Note: Welcome… If you're reading this, than that means you're at the second-to-last Chapter of this Story.
Note #2: Yeah, I know. It took me some time to produce this one.
-Breaking point. With the Vote that will shift the balance of the Galactic Courts either towards liberty or tyranny coming very soon, the Jedi Order appears in crossroads as well. Some are firm in the ways that have garnered it for decades, others – wish to revamp it. In turn, the time for discussion has closed. -
Chapter 29. Survival Of An Organization
Less than 15 minutes to 08:00 Coruscant Time, 2 days 10 hours till the Vote. While the trio of Force sensitives on Naboo were all seeking different goals in a confide area, a similar enough situation was at play at the Jedi Temple. Mace Windu's talk with Master Undhuli was several hours in the past, but the seriousness of the discussed topic hadn't subdued from the 2nd strongest member. His eyes were sparking of determination, the intonement of the Force kept sending signals of danger all through the night. While the other Council members were sleeping, Windu remained in the War room with a couple of officers. There was a temporary measure in place that jammed any communication going from the Temple off planet. Without the Council, such an action could not have been ruled just if it included all members of the Order. Quite logically, it did not. It only jammed outgoing Padawan signals. Windu was certain that the insurgency within the Order is centered around beings, whose age is close to Menson's.
"If there is a group of Padawans that are allied with Menson, then the leader is him. Such a documented fact is his ability to anticipate the future, see the bigger picture, arrange the attained knowledge into an obvious line."
Unnaturally to his character, he chuckled.
"For some the fascination of what he can accomplish is mesmerizing. Add the fact that he wields a double-edged lightsaber & uses the sixth fighting form, both unordinary within the Order. At the end, he creates such an allure that several Padawans may believe he can outclass Knights or even Masters."
The stakes were astonishingly high; therefore, keeping an ignorant view of the past was purely detrimental to the success ratio.
All of a sudden, he inquired information from one of the officers around the War room's hollo-projector.
"None."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, sir. I double-checked."
The purple lightsaber wielder got perplexed a bit. The certainty of the core being Padawans wasn't in question. The fact that there was no communications sent from the core beings' made him broaden his mind.
"The hazardous signals from the Force are felt by them, just as they are felt by me. If they didn't inform Menson of the incoming severe event, then the… ones, who did,…"
Several seconds of thinking.
"…Are not designated as Padawans."
The spark of determination grew larger.
"Officer. How many communications were sent in total?"
"20."
"How many of them were not done by Jedi Knights or Jedi Masters?"
"2."
"Thank you, officer."
He quickly analyzed the most logical answers, favored one and rapidly prepared to departure.
"Keep me up to date. I'm going towards the source."
"Will do, sir."
Just like that, in less than a minute, Windu darted out of the War room. There was no need to waste any more time. The Force was already greatly intense. With one side gaining ground on the Truth, the other side weren't resting on their laurels. There was movement.
8:00 o'clock, Jedi Temple hallway. Temple Guards quite logically did not act within a confide area of the Temple. All of them rotated positions that were designated 'need to observe, protect' by the Jedi Council. Though, even that was not the complete truth. On rare occasions, a couple of guards would walk around the hallways of the building; their goal – identify potential risks.
"You almost injured your hand, Young One." – said a Temple Guard.
"I know." – replied a fairly young Human male.
"Then we won't find you trying to scale the walls any time soon?" – Hector inquired.
"No. I promise."
"Good. Now move on."
Two Jedi Younglings bow their heads & descend the hallway in the opposite direction of the beige dressed beings.
"Do you think he'll keep his promise?"
"Hopefully. Otherwise, he might not avoid some suffering." – Hector answered.
"Certainly not."
Suddenly, the 36 year old is struck with an overflow of pain from the Force. The emotion is so immense that it knocks him out of his stance. For a few moments, his head is entranced in dizziness. The revelation of the most likely reason for this overflow ends the disbalance. The other Temple guard asks in an apathetic, serious tone:
"What happened?"
"The Force."
"What about it?"
