Shaak Ti skulked away in silence from mediation, she checked behind her, no one was there. She rounded the corner and jumped up a steep pile of debris, she then glided down from the height to land on her feet beside a abandoned blaster riffle and storm-trooper helmet. Her cloak waved in the slight breeze as she paced down the hall it disrupted the large volumes of dust in the bowels of the temple that no one trekked down to often, she saw the small green Jedi Master just fifty yards away and quickened into almost a jog. She had to tell him, he was still the Master of the Order even if it only existed of a dozen or less Jedi.


"Target! Side arm now!" Galen shouted to the General who crouched behind a hunk of rubble as he fired protective shots over the line.

Target slide the small black blaster riffle across the stone-covered ground but it stopped short of Galen. Galen reached his hand out with grace and pulled the small weapon up for him to grasp, he turned on his heel swift and precisely and let off seven accurate shots, the first four killed a Rebel Clone and three Imperials, the last three smashed into the side of a ruined building, tearing away the smooth wall and providing cover for his men.
Target rolled behind him desperately and a shot just about missed his stomach before Target shot and pistol-whipped the Clone who had somehow lost his helmet, the clones armour was blue and white, a 501st soldier Target presumed, he couldn't possibly know as he was not alive during the clone wars, no he wasn't even thought of back then, he looked older but Target was really only nineteen years old.
"Target! Don't take unnecessary risks, I am no more important than any other man in the faction is that clear? You have more life left in you than this." Galen snapped.
"Yes Sir!" Target replied as he fired defensive shots and some quite skilled offensive shots.

No lightsabers appeared on the field, neither man wanted to distinguish himself as that would surely end in a duel, ordered by the Governor or expected by Cye's armies. Cye had no trouble without his lightsaber's his strong connection to the force was all he needed, every emotion he had felt or was feeling was used to his advantage, ever skill, whether the Jedi or the Sith approved of them he used. He broke several necks in one motion, he refused to advance as he knew who lay ahead of him and continued to try and detach himself.

"Alpha Unit, press the attack!" The Governor-who sat safe and sound in a warm and well lit room- shouted down Galen's ComLink, Galen grimaced as he was expecting that order.
"Marek! Use that energy vibro saber of yours, its the reason your a front man so use it!" The Governor barked.
"Sir, I cannot-" Galen started but was interrupted by blaster fire and a large BOOM.
"Marek use it! That is an order!"
"Sir, there is-" Galen tried again only to be interrupted again.
"Spit it out!"
"There is another lightsaber wielder, I cannot draw attention t-" Galen stopped he ducked under the ruins of a large statue as he ripped his ComLink from his wrist and crushed it with the force- He didn't have time for a debate or to explain. He didn't want to either.


"Master Yoda." Shaak Ti bowed.
"Master Ti." Yoda Acknowledged.
"Are we alone Master?" Shaak Ti asked dimly.
"Indeed, we are."
"Master, I must ask you to allow me to speak without interruption."
"Allowed to do so, you are."
"Thank you Master. The reason I asked to meet here is so that young Kallium doesn't read our thoughts as his Father is able to. I was in the archives slightly after Kallium left, I was running threw the list of Jedi assigned worlds as you are aware and I found something, a log that had about an hour and a half missing from its data stream, at the start of that session the whole communications grid was up and broadcasting on a wide band to something in the between the Alderaan cluster and Coruscant but the problem with that is it could be anything it could even be the Death Star itself, which concerned me so I asked Maris to check threw the data and reconstruct what she could and she came back with a odd result. The signal was aimed at a coordinate that I know as empty space as does Maris, we haven't been able to contact Rahm but we believe he should be able to investigate or give an explanation for it but it gets even more complex after this, the coordinates were boasting the signal to the Outer Rim, what are your thoughts Master?"
"Dangerous, this may be. Innocent the Youngling maybe also. Mystery's shroud fallen it has on this matter."
"I understand Master what should I do?"
"Nothing, you should do."
Shaak Ti held her tongue and strode away quietly after she bowed her goodbye to Yoda.
"A dangerous course, this may be." Yoda whispered to himself.


Volleys off blaster fire lasted into dawn, bodies lay on all flanks in all faction uniforms, soldiers broke off and headed for nearby bases to regroup and to recalculate as nobody was truly making progress. Galen rested bruised and tired against a pillar which had almost flattened him into the chip and battered stone beneath him, his breath rasped as he relaxed. A troop of Rebel Clones had broken threw, Galen had gone to greet them and been surprised at their speed until he saw the orange stripe on their chests, they hit and beat him efficiently until he gripped back into the situation, he telekinetically pushed out and threw three of the six men into stony deaths, obviously their armour wasn't as strong or study as it looked, he shot the fourth and electrocuted the fifth before a familiar snap-hiss marked the liberation of his yellow blade which impaled the soldier threw the chest, then Galen had slumped down and stayed on the ground against his cream and scorched pillar.

