Traitin wandered the halls of the Death Star. He had no idea whatsoever where he was going, just wandering and trying to avoid going in circles.

The hallway abruptly ended with a large room. The far wall was completely covered with computer consoles and blinking lights. A single trooper sat at the consoles, looking quite bored.

Traitin crept up behind the man with cat like stealth. Before the man could react he was suspended by the collar of his shirt.

"I am going to ask once: where is the control room for the power core?"

"Th-th-this is i-i-it." He admitted.

"Huh?" Traitin asked. "Shouldn't it be guarded or something?"

"You were never supposed to get this far…" The man moaned. "Most of the troops are out trying to make sure you don't get aboard. And most of the ones still here are tracking down the other alien."

"You mean other two aliens."

"There are more of you? Oh… We're doomed…"

"Probably, but first I have to figure out how to detonate the power core. I don't suppose you'll be any help there?"

"Mostly I just call a technician when something is starting to look bad. They really didn't give me much of any training at all."

Traitin glanced over at the wall of computer terminals covered with unfamiliar symbols. "I wish I had had time to learn to read basic." The man stifled a snort. "Quiet you." Traitin gave him a good shake. "Now show me how to send out a station-wide announcement."

"And if I do? You'll just blow up the station!"

Traitin smiled. "If you do I'll stuff you in an escape pod on my way out. If you make me figure it out on my own I'll leave you tied up right here so you can watch the count-down."

He reconsidered. "It's the large greenish button on the right panel."

Traitin dropped the man and pressed the button.

"Pahrac, Mazzark." His voice echoed through the entire station. "I've secured the power core but… uh… I'll probably need some help with detonating it. If you guys can get here ASAP I'd appreciate it."

A few moments later the console clicked to life again and Pahrac's voice came through.

"You fool!" He roared.

"What? I found it! Didn't I?"

"Yes," Pahrac said calmly before shouting again. "But not only did you announce to every stormtrooper on the station exactly where you are, but you failed to tell us how to find you!"

"Oh… oops…"

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Cryos stepped back to admire his handiwork. Yamna was firmly imbedded inside the Leech Tree, and the more she fought against it the more life force it sucked from her body.

"So are we willing to have a civilized conversation now?" He asked her.

"You underestimate the power of the Dark Side of the Force." She growled and began to concentrate.

Cryos could literally see the dark energy crackling across her body and into the Leech Tree. He could see the wood start to dissolve as the dark Force energy canceled out the energy it had absorbed from Cryos.

Yamna laughed as the tree shrank, eventually being reduced to the simple staff it had started as.

Cryos picked up the staff, he could feel it weakly drawing strength from him. Its power reserves were pretty much completely used up. Right now it really was nothing more than a wooden staff, no more useful in battle than a toothpick.

He slowly walked to the far wall and gently leaned it in the corner. Later it might be useful, but for now the staff needed rest.

Yamna laughed. "What will you do without your precious staff?"

Cryos beared his teeth and extended his wrist blades, but didn't attack.

She smiled back at him and extended her own wrist blades, almost identically shaped, but much thinner and lighter. Cryos knew he could easily shatter her blades, but she would be quicker with them than him.

Yamna went on the offensive again. Her blades danced through the air almost too fast to see. Cryos tried to block them but was too slow.

He staggered back, trailing blood from a dozen gashes on his face.

By the time he wiped the blood away the wounds were healed and he began to attack for the first time since the battle began.

Yamna spun and rolled in midair, managing to avoid his strikes, till finally she was forced to block. Her blade shattered under Cryos's thicker one, but she managed to swing the other up to block. His blade had lost too much momentum breaking the first to shatter her other.

Yamna went offensive again, forcing Cryos to move back and lose ground to her superior speed.

She raised her remaining blade high over his head and swung it down, Cryos couldn't move fast enough to dodge or block.

A burst of green light filled the room. Cryos was surrounded by a bright green aura and his hair was standing up and waving wildly.

Yamna gave a growl of frustration as her blade impacted on his head and cut his skin, but shattered on contact with his hard skull.

"I suppose I should have expected that." She said.

"Nothing is ever easy." Cryos responded as he looked at her with his now purple eyes.

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Luke Skywalker couldn't believe how his luck had turned around. Just a few short minutes ago he had thought he was going to die, now with Boba Fett fighting alongside them the tides were turning.

Fett's ship was a flying arsenal. It had more firepower than a dozen X-Wings put together. Added to that was its armor and maneuverability. Luke had seen it hit only once, but the blast, which would have easily crushed the X-Wing, barely slowed it down. And by all rights Fett should have been hit a dozen more times already, but his agile ship avoided all the blasts.

From time to time, Fett sent out commands to the Jedi. They weren't orders so much as suggestions. Fett broadcast his plans and then executed them flawlessly with or without help. He didn't seem to care if anyone helped or not, but when Luke or the other Jedi helped, the plans went faster.

However, Luke was experiencing an ever growing sense of danger. Something bad was going to happen soon.

"I'm detecting an energy build up from the new death star." Fett announced. "I expect it to finish priming its main weapon in a matter of minutes.

"How long till they can fire?" Luke asked.

"Unknown." The bounty hunter responded. "It depends on weather or not they wish to fully charge the weapon or not before firing. I suspect more than twenty minutes but not more than thirty."

"We'll have to hope for a speedy resolution on this battle then." Luke said.

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Cryos battled his daughter on the planet below.

"You cannot win against the dark side." She cried out as she dove in for another attack.

"I've never let anyone tell me what I can't do and I'm not going to start now." He said as he parried her regenerated blades.

"You underestimate the dark side's power." She said and held up her hand, literally glowing with dark energy. She threw it at the ground and it sparked across the floor at him.

Cryos jumped to avoid it but wasn't quite fast enough and it grazed his foot.

Shooting pain shot up his leg, followed by numbness.

"What did you do?" He demanded when he realized his regeneration powers were doing nothing to restore feeling to the limb.

"It's a kind of soul toxin," She told him. "I can't kill your body so I will directly attack your spirit directly. That indirect hit will wear off shortly, but if I can hit you with enough of it, the effects just might be permanent."

Cryos gasped as his daughter's maniacal laughter echoed through the room.