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Cryos was impressed with the village. It was built in the trees to keep it clear of some of the larger carnivores. He soon discovered that Ewocks who had built it were little bear like creatures, and were some of the most annoying things he had ever met. Next to Draco of course. The Rebel Alliance camped out in the village soon discovered that Draco didn't like having his title as the raining king of irratatingness challenged. He pulled one prank after another, each one outdoing the last until Cryos was forced to remove six humans and an Ewock from a large net hanging from a very large tree several hundred feet in the air.
With Draco exiled from the village until dinner, Cryos could talk to some of the rebel leaders and plan the attack. The planet in question was very well fortified. With a shield covering it, a Imperial fleet in orbit, and Turbolasers placed strategically over the surface. Cryos could see why the Rebel Alliance was dreading attacking it. But it had to be done. The Emperor may have been dead, but many of his Generals and Admirals were ready to take his place. They had had only enough time to plan where they wanted to bring down the shield when there was the sound of an explosion outside the treetop hut. "The Imperials have returned!" Shouted a fish faced alien named Admiral Ackbar.
"No," Said Cryos sadly, "Draco's back. He must have smelled the food cooking." He exited the planning room to find that Draco had chased away the group of people cooking and was beginning his meal. "Normally, Draco, I'd yell at you." He told the little lizard. "But I'm hungry too." The two sat down together and began to eat the meat and soup provided. Hardly noticing the groups of people who had come to gawk at them.
We've covered it before and we'll cover it again, Sayians can eat. And whatever you would call Draco can eat as well. Cryos was on his sixty-seventh helping of the spicy local food before he even looked up. And even then, it was only because Draco was choking on something. Without saying a word he grabbed the little feathered annoyance around the stomach and squeezed him like a toothpaste tube. A small bone came flying out fast enough to kill someone. Fortunately, it just hit a tree.
When they had finished eating a half-hour later, Cryos and the others returned to planning. Draco always took a nap after he ate, so they were safe for a few hours.
The plan itself came out quite well. After Cryos blasted through the shields around the planet, a select team of Rebels would follow him down to the surface. They would land on top of one of the mile tall buildings and work their way down to the lower levels where there was an entrance to an underground bunker containing both the high level Generals of the Empire, and all the information in their central computer. Meanwhile, the Rebel fleet would keep the imperials busy in orbit, and Draco would keep any Imperials from following Cryos and the others down through the gaping hole in the shields.
It wasn't too complex, but there were a lot of variables to go wrong, the biggest one was Draco, as he was very easily distracted and got bored with a task after a half hour or so. But there weren't any ships to spare in the coming battle, Cryos was needed on the ground, and they certainly couldn't just let the Imperials send in reinforcements, so Draco got the job.
It was late by the time they were finished, so Cryos found the hut where Draco was sleeping (It was occupied until Draco had cleared it out after dinner) and collapsed onto the bed.
He awoke in the morning to someone beating on the door. It was Han Solo complaining about Draco. "What'd he do now?" Asked Cryos, exasperated.
"That THING ATE my BOOTS!" He held up a set of badly mangled footwear. Cryos only had to glance at to see that he was right. Those were indeed Draco's beakmarks on the boots.
"Ok, fine. Bad Draco!" He turned to where Draco was hissing at Han and fired a small beam. Just powerful enough to carry the little lizard through the wall and several hundred yards into the forest. Turing back to Han, he said "There, are you happy now? As for your boots, you'll have to find another pair. I'd give you mine, but I don't wear any." He held up his bare foot and wiggled his long Ice-Jin toes for effect. Han Solo stormed off.
Draco was nowhere to be found, and Cryos knew that searching for him in a forest wouldn't do much good. So he decided to catch up on his training a bit. He had been spending too much time in zero-gravity space lately and was starting to notice that he was a little weaker than usual. Setting his gravity generator (That Washu had so kindly made for him) on the forest floor, he dialed it up to one hundred times Earth gravity and started his session. He had just finished a thousand push-ups and was starting the aerobic part when he was interrupted again.
