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Red blaster bolts flashed through the air of the halls of the station's dock modules from both the blasters of the Sith troopers and the TSF officers. The dim red lighting covered the halls, concealing the fatigue appearing on the faces of the TSF officers as well as the corpses of their fellow officers who fell in the conflict. The officers of Citadel Station had a considerable amount of soldiers, yet the line of Sith troopers was simply a small part of the boarding parties that already arrived on the station.
Upon encountering the soldiers of the resurgent Sith Empire, the TSF officers found themselves at a stalemate. Each side threw whatever they had at the other; blaster bolts, grenades, and even melee weapons. One group's attempts to outwit the other left them in an unending lock.
A blaster bolt struck another TSF officer, burning through his armor and sending him into the ground. His fellow officer, a private in TSF, took notice of the officer being struck, yet the haze of blaster bolts prevented from doing so. The private did manage to catch a glimsp of his fellow officer to see the blaster bolt hit struck dead center, meaning no chance of survival. He was right as the officer stopped breathing and remained motionless.
The private cursed before he grabbed his comlink. "Lieutenant Ghren, this is Green Squad! We're losing soldiers in the docking modules! We can't hold out much longer! We need reinforcements-"
The call for help was cut off by the whoosh of brown robes flapping air the air as a being ran passed the private and other TSF officers left standing. The private could seeing a shaft of cyan-colored plasma in the air, swatting away the Sith's fire like insects. It was at that moment the private realized who came to his rescue. "A Jedi?" he questioned.
Yes, it was a Jedi. The Jedi Exile to be exact, swinging away her lightsaber at the oncoming fire of the Sith troopers.
The brown boots clattered against the floor as the Exile ran towards the Sith, her cyan blade sending most of the red blaster bolts into the floor while a few returned to the Sith who fired them. The red bolts struck the black armor of a few Sith troopers on the other side, yet the rest remained firm.
That did not stop her as the Exile reached the Sith boarding party, her lightsaber slicing through the chest armor the nearest trooper. Another Sith trooper raised his blaster rifle at the Exile yet a push of the Force from the Jedi sent him crashing into his fellow troopers. That did not stop the rest as a few more aimed at her.
Before any of them could fire, they found themselves besieged by multiple brown robes of Jedi Knights. The one leading them was Mical, his single blue-bladed saber joined by the blue and green blades of other Jedi Knights, who hacked away at those who dared to strike at them. The numbers of the Sith boarding party were cut down drastically by the blades of the Republic's guardians.
After cutting down yet another Sith trooper, the Exile whirled her head around to see the rest of the Sith trooper smart enough to break formation and retreat. A few ran as fast as they could, while others tried to cover their escape with blaster fire. The Exile and the other Jedi would have chased after the Sith troopers if the blaster fire did not force them to block and deflect with their ligthsabers, delay them.
Over the blaster fire, the Exile heard a small high-pitched sound emerging from her belt, making her glimpse down to her comlink on her belt. What followed after was Revan's commanding voice calling out, "General, are you there?"
Grabbing her comlink, the Exile answered it. "I'm here, Revan."
A sigh came from the other end before Revan asked, "What's your situation, general?"
"We've engaged the Sith in the docking modules! We're forcing them back!" she reported while dodging a blaster bolt.
"The Sith will keep coming unless you stop them from entering the Station!" the Exile heard her old commanding officer speak. "There should be Sith shuttles nearby. Head towards the hangars and secure them!"
"On it!" she spoke and ended the connection.
Returning her comlink to her belt, the Exile looked over her shoulder to see her fellow Jedi and the TSF officers. T3 appeared as well as the droid rolled in to join his comrades. "C'mon!" the Exile raised her lightsaber into the air and charged at the retreating Sith.
The army composed of multiple Jedi, officers of Telos Security, and a single droid, followed their leader in chasing the Sith soldiers down the halls of Citadel Station. The constant barrages of blaster fire manage to wound only a few Jedi who had been careless in their efforts to deflect them. Some of the TSF officers themselves had joined with their fallen. Yet, it did little to slow the oncoming wave of Jedi and TSF officers as the Sith continued to retreat.
