The sith lords had noticed the amount of fleeing personnel and as a result suspected little resistance, but to their surprise, they found a little jedi instead.

"A jedi!" Lord Kailf exclaimed. "I have longed to kill jedi again." He hummed sinisterly to himself.

Briza ignored him. "JEDI! LAY DOWN YOUR LIGHTSABER AND GET OVER HERE WITH YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD, COMPLY AND YOU WILL BE SHOWN MERCY." She shouted the demand firmly.

Tikala thought for a short moment, but realizing that if she was captured it would likely mean that the information she was in possession of would be compromised. On the other hand if she ran away, she could put her brother and Jonathan in danger of being cut off from the hanger, so she had to stall for time, so she replied "I'm sorry, but I must-"

"This little jedi is mine!" Lord Kalif proclaimed his right, turned on his crimson red lightsaber and charged before the little light skin zabrak could finish her sentence.

Tikala immediately ignited her own green blade, entering into the fencing stand of makashi and let the force guide her action.

Briza could feel the power quickly gathering in this little jedi, like gusts of wind gathering right before a tornado.

As the sith brute came thundering down on a jedi half his size, he made a downward slash to cleave the jedi in half with his searing blade.

The only problem was, that despite the narrow walkway, she managed to side step his blade, then suddenly a burning pain erupted in his thigh and before he could act out his anger, his wrists were cut in a blindly swift motion and the next moment the little zabrak jump over him and severed his achilles heel on his only good leg.

The other sith could only watch as their leader collapsed helplessly on the floor. His agony was clearly audible behind the little jedi, who ignited the other green blade in her lightsaber staff.

Briza and her team was left in shock, but this mockery could not be tolerated. "We will take her together!" She commanded and ignited her own red lightsaber, with her teammates mirroring her actions and charged.

Briza who was the frontrunner, leaped high over the jedi to get behind and flank the enemy, as the two others attacked head on. Even being flanked on the narrow guardrailed walkway, Tikala was still too nimble and too fast for them to get her pinned down.

Next they tried to overpower her with force lightning, but that didn't help much either, she just blocked it with her hand or caught it by her green double blade. She was dodging and dancing in the midst of battle with no apparent weakness to show in her versatile niman defensive style.

Despite a deceptive show of skill superiority, Tikala was in fact using the utmost of her capability and she knew she couldn't keep this up for long. She noticed that the two assassins were in possession of decent saber skills, but lacked the force power needed to be serious threats to her on their own.

There was something very familiar about the third sith though. The red zabrak, while strong in the force, it was like Tikala could sense exactly what she would do and when she would do it. She predicted the timing of the sith's low slash aimed at her legs and made a backwards flip and somersaulted over the red zabrak's head.

Since Briza now faced the whirlwind of a jedi alone, she ignited her second lightsaber and swiftly attacked with a number of cleves and cuts, but they were easily deflected.

Not daring to jump over both raging combatants in fear of being cut down, the two sith sprang over to the other walkway and ran a couple of meters forward and sprang back.

Tikala was well aware of their tactic of flanking her and knew time was short, so she made a swift downwards cut at the legs of her adversary with only one blade active, forcing her opponent to make a quick side step. While her blade was in motion, continuing to turn on its own axis, she switched off the lightsaber, aiming the other end upwards and forwards, which made Briza's upper body or lightsabers vulnerable to disabling attacks.

One of the sith's lightsabers were made to only be held in one hand and equipped with a protective guard on the handle, the other was of a more regular design though and thereby a much easier target for disabling. She reactivated her second blade in her lightsaber staff for a quick stab and damaged the easier target's focusing lens, rendering it entirely useless.

With only one working lightsaber left, Briza back stepped to gain a little ground followed up by a series of force pushes. She used all her might to hold the jedi in place and give her assassins enough time to leap over and finish the job.

Because of this mysterious ability to know exactly what this particular opponent would do, Tikala were able to redirected the force pushes up over herself, their impact braking loose thick cables formerly attached to a crane hanging above them, as well as having time to dodge an incoming saber throw from the human sith, intended to cut her head off.


In the meantime, Jonathan and Mathorn were nearing their ship, when Mathorn suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. "My sister is in danger!"

Jonathan turned around, trying to sense if there was any truth to this statement, but the only thing he felt was an immediate danger that fired deadly red blaster bolts in their general direction. "But we were ordered to go back to the ship!" He argued, as he redirected the blaster bolts away.

"You do that! I will go save my sister." Mathorn shouted with determination. "I'll come back with her!"

Jonathan felt conflicted, he wanted to tell him to get back here and follow the orders Tikala herself had given, but he knew well enough that they didn't have time to argue and that he would a lot of said time to convince Mathorn when in that state, so instead he just responded: "May the force-" Noticing that his friend already was running off, he ended the sentence and tried to cover Mathorn's heroics instead.


