelled as R2 beeped apologetically. "R2? Where is Master Chevacca?" He coughed. R2 then rolled towards the Cockpit, leading Grem to the Wookiee which it contained. Grem followed the astromech to the entrance hatch of the tiny control room, before it opened Grem could hear the muffled grunts of a frustrated Master Chevacca banging his fists against the incompetent consoles. As the door hissed open Chevacca suddenly became aware of Venad's presence, and rotated his seat to face the Jedi knight as if nothing before his entrance was going on. "Grem!..." he noted Skywalker wasn't by his side, but realized he had gone off to find Dorshe' then returned his gaze to R2 "R2! Did you fix the problem?" the droid gave a hoot of affirmation. "Good! Grem take the pilot's seat!" he barked. The vurk did such, silently hoping that what ever was wrong with the ship before was repaired by now. Chevacca ignited the engines; he was overjoyed to see the inertia pressure gage begin to rise but kept his neutral composer on his exterior among the other occupants in the cockpit. This was diverted by Grem's observation of the sensor readouts. "We have a group of thirty Destroyer droids entering the hanger!" "Raise the gangplank, activate the defensive measures!" Chevacca ordered. "We need to get rid of those droids before Yoda and Dorshe' return!" the wookiee Jedi manned the weapon controls that 3PO had used earlier.
Slowly the Destroyer droids marched onto the hanger deck, unlike models of standard Defense droids. These Destroyers or 'Des-droids' as they are nicknamed, are from a time long forgotten. Their primary chaise is that of a perfect sphere with large treads mounted on two diameters around the body to provide their drive and direction of movement. Once the desired enemy or target had been confronted, the round ball of metal would extract its weapons and leg hatched to them, create a four legged beast with massive cannons and pulse lasers latched over top the thin limbs. Their numbers aside, the Des-droids would have made easy targets for the Falcon's pulse array, but the robots had something the Jedi didn't anticipate.
Chevacca fired a few shots at the attack squad, taking out two droids before they could fully deploy into attack readiness, but as the volleys continued the Jedi's fire was deflected back by the des-droids individual shielding systems. "What's the matter.Please Force don't tell me the weapons are malfunctioning too?" "They aren't Master Chevacca." Grem informed not removing his large dark eyes from the readouts. ".Those droids are shielded from our pulse fire." The furry Jedi gave no verbal response, a simple grunt was all he could muster to reflect his emotion. ".Just great." "What are we going to do!" Grem said with concern growing in his words. That's when R2 spoke up with a notable whistle of attention. "What are you saying R2?" the knight questioned not having the benefit of 3PO's translation to clarify. R2-D2 wasn't going to waste anymore time to even try to explain instead he rolled over to the main computer: droid access terminal. Once there R2 released his interface latch and locked it into the small port. Tapping into the Falcon's communication's array, R2 used the codes he acquired from the Sith destroyer's databanks to enter the control subroutines in the Des- droids motor guidance systems. Soon after he accomplished this, the pounding sounds of the war robots onslaught upon the Millennium Falcon's energy shield came to an abrupt stop. The two Jedi then turned to the blue and white astromech, again Grem being the first to speak. "R2? Is to my understanding that you have control over those war droids?" R2 was still latched into the interface, but gave a discernable 'yes' in the form of a small toot. Chevacca chimed in with his own question. "R2? Do you have access to this vessel's shields?" The droid then responded to the Jedi via the falcon's view screen, so as to communicate his words with corellian text as oppose to his binary computer talk. The Two Jedi read the screen with full focus Grem was overwhelmed to see what the little droid had discovered. "You have all the shield control codes for the Sith Fleet!" The codes began to scroll over the glass panel. Chevacca acted instinctively to contact the Virtuous and send Baldos the information that would bring victory to the Jedi.
