Meanwhile the battle in space continued.

Things were not looking good for the rebels. They were vastly outnumbered and using outdated equipment.

Luke Skywalker and his Jedi Knights were blasting down one enemy after another and had not so far suffered a single loss, but their squadron was in the minority there.

Almost every other flight group had already suffered losses, some of them heavily, and waves of opponents were still leaving the enemy carriers.

Luke suddenly got an urge through the Force to fire a missile and he did without question. The missile struck the lead fighter in a squadron of modified TIE fighters just leaving an enemy Star Destroyer, the wake of debris took out several of its wingmen and caused minor damage to the docking bay.

He was quite proud of himself until another wave of TIEs took out his left wingman.

He felt his friend's death through the Force.

"NO!" Luke cried and started to chase after the TIE that had fired the killing shot.

He took the offender out easily enough but quickly found himself surrounded.

Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master, found himself with no way out. The Force was giving him nothing. Usually if he opened himself to the Force completely it would provide him with some way to escape from any situation. But not this time. Luke resigned himself to death.

Then the TIEs exploded almost in unison.

Through the wreckage flew a truly unique ship, unique as the man who piloted it. Boba Fett's ship was truly one of a kind. Rumor was he had blackmailed Kuat Drive Yards, the most prestigious shipbuilding yard in the galaxy, to build it for him, then destroyed the plans and everyone associated with the project so they could never produce another. Rumors were often just that: rumors. But when dealing with Fett it was never wise to dismiss possibilities.

"Jedi," The X-Wings comm clicked to life with Boba Fett's flat voice. "Cryos has paid me to help you. I will offer this chance once: Fight with me. The odds are stacked highly against us. Normally I would not even be in this situation but I have been offered a very good deal."

"If you are willing to have us we would be fools to turn away any help." Luke said in shock. "Thank you, by the way."

"I went out of my way to help you, you owe me some missiles." Fett responded.

"Help yourself to our stocks after the battle." Luke answered happily.

"Very well, let's end this quickly. If you and your Jedi think you can keep up I have a battle plan. Transmitting it now."

The complex battle plan displayed on the tiny screen in Luke's X-Wing. He gave a low whistle of admiration.

"How did you come up with this?" He asked.

"Unimportant." Fett told him. "Can you do it?"

"Yes." Luke answered confidently as he sent out a mental signal to call all the Jedi squadrons to him.

"Very well, we begin now. Don't screw it up or you'd better hope you don't survive the battle."

Luke gave a little smile of amusement, until he realized Boba Fett wasn't kidding.

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Cryos was getting tired of the endless hallways and equally endless security guards of the Imperial Tower. Not that it was any real trouble for him to eliminate common guards, but because he was getting impatient. Normally he could just have blasted through to where he was going, but he didn't know where Yamna was. Normally he could have sensed her, but Darth Posh's dark aura was clouding his ability to detect things.

So he was looking for some kind of clue as to where to go.

None of the guards seemed to know anything at all.

After some time spent searching, Cryos stumbled across a gigantic metal door. It was almost identical to the one he had destroyed years ago in the assault on this very tower. As such, he knew there were probably a large number of guards stationed behind it.

Cryos powered up a bit and with one blade made a clean cut all the way around the perimeter of the door. The sound of tearing metal was deafening.

The door fell with a crash and a volley of blaster bolts. Cryos couldn't figure out what exactly they were planning to do. They had to know that he was immune to blaster fire, and even more so with his new armor.

He disabled them without killing very many and continued to the next room.

The next room was huge and Cryos had almost reached the center of it before he sensed the danger. The doors closed and the lights went out. He stood in the darkness for a few moments before falling into a fighting stance and extending his wrist blades.

For a time, nothing happened. Then, slowly, Cryos began to sense a presence in the room with him. He couldn't pinpoint it, but he could tell it was very close by.

All at once he spun around and blocked with his blades. He moved just in time to stop a lightsaber blade from decapitating him.

As the lightsaber slowly burned through his wrist blades he looked past it to its holder and gasped.

She looked so much like her mother, but had elements of his features as well. He could see the Sayian muscle tone and the Ice-Jin coloring of her flesh.

Her face though, was twisted into such a mask of hate that he could hardly believe it was the little girl he had known years ago.

Yamna pulled back the lightsaber, leaving deep notches in his arm blades, and struck again.

Cryos batted the lightsaber back each time, but each touch took a chunk out of his blade. After a few minutes of this, both fighters took a step back and paused.

"I've waited a long time for this, father." Yamna said coldly.

"You have no idea what I sent through to save you and then to come back to you!" Cryos yelled at her. "I died trying to rid this Universe of that monster that you now ally yourself with!"

"You left us!" Yamna roared back. "I had no choice! No one to train me! My mother certainly couldn't keep up with me. And even if you and her were here, neither of you could have helped me control the Force!"

"There is always a choice." Cryos said calmly. "If you ever listened to Luke Skywalker you would know that." Cryos twisted his wrists and the battered blades dropped to the ground. Then he grabbed his staff from where it had fallen when Yamna first attacked.

"You lay down your blades for a staff?" Yamna asked in amusement. "You are such a fool."

"Perhaps I am," Cryos admitted, "I was never one to judge myself on that sort of thing. What I do know, however, is how to fight. If you think that your Darth Posh has prepared you to deal with me, go ahead and try."

Yamna growled and launched herself at him with lightsaber outstretched.