"It pierced through my psyche in a negative manner."
"Sorrow?"
The apathy withdraws from the pitch.
"Intermixed with callousness."
"Even though I don't sense it, you should not ignore such a manifestation."
"I agree. That is why I must deal with it. Inform the Council of my disappearance from your side."
"Only if you don't come back before I reach the Council's tower. There is still some road ahead." – Temple guard says compassionately.
Hector comes to a good enough understanding of the situation, so initiates the most honorable and, some would say, overused actions within the Temple. He bows, then lifts his head and states:
"May the Force with you."
"And with you."
The Temple guard duo break-up, Oswald's comrade turns, rushes towards the direction, where the signal grows stronger.
Just barely a minute later.
"George, come in."
"I'm listening."
"Operation M.O. is now in play."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. The current volume of pain is indicating that 'They' are on to us."
"I'm grateful that you confirm my suspicions. Should it start now?" – George quickly states.
"Yes. Right now." – Hector tries to answer the pace.
"Alright. I'll get it running."
"Understood. I'll inform the others."
In an extremely short time, the remaining Freedom Savior League members residing within the Temple receive a special blinking light on their communication devices. Adding to it, the same overflow that thrusted itself onto Hector reaches them, even Tanlia.
"That. That is what he said to you?" – asks someone.
"Of course." – Calder answers.
"Unbelievable." – a third person mentions.
Out of nowhere, the 18 year old hears his communication device beeping. Not being allowed to answer it in time, the hazardous nature of the Force presents itself to him. The two beings beside him notice the change in his body language.
"Calder… Is everything all right?"
"No. Absolutely not."
"You seem to be in pain."
"Oh yeah. I feel something like that." – the apricot orange skinned male retorts in a sarcastic way.
He jumps off the bench, which the trio sat on.
"I must go and figure this out."
"We understand." – says one.
"Just come back, so we can get our combat exhibition round going."
"Wouldn't miss that, guys."
He smiles and rushes away from them.
In space around a planet.
"Dz! Dz! Dz! Dz! Dz! Dz! Dz!"
A barrage of laser fire is shot in one place, then – in another, soon – at a third.
"The lane is too tight!" – a clone pilot shouts.
An explosion quickly follows suit.
"Rats! Another one down!"
"Keep your attention on the mission, Green 5."
"Yes, sir."
Another ship is destroyed.
"Another strike." – Tanlia states.
"We have to keep it up." – a clone mentions.
"The Republic's future depends on us." – another one adds.
Three ships were flying in a somewhat confide area in space; their shape – an arrow. The point of the arrow was occupied by the Jedi Padawan Tanlia.
"She's doing fine."
Her Master feels just a bit more relaxed.
Very quickly, she gets 'The Dose' too. Only a few seconds of disbalance, before the 18 year old blonde goes reinvests her attention back into the battle.
"It had to come at this time."
The dissatisfaction of the situation begins a climb of hate. A plan had to be worked out by the female Padawan. Disastrous consequences become a reality if failure is achieved.
5 minutes past 8, Jedi Temple Library. Early-bird or night owl? A question that can easily spark a joyful debate between acquaintances. The timeframe, when is it 'normal' to be awake, is extremely broad. Basically, it comes down to the groups, in which the debate is sparked, compromised joint point of view. Self-explanatory that the Jedi Council had arranged a timetable of the day for the Padawans. So, the whole situation achieved a more futuristic, naïve or hopeful allure.
With all that being said, the Jedi Archives were already open to Force sensitives. The cedar brown lines spanning around the many shelves of the substantial room attracted no feet; that honor went to the tortilla brown rectangles. Near a spacious area of the Library, loosely around a table with a computer on top of it stood 3 members of the Order. The air surrounding trio was in motion; its felt heaviness appeared to be growing little by little.
"Well… It's almost time for me to go."
"Do you have to?"
"I can't really see a good enough alternative, Orlana."
"Sometimes… I long for an experience such as yours." – the Rodian female expresses in a melancholic way.