"Master Amtlar." The captain of the Sunrider was calling out over the open comm. channel. ".We are beginning to power for our port shields requesting assistance!" Sparks flew from consoles as each particle of energy the Slave twelve began to pierce through the Virtuous's shields. "Understood Sunrider hold you position off as long as you can, break off when you can't take anymore of their punishment and." the Jedi fleet commander was cut off mid-sentence by the bridge communications officer. "Master we're being hailed by the Millennium Falcon!" "On Screen!" the amphibious Jedi yelled so as to be clearly heard over the small explosions that cascaded off the steel walls of the command center as the Image of the hairy face covered Jedi Chevacca, plowed onto the transparent metal view port. "I have little time for formalities Baldos ." The Wookiee roared in a hasty explanation that was repeated in a neutral tone that the translation matrix made of his groans and vocal stresses. ".I'm sending you the shield codes for all the Sith Battleships. Once you have sent them to their designated ships, have our forces target their vital systems and attack once you drop their defenses." Amtlar not accustom to taking orders in a long time, glad but still reluctant, downloaded the codes while simultaneously hailing the rest of the Jedi Fleet. "All ships hear this!" Baldos rasped. "We now have the Sith shield control frequencies, every vessel target your nearest enemy battlecruiser. Once their defenses drop you have my full disclosure to do what ever it takes to meet their defeat." Amtlar then transmitted the codes which caused all the protective shielding to flicker and eventually fall out.
Fett almost jumped from his command chair at his eerie observation. "What happened to the Sith Battleships?" he exclaimed towards his chief science chieftain. "Apparently their shields have been taken off line Sir!" the chieftain returned not taking his stare off his console as ship by ship of the Sith fleet were either destroyed or fell to the Jedi's orders to surrender. The odds were no longer in Fett's orders this was evident in the Virtuous's speedy approach towards the Slave twelve. "Helm set course for Duconar, on a hidden jump path. ASAP!" he said in a rising tone of irritation as the Jedi dreadnought drew closer. "Sir, yes Sir!" the Helmswoman replied as she quickly typed in the corresponding course sequence.
Amtlar was startled to see the Imperial ship vanish into hyperspace, seemingly teleported away from its place in the galaxy before the Virtuous could make her final assault on the only vessel in the enemy fleet with its defenses still up. The mon calamari faced his body to Jhellows. "T'sa, can we track the Imperial destroyer?" She shook her head in slight disgust that was broken by her emotional control. "No Master Amtlar, they have masked their plotted course." she winced ".they're gone!" Amtlar felt disappointment try to creep into his being, but he flushed it away with the call of victory ringing into ears through the comm. system. "Two enemy battleships destroyed." a human voice cheered. ".one Sith frigate disabled." another added. ".Their weapons are down Virtuous." a non-human voice filled. ".They're on the run!" Jhellows concluded as the two still functioning Sith battleships of the once grand fleet began to turnaround and veer off into the stars. Neither of which were going in the same direction. "Should we follow them Master Amtlar?" the corellian pilot inquired. Baldos looked to the Force for this answer, and while he did not like the response, he was to glad to be able to here it's reply to give a second thought. "No!" he spat dryly. "Let them return to tell the others of our victory, so that they might know what they will be up against when we next meet." Baldos note the twenty or so other enemy ships that floated lifelessly in the battlefield of space. The only activity that filled the stars now, where the still continuous exchanges of pulse fire between the crippled number of Sith fighters and the now avenging Jedi squadrons.
