Gav and Naga circled each other once more, around the dark bridge of the Sith Destroyer.
Gav and Naga both held the lightsabers behind themselves with the arms over their head.
Circling each other fiercely, hit, paused, circled, parried, hit, blocked, over and over again. Then, in a strange un-anticipated move, Gav lunged and punched The Sith Lord Naga in the face.
"You should not have chosen to do that!" Gav yelled as he regained his composure and decided to strike back, the hit, blocked and parried once more, Gav lunched with a devastating stab that almost created a hole right through Lord Naga's stomach, were it not for a block by the Lord himself. Gav called on the force for energy.
He used everything he had.
Thousands of fighters, Republic, Sith and even bounty hunters on pay from both sides battled up in space. John Onasi stood at his spot in the cruiser Rejuvenator who had been at the front of the fleet. He ordered fighters to break off and attack other fighters, and ordered Capital Ships to break off from the main fleet and engage the hundreds of reinforcements coming out of hyper-space.
"Where are all these coming from?" He yelled. He stood and then saw something very, very odd. Some of the ships were just disappearing, like fading into space. Not even going into hyper-space, just leaving, just fading away…
"Something's going on out there!" He said to himself. The roar of the crews talking and chatting to fighters and other ships completely drowned out the sound he had made… something's going on! He silently counted the Sith Capital Ships he saw in the distance. 1, 3, 6, 9, 12, wait that's it!
"How many ships do you see on your scanners?" He commanded to the radar men, who were wearing the helmets that completely enclosed their heads in a complete 360 degree view of the battle.
"Sir, we count, about 1,245 battleships Sir…" His voice sounded very sad and non-hopeful.
"Set your metal identifier discrimination to high, understood, block out all interference and other metals and identify only the ships that are here…"
"Umm, ok, sir, whatever you say" He said as he played with knobs in-front of him.
"Oh the gods sir!" He yelled, which immediately silenced the rest of the bridges occupants.
"There are only 230 ships!" He yelled. "There's some machine creating illusions, maybe a mass graviton manipulator! " He yelled. John smiled.
"Find the real ships!" He commanded.
"Yes sir." The Radar operator said as he played and toyed with some more switches.
"I'm relaying the coordinates to all Capital Ships sir…should we order them to fire on only the discriminated ships?"
"Yes… do that."
SHEENG, WOOOOOOOOMMMM-silence-CHING CHING KOOOOOOOOOO
The lightsaber of Gav and the Sith Blood Blade of Naga made thousands of sounds as the passed, blocked, stopped, hit, parried and repeated. While Naga was effortlessly blocked, he thought, what could have worn off the mind control off Gav? He blocked, and was knocked off his feet by a devastating blow and hit his head.
When he regained himself, he found a lightsaber to his throat.
"I was not exaggerating young padawan" he said as he smiled at the shiny red light so close in front of him. "When I said this was impressive." He made an attempt to stand up but was quickly brought back down my an explosion.
Damn! The Graviton Manipulators! He looked to his side to see his blade, stuck in the control panel of the manipulator. The main control panel. Damn.
He looked to his other side and saw a capital ship exploding. His fleets second in command capital ship. He grasped the fact that all has failed, and his conquest to destroy this disgusting Republic had been in vain. He looked in the eyes of Gav, who were eerily now lively. He had failed. He looked up and used the force.
A second later, the blade was stuck in Gav's chest.
"Most impressive. Padawan. But that's what you are, and what you'll always be." The lightsaber in Gav's hand suddenly deactivated and fell to the ground. A few soldiers came in.
"Sir what do you want us to do to this traitor?" The soldier asked. Blissfully, Naga strolled around the body.
"Order the fleet to retreat back in staged min-jumps to Korriban." He ordered.
"Yes Sir. What about the body?"
"Leave it."