HK-7 turned to the blue-on-white armoured clone beside him.
"Give me your weapon," it said, its vocabulator crackling with authority.
ARC-KL-335 passed him the EMP launcher silently. "What are you going to do, droid?"
HK-7 didn't reply as it cocked the weapon, taking careful aim through the hole in the blast door. Its eyes glowed bright red as it locked onto its target, and the trigger was pulled. A bright blue ball of energy launched itself out the blast door, streaking past the Super Battle droids marching down the walkway and exploding on contact with a Separatist tank's front end.
KL-335 smirked under his helmet when there was no apparent effect. "That kind of ordinance won't do much of anything against tanks, assuming that was your intended target."
HK handed the clone back the launcher with a jerk. "Of course that was my intended target, you meatbag, I don't miss!"
The clone shrugged. "Still didn't do anyth--" He stopped abruptly at the sound of a crash.
The tank's front repulsorlift had started to fail, its glow dimming every time the front end bounced against the ground, creating loud bangs that dented the copper coloured tip. Suddenly the repulsorlift failed completely, and the hood of the tank smacked onto the ground as the entire vehicle teetered over and up-ended itself, landing on half a dozen Super battle droids as they scrambled to move out of the way. Then there was a deafening crack as the tank exploded, shrapnel flying forewards and proceeding to pierce the droideka's energy sensitive shields which proved useless against the roaring metal that gutted their systems. The dark figure that had been standing atop the tank had only time to leap impossibly high up, the red glow from his weapon creating a trail in the air down to where he landed in the front ranks, in a crouch sneering.
KL-335 could only stare. "You destroyed near 30 droids and blew up a tank with one shot?!"
HK-7 nodded sombrely. "Would've been more if I had fired a little to the left... I really should get these damned scanners recalibrated."
KL-335 barked out a laugh. "You really are something, droid. You know I-- what's that sound?" The clone tuned around to face down the winding corridor, trying to trace the source of multiple footsteps.
"Get away from the door!" screamed Daxius at HK and KL-335. "He's about to Force Push it through!!!"
Just at that moment the plasteel gate shuddered in its frame, and burst back. HK leapt at KL-335, pushing him out of the way as the large gate fell down on where they had been. Daxius pulled out his dual pistols and fired into the wreckage and dust cloud outside the room, the rest of the Firestorm crew following suit.
Piotr roared as he used two of his arms to rapid fired the Super's marching through the doorway. Whipping his vibroblades about with his other two arms, he sliced one in half down its middle as he stabbed another in the chest. Walush cocked his slugthrower and blew apart a droideka as it turned to face him, whilst Yiddles leapt about frantically, tripping over droids and breaking apart weapons with his own. Orian carefully blasted at critical points with her combat rifle, backed by her droid HK and KL-335.
It was a short and brutal battle. Soon there were only half a dozen droids left standing, the floor littered with their brother's parts and scrap metal.
Daxius stood as still as he could, and closed his eyes. Putting his pistols into their holsters, he popped his shivs out of their sheathes and stepped out of the room outside, where the rain was still pouring, the last of the droids behind him obliterated by an exuberant HK.
Outside was the roar of the fire that blocked the passage of any more droids that could be deployed at this gate, but Daxius wasn't concerned about that. He was listening as hard as he could, casting out his senses to filter out the noise of the torrential rain and hear the trademark hum of an energy sword.
The crew of the Firestorm followed their captain outside questioningly. Orian was the first to speak. "Captain? What's the ma--"
Daxius cut her off with a hand gesture, then tilted his head. Snapping his eyes open, he moved his hands in from of him and crossed his daggers in front of him, blocking the Dark Jedi's lightsaber as he struck from seemingly nowhere.