Then, the trio get two-punched by the Force. The first sign – severe danger, the second sign – a familiar presence coupled with hazardous tendencies. Quickly, the trio's faces switch towards the incoming being's direction. A minute later, Awkan grinds his teeth, reluctantly presses on with a question:
"You feel it?"
"Without a doubt." – Drazeena answers.
"Someone is coming." – Orlana adds.
The 21 year old blue skinned person takes a few steps forward. In doing so, she closes the distance between her, Awkan & the computer. Then, a slow twist, that aligns her body with the approaching problem. Their communicators go off; Drazeena checks hers first.
"It is what we have most feared."
Awkan notices the color of the beeping lights, swiftly turns it off.
"We're entering an egregiously risky battle here."
Orlana pieces together the conditions of their situation. Confidently, she decides not to look at her device.
"Then there is no need."
Cuts off the signal.
"I know what's next."
The other two members of the Order did not reply. From the side, their facial expressions, someone would easily come to the conclusion that the overall feel of the situation transmitted from one to the other without any words. The tool – the Force. Not even a minute passes, when a figure enters the Library in front of them.
"So… The fatal opponent will be him."
The umber brown skinned Padawan takes a hardly noticeable deep breath.
"May the Force be with us."
Somewhere else in the Temple.
"Are you sure?!" – Tiin quickly asks while running.
"Yes. I saw Calder rush like an obsessed person."
"Where did he go?!"
"The most noteworthy room in his direction was the Jedi Archives, Master Tiin."
"Thank you, Padawan. I'll take care of it."
"Good luck."
Simultaneously.
"The enemy…"
Hector takes a bit of time to rap around a fact. A fact centered around the grandiose pain of this morning.
"The source of the suffering is intermixing with familiar Force presences."
At least a dozen meters disappear.
"Horrible. Both the suffering & the familiarity appear to be coming from exactly the same place."
He shakes his head & quickens the pace even more. A devastating confrontation was all but stamped in reality.
Back at the Archives. Who did Awkan saw come into the Jedi Library in front of him? A well-known, respected figure of the Jedi Order. His Midi-Chlorian counter ranked second within it. A Force specialist you might say.
Mace Windu used the Force to inspect the room. Understandably, there weren't a lot of beings in the Jedi Library at this hour. The trio that was about 50 meters (~164 feet) away, clearly presented to him, gave off particular emotions. Their nature raised the self-confidence of Windu, his conviction trounced the remaining ideas within the mind again.
Orlana, Awkan, Drazeena had several definitive doubts pointed towards a 'peaceful retreat'. Out of them, the Twi'lek female appeared to be the most optimistic. Yet, that did little to nothing in terms of seeing a harmless de-escalation of a situation. Windu's initiated slow walk closer to them forced a reaction from Awkan. The brown skinned male takes a couple of steps forward; automatically growing the tension in the room. Now, he stood in a line with Orlana, on her left side.
"Master Windu… Good morning."
"I wish it could be a good one, Padawan."
Less than 40 meters.
"I sense you are troubled."
"Mutual signs." – Mace says in a stern voice.
Less than 30 meters. The trio's arms began to tenses up, some fingers started to move because of anxiety. They were unraveling close to a… Special tool.
"We should wait until he is near." – Orlana states.
"Best course." – Awkan expresses agreement.
Soon, the accomplished, feared, respected Jedi Council member was about 8 meters (~26 feet) from the non-human duo. The air particles surrounding them started to slow down.
You didn't have to be Menson to analyze the situation. The trio of Force sensitives were at a disadvantage against the Jedi Master. Even though numerically, their combined Midi-Chlorian counter would be higher than Windu's, the chances that each of them would reach their full ability at the same moment is miraculously small. The closest to him was Awkan; even he had at least a 6000 point gap (Mace registered 14100). The 21 year old male felt through the Force that the hazardous pulse hadn't faded. It was just… More obvious. Each person knew that the silence won't last long. The only question – who will break it?
It turned out to be Awkan.
"So what has the great Master Windu so determined?"
