As soon as Kam heard the Millennium Falcon's engines roar to life over the sounds of his Sith lightsabers clashing with Vol's blade, he knew that he had just completed phase one of his plan to free the YT-1300's crew of their brief captivity under the Lost Tribe. Now he had to cement it by making sure that they couldn't recapture, or even destroy, the legendary freighter and render their rescue of Ben Skywalker moot; and that meant that he had to get to the bridge of the Shikkar's Edge to disable or wreck the tractor beam controls, and even the weapons systems if he could manage it before the Sith finally overwhelmed and killed him.

So he disengaged from his prolonged duel with Vol by jumping off from the ceiling support beam upon which they fought and broke for one of the exits that led into a corridor; along the way, he passed by the two Sith that he had electrocuted into unconsciousness and, with each lightsaber that he took from them, cleanly decapitated them without breaking stride just as they stirred back into wakefulness. And as he was meters from the door, he spared a look over his shoulder to find that, yes, Vol was chasing after him, seemingly uncaring of the fact that, behind him, the Falcon was now rising up on its thrusters as it was getting ready to leave the Edge's hangar bay.

Kam only saw the Grand Lord pursue him for a split second before he turned back to the door and slashed it open with one of his lightsabers. As he rushed into the corridor, he came upon two Sith who immediately brought up and activated their own 'sabers to engage him, but he leaped over their heads, landed in a crouch, and speared them from behind before he launched himself up and forward to continue on his way. Not long after that, he came across a juncture where a single Sith waited to launch a volley of Force-lightning for him; he caught the torrent on both lightsabers in an X-pattern over his chest while still sprinting forward and gritting his teeth through the excruciating pain. His insane tolerance, boosted by what he had endured from the Sith for the past several days, allowed him to close the gap with his attacker, who tried to reach for his own lightsaber, but he only ended up getting bisected across the waist by Kam's left weapon. From there, he ran into no more Sith before he got to the turbolift, which he swiftly cut down with both blades.

But before he could jump in and bound up the walls to make it to the Edge's bridge, Kam suddenly fell forward and landed right on the ledge that would have brought him falling down the 'lift shaft. He turned on his back as he was then dragged back the way he came by what turned out to be Vol's Force-pull; the Grand Lord was now standing several meters away with his free hand outstretched toward the downed Jedi.

Thinking quickly, as Vol was only dragging him back by his legs, Kam had the freedom in his arms to stretch both hands out and use their index and middle fingers to telekinetically rip a door apart from either side and send them hurtling toward the Grand Lord. This prompted the older man to cease his dragging of Kam to telekinetically slam the doors back along the bulkhead, which allowed the Jedi to roll back over his shoulder, land in a crouch, and send a doubled Force-wave from both hands.

Vol, however, only stumbled back a couple steps from the blow, but Kam was quick to follow it up by Force-blasting the ceiling light above his opponent; as sparks fell along the floor around him, the Grand Lord flinched away in pain as glass shards embedded themselves into his body. Kam then Force-blasted Vol back to his feet, eliciting another pained yowl from him before the Jedi turned back and resumed his hurried course for the opened turbolift door.

This time, nothing stopped him as he began leaping back and forth along the shaft walls to gradually ascend to what should be the level that would take him to the Edge's bridge. He got there, swiftly slashed the doors opened, rolled inside, and found himself face-to-face with six Sith, each of whom held a blazing lightsaber. Warily, they surrounded him in a loose circle before they simultaneously struck out at him, but he simply jumped over them and, while in midair, spun his body upside down so that he could whirl his blades around like a fan; the half-dozen Sith's headless bodies all crumpled around him before his feet returned to the deck.

When he landed, he saw the door mere meters ahead, and he could feel several presences, Sith and otherwise, inside, with all of the Sith seething with anger and frustration. But Kam paused as he felt the sensation of a great shroud inside, as if the Sith who were undoubtedly waiting for him were concealing something from him through the Force.