Medical officers flooded the field, they tended to the worst of the injuries then the mild injuries then a green-skinned Rodian with blue eyes and a white uniform on her knelt down beside him and began to try and sort him out, she looked worried about the blood from his forehead but didn't say anything until he turned to face her and looked into her eyes.
"You- Your Gal-Galen Marek!" She almost screamed.
"Yes, I am." Galen said bluntly as she wiped the blood away and applied some type of concoction that stung his wound.
"I'm Ryzal, You seem to have a bit of a concussion, I would confine you to your home or the barracks but I know you won't stay there."
"How do you know that?"
"Don't you remember me?"
"No, I don't."
"Well I will explain another time, the lull in the fighting won't last long they will be back."
"I know that but where do I know you from?"
"We met when you received shrapnel wounds, I carried you off the field with General Felida, you gave me some-type of data carrier to give to your wife, I still have it, I will return it to you, later."
"No. Keep it until this is all over, just in case."
"I see, Hold still!" She snapped at him.
"Leave it, I've had worse." Galen said as he rose from his weirdly-comfortable pillar and straightened up.
"You sure?"
"Yes, go tend to someone who is in need of you."
"Aye Sir."

Galen exhaled deeply and wiped the fresh trickle of blood from his temple before grunting to assess damages.

"Sir, Gov has told me to tell you that Beta squad has succeeded in taking over the Rebel Clone outpost, it was barely guarded and they have sent a detachment of three units back to command to assist where they can."
"Very good Target, assemble our forces, I want to drive the Imperials back to the northern pole, that way they can't use ships against us and it's a simple case of picking them off, ask for one of those Beta Units."
"Aye Si-"
"It's Galen, Jack remember that."
"Sorry Galen, I'm used to calling you Sir, its a sign of respect, that's what my Father taught me."
"I know but it irritates me as thirty-nine units of thirty to fifty men each call me it. I prefer not to be shown to be different to any of my men."
"I see Ga- What is that!?" Target shouted.
"That seems to be a Jedi transport, that's Syen, I asked him to try and get here we need as many men as possible, now could you please sort me out with a new ComLink mine.. had an unfortunate accident."
"Of course." Target replied with a snigger.

The transport glided down and touched down a hundred clicks from Galen, the ramp extended and Galen ran to greet Syen as he needed to explain to him that Cye was there but the Orange haired man wasn't anywhere to be seen at first. A grey haired man with his hair scraped back into some sort of bun or ponytail ran down from the ramp in old and very used Rebel Alliance armour with a Jedi look to it, the shoulder panels were cracked and in places chipped and a green lightsaber was held in the mans hand; Kota.
"I wasn't expecting you General."
"I wasn't expecting this either, boy. Syen asked me to accompany him, I was expecting more... fight to be going on for you to call for reinforcements."
"It broke at dawn, they'll be back."
"Of course they will Gal" Syen said casually as he came down the ramp with a pink lightsaber in his hand.
"If the battle was still going on you'd be dead! They would have blown that ship outright!" Kota said bitterly.
"Yes but I didn't sense conflict, blind-man." Syen jeered.
"Very funny Syen come on General the command centre is this way."


Leia watched Kayl as he play-fought with Kallium, it was obvious that Kallium was letting him win by holding back but Leia just sat with Cali smiling as the boys fought and Padme crawled around infront of the white-skinned black-haired Maris Brood.

"Is the pressure still pushing on you Leia?"
"A little but Syen has been good to us, he and Kayl... they are our family."
"I know Leia but still, what about Han?"
"Cali, I have... answers. I have put it to rest, leave that behind."
"I see."

Padme rolled around on the floor giggling as Maris tickled her softly.

"Alright boys break it up!" Leia shouted but the boys continued as though she hadn't spoken, Kayl lightly scraped Kallium's ribs as Kallium pretended to fall back, he used the force to cushion himself as he threw himself backward and as Kayl flung himself to be on his right side.

"KALLIUM, KAYL THATS ENOUGH!" Cali shouted loudly, her voice echoed and bounced on the walls of the large entrance hall.

"Sorry Mom."
"Sorry Aunt Cali."
"Go on the pair of you, go clean up the meditation chamber, I heard you had a, what did you call it Maris?" Cali asked.
"A force fight."
"Ah yes a Force fight in a place of peace and order, go clean it up then tidy your spaces before you return here."
"Yes." The boys replied as they sulked off shoving each other playfully when they thought their mothers weren't looking.
"I saw that!" Leia shouted."
"Sorry!"

Leia combed her long brown hair threw with her fingers as Cali immersed herself in conversation with Maris.


Midday signalled the end of the lull, lightsabers remained attached to belts as they fighting continued savagely. Galen knelt, he didn't trust his legs as he fired bolt after bolt at Imperials and then turned, rolled and fended of twelve Rebel Clones by balling them up with the force and using them like a bowling ball to scramble another three men off their feet.