The Dark Jedi sneered. "Force-sensitive," he spat, lip curling. "How unexpected." The Dark Jedi moved his lightsaber again, and Daxius parried with his shiv, striking forward with his other as the Dark Jedi dodged and twirled his blade. The Firestorm crew was watching awestruck as Daxius caught the lightsaber blade between his shivs and parried to the side, then delivered a punch to the Dark Jedi's face. The Dark Jedi fell to one knee, slashed at Daxius, who hopped inhumanly high over the whizzing blade and stabbed downwards, seemingly about to end the battle. The Dark Jedi grinned and held out his palm, fingers splayed, and Daxius had only time for a look of surprise as the Dark Jedi Force Pushed him point blank and threw him back, back, off the bridge and down into the angry ocean below.
"NO!!" screamed Orian, and the spell that had fallen over the crew broke. They all rushed forward, attacking at the Dark Jedi to avenge their lost captain. The Dark Jedi got to feet and smirked.
"I'll play with you for a little while," he said, and swept his lightsaber around, running into the fray. He immediately sliced through Walush's slugthrower and kicked him, the Dug falling unconscious. Piotr dropped his blaster carbine and tried to grapple the Dark Jedi, missing by a fraction and losing his balance as the Dark Jedi kicked his knees out from under him. The Dark Jedi lifted up his saber to finish Piotr off when HK punched him in the side of the head, his metallic fist crackling with electrical energy. The Dark Jedi screamed in pain and fell to the ground, looking up angrily at the droid.
"Can't...sense droids..." he reminded himself, and then held out his gloved hand. Electrical energy spurted out, catching HK in the chest as the droid's circuitbreaker shut him down to prevent further damage. HK fell to the floor motionless, chest plate scorched.
Yiddles slammed down his staff with all his might, missing the Dark Jedi's head as he leapt up again. The Dark Jedi kicked KL-335 in the chest as he jumped up, throwing the clone off the edge of the bridge. KL-335 managed to grab hold of the edge before he fell. Meanwhile Yiddles struck again and again with his staff, phrik lacing resisting the energy blade of the Dark Jedi's lightsaber. Orian crept up behind him and thrust at him with her spinning blade. The Dark Jedi bent back, flipped over, then landed on Orian's outstretched blade for a split second, cast off and brought his lightsaber down on the surprised Whill in front of him. Yiddle lifted his staff up to block the saber and was driven down by momentum, his head hitting the ground with a sickening crack. Orian let out a gasp of fear as the Dark Jedi turned around to face her, his evil grin growing wider.
Piotr tried to rise off the floor, but the Dark Jedi kicked him swiftly in the gut, staggering him face first. The Dark Jedi lifted up his blade and stood still.
Orian could hear KL-335 behind her trying to climb back up, and knew he wouldn't reach her in time. She struck with her blade, but the Dark Jedi flicked his lightsaber and knocked it out of her hands with disdain. She backed away from him slowly, and felt the edge of the bridge touch the back of her heel. There was no way of escaping. She looked at the Dark Jedi defiantly.
"Good sport," commented the Dark Jedi, and he stabbed at her with the tip of his lightsaber.
Orian braced herself for the pain, shutting her eyes tight, but none came. She heard a gasp, and her eyes flew open again. She gasped as well.
Daxius stood next to her, dripping wet and dressed in the flight suit he wore under his armour, with the lightsaber blade in his hands.
The lightsaber blade, caught, stopped, in his bare hands.
Daxius' brow was furrowed in concentration, and he lifted his gaze up to glare at the Dark Jedi. "This is how it ends," he told him. Daxius pulled at the blade, out of the Dark Jedi's grasp, flipped it in the air, caught it by the hilt and stabbed the Dark Jedi in his shocked face one-handed, the blade driving through his head and out the other side. The Dark Jedi's body stood there, blood gurgling from his mouth, then Daxius deactivated the saber and the body fell limp to the ground.
Daxius stood there, panting, then looked over at Orian and grinned. "I win," he said, then his grin faltered.
"Daxius?!" cried Orian, as the captain of the Firestorm fell to his knees and he vomited blood, falling over.