Whatever it was, Kam thought determinedly, he would be ready for it. And even if he wasn't, he still had no intention of running down the corridor to either side of him as Vol was indubitably heading in his direction. Thus, Kam rushed forward, slashed down the bridge doors easily—he only thought for a second why the Sith inside hadn't erected any blast doors to at least halt his progress before he discarded that question from his mind—and entered what, indeed, turned out to be the Edge's bridge.

And that was when he stopped as he saw, near the forward viewport, six Sith each holding a Jedi child close to them while pressing the blades of their shikkars to each youngling's throat. And around them and Kam, five Sith and seven pirates/mercenaries—Kam didn't care which they were—levelled their respective weapons at him (Sith with their lightsabers, the pirates/mercs with their blasters).

"Give up, Jedi," demanded the male human Sith who was holding Yesla, a female Rodian student, "or you will be responsible for these younglings' deaths."

"Please, Master Solusar!" Yesla begged. "Don't let us die! Do what he says!"

As the Sith and his captive spoke, Kam couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in mild confusion; the shroud that he had sensed before he entered the bridge was still there, only now he could see that it was concentrated around the frightened younglings. But before he could discern why the Sith on the bridge had put up this shroud, Kam looked past them to see through the forward viewport that the Falcon was being pursued by the Edge; it was bobbing and weaving every which way through insane maneuvers that were well-known to be executed by Han Solo. Undoubtedly, Kam thought, the Falcon's legendary captain and pilot was doing his best to make sure that he didn't get his ship caught in another tractor lock, which was why the YT-1300 had yet to launch into hyperspace.

Still, all that took only three seconds to pass through Kam's mind before his attention returned fully to the Jedi children and their captors and he asked, "Why are you shrouding their presences through the Force, Sith?"

The one holding Yesla—Kam determined that he was the captain of this ship—snarled. "You're in no position to ask questions around here, Jedi. Now put down the lightsabers or these children die!"

Now Kam's eyes narrowed in consternation. "And if I don't, you'll really kill them?"

The captain looked at him as if he had suffered brain damage. "How have I not made that clear?"

"Let me feel them through the Force, Sith," Kam growled.

The captain looked like he was about to protest again before his eyes darted past Kam's shoulder ever so briefly and he grinned. The Jedi Master, only vaguely aware that Vol must be behind him and cloaking his Force-presence as he was readying to strike Kam from behind, prepared himself for that kind of assault while still being wary of the threat before him.

"As you wish, Jedi," the Edge's captain said.

Then the Force-shroud that Kam felt over the students fell away, and at the same time, so did their captors' grips on them.

And Kam's blood froze in horror as he saw malicious grins appear on the children's faces just as he also felt their dark, tainted presences through the Force. They had been corrupted by the dark side, Kam realized; Ben wasn't the only one to fall for Vol's rhetoric and his people's methods of conversion. Every one of the children he saw before him were the ones who were successfully turned away from the light side by the Lost Tribe of the Sith.

It was that very moment that made Kam forget not only about the danger that the Falcon was still in, but also about the threat of the Grand Lord posed from behind him. Hence, Kam stiffened in place when he felt a solid blade pierce him in the small of his back; then Vol's angered face came into view from over his right shoulder, followed shortly by the bloodied blade of his shikkar being brought up next to that wizened visage.

The then-deactivated Sith lightsabers fell from Kam's hands and clattered to the deck before he, too, fell to his knees. He placed one hand over the wound, but he knew, as he felt the warmth of his own blood stain that hand, that he was basically done for, especially since he was aware that there was no way that any of the Sith around him would allow him to enter a healing trance.

"Oh, yes, Jedi," Vol said almost casually as he produced a handkerchief from his belt pouch to clean Kam's blood from his shikkar; even without the Force, the Jedi Master could tell that the Grand Lord was trying to stifle the pain from the shards. "You have already failed. Even if Ben Skywalker escapes from our clutches and becomes a proper Jedi, it will not take away from the victory that we had already cemented with these children. Though they have only been with us for a short time, they have proven themselves to be promising young members of the Lost Tribe of the Sith, and there is nothing you can do about it."

The Grand Lord then looked to the Sith who held Yesla. "Captain Holpur?"