Saliv was now on the chase, scaring enough of the remaining enemy attack fighters into an improvised ambush along with his new unauthorized squadron. The overpowered Sith didn't even know what hit them, and as the fire balls of their once sound structured fighters diminished into the blackness of Space along with a few Battleships that finally gave into the damage left by the Jedi's crippling attack. He would soon be no longer in the mix of battle for it had died down with the Sith fleet. He was wrong. "Master Amtlar to all active Jedi starfighters! Master Romdel please report in if you are still flying!" A voice rasped over the comm. "Master Romdel here, and fully functional." Saliv said as he pulled his fighter into a parked maneuver near the Virtuous. "Good! Now attention all remaining fighters." he continued having silently acknowledged Saliv's existence. ".as of this moment you are under the orders of Red-Leader." Baldos then dispatched Saliv's new mission objectives. "Saliv you are to lead the Squadron to the Sith battler cruiser near the edge of the system, our scanners show the surviving Sith fighters converging on that vessel." Saliv remembered the craft as the one he sensed Grem was on. "I understand Baldos." "Then you must also know that we have friends aboard that ship. Whatever those fighters have in store for it, we don't want them to accomplish." He concluded. "The Force be with You my friend!" ".It has been so far!" Saliv grinned. "Red-Leader to all fighters, ready your weapons and follow me!" and with that, Saliv's fighter about faced towards the ship-in-question and zoomed at the dark vessel as his new squadron followed.
Yoda bolted through the hallways of the Sith ship, Dorshe' was getting closer with each step he took, and every turn he made but when her presence finally became close enough for him to end his frantic pace he would only be greeted by a steel door. Skywalker could hear the muffles of distress through the wall. He tapped the panel, nothing happened which meant he would have to make it open. Instead of reigniting his lightsabre to cut into the steel hatch, Yoda forced the control panel in the wall open, exposing all its inner mechanisms. The bearded Jedi then leaned down to grab a better look into the device so as to gain a better look inside, as he utilized his natural genius of machines to gain access to the next room but he had to work quicker than he wished. For he could feel the stress in the space beyond growing more as time progressed and in the mix of the heated battle, Yoda could not tell if it was the Sith or Dorshe' who was in peril. This only caused Skywalker to work quicker, silently praying that she would be alright.
Master Amtlar never broke his sight off the Slave twelve. He led the Virtuous along with two other Heavy Battlecruisers: The Sunrider and the Trebof, directly through the enemy front lines of the Sith fleet in an intercept course for the old imperial Destroyer. Baldos was aware that this action might become more dangerous to his forces than the desired outcome of the enemy's destruction, but if history has taught him anything, it's that anyone by the name of Fett, is by all rights of the name, evil and a lingerer of the Darkside. After breaking through the Sith fleet's defensive line the Virtuous's shields had been reduced to nearly fifty percent while the Sunrider was near it's own limits and the Trebof had no energy armor to speak off, her hull was beginning to stress from it as Master Fuujis: captain of the Trebof, reported to the flagship. "Fuujis to Amtlar, the Trebof has suffered multiple hull fractures." his voice began to crackle and distort over the comm. transceiver in the Virtuous's bridge. ".I'm not sure we can stand another fight at this range." "Understood Fuujis." He exclaimed still staring out the main view port at the Slave twelve. "Take the Trebof into the safe zone. Sunrider close in tight with the Virtuous so we might unite our shield strength together." "As you wish Master Amtlar, Sunrider closing distance now...." As soon as the Sunrider drew closer to the much larger Virtuous, the Trebof began to pull out of the scuffle. ".synchronizing shield frequencies." a great bubble of energy then engulfed the two ships. "We're all set Baldos, just give the order." The mon calamari wasted no more of the Force's precious time. "Target their weapons and fire!" a barrage of immense pulse bursts and ionic torpedoes projected from the two Jedi vessels and into the Slave twelve's shields causing the otherwise invisible wall of protection to reverberate in a gleaming display of violet colored lights which soon dissipated to nothing after the initial shock wave.
Fett, still clad in his personal battle attire, sat up firmly in his command throne as the Jedi unleashed their attack, despite the exploding conduits and sparking consoles that it caused on his command deck. "All hands on deck set you sights for the Jedi flag-vessel and do what ever it takes to help it and its crew meet the Force." His loyal subordinates gave no verbal response in times of battle they were taught to simple follow their orders, never question their superior as they counter attacked the Jedi's volley. And that's when Hell itself was released into the universe.