The chase led the Exile and her forces towards one of the familiar hangars within the docking module. The black boots of the Sith pounded against the gray floor as they retreated towards the Sith shuttles. Numerous blaster bolts pounded against the hangar floor, while a few manage to strike against the shields of the Sith shuttles.
Charging into the hangar bay, the Exile took notice the engines of the Sith shuttles came to life as they rose from the hangar floor. The Sith troopers who managed to survive the Jedi and TSF forces, jumped onto the shuttles when they had the chance. Those that could not were left behind to be struck down by blaster fire or a lightsaber.
One by one, the number of shuttles decreased as each one left the hangar in retreat, the thrusters roaring as retreated back to the Sith fleet. The Exile's eyes caught a glimpse of the Sith crafts passing through the force field. With the Sith gone, she now focused her attention to the hangar.
Spread out across the hangar were Mical and the other Jedi investigating the corpses of the Sith troopers. Some of the TSF officers had joined them while the rest returned to check on their fellow officers who now lied lifelessly on the hangar bay. The expression of satisfication were mixed with exhaustion and sorrow, something the Exile was too used to seeing from the Mandalorian Wars.
A small chirp caught her attention and the Exile turned her head to see her astromech companion rolling past the fallen Sith and towards her. T3 let out an affirmative series of beeps and chirps to inform the Exile there were no more Sith troopers.
Satisfied, the Exile's eyes fell upon a remaining Sith shuttle placed in the hangar bay. Its black hull clashed against the gray floor of the docking module, and the wings attached to the sides were folded upward. The doors had been sealed shut, yet the engines had not been activated.
Her gaze turned from the shuttle and passed the force field to notice the Sith ships. They were approaching slowly, firing away at the TSF fighters who were already having trouble. It would only be a matter of time before they finally reached Citadel Station.
Bringing her eyes back to the Sith shuttle, an idea popped into the Exile's head. Grabbing her commlink, the Exile reported, "Revan, I've secured a hangar. The Sith I've encountered have retreated."
"Good job," Revan spoke from the commlink. "Now you need to secure the other hangars as well."
"Alright, but I have an idea," the Exile spoke, her eyes remained focus on the Sith shuttle. "Can we board one of the Sith ships?"
"You can but it won't by easy. Believe me, I know." Revan informed. "Do you have any idea how to get onto one?"
"I do," she replied. "There's still a Sith shuttle here. I'm looking at it right now."
Silence came from Revan's end. The Exile was not sure if her old general was either hesitating at her idea or if he trying to approve of the plan. Her answer finally came when Revan told her, "Bring T3 with you. He can help you hack into the network."
"Alright," the Exile acknowledged before she disconnected the line and returned the commlink to her belt.
The sound of footsteps caught the Exile's attention as she turned her head around to see a group of TSF officers approaching her. One stood in front while the other two flanked the sides of a Sith trooper, who had been removed of his weapon and his hands were cuffed together by binding.
The officer in front saluted the Exile before giving his report. "Master Jedi, we've found this Sith in the shuttle. He wishes to discuss terms of surrender."
The Sith trooper looked at the Exile over the officer's soldier and interjected, "Not too much to ask. I want to be treated fairly! Take me prisoner!"
The trooper had been treated with the butt-end of a blaster rifle colliding with his armored back, making him almost stagger at bit. The Exile looked behind the Sith trooper to see the blaster rifle belonged to one of the two TSF officers behind him. The same officer who hit the Sith trooper, glared at him. "Shut it, Sith!" the officer ordered.
The Exile's eyes fell on the Sith soldier and through the force, she could feel fear coming off of him in waves. Her first idea was to simply imprison the soldiers, but the image of the Sith shuttle came within her peripheral vision, and she had another idea.
Stepping forward to the Sith trooper, the Exile said, "I'll let you be taken as a prisoner, if you do one thing for me."
A small glimmer of hope emerged into the soldier as he anxiously asked, "What?"
She smiled, "Give me your armor."
If the Sith trooper had not been wearing his helmet, the Exile would have seen his expression and it would have been priceless.
AN: Alright, that's it for now. I have no idea when I will updating chapter 6 for my Kotor 3 fic, so I'll most likely be posting more previews here. In any case, please leave your thoughts in the reviews and if you have any criticism, please let it be constructive! Also this is NOT up for adoption! Thank you.
Raika out!