Last Chapter! Please tell me if you want me to make a sequel or not.

"I am going to rest, for the two minutes that we will be getting back to the ship," said Moss, as he left the cockpit and went to an empty storage closet to rest.

Andrew pressed a button and spoke into it, "Are all obstacles out of our way for a safe passage?" He released the button and waited for the answer.

It wasn't long until it came, "Yes, the Trade Federation Battleship has been taken care of, and all the repairing stations in the area have been shut down. You should have no problem getting to the attack cruiser."

Andrew pressed the button again and said, "How did the other two gunships do?"

The reply was: "One of them was shot down in the middle of the attack, the other was severely damaged. That one is currently in our hangar. All in all, they did great."

"Good, good." Andrew pushed the ship to go a little faster, the engines whined a little, but that was fine. The two clones were still in the gun turrets, to protect the ship in case anything would attack them. The ride was smooth until they reached the atmosphere. Then, the ship started to wobble a little, but that cleared when they made it past the atmosphere.

The Republic Attack cruiser was coming in view. Andrew heard the door to the cockpit slide open and then slide shut. He turned around in his chair and saw that the clones were pointing their rifles at him. "Whoa, now, what's this all about?" he asked, seriously startled that the clones, the loyal clones, would do something like this. He turned his head and saw that the two clones in the gun turrets have come out and pointed their guns at him too.

In a flash, Andrew used the Force to bring his lightsaber to his hand from his belt, and ignited it. He slashed it sideways, and killed two clones. The remaining three shot, but missed. Andrew did the same move on another clone and then thrust his lightsaber under his left armpit and stabbed another clone. But this time, he was to slow. The remaining clone shot him and Andrew fell to the ground. The clone kept shooting him until he was sure he was dead.

Moss shot up from his sleep because of a sharp pang he had felt through the Force. He hit his head on the ceiling. He had been sleeping on the top shelf in the closet. It was completely dark so he ignited his lightsaber for some light. Outside, he could here the clones talking. "We think he may be in this closet, sir." The door slid open and a clone walked in. He took out a tiny light and shone it at each of the shelves. When the clone got to the top one, Moss ignited his lightsaber, and chopped of the clone's hand.

The clone screamed and Moss finished him off. Another clone rushed in and was instantly chopped in half. Moss ran out into the main room. Five clones were waiting there. They shot at Moss right away. Moss deflected the bolts into the clones, knocking three of them dead. Moss leaped forward, spinning his lightsaber, and killing the remaining two clones.

Moss started to head towards the cockpit, but a shot the came close to his head stopped him. He spun around and saw a clone standing, aiming his rifle at Moss. Moss brought his lightsaber to his face and deflected another shot. Moss ran forward and stabbed the clone before it could react. Moss turned around and saw another clone coming from the cockpit. It shot at him twice and missed both times. Moss walked towards it and deflected two more shots and then decapitated the clone.

There didn't seem to be any more after that, so Moss walked into the cockpit. When the door slid open, he was struck with horror. There, among the bodies of dead clones, was Andrew Kai, lying there peacefully. "No," Moss said silently. A jerk of the ship reminded Moss that no one was piloting it. He ran forward and seized the controls. He talked into the radio, "Captain, something has gone seriously wrong. My clones have turned on me and killed Master Kai."

"The Jedi have survived!" said and aggravated voice. Moments later, the attack cruiser started firing at the gunship.

"What is wrong with you people!" screamed Moss into the radio. He turned the ship around and started head back towards the planet. The moan of the engines was getting too high for comfort. Moss was afraid he was going to blow the engines, but if he just sat there, the attack cruiser would do that for him.

The ship rocked violently as the cruiser hit it with a laser cannon. Moss let go of two missiles that sped ahead of him and then turned around and headed for the cruiser. Moments later, they blew up and the firing had stopped. But that break was only brief. The cruiser shot even more laser bolts at the fleeing gunship.

The engines moaned even louder now, as Moss strained them more. But then the moan of the engines stopped and was replaced by an explosion that shook the ship violently, tossing Moss from his chair. Moss got up and surveyed the screens. "The engines are gone." He made it past the atmosphere, and was now heading straight for the spire.

The spire got bigger and bigger as he sped for it. Moss brought his arms to his head, as if it would protect him from impact. Then he was jolted forward, through the window, and hit his head on the rock. He looked up, blood soaking his fur. The end of the gunship looked like a Rancor took a bite out of it, and smoke was trailing in the sky. He looked around at his new home, the same spire Orn Tenel hid in.

He went back aboard the ship, and dragged Andrew's body out. He sat down and put Andrew's head on his lap. "Master, so much confusion. What has this galaxy come to?" He cried softly and then dragged Andrew's body over to the water, and dumped Andrew in. He floated for a while, and drifted out to sea, but then Andrew started to sink. Moss turned around, and entered his new home, exactly as they had left it, droid parts everywhere, and the occasional dead clone or two. He wondered how long he would be here, if he would die here, and would there be someone so kind enough in the city as to help him off this planet.