Oiket was beginning to grow tired from his overexerted clashes with Master Oden. No matter how well he had managed to reach the limits of his powers, he could not weaken the Jedi with his attacks. She seemed to be drawing upon her powers from the Force but Jiles couldn't tap into that same strength, not as an equal. She was being assisted by another but Jiles couldn't pinpoint that individual. But he could sense the spirit of Master Skywalker gaining closer proximity and he knew he might not be able to with stand the two combined attacks of the Jedi Masters. So as he parried a blow from Dorshe', Jiles sealed the double doors behind them, in order to lock out Yoda from joining their private dispute. Dorshe' could feel the Force flowing through her body she allowed it to fully control her movements. Knowing she would not falter through its guidance. She was attune to the light, she did not know she could reach such a state during battle, even as a master in all her years experience she had never reached this level of focus. Something was assisting Dorshe's actions, she was sure of that much but refused to let her mind wander in this time of conflict. Jiles swiped his weapon for her head, Dorshe' then parried with her sabre in defiance of his futile effort. She returned his maneuver with a stab for Jiles's midsection, which he managed to avoid as he stepped back on his left side, indivertibly letting Master Oden's Lightsabre graze his left thigh and burning the skin near his hip. He didn't so much as flinch at the injury, Jiles used the pain to channel more power to withstand the Jedi's attacks before him, but he knew that would only last for so long. Dorshe' realized that She and Oiket were in yet, another different environment, not so devoid of a light as the last but still just as troubling to her that she was oblivious to this location. Master Oden through her body into her next swipe, leaving her right side open: for Jiles to counter attack. The Sith took this opportunity with a merciless slash to her vulnerable spot. Dorshe' then stepped her left leg backwards allowing her lightsabre to flow into a defensive line that blocked Jiles from his action. Causing his sabre to bounce of hers and slice through a small heating vent, instantly filling the room with thick dense blinding steam..
..there was a dense smog that filled the main corridor of the millennium Falcon's deck. Grem had difficulty seeing much detail of anything in front of him which is what led him to stub his tri-toed foot by walking into a solid metal object. "Ahgh." he expelled as R2 beeped apologetically. "R2? Where is Master Chevacca?" He coughed. R2 then rolled towards the Cockpit, leading Grem to the Wookiee which it contained. Grem followed the astromech to the entrance hatch of the tiny control room, before it opened Grem could hear the muffled grunts of a frustrated Master Chevacca banging his fists against the incompetent consoles. As the door hissed open Chevacca suddenly became aware of Venad's presence, and rotated his seat to face the Jedi knight as if nothing before his entrance was going on. "Grem!..." he noted Skywalker wasn't by his side, but realized he had gone off to find Dorshe' then returned his gaze to R2 "R2! Did you fix the problem?" the droid gave a hoot of affirmation. "Good! Grem take the pilot's seat!" he barked. The vurk did such, silently hoping that what ever was wrong with the ship before was repaired by now. Chevacca ignited the engines; he was overjoyed to see the inertia pressure gage begin to rise but kept his neutral composer on his exterior among the other occupants in the cockpit. This was diverted by Grem's observation of the sensor readouts. "We have a group of thirty Destroyer droids entering the hanger!" "Raise the gangplank, activate the defensive measures!" Chevacca ordered. "We need to get rid of those droids before Yoda and Dorshe' return!" the wookiee Jedi manned the weapon controls that 3PO had used earlier.
Slowly the Destroyer droids marched onto the hanger deck, unlike models of standard Defense droids. These Destroyers or 'Des-droids' as they are nicknamed, are from a time long forgotten. Their primary chaise is that of a perfect sphere with large treads mounted on two diameters around the body to provide their drive and direction of movement. Once the desired enemy or target had been confronted, the round ball of metal would extract its weapons and leg hatched to them, create a four legged beast with massive cannons and pulse lasers latched over top the thin limbs. Their numbers aside, the Des-droids would have made easy targets for the Falcon's pulse array, but the robots had something the Jedi didn't anticipate.
