Ilza felt the wave of pain and shock through the Force as her silver blade pierced Kavar's heart. The Niman form she had learned from the dearly departed Master Ell had proven quite effective against her former teacher. Kavar fell to his knees as she retracted the lightsaber from his chest. Tired of these games, she brought her shorter emerald blade up, and in one motion, the famous Jedi Guardian was no more.
She took a moment to gaze upon her old mentor's body, gathering up his blue lightsbaers from the floor.
Mandalore and Kreia, finishing off the remainder of the royalist troops, returned to her side, and Ilza turned her attention to the throne.
Vaklu and Talia were facing off, the clanging of vibroblades filling the air. But Queen Talia was deceptively talented, and Vaklu was at a severe disadvantage.
"Blast, you've improved," Vaklu muttered, "but you skill with the blade won't save you from my men. Goodbye Talia!" Vaklu signaled his troops, and they raised their blaster rifles.
Ilza was having none of it. With graceful application of the Force, she leaped through the air, closing the distance almost immediatly. By the time her feet touched the floor, the rifles had been ripped from the troopers' hands.
Vaklu was incensed. "Just what do think you're doing, Jedi?"
Ilza didn't even bother to look at the man as her sabers ignted. "I'm saving you the trouble, General." She made sure to sound just menacing enough to get him to back off.
Talia, defiant to the last, charged Ilza, her double-bladed sword at the ready. Ilza was slightly taken aback at the unexpected ferocity the young soverign threw her way. She had to admit that the younger woman was skilled. But she was no Jedi, and the fight was quickly in Ilza's favor.
Using her off hand, she held Talia's blade at bay, and hammered down on the woman's hilt with her other saber. The sword was wrenched from Talia's grasp. Spinning quickly, Ilza brought her silver lightsaber smoothly across Talia's chest. The woman collapsed at Ilza's feet, the hatred frozen onto her face.
The surviving Vaklu troops let out a cheer, and Vaklu himself offered his hearty thanks. Largely ignoring his words, Ilza collected the Queen's sword as a trophy. She looked at her shoulder, where Talia had manged to land a blow. There wasn't much blood, but it gave her pause to consider her opponent. It was not a fight she would soon forget.
Within the hour, they crew was back at the Ebon Hawk. All that remained was Korriban, and Master Vash. Though there was an ominous feeling in her stomach, she shoved it away. Kavar was dead, and now was a time to celebrate.