In another sections of the station, Terrow and the rest of the infiltration team had met no resistance getting into the station. When they reached the control center however, Terrow suddenly got a strong feeling of urgency. However unlikely it sounded to him, his sith lord sister was in danger. This made him pause just outside the control center, which spared his life, as a huge antipersonal combustion bomb detonated! The explosion fried everyone in range, killing all but him in a hell of fire, as well as burning most of their equipment in turn.

Terrow looked on in shock for a split second before he pulled himself together and called the ship over the comm, "Silent Fang this is agent Dexten Halen, do you copy?".

"We copy agent Halan. What is your status?" Came the static reply over the comm.

"Our Team is dead! The control center was rigged to explode. Only I survived." Terrow explained, as he tried to calm himself enough to sound professional.

"Only moments ago the onboard sensor array detected an unusual and powerful energy spike from the stations core... Our analysts have just informed me that this station is set to self destruct." The crew member hastily informed him.

"Inform lord Kailf at once!" Terrow instructed in all haste.

"We have tried! But something seems to be blocking our signal." The crew member apologizes with the utmost sincerity.

The revelation of the situation was about to unfold in Terrow's mind. "I will Inform him personally! Keep me updated." He said and sprinted back as fast as he could.


The male zabrak assassin was the first of the two to jump. He was greeted by a kick to the jaw that rendered him flat-footed for a split second. Had it not been for his human ally who managed to block a cut against his feet, he would have been out of the fight for good.

Briza was doing everything she in her power to halt her enemy, but everything she could dished up with ended up being dodged or blocked, even her fast paced chaotic joyo blade style seemed slow and... surprisingly predictable to this little jedi. Her mind worked overtime to find a way to force the cursed jedi to submit or die.

From behind the fighting individuals, came a zabrak running to assist his sister, as soon as he spotted the sith flanking Tikala, he leaped high up into the air, with his yellow saber ready to cleave.

The zabrak assassin held up his crimson lightsaber to block, as the jedi came bearing down on him with strong and precise strikes, hammering hard at his defences. Since he had been trained as a stealthy killer, he was ill prepared to withstand the onslaught of a jedi two heads higher and with considerably more muscle mass behind his swings than he himself could muster.

The second Jedi's arrival, had just destroyed any chance Briza had had to force the first jedi to submit and surrender. "Why didn't imperial intelligence pick up on any jedi involvement!" She cursed her luck, as she tried to figure out which jedi would be easiest to get rid of first.

Using the chaos and confusion her brother had created, Tikala jumped and grabbed the loose cable dangling from the ceiling. Mere moments later multiple lightsabers were thrown at her. She swung away right before the wire were cut in half and landed behind the human sith, who ignited his lightsaber staff's second blade and engaged with a flurry of strikes, high and low in quick succession.

Tikala on other hand did the opposite. She turned one of her blades off, countered with quick jabs and precise thrusts, out fencing her opponent. With a swift move she sliced the sith's blade in two and followed this up by wounding the human's stomach region and as well as slicing his wrist on his left arm. A moment later he was flying through the air after having been force pushed away, his two pieces of lightsaber accompanying him.

Briza had to jump away to avoid her flying comrade colliding with her. She called lord Kalif's lightsaber to her hand, she ignited it and engaged the little jedi once again, hoping for a miracle, since she was well aware of the fact that this easily could be her last battle.

All the while Mathorn was forcing the zabrak sith back. When the sith tried to sprang away, he was pulled in close by Mathorn using force pull. With little space to maneuver he unleashed force lightning at the problematic jedi, but to little aweil. The lightning only coursed minor burn wounds as the sith couldn't seem to properly break through the jedi's force bobble.

In a last ditch attempt he made use of a series of faint attacks, which were supposed to lure his opponent's blade down and make his upper body vulnerable to strikes as well as a spin kick maneuver to at face of the jedi newcomer with his poison footwear, which would have worked had he been a split second faster, but to his dismay, the jedi had his saber ready to block the kick. The result was the burning agony a severed foot and the humiliation of being force pushed over the guardrail and down onto an empty landing platform followed by the last words he later would remember before he blacked out. "NOW STAY THERE AND BEHAVE!"

After Mathorn's little escapade, he turned to his Sister, who still was occupied with the last sith standing. "Let's end this and get the hell out of here." He mumbled to himself.

As he leapt over to flank the sith lord, Mathorn felt a disturbance in the force, as well as a warning shout from his sister to look behind him... all a bit too late, as he was hit in the back by an explosive blaster bolt. Instead of landing behind the sith, he crashed behind the sith, completely vulnerable and with an agonizing pain in his back. Had he not been wearing a light armor, he would probably have been dead right about now.

Briza who now was tired and exhausted, had more or less given up any hope of winning. Her mind was already working out a plan to retreat... so it came as a bit of a surprise, when one of her enemies all of a sudden lay next to her with no way of initiate a viable defense.

Tikala saw the peril her brother was in and knew that he could be dead in seconds. She quickly dived in underneath the sith to save his life by redirecting the red blades with her own.

