Dislaimer: Naboo, the Jedi, and all the Star Wars stuff belongs to George Lucas. The Listians are their own. This is for entertainment only and I'm certainly not making any money off of it.

Author's Note: It's not my fault! It the plot bunnies! They made me do it! tosses the story at you and runs away to find cover before someone can find a peach to throw

Chapter 11

Obi-Wan had never been in a lightsaber battle like this. The Sith Lady he was fighting seemed to somehow be clouding his use of the Force, making it difficult for him to sense his opponent's next moves.

He realized then that the Sith were slowly pushing the group back out of the hangar and that the tall man with the red and black tattoo was gone.

They fought onward, crossing a long hallway, and somehow ending up in the

Theed power generator plant. Their opponents leapt from one catwalk to another and the Jedi followed.

His opponent's blond hair swirled around her face; her green eyes sparkled with anger and hate. She was good, but inside he knew he was better. She spun to avoid a slash to her waist and brought her saber up to block him.

Easily, he used her own momentum against her as he swept his lightsaber up to meet hers and pushed.

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Qui-Gon caught a glimpse of his apprentice's opponent flying backwards against a wall and remaining motionless. He circled his own nemesis. The girl with silver hair he had faced on Tatooine. Her black dress swirled with her every movement, as if trying to distract his attention. Their lightsabers clashed once more, then she turned and jumped to another catwalk.

Qui-Gon followed her, sensing Obi-Wan's presence just behind him.

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The ruby blade arced toward Afton's exposed back as she rolled to escape its first near fatal pass. Another lightsaber, bright orange, blocked it. Nejaa forced the doll-faced woman with red-highlighted hair back, giving Afton time to leap to her feet.

Jeanna barred her teeth and blocked their attacks with her double bladed red saber. Nejaa pulled back slightly, letting Afton take the lead. Jeanna brought her weapon up to block a higher swing and Nejaa sliced the handle neatly in half, barely missing her right hand.

Not about to be defeated so easily, she almost reflexively reached through the Force and yanked Afton's lightsaber out of her hands. She dove at the much smaller girl.

With a thud she hit the ground on her side. Feeling stunned she blinked up at Halcyon's face for a moment and surrendered to unconsciousness.

"Thanks Nejaa," Afton said in between gasps for air. She picked up her purple lightsaber and took off farther down, her eyes on another trio of fighters.

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Silver Songstress smirked as she lunged at the Jedi Master. He was old and weak, no match for her. She blocked his attacks, knowing she could beat him whenever she chose.

She lashed out at his legs. He spun, deflecting her blow and forcing her lightsaber around in a circle. She wasn't certain what he did, but her weapon went sailing out of her hands and rolled off the catwalk.

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Selah and Lonespirit looked up as Afton arrived, a moment after Rhonda hit the floor. Familiar laughter rang through the air around them. The listians looked at each other. Afton and Lonespirit took off, toward the inner core of the plant. Just as they reached the very center, the melting pit, the red laser beams went on as they were supposed to when someone without clearance breached a secure area.

Selah barely managed to stop in time to keep from running into the deadly rays. The three Jedi Knights were right behind her. Helplessly she watched a tall, slender form cloaked in black turn and face her two friends, igniting a double bladed lightsaber.

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Seona had just walked onto the bridge of Lord Jareth's ship when she saw the explosion on the view screen. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

The droid control ship she had left only moments before was a field of space junk. "Lord Jareth will not be pleased," she heard Kelly say nervously.

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Afton had to keep herself from stepping back in shock. Jareth's appearance was even more unnerving up close. His mismatched eyes glowed menacingly from his red and black face. Even worse was his lack of hair. Back at the hangar, she'd nearly cried when she'd seen him without his wonderful mane, but up close it was more fearsome.

She blocked the thoughts out of her mind. Lonespirit was beside her. Together they had to end this and save their friends and the galaxy.

Lonespirit's blue lightsaber was ignited. She pressed the button, bringing her purple one to life and held in front of her.

Darth Jareth smiled viciously, revealing his pointed teeth, and attacked.

Lonespirit blocked his blade as it swept toward her side. With a grimace, she pushed it away. He jumped, performing a perfect flip and twisted to the right, closer to Afton, who ducked his blow and rolled toward her companion.

Lonespirit covered her, though the Sith Lord pushed her back a step.

Afton was on her feet, and went for him from behind. Jareth pulled away, turning again so they were both in front of him, his blade still clashing against Lonespirit's. Without any warning she could detect, he pressed harder in a sudden surge of strength, sending her lightsaber clattering to the floor. Even before she could dive after it, he spun, dealing her a well-aimed kick. Lonespirit fell to the floor.

Afton jumped in front to protect her friend, but Jareth used the Force to push her into the wall hard enough her neck lashed backward and her head struck the wall. Her breath was knocked out and she slid downwards, futilely attempting to breathe. Jareth advanced on the slightly stunned Lonespirit, his saber poised to strike.

"Jareth!" Afton whispered, unable to get enough breath to speak louder. "Please! Just let the others go. I'll go with you."

Lonespirit, who was still hopelessly beyond the reach of her weapon, nodded. "We both will. Just free the other girls. We'll serve only you."

The Sith Lord laughed.

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Qui-Gon stared, he seemed unable to move. Both girls were beyond reach of their weapons. The dark lord turned back from where he had been speaking to

Afton, and continued to stalk toward Lonespirit. His lightsaber raised. She had no time to cry out as the weapon plunged downward, into her. "No!"

Qui-Gon was unable to turn, but knew the cry had been wrenched from his Padawan.

The Sith turned back to Afton. The Jedi Master heard a strangled cry from Halcyon. He himself felt as if the universe were tilting.

She had managed to get her lightsaber and stand up. She blocked his initial attack, but her fall had slowed her. Jareth brought his saber around in a lightning quick motion. Qui-Gon swore his heart was being ripped apart as he saw the red blade go through Afton's chest.

Her head turned from the Goblin King to look at her friends trapped on the other side of the lasers. 'I'm sorry…' her soft musical voice whispered in his mind.

A moment later, the lasers went off. Selah, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and Nejaa ran toward Darth Jareth. The Sith Lord grinned and deactivated his weapon. A crystal ball appeared in his hand.

In a fluid motion, he threw the crystal straight for the group of Jedi.

Selah watched the crystal coming closer as if it was in slow motion. It grew larger, and larger, as if to encompass the whole room… or just them. The other listians must have woken up. She heard Rhonda's scream from behind her.

An unnatural silence reigned in the Theed power generator when Captain Panaka and his men came to look for their comrades. No bodies, and no blood even, only the scattered lightsaber burns on the floors and walls bore witness to the fact there had been a fight.