Chevacca fired a few shots at the attack squad, taking out two droids before they could fully deploy into attack readiness, but as the volleys continued the Jedi's fire was deflected back by the des-droids individual shielding systems. "What's the matter.Please Force don't tell me the weapons are malfunctioning too?" "They aren't Master Chevacca." Grem informed not removing his large dark eyes from the readouts. ".Those droids are shielded from our pulse fire." The furry Jedi gave no verbal response, a simple grunt was all he could muster to reflect his emotion. ".Just great." "What are we going to do!" Grem said with concern growing in his words. That's when R2 spoke up with a notable whistle of attention. "What are you saying R2?" the knight questioned not having the benefit of 3PO's translation to clarify. R2-D2 wasn't going to waste anymore time to even try to explain instead he rolled over to the main computer: droid access terminal. Once there R2 released his interface latch and locked it into the small port. Tapping into the Falcon's communication's array, R2 used the codes he acquired from the Sith destroyer's databanks to enter the control subroutines in the Des- droids motor guidance systems. Soon after he accomplished this, the pounding sounds of the war robots onslaught upon the Millennium Falcon's energy shield came to an abrupt stop. The two Jedi then turned to the blue and white astromech, again Grem being the first to speak. "R2? Is to my understanding that you have control over those war droids?" R2 was still latched into the interface, but gave a discernable 'yes' in the form of a small toot. Chevacca chimed in with his own question. "R2? Do you have access to this vessel's shields?" The droid then responded to the Jedi via the falcon's view screen, so as to communicate his words with corellian text as oppose to his binary computer talk. The Two Jedi read the screen with full focus Grem was overwhelmed to see what the little droid had discovered. "You have all the shield control codes for the Sith Fleet!" The codes began to scroll over the glass panel. Chevacca acted instinctively to contact the Virtuous and send Baldos the information that would bring victory to the Jedi.
"Master Amtlar." The captain of the Sunrider was calling out over the open comm. channel. ".We are beginning to power for our port shields requesting assistance!" Sparks flew from consoles as each particle of energy the Slave twelve began to pierce through the Virtuous's shields. "Understood Sunrider hold you position off as long as you can, break off when you can't take anymore of their punishment and." the Jedi fleet commander was cut off mid-sentence by the bridge communications officer. "Master we're being hailed by the Millennium Falcon!" "On Screen!" the amphibious Jedi yelled so as to be clearly heard over the small explosions that cascaded off the steel walls of the command center as the Image of the hairy face covered Jedi Chevacca, plowed onto the transparent metal view port. "I have little time for formalities Baldos ." The Wookiee roared in a hasty explanation that was repeated in a neutral tone that the translation matrix made of his groans and vocal stresses. ".I'm sending you the shield codes for all the Sith Battleships. Once you have sent them to their designated ships, have our forces target their vital systems and attack once you drop their defenses." Amtlar not accustom to taking orders in a long time, glad but still reluctant, downloaded the codes while simultaneously hailing the rest of the Jedi Fleet. "All ships hear this!" Baldos rasped. "We now have the Sith shield control frequencies, every vessel target your nearest enemy battlecruiser. Once their defenses drop you have my full disclosure to do what ever it takes to meet their defeat." Amtlar then transmitted the codes which caused all the protective shielding to flicker and eventually fall out.
Fett almost jumped from his command chair at his eerie observation. "What happened to the Sith Battleships?" he exclaimed towards his chief science chieftain. "Apparently their shields have been taken off line Sir!" the chieftain returned not taking his stare off his console as ship by ship of the Sith fleet were either destroyed or fell to the Jedi's orders to surrender. The odds were no longer in Fett's orders this was evident in the Virtuous's speedy approach towards the Slave twelve. "Helm set course for Duconar, on a hidden jump path. ASAP!" he said in a rising tone of irritation as the Jedi dreadnought drew closer. "Sir, yes Sir!" the Helmswoman replied as she quickly typed in the corresponding course sequence.