"A revelation in a search, Padawan."
"You identified the answer?"
"Yes."
The Council member takes in the faces of the trio. Hide as much as you want, he had years of experience over them, so the general state of the confide space was dissected, despite their ability to hide their true colors.
"I believe I have."
These words were said in a less severe way. Then, he takes a step forward.
"Padawan Menson will not be getting any precious news from the Temple for some time."
This action had the dominant side's preferred reaction. A bizarrely quick overview of the situation by Awkan leads him to take initiative.
"So much for an easy escape." – he thinks.
He was about to draw his blue lighstaber, when all four Force sensitives picked up, and later saw Calder running into the Library to the left of Awkan & Drazeena. The apricot orange skinned male quickly voices:
"Oh!"
His eyes rise up, quickly fall.
This change of clauses, obviously, dilutes the focus of Windu towards the trio. Some type of disbalance appeared. Orlana noticed this; therefore, decided to attempt a Force push against Mace. There was just one issue. The Jedi Master positioned his eyes so to be perceptive of such a devious strike. So, what ended up happening was…
Suddenly, Orlana thrusts her right hand forward to knock the Master off his feet. He manages to see the incoming attack and answers with his own Force push. The more powerful one succeeds, by which, the less powerful one is pushed several meters diagonally from Awkan's side.
"That is an act of war, Young One."
"She'll soon have company, Mace."
Drazeena swiftly takes her lightsaber from her belt & ignites it.
"It seems that way. A pity."
The Twi'lek female points her blue saber upward, towards the Jedi Master. Awkan relishes this opportunity to introduce himself properly into the conflict. Quickly, he darts towards Windu, trying to kick his legs out from under him. Windu shifts his attention perfectly once again. Their lefts clash together.
"Enough." – he says seriously.
A few seconds later, Windu's purple & Awkan's blue lightsabers are locked in an 'X' shape.
"Stand down, Padawan, or I'll have you charged with an assault on a Master."
"Not going to happen, Windu."
The 21 year old remembers what happened to Orlana.
"CALDER! Take a look at Orlana's health!"
"Already in motion!"
Orlana was slowly getting up from an unnatural smack up against a wall.
"A lot?"
"Not so much. But we don't have time to waste. We've got to move… Now!"
"Then some distance is on the menu."
Calder oversees his friend's stance return before sprinting to aid Awkan in his duel with Windu.
The enthusiastic one of the group jumps over the stalemated beings, lands, ignites his green weapon and turns around to engage with Windu. The Jedi Master reacts by enhancing his arm's strength through the Force. This way, Awkan is knocked back a couple of steps just in time to block a swipe from Calder.
"You are in over you heads."
"Possibly, but we're too determined to retreat now."
Awkan reenlists himself into the fight.
Two minutes later. When someone's an underdog, choosing brashness over carefulness is completely self-detrimental. Luckily, the quarter had practiced enough to come to terms with this reality. Therefore, the sight of those two minutes was this: the overwhelmingly powerful, experienced Jedi Master was trying to injure the 4 Force sensitives in a way that would leave them somewhat whole; by comparison – Awkan & Calder were focusing so much energy on deflecting Windu's attacks and carefully returning the favor. This led them to be far less susceptible to possible other Force sensitive arrivals. Every 6th attack on Mace originated from Drazeena or Orlana.
Another 'X' shape forms.
"You will not last long."
The Council member is right, his tone remains serious.
"Such insight."
Shape is broken; Calder comes in from the left side. Windu meets him with his purple saber. The patience, which the male Master had at the start of the fight, was at the very least half of what it was now. So logically, the confrontation will be ending shortly. Strangely, this was the scenario that both sides wanted. Meanwhile, the most acute Force sensitives residing within the Temple had identified the 'turbulence'. The FSL's future entered the 'live-or-die' status. A breakthrough would have pleased the quartet.
Miraculously, their prayers were answered. The Temple Guard arrives at the furthest end of the Library from their original point. Because of Mace's abilities, the furthest had become the opposite – closest – entrance. Said Jedi Master was the first to voice something to the newcomer.