Briza saw her chance and instead of attacking an already wounded enemy, she angled her strike to cut the little zabrak jedi in half.

Tikala reacted instantly and ignited the other end of her dual lightsaber mere microseconds before the sith would have ended her here and now.

Briza felt a burning pain in her right forearm and had to make a quick step backwards before the injury became a severed arm.

Despite being shot, Mathorn quickly recovered from the blaster burn and got back on his feet. With a huge amount of determination and rage, he attacked and with a single heavy swing, he slammed Kalif's lightsaber out of the last Sith lords left hand.

With little time to recover, Briza gripped her remaining lightsaber with both hands and made a quick cross cut, but the injury made her attacks slow and predictable, forcing her back on the defensive.

Terrow was lining up a shot to finally finish the jedi who was in combat with his sister, when he suddenly felt the dreadfully familiar feeling of someone mentally grabbing him. It felt like a huge durasteel gauntlet had taken hold of him. The invisible force hurled him over the guardrail of the walkway he had been standing on just a moment earlier. After a relatively short flight, he was slammed down onto the other durasteel walkway, no bones broken, but sore and physically paralysed, as well as with a green lightsaber blade pointing directly at his throat.

As Tikala looked at the agent, who very possibly could have been the end of her brother, she caught a glimpse of the man's mind. What she saw there gave her an overwhelming feeling of familiarity, as if she had known him all her life... like they were somehow connected.

Terrow, sure his end was near, decided to meet the gaze of his executioner and stared definitely into the eyes of the female jedi... and gasped! What he saw in her eyes and facial features was so similar to his own, that they were almost identical. "It can't be?!"

"By the force! We are!" Tikala uttered in a astonishment. She definitely felt it in the force. "You are my brother." It all clicked into place, that Zabrak sith with whom Mathorn was now dueling, was also of the same blood, her blood. "MATHORN! Don't hurt her. She is YOUR SISTER!"

"BRIZA! I BEG YOU, STOP FIGHTING! WE ARE THEIR FAMILY!" Terrow shouted pleadingly, an echo of his newly found sister.

Both Briza and Mathorn stod eyeing each other, both now with their lightsabers in a defensive position, ready in case of an attack. "SO... What now... no more fighting?" Mathorn asked in a I can't fathom this kinda way, clearly hoping someone would explain it to him.

Despite the appearance of being combat ready, Briza's mind was locked in a frozen state of disbelief. She wanted to deny it, but she only had to look at the jedi infront of her, to see the same emerald green eyes as her own, the same facial features that resembled Terrow and on top of that, she could feel it was true. "How? I don't understand it... I was sent here to retake my old master's space station, and now, I have found jedi, who somehow are related to me?"

At the same time, Terrow was lended a hand from the much shorter jedi, but to his mild surprise, he lifted up by the force instead.

Now, even Mathorn could easily sense their connection to one another, but as he did, he also noticed a slight problem. "Sis... you know they are sith... right?! They could easily murder us at any time."

"No we won't." Briza muttered in a low voice. "It would be like killing apart of myself."

"Really? It didn't seem that way a moment ago. The hole in my back still hurts like hell." Mathorn pointed out with suppressed anger in his voice.

"Mathorn, please! They are not our enemy." Tikala pleaded. As she fully believe the sith, she decided to introduce herself." My name is Tikala Xastra... and this is my brother, Mathorn Xastra. It's an honor to meet you."

"First of, I would like to know, what two jedi are doing in imperial space!" Briza demanded.

"Since we are one big happy family now, let's just say we are here searching for a kidnapped jedi." Mathorn elaborated. "You wouldn't happen know anything about that?" He asked curiously.

"My master was kidnapped by a group of bounty hun-" Tikala began the tale, before sensing a new danger emerging.

Terrow got a warning signal on his comm and his facial color instantly turned pale. "We do not have time to talk! The station is set to blow up in less then five minutes!"

"BLOW UP!" Mathorn nearly screamed.

"My ship is close by, this way!" Briza quickly command.

Tikala just made a quick node and hurried after her newly discovered red sister, with Mathorn and Terrow right behind her.

Briza grabbed her comm link and shouted the order. "THIS IS LORD BRIZA! PREPARE THE SHIP FOR TAKE OFF IMMEDIATELY!

"Yes my lord!" came a quick reply over the comm.

"So her name is Briza." Mathorn thought to himself as he tried to ignore the burning pain in his back.

At the same time Tikala called over her comm link, "Jonathan! The station is going blow up! Take the ship and get back to republic space immediately. We will escape together with some friendly imperials."

"WHAT! FRIENDLY IMPERIALS!?" Jonathan shouted in despair over the comm.

"Get yourself and the data back to the jedi order. I promise we are in good hands." Tikala tried to reassure him, but in the end she could only say. "May the force be with you."

"...May the force be with you too." Jonathan said in a worried weak reply.

"That's a lot of faith she is putting on us, already." Terrow admitted to himself, overhearing Tikala's comm message.