"Yes, My Lord?" the captain inquired.

"You may order the Tyros back to their stations." Vol answered.

Holpur nodded. "Certainly, My Lord." He motioned to the children to return to the various consoles around the bridge.

Once the younglings had returned to where they were ordered, Vol stepped toward Kam, kicked him along the jaw to send him crashing down upon his back, and bore down on him with a vicious sneer.

"Know this, Master Jedi," Vol growled, "you only caused us a temporary setback. Your sacrifice will ultimately be in vain, for we will regain the Skywalker child, if not kill him, as part of our war with your Order. And when we, the Lost Tribe of the Sith, triumph over you and your pesky Alliance, you and your name will be completely forgotten. It is only a matter of time."

Despite the pain in his back and the coldness seeping into his body from the blood that had undoubtedly slicked the deck upon which he lay, Kam couldn't help but chuckle. And this prompted scared confusion to mix in with the anger on Vol's face.

"Well, even if I'm forgotten in time by everyone else," Kam whispered, "I'll make sure you never forget me."

Quickly, Kam slapped one hand along Vol's right cheek and sent a current of Electric Judgment to sear his face; the Grand Lord was frozen in shock as he screamed in absolute torment. The bridge crew around them, meanwhile, also stood frozen but in indecision rather than pain, as they were unsure as to how they could help Vol without getting electrocuted themselves.

"I don't need to embrace the dark side to stop you, Vol!" Kam exclaimed over the sound of the electrical torrent and his victim's agonized cries. "Here's what I can do with the light side!"

And he didn't say that just for Vol; despite the effort that he was pouring into scarring the Grand Lord, Kam also projected his voice throughout the bridge to make sure that the children would hear what he said.

Of course, just before the collective indecision could fade from the minds of anyone else present, a male Trandoshan mercenary plucked his blaster from the holster on his belt and aimed it at Kam. But just before the merc could pull the trigger, Kam's Force-lightning suddenly expanded outward from his other hand to encompass the entire bridge. The crew ducked and knelt to avoid the energy attack as the lightning branched outward to short circuit all of the bridge's internal systems, including gravity and life support.

And in his dying moments, Kam couldn't help but smile. Yes, he had seen children that he and his wife had taught turn to the dark side, but he hoped that what he said to them—in conjunction with his demonstration of the power that could be brought by the light side of the Force rather than its dark side—might ring true in their minds at some point in the future. It was a small hope, sure, but it was one that he kept within his heart, nonetheless.

And that hope was strengthened significantly when the penultimate thing he saw was a vision, granted by the Force, that determined where the Jedi would be with Ben Skywalker; when he saw that, he knew that he had all but guaranteed the Falcon's ability to jump to hyperspace and escape the Sith.

But that wasn't his dying smile. Instead, the last thing that made Kam Solusar beam from ear-to-ear smile was the happiest one he ever had when he saw Tionne's bittersweet grin from sometime further in the future.

As everyone rose into the air in the darkened—and soon to be airless—bridge, Kam's Electric Judgment ceased abruptly, though it would be a while before anyone present would learn why. Instead, the attention of everyone else was directed at Vol, who floated in the dark with pained agony that he couldn't suppress like he did with his wounds from the glass shards; and after several bridge crew members activated their personal emergency flashlights, they directed them at the Grand Lord, whose hands groped at the side of his face where Kam had placed his hand.

The crew recoiled in horror and sympathy as they saw that the Jedi Master had left a giant third-degree burn that covered that entire side of Vol's face. Holpur, naturally, brought up his personal commlink to his mouth and called for a medic to get to the bridge immediately before he looked among his subordinates and began barking out orders to restore power to the bridge. Two other Sith, meanwhile, gathered next to Vol and vainly tried to console him as he writhed from the pain on his face.

And among the floating bodies, Kam's one was the only one that did so lifelessly amidst a pool of his own blood; the smile that he had just before he died had all but faded.

Thus, on far away Shedu Maad, Tionne suddenly snapped awake from her coma and sat up in bed in one swift motion to begin sobbing uncontrollably.