"Guard! Help me restrain these Padawans!"
"I'm afraid I'll have to decline, Master Windu." – Hector states confidently with little hesitance.
A realization of extremely broadening view appears in his mind.
"You're the one! You'll tell EVERYTHING relevant to me!"
The next attack laid at Awkan knocks the umber brown one off his feet, dizzies his head and, crucially, leaves his defenseless for seconds.
"NO!" – Calder shouts.
He and Drazeena commit a coordinated strike at the back of Windu; one goes high back, the other – low feet. Unfortunately, the Jedi Master's patience runs out. He strengthens himself in the Force, turns around, blocks their attack and injures them. Calder receives an elbow to the face, while Drazeena gets a Force induced kick into her waist. The non-human female suffers a larger amount of pain.
Now, Windu comes face to face with Orlana & Hector. There are only 10 meters (~33 feet) in between them. The 36 year old was fully aware of how close the exit was from the Archives. Also, he deeply wanted everyone to escape together to salvation. Yet, the reality looked overly grim. Facts being: Mace Windu was the second strongest member of the Order, Drazeena looked to be wary off getting up, the Force presented Calder's, Awkan's weakening state to him, time was close to being unmountable. Furthermore, the establishing of the unmountable directly correlates to elimination of all but one of the Freedom Savior League members.
"Last chance to surrender, you two."
"I don't really see the point in that, Master."
"Still you portray resilience? A severe error on your part."
The Rhodian female's grip on her blue lightsaber's handle tightens substantially. This detail does not go unnoticed.
"So be it. You've chosen your fate."
Ah, the art of overfocusing. It happens even to the most experienced Force sensitives.
Out of nowhere, a chair soars through the air and connects with Windu's right side. This disbalances his stance. In turn, he is unable to block an immensely strong Force push that follows less than 5 seconds after the chair. The purple lightsaber wielder crashes chaotically into a shelf, loses his lightsaber. The quartet's eyes rapidly shift to the point of origin. In seconds, Arnold arrives from between the shelves.
"You can thank me later. He won't wait much longer! Our time is almost up!"
"Move!" – Hector adds.
Five Order members rush out of the Temple's library.
A couple of minutes later, hallway of the Jedi Temple. Hector was leading the group towards George; behind him ran Orlana & Drazeena, then – Awkan, lastly – the duo of Calder & Arnold.
"You took inspiration from Oswald." – the enthusiastic one says with a positivity radiating face.
"His success merits respect."
"Your right there, my friend."
"We're almost there!" – Hector screams.
The woken up Order members of different rank looked suspiciously at the rushing pack. There were ones that presumed that they were just running off to a crucial meeting; others took time in dissecting the facial expressions of the group. Everyone's face, except Calder's, pointed to something grim on the horizon. Strangely or not, no one decided to stop them. That is… Until…
"LOOK OUT!" – the blue skinned Twi'lek warns the group.
Calder & Arnold barely manage to react to the pour of hazardousness from the Force. A small lift of the eyes sees a dangerously descending Mace Windu. Both ignite their lightsabers, turn around to meet the purple saber. A sizzling sound goes off.
"You are going to be punished even harder than the others."
"The future is uncertain, Windu. Yours as much as mine."
Arnold did not even flinch at the spew of words from the Council member.
"I sense two more incoming beings!"
"What strength?" – the beige clothed male inquires.
"Master!"
"There they come!"
The moment they enter a 'T' intersection two Jedi Masters come into contact with them. Hector and Orlana clash with one, while Awkan with Drazeena take the other.
"You must be Oswald's servants?"
"Pawns?! How dare you label us as that?" – Orlana grinds her teeth at such a derogatory interpretation from Master Saesee Tiin.
"You don't realize, how much you've misbehaved." – Luminara tries to sway their actions in the opposite direction.
"Oh, trust me. I fully realize, what is happening."
"You aren't stopping us today, Master Undhuli." – the blue skinned Twi'lek female adds.
The short standstill does present an important detail.
