Traitin sat in the engine room, waiting for Mazzark and Pahrac to arrive.

He had already sealed the doors and destroyed rendered the control mechanisms unusable.

In the far corner of the room sat the lone trooper who had been assigned to watch the console. Traitin had tied him with wires ripped from the door controls. He looked rather unhappy with the arrangement, but seemed to know he couldn't do anything about it and wasn't about to try.

He suddenly screamed. Traitin looked over where he was looking and saw Mazzark squeezing through a slot in an air vent.

"Mazzark!" Traitin was never so happy to see the tiny alien. "How did you find me?"

Mazzark just stared at him for several moments.

"Oh, right. I can't understand your language…" Traitin felt stupid for forgetting. "Have you seen Pahrac?"

The tiny Lalz shook his head.

"Did Cryos teach you to read this language?" Traitin asked, pointing at the control panel.

He made a little fluttering gesture with his hand. Translation: Sorta, but not enough.

"Fine pair we are…" Traitin muttered as he settled back in to wait for Pahrac.

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Kentra limped down the hallway.

When she had first come to this planet, she had been fully prepared to kill her daughter, but now that she had seen her, she knew she couldn't. And she wouldn't let Cryos do it either.

She had no idea how she was going to stop their fight, but she was compelled to try.

She wondered if this was the Force acting through her. She hoped it was. If it was then it probably had a purpose, but if it was just her maternal instincts kicking in then she might be limping to her death.

Kentra stopped and leaned against the wall to catch her breath.

From high in the tower above her she could feel two great strengths fighting. Though they were evenly matched, the feelings she got from them were like night and day.

Cryos showed up in her senses as a beacon of light. He didn't feel like a Jedi fighting, but she could feel his good intentions. He was calm and in control of himself.

Yamna on the other hand, was like a fire surrounded by darkness. Her rage was burning brightly, but her power was tainted by the dark side.

Yamna gasped as she sensed great pain and fear from above her.

"Cryos!" She shouted. She wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but he was in trouble.

Struggling back to her feet, she continued her slow journey.

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I'm in trouble. Cryos thought.

Feeling was slowly returning to his leg, but he could feel some kind of lasting damage that his healing powers couldn't fix. He could not afford to be hit by that attack again.

Yamna fired the beam again, this time through the air. Cryos dodged, barely.

"Here's a trick I learned from my master, Darth Posh." She shouted and began to power up. With a burst of energy she transformed to Super-Sayian. But something was horribly wrong. Instead of the Green light she had had when going super as a child, it was dark purple, almost black. Her hair went from its normal silver color to a light purple and stood straight up. Cryos gasped when she opened her eyes, they were blood red.

"Now feel the true power of the dark side!" She screamed and fired a beam of the toxic dark energy at him.

Cryos dodged, but just barely.

She dove at him and he tried to wrap enough energy around himself to form a shield. Her dark energy struck the shield and shattered it, scattering the dark energy from her hand as well. Some of it hit Cryos, but some rebounded and hit her.

They both fell to the ground.

"I'm not sure how you did that, but as soon as I can move I'm going to end this." Yamna said in slightly slurred speech.

Cryos wasn't really sure how he did it either, he didn't think his shield would be nearly strong enough. But the energy he had been hit with had paralyzed him as well.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Yamna twitching slightly, trying to move.

With supreme effort, he raised one arm and managed to flip himself over into his stomach. He felt like he was in a thousand times normal gravity as he pushed himself off the ground and somehow managed to get his feet under him.

Cryos staggered over to where Yamna was still laying helpless on the ground. He raised his arm and leveled his wrist blade at her neck, prepared to strike.

The room grew darker. "You would kill your own daughter?" The Dark voice of Darth Posh echoed through the room. "You do realize she does not have all your power. Her body regenerates only to a point, her life force does not spring eternal like yours. Can you kill your own daughter?"

Cryos froze. He couldn't kill her, no matter what she had become.

"You are weak." Came the Sith's voice from directly behind Cryos. He spun and found himself face to face with a ghostly apparition of the dead Sith Lord. "Weak," He repeated, "and ultimately defeated."

Cryos screamed and fell to his knees as another one of Yamna's Dark Side blasts hit him in the back.

He managed to roll, more of a flop actually, onto his back and raise his hand to attempt to project another shield between them. But it was useless. He simply didn't have enough life force left to form any kind of protection.

Another toxic beam hit him directly in the chest. Cryos flopped to the ground, no longer moving.

"Very good, my student." Darth Posh's shadowy figure stepped out of a dark corner. "Now finish him. Fill him with so much Dark energy that he never awakens again!"

"In a moment." She responded. "I want to hear his last words first."

"Obey your Master!" Darth Posh insisted.

She shot him a look that would melt concrete. "When I am ready, I will finish him."

The Sith Lord flinched under her gaze.

She walked over to where he lay and looked into his unblinking eyes. "So father, do you hate me?"

Cryos's lip twitched as he tried to speak. "N-n-… nn… no."

"You lie." She snapped and kicked him in the face.

Purple blood ran from his lip. Several seconds went by, but the cut didn't heal.

"I c-came back here to see you. After s-s-" He stopped and seemed to concentrating on forming words as a tear dripped down his cheek. "After so long, I was still hap-happy I could see you on-one more time. I had come to t-terms with not s-s-seeing my family ag-ag-again. So even seeing yo-you like th-th-this makes it all worth itttt…"

Cryos trailed off, his breathing stopped and the faint light in his eyes vanished. The tear that had been sliding down his cheep dropped off and splattered to the floor.