Amtlar was startled to see the Imperial ship vanish into hyperspace, seemingly teleported away from its place in the galaxy before the Virtuous could make her final assault on the only vessel in the enemy fleet with its defenses still up. The mon calamari faced his body to Jhellows. "T'sa, can we track the Imperial destroyer?" She shook her head in slight disgust that was broken by her emotional control. "No Master Amtlar, they have masked their plotted course." she winced ".they're gone!" Amtlar felt disappointment try to creep into his being, but he flushed it away with the call of victory ringing into ears through the comm. system. "Two enemy battleships destroyed." a human voice cheered. ".one Sith frigate disabled." another added. ".Their weapons are down Virtuous." a non-human voice filled. ".They're on the run!" Jhellows concluded as the two still functioning Sith battleships of the once grand fleet began to turnaround and veer off into the stars. Neither of which were going in the same direction. "Should we follow them Master Amtlar?" the corellian pilot inquired. Baldos looked to the Force for this answer, and while he did not like the response, he was to glad to be able to here it's reply to give a second thought. "No!" he spat dryly. "Let them return to tell the others of our victory, so that they might know what they will be up against when we next meet." Baldos note the twenty or so other enemy ships that floated lifelessly in the battlefield of space. The only activity that filled the stars now, where the still continuous exchanges of pulse fire between the crippled number of Sith fighters and the now avenging Jedi squadrons.
Saliv was now on the chase, scaring enough of the remaining enemy attack fighters into an improvised ambush along with his new unauthorized squadron. The overpowered Sith didn't even know what hit them, and as the fire balls of their once sound structured fighters diminished into the blackness of Space along with a few Battleships that finally gave into the damage left by the Jedi's crippling attack. He would soon be no longer in the mix of battle for it had died down with the Sith fleet. He was wrong. "Master Amtlar to all active Jedi starfighters! Master Romdel please report in if you are still flying!" A voice rasped over the comm. "Master Romdel here, and fully functional." Saliv said as he pulled his fighter into a parked maneuver near the Virtuous. "Good! Now attention all remaining fighters." he continued having silently acknowledged Saliv's existence. ".as of this moment you are under the orders of Red-Leader." Baldos then dispatched Saliv's new mission objectives. "Saliv you are to lead the Squadron to the Sith battler cruiser near the edge of the system, our scanners show the surviving Sith fighters converging on that vessel." Saliv remembered the craft as the one he sensed Grem was on. "I understand Baldos." "Then you must also know that we have friends aboard that ship. Whatever those fighters have in store for it, we don't want them to accomplish." He concluded. "The Force be with You my friend!" ".It has been so far!" Saliv grinned. "Red-Leader to all fighters, ready your weapons and follow me!" and with that, Saliv's fighter about faced towards the ship-in-question and zoomed at the dark vessel as his new squadron followed.
Yoda bolted through the hallways of the Sith ship, Dorshe' was getting closer with each step he took, and every turn he made but when her presence finally became close enough for him to end his frantic pace he would only be greeted by a steel door. Skywalker could hear the muffles of distress through the wall. He tapped the panel, nothing happened which meant he would have to make it open. Instead of reigniting his lightsabre to cut into the steel hatch, Yoda forced the control panel in the wall open, exposing all its inner mechanisms. The bearded Jedi then leaned down to grab a better look into the device so as to gain a better look inside, as he utilized his natural genius of machines to gain access to the next room but he had to work quicker than he wished. For he could feel the stress in the space beyond growing more as time progressed and in the mix of the heated battle, Yoda could not tell if it was the Sith or Dorshe' who was in peril. This only caused Skywalker to work quicker, silently praying that she would be alright.