"Hector. All is prepared, but we only have two minutes. Two!" – George reshapes the severity of the situation.
The Temple Guard pours in all his strength to dislodge Tiin from them. Success.
"Understood. 120 seconds!"
"That leaves us with little time." – Calder states.
Arnold takes the hint, pieces together a high success ratio sequence of attacks.
Suddenly, he ignites his other saber half, tries to scar Mace's leg. The latter see it coming and retreats to avoid it. This instigates Calder's onslaught of downward & upward slashes. Mace has to let Arnold go. As unfortunate as it is, the strongest person in the confrontation is caught at a disadvantage. The only free fighter wastes no time and immerses himself in the Force. This creates a certain, mysterious, enigmatic surge within the body.
"Time for less masters." – he thinks quickly.
A dart towards Undhuli would have been recognized if it was fairly normal. The male throws his dual ended lightsaber in a propeller motion at her.
"How egregious!"
Undhuli breaks the standstill with the two Force sensitives that were in front of her to redirect the propeller resembling weapon upward.
"Exactly as I predicted."
However, the redirection of the double ended saber resumes an understandable travelling pattern. It goes in an arc back towards Arnold – the Force sensitive that was in the air. He catches his weapon perfectly and comes down in a shockingly fast, diagonal piercing motion. The speed is too great for Undhuli to react and because of the nature of the move her life becomes independent from her actions.
"NOT ON MY WATCH!" – Windu angrily shouts.
Windu blocks one of Calder's attacks, swiftly kicks him in the shin and throws away past all of the combatants in a, more or less, arc form. This grants Undhuli her survival. Both Arnold and Mace end up crashing into a wall and landing somewhere to the left of Tiin. No time to rest.
"Figures."
Calder's noticeably painful landing leaves him close to their destination. In an upside down sight, the lying 18 year old Human male opens the door to a hangar with his left arm.
"It's open!"
George angles his eyes towards the recently opened door.
"We still might have a chance."
Hector oversees another Jedi Master with at least 10 other Force sensitives coming their way from Tiin's & Undhuli's side.
"Enough! We can't be here anymore!"
"You will not escape!" – Tiin tries to disperse their joint confidence.
"Oh yes we will!"
Calder takes an object from his belt and throws it in a direct line. It lands in the lusted region.
"NOW!"
Suddenly, a giant smokescreen engulfs 6 of the engaged ones. This presents the FSL with the opportunity to exit the disadvantaged development.
"MOOOOOVE!"
They past Calder & the doorway in this sequence: Hector, Orlana, Drazeena, Arnold. Awkan makes a seemingly awful mistake and stops near the doorway. The 18 year old manages to stand up.
"A great idea, Calder."
"It worked better than I'd have imagined today."
Awkan felt the depletion of his friends energy. An extremely distasteful overview of reality – that is what the elder of the two had to come to terms with at this exact moment. They take a few seconds to look directly at each other's eyes. A lot was exchanged. With no words. Such an unbelievable, astonishing event.
"I'll remind Tanlia, how much you wanted to see her again."
"You do that, Awkan." – Calder mentions in a sorrow filled voice.
Awkan nods to him and rockets himself towards George.
The apricot orange skinned male takes in a couple of deep breaths, straightens his stance. Just as the Jedi Masters come rushing out from the smokescreen, he victoriously declares:
"That's far enough."
With his remaining energy, he rearranged the direction of his lightsaber. With one hand the door was closed, the other hand performed the sealing action. The green weapon pierced through the door module, consequently, rendering it useless.
In the hangar. George activates the platform. In less than half a minute, the Temple Guard lands on the platform, rushes inside.
"You're here."
"As you can see! Fire the engines!"
The conversation was substantially fast. George rushes to the cockpit, pushes a button. Arctic blue fames burst out. Orlana, Drazeena & Arnold come inside.
"Go rest, Orlana. We'll soon be soaring through the atmosphere of Coruscant."
"I fully intend to, Arnold."