A group of Rebels had apparently decided that he had ulterior motives for helping them, and were taking it upon themselves to discover what they were. The first words of the discussion came from the barrel of one of their laser weapons. Here they called them blasters. Fortunately for them, the bolts curved when they hit the edge of the high gravity bubble and splattered harmlessly on the ground. The bolts wouldn't have hurt Cryos's thick skin, but he just didn't like being shot. He may have hurt these people if he got mad.
"We need to talk," They told him.
"If I spoke with weapons you'd all be dead." Said Cryos, not even bothering to stop his workout.
"There's no way someone like you would appear just when we need you. It has to be an Imperial plot."
"Sorry, but no, it's not a plot. Over the years I've been involved in twelve rebellions, six military takeovers, and three different armies defending against invaders."
"About eighty if you count all of that one army's factions." Elfour interrupted.
"Whatever, my point is that every time I got involved, my side won. So all you people should consider yourselves lucky I put up with this."
At this point they all started yelling at him that he was an Imperial spy and was going to turn on them and that when he did, they would be there to kill him. It got to the point where Cryos couldn't even train anymore and fired a few low-power beams at their feet to make them run away.
But he had already lost the rhythm of his workout and gave up. To kill some more time he flew up into the sky and drifted lazily over the village, watching the rebels go about their work. Until a blood-curdling scream came from the clearing that was being used as a landing field. It has to have something to do with Draco… He thought.
He found the little featherbrain where the Rebels were loading their ships. He had gotten tangled in a woman's long hair. Now how did he do that? Cryos thought before coming down to help. The woman lost some hair in the end, but they got Draco out without causing too much damage. And then with Cryos's help, they finished loading the battleships quickly. But when they started getting everyone onboard, they ran into one last one hitch. A hitch with a capital D.
"No you don't, Draco." Cryos stopped him when he tried to get onboard.
"Let him on." Someone said. "It's a short flight, he couldn't do too much damage in three hours."
"Don't bet on it. And besides that, Draco isn't allowed on spaceships."
"Why not?"
"He knows why."
"Aww, but look how cute he is." The softhearted Rebel argued.
"No, he'll just have to follow along on his own. And besides, that's just thinly veiled evil."
"I'm going to let him ride on my ship."
"That's not a good idea." Cryos insisted.
"My ship, my rules." She told him.
Cryos gave up. "Ok then, but don't say I didn't warn you." He left her to figure out what she had gotten herself into.
He got on the ship carrying Luke Skywalker, and on the three hour trip, Luke told him about the Jedi. A group of people with special powers who safeguarded the galaxy using the Force. It sounded weird, but certainly not the oddest thing Cryos had ever heard. Especially when he saw Luke use this Force to levitate objects, and to guide him through his lightsaber training.
But eventually they arrived at Courosant, popping out of hyperspace behind one of the moons. Thirty-nine of the forty ships they had left with were, the one carrying Draco, however, was not. They decided to wait for it for a few minutes, they could have appeared off course, but it wasn't until a half-hour later that they arrived.
Apparently Draco had gotten into their hyperdrive and sucked out all the coolant. It was a typically Draco thing to do. The ship had had to refuel before coming to join them.
As Cryos left his ship and headed over to the shield to begin blasting, he made a small detour, picking up Draco.
He flew through the vacuum of space with thousands of rebels watching. None of the Imperial forces had yet seen them, the Rebels were hidden behind the moon and Cryos himself was too small to be seen on their scanners. But the battle would begin in just a few moments. He powered up a single shot, that was all he would need. When the ball of energy was about a foot across, he launched it.
A section of the shield fifty miles wide changed color from pale blue to bright yellow for a few moments, then vanished. Less than ten seconds later, a fleet of Rebel shuttles zipped out from behind the moon. They were descending through the atmosphere just as the first Imperial ships got there, only to be intercepted and destroyed by the Rebel cruisers. I guess they have this in hand. Thought Cryos, then he followed the shuttles down to the surface of the planet.
