Luke Skywalker was snapped back to reality by Boba Fett's voice.

"Jedi, I am detecting a difference in the energy buildup in the Death Star."

Honostly, Luke was more worried about the energy buildup he had been detecting when he was interrupted. Something was occurring on the planet surface. Someone was channeling the Force in a way he had never felt before. He couldn't even tell if it was the light or dark side they were using, all he knew is that whatever they were doing, it was big.

"Jedi Skywalker." Fett repeated. "I am uploading new plans with the energy buildup in consideration."

Luke took a quick look. "These plans have us retreating some distance."

"Yes, the Death Star is beginning a self-destruct sequence." The bounty hunter replied calmly.

"What?" Luke momentarily forgot about what he was sensing from the planet surface. "All squadrons! Fall back!" He shouted over the comm system.

The remaining X-Wings and assorted other ships began to pull back to a safe distance, leaving the TIEs and their hanger ships to celebrate for the moment. They would notice the energy build up soon as well.

Luke stole a glance back at the planet. The power he had sensed was fading, but it left a lasting impression on him. He pondered what could have created it as they flew away.

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Traitin ran through the passageways of the Death Star, dragging the unconscious technician. Pahrac had said to leave him, but Felons always keep their promises.

It wasn't too hard to find a docking bay, everyone in the station was headed to one and seeing him coming only made them move faster.

He found a small transport and removed the passengers already aboard. They weren't particularly happy about leaving, but they couldn't say much to a person strong enough to heave them a good distance out the hatch.

He propped the still passed out tech against the wall and stood watch over the hatchway, surveying the chaos as everyone tried to find a ship and wondered what was keeping Pahrac.

After only a minute, the snake like alien slithered into the bay, as Traitin expected, nobody was too eager to stand in his way.

He climbed onto the transport Traitin had commandeered and went right to the controls.

As he brought the ship online Traitin asked "Did Mazzark…?"

Pahrac nodded. "He was brave until the end, even in the face of his own demise. Except for Cryos, a finer warrior I have never known or had the honor to fight next to."

Traitin slumped into the chair. He had been hoping that, somehow, the tiny alien had survived. He looked over at Pahrac and noticed something.

"Pahrac," He said slowly, "are you crying?" He had never seen the mutant Kelbrid show any emotion besides anger.

"NO!" The response was roared back at him, thick with the usual rage. "It's just the exhaust fumes from so many ships taking off."

Traitin almost managed a small smile (almost) as their transport flew towards the planet below.

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Cryos slowly became aware of the hard cold floor under him. He tried to move his body, but was only able to twitch. Four hands suddenly held him down.

"Don't try to move yet" Said a voice.

"It's working!" Exclaimed another.

"We've only got the worst of it, its going to get a lot harder to heal the rest of the damage." The first said back.

There was silence again.

Cryos was defiantly confused at this point.

The second voice was Kentra, but the first one sounded like Yamna. Why would she be healing him?

Actually, for that matter, how were they healing him at all? Hadn't Yamna said that the damage from her attack as permanent? He had been pretty sure he was actually dead this time.

Time slowly passed and more feeling returned to his limbs. He was debating trying to move again when he heard Kentra speak again.

"Look!" She shouted. "His wounds are healing!"

"Stop getting distracted!" Yamna quipped back. "We need to keep the flow steady, if either light or dark gets out of balance we'll lose him and this time we won't be able to bring him back."

Cryos decided not to try moving.

After some time, he was getting impatient.

"Yamna, I think we're done." Kentra said.

"Maybe," she responded, "Dad, can you move?"

Cryos tried to find out. He slowly managed to raise one arm into the air. "Still… a little… hard to move…" He mumbled.

"Well we've totally cleared your healing abilities of any of the toxin, so they should take care of any residue pretty quickly."

"How?" He gasped.

"We worked together and combined everything we knew about the light and dark sides of the Force." Kentra said.

"Neither side could heal you on its own." Yamna continued. "Which is why I said that the damage was permanent. But with two working together, one working with each side of the Force, we were able to repair the damage and remove the poison."

"And I helped!" Chirped a familiar voice.

"Draco, where have you been?" Cryos said. Words came easier now. "Tell me, what exactly did you help with?"

"I helped myself to the kitchens!" Draco shouted cheerfully.

Cryos sighed and said. "You'd better hope there's some left or your scaly skin is going to be black and blue instead of red and blue."

The night sky outside suddenly lit up in a brilliant explosion. Cryos saw it even through his closed eyes and managed to open them a little for a better look.

The Death Star had exploded.

The quantum armor shell was still intact, but flames were erupting from every landing bay and view port.

"They did it." Cryos said happily.

Kentra put her hand on his shoulder. "Something's not right."

"What?" Cryos asked her.

"I don't know. I just-" She stopped. "Lets get up to the nearest landing pad."

"But what happened? What's wrong?" Cryos asked again.

"We'll all find out together." Yamna said as she helped him to his feet. "There's a landing pad this way." She announced as she walked out of the room.

Cryos followed with a sinking feeling in his stomach.