Orlana lies down on a hospital customized bed to rejuvenate. Drazeena realizes that two FSL members are still absent. While turning around, comes within a step of Awkan's body.
"Where is Calder?"
"Blocking the Masters." – Awkan answers cold-heartedly.
There was no need for further explanation. The Force sensitives within the ship completely understood the deep meaning of Awkan's words.
"A sad loss, but there is no going back." – Arnold interjects.
"Yes. We'll deal with its repercussions later." – Awkan mentions.
"We just have to get off the planet first."
The trio adjust their bodies to their environment. As soon as the platform closes, George states:
"We're ready."
"Launch!"
The ship lifts up and blasts out of the Jedi Temple.
Shortly, hallway before the mentioned hangar. The trio of Jedi Council members close the distance to Calder. Now, only 5 meters (~16 feet) of gas particles keep them disjointed. All four Force sensitives have their lightsaber lit and raised up.
"Master Undhuli! They've escaped the hangar."
"Notify the navy of the ship, Commander. Tell them to force that ship to ground."
"Will do, mam."
The transmission is discontinued. Luminara's attention comes back to the severely depleted Jedi Padawan.
"You know you're not ever going to see the again."
"Everything… Has… A cost."
"Enough."
Windu thrusts Calder into the door, causing him more pain.
"The time for talking is over."
Then slams him to the ground. Turns out, it was the final blow in this altercation. The Padawan loses consciousness, hand lets go of the lightsaber, the green hue disappears.
At the outskirts of Coruscant's atmosphere.
"TURN BACK NOW!" – a clone pilot shouted through his communicator.
Close to 10 fighters were keeping a relatively small distance from the FSL members ship.
"Time to see your joker in action." – Hector says.
"Here we go."
George pushes an emerald green button. About a minute later, the effect of it is witnessed on the outside of the ship. The arctic blue flame becomes dual toned – a purple flame begins to resign within it. Also, the ship is propelled to a speed, which creates an intensely hard to mount distance between them and the Republic's fighters. With the Capital ships coming in even slower, this allows them to be out of the pull of the planet & the range of the Republic.
"Hyper-space. Do it."
George pushes a leaver further from himself. Soon, the ship disappears from the space around Coruscant.
In space around a planet. Two ships engines are heard.
"We've got to be cautious!"
"We were already doing that!"
"And we still lost one of our own!"
"It's war! Casualties are unavoidable!"
Tanlia and the remaining clone pilot destroy two more separatist fighters. Now, they have a miraculous 30 kilometer (~19 miles) void in front of us; after which – a separatist Capital ship was stationed.
"Master, rendezvous a squadron of bombers. We have a clear path to a Capital ship."
"Understood, Padawan. Making arrangements now."
Tanlia thought everything was fine again. 'The Dose' had evened out, relative comfort had been achieved by the blonde haired female. And then…
"Incoming fighters! On our right!"
An explosion goes off. The origin – clone pilot's ship. The 18 year old uses the Force to perform a sporadic maneuver and later wipe out two more fighters of the Confederacy.
"Can't catch a break."
No way, no how. The Padawan receives a painful, crippling, strong Force signal.
"This is something… Even worse than before."
Somehow, maybe through the will of the Force, a conclusion on the origin of both signals was pieced together effectively.
"The special operation has been enacted."
Understanding the consequences of it leads her to a courageous, but gigantically dangerous course of action. Rather than waiting for the bomber squad, she thrusts herself towards the Capital ship.
"Padawan! What are you doing? Stop and wait for the bombers!"
"I've got it, Master. Don't worry."
An apathetic voice countered the worry.
"No. You won't survive. Turn back! This is an order!"
She turns off her communicator and maintains her direction.
"This is a second type of moment. One more passes and I'm gone."
The fighter launched itself at the weakest spot of the ship. Incoming laser fire was avoided by the Padawan, her own laser fire at the ship created a moderate explosion. Rather than angling the ship from it, she darts at it.
"One shot. Don't miss."
Just before crashing into the object, the Force sensitive uses the hyper-drive and disappears in the fire.