This used to be the alternate ending, which I edited because I was ashamed at me for writing it, and at Phaelon for doing it… Here it is, my ending – reworked.
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They waited until the next night before putting their plan in action. During the day, they had skirted around the city, assuring themselves they'd come in closest to the spaceport.
When the sun was setting, Phaelon approached the spaceport alone on the sadain. The guards at the gate stepped up to stop her.
"I'm expected," she said, making a subtle gesture with her hand.
The guards nodded stupidly and let her pass. She smiled, and concentrated on wiping their memories, a trick Kyp had taught her earlier that day – she'd have to thank him later.
Leaving the sadain near the hangar, she peered through a grimy window. There were more guards inside. Using the Force, she sprang to a second-story balcony, and entered through the door, which someone had foolishly left open.
She found herself in an office stacked with datacards and piles of confiscated items; it must have belonged to the customs agent. In a few seconds she had rifled through the information on the datapad, searching for something. She frowned when she found it. "Sithspit," she muttered. Looks like yours is the only thing capable of getting off this rock, she thought to Kyp.
Going to the window, she felt Kyp curse foully then focus again. Let's clear the hangar first and see is something presents itself. She sent him a nod.
Dropping into the shadows, she edged around to the hangar doors. There were two guards, which were distracted easily enough by a small noise behind them. Mentally pinching the arteries in their necks, she thought the command, "Sleep," and the guards fell.
Cautiously, she peeked inside the doors, which were ajar and winced. The hangar was full of cargo containers and the two X-wings, but nothing else. She highly doubted they'd be able to get to the second hangar before the alarm was raised, and her X-wing wouldn't survive long enough to get her off-planet.
Reaching into the Force, she saw there were at least two dozen guards – not odds to worry about, but their numbers meant the Jedi were expected.
Ready? Kyp sounded eager, and even a bit vindictive.
She nodded.
The guards didn't know what hit them. Phaelon attacked from the front, her silver blade blazing in the near-darkness of the hangar. Kyp came through a back window, taking out two guards before his feet even touched the floor.
Three guards were down in a matter of seconds. Phaelon saw one guard disappear out a side door and tried to feel him through the Force, but there was nothing but a blank space. Vong!
Get him! commanded Phaelon. I'll take these guys. The guards seemed more inclined to fight her anyway, especially after Kyp had thrown several of them across the room with a Force-shove. Assuring herself Kyp was after the Vong-guard, she turned all her attention to the others.
Nine to one was hardly fair odds, but they didn't take into account it was a Jedi they were after. They tried to encircle her and trap her in the crossfire, but Phaelon continued to bat away the bolts while always keeping a cargo container or something between her and those trying to get a clear shot at her back.
She flung one guard back so hard she heard his head crack against the durasteel wall. Two caught a flying cargo container square in their chests, knocking them down and trapping them. Grabbing another one, she flung him into two of his friends, sending them sprawling. A broken repulsorsled pinned them down just to make sure. Two of them turned their blasters on one another at her suggestion. She parried the last blasterbolts before lopping the blaster in two and slipping her blade between the guards ribs.
Having disposed of the guards, Phaelon went in search of Kyp. The Vong had peeled out of his ooglith masquer to reveal a horribly deformed and tattooed creature clad in black armor and wielding a stiffened amphistaff.
"Jeedai!" he hissed, spotting Phaelon and her saber as Kyp tried to circle behind him.
Slipping into something akin to the battle-meld they used in their starfighters, the Jedi connected through the Force to reinforce their actions. When Phaelon attacked, Kyp distracted him, and vice-versa. He was already wounded by the time she arrived and their battle-meld only served to enhance his anger.
One lucky swipe however managed to take Phaelon's feet out from under her, and he was about to stab his amphistaff into her when Kyp came from behind and slid his saber into the chink in his armor right at his shoulder. The Vong snarled and lashed out at him, allowing her to gain her feet again and jab quickly into another chink of armor at his hip.
After what seemed like ages of parrying with the amphistaff, it was clear no one was gaining an advantage. Lead him this way, Phaelon thought through the Force and began running back towards the cavernous hangar. Despite his wariness at disengaging from the warrior, Kyp followed, always one step ahead of the angry, injured warrior.
Keep him busy for a second, she thought, making her way quickly to her broken X-wing. "Drifter," she said to the droid, who immediately piped up, eager to help.
Two seconds later, the armed shadowbomb was carefully making its way towards the dual. Phaelon was careful to keep it mere inches above the duracrete and away from any of the many cargo containers.
Bring him this way, she instructed, but look out for the shadowbomb.
Kyp ducked under an amphistaff swipe and leaped towards her, easily clearing the bomb.
They sprinted for cover as the Vong charged after them, and right into the cloaked proton torpedo.