Red Twins System
Aboard the Alchemy III
Cylo-IV prepared for the probability of the Jedi and Sith banding together to try and stave off their ultimate destruction. They formed temporary pacts many times when faced with a superior force over their millennia-long feud. He factored in their strengths and weaknesses, and all their best abilities and strategies. And he prepared himself for their attacks with his intellect and his creations' superior speed and maneuverability.
But he did not expect the mixed force to specifically target the cyborg's cybernetic components with a combined barrage of ion blasts and a bit of the ancient Force abilities of mechu macture and mechu deru. Already, they had successfully disabled just over a fifth of his herd and forced another tenth to turn against their fellow species, ramming and attacking fellow Oswaft and their adjacent Kindred of Ooradryl. This disarray allowed the worst of the disabled enemy ships to withdraw and begin their escape through various Force Wormholes.
But there was another opportunity available now, one that could shatter the One Sith and cripple the Jedi in one fell swoop if Cylo-IV's gamble succeeded.
Darth Krayt had personally entered the fray to save his people. This terrible loss, when adding his second-in-command, would be enough to decapitate the entire One Sith's leadership. And with the remainder of his pods ordered to ram into the Alliance of Light's command ships, the Jedi's soldiers would be stuck inside the doomed system.
A bit too brazen for Cylo-IV's tastes, but it would get the job done, and that was what mattered most right now. No witnesses could afford to survive and bear word of what was transpiring here. And only forty-five minutes remained before his task was done.
Aboard the LH-3010 capital freighter Dark Heart
"Are the payloads prepared?" Krayt asked the ship's captain. As his strategy was working against the rogue force, there was still the matter of the Alliance fleets.
"Primed to your specifications, loaded onto the torpedoes, and ready to launch at your order. None of them will be any the wiser until it is too late." The Cerean woman devilishly smirked. "The lead Oswaft is heading straight for us, but they'll only be the first to fall under our control."
"Good. Launch at will." Krayt stoically ordered.
Although he knew little of the scope of danger this unique and highly dangerous enemy posed, he also knew how determined both they and the Jedi were to destroy him and stop his plans.
Luke Skywalker and his allies needed to be obliterated here and now, and their deaths would be pinned solely on this new foe, giving Krayt and his followers a bit of breathing room to maneuver throughout the galaxy once their proxies were disposed of. This was the best opportunity to kill a herd of Mynocks with one blaster bolt when they unveiled the Sith scientists' best computer-based weaponry.
How ironic it would be, when the Jedi and their Alliance would lose many of their prized fighters and leaders with a weapon derived from the New Republic's first capture of Kuat.
True, the devices were used once before on Falleen against their anti-royalty resistance in their mountain stronghold, but this brand-new batch of coding would be impossible to crack in time. And besides, if a good weapon wasn't broken, then why bother replacing it in the first place?
Aboard the Chimaera
"Everything is squared away?" Tors questioned Luke through his comlink.
"Yes. We're all ready. But there's still room for you to join us if you so desire." Luke offered the vice admiral one last time. If this plan worked, then the bulk of the Alliance fleet would escape the system, and Darth Krayt and many of his followers would be destroyed along with this system. At the very least, Luke, Corran, and their friends would be free to fight another day.
"Someone has to command our remnant and keep our enemies in the dark." Tors politely declined. "Just keep my people safe and stop the Sith, and I'll be at peace."
"Very well. It's been a privilege knowing you, Vice Admiral Remal." Luke gratefully bade Tors farewell.
Looking back on his long life and the many wrong choices he made, Tors regretted many years of misplaced loyalty. But this, giving his life to save his crew and allies was a small legacy he could be at peace with. He just wished that he could have done more to give the galaxy order and stability, but still hoped the next generation could carry the torch of hope and change he held onto for so long.
Facing the dozen crewmembers that stayed on with him on this final mission, Tors told them, "All right. We know our orders. Let's give Krayt and these mystery raiders a reminder that the galaxy's defenders won't go down without putting up a good fight."
"Sir, several torpedoes just launched from the Dark Heart at the enemy, and it looks like they're opening up another wormhole!" The sensor officer reported, before correcting themselves. "Wait. It looks like- you've got to be kriffing with me! Three more wormholes are opening, one each around part of the Sith fleet!"
So, the Sith were trying to double-cross them and were even abandoning them before their surprise did them in. Then it was fortunate the Alliance acted on their hunch. "Give the order for everyone to break camp. Tell them to escape before they get caught in whatever trap Krayt's got planned for us."
Aboard the Alchemy III
Seeing a certain SoroSuub Horizon-class Star Yacht lead a rushing convoy of ships out of the Chimaera made Cylo-IV see that he had lost this round against the Force Users, especially with several additional wormholes open and enveloping the surviving Alliance ships. If Master Skywalker decided to save the entire fleet and deplete his own energies, then at least he could die from the effort.
Even so, it hardly mattered since the Jedi and Sith were going to escape, continue their war, and risk the Olpaka Hegemony's survival with their snooping around. But Cylo-V would learn from his predecessor's mistakes and come back stronger and smarter than before when the time came to launch the Knights' final campaign.
The sensors indicated a computer virus in the enemy torpedoes designed to corrupt a system's friend-or-foe system and turn entire fleets against each other. It was of a design he did not recognize, even as several of his creations and the Chimaera began to fall prey to its effects. And with his force already having to endure many losses, the statistics did not look favorable for destroying the surviving Alliance vessels, even if they would soon be destroyed by either the virus of the upcoming supernova.
All that remained now was to await the inferno that would consume his cyborg constructions in less than thirty-five minutes. But he would relish returning to the greater galaxy again when the necessary decades passed, and his intellectual offspring ruled the galaxy as part of the Knights of Olpaka.
Csilla
Cssplar
Within the Convocate Hall
"State your names for the record." Aristocra Saganu, coolly addressed the Alliance of Light's three representatives of the galaxy's less reputable elements. As the Chiss official assigned to question the coalition's leaders and reassure Parliament of the outsiders' good intentions, he would not hold back on his borderline interrogation of the last of Alliance commanders. His anti-Jedi hardliner stance certainly made him a favorite of the governing body's isolationist majority.
With the Jedi and their military commanders having already stated their case to the Forty Great Families, all that remained were their underworld and black-ops allies to finish convincing the politicians to put their full efforts into accepting aid for their war effort.
"Mirax Terrik Horn."
"Khedryn Faal."
"Jan Ors."
"And do the three of you swear to speak the truth, and nothing but the truth?"
"Given the horrific stakes for every one of us, we'd be mad not to." Mirax bitterly quipped, earning her a brief glare from her two peers.
Normally, the information broker and dealer of antiquities would be more diplomatic with such a prestigious audience and her role in this proxy war. But her mind was all but consumed with fear for her husband due to the wounds he suffered by a Sith assassin. It was only through her son telling her how Corran would make a full recovery that kept her sane after all her familial losses.
But that would amount to little if she blew the Alliance's only chance at winning over the Chiss Parliament. If the Ascendancy's governmental body was willing to fully cooperate with the Jedi and their allies in fighting the Sith-backed raiders and rescuing its citizens from the Sith's prisons, then winning this series of proxy wars would be immeasurably easier.
"Very well." Saganu accepted the unorthodox vow. "Then you may proceed."
"Thank you, Aristocra." Khedryn gratefully acknowledged. "As I am sure many of you are aware from your intelligence reports, I am a well-known figure on Fhost for my leadership, intelligence, and influence on the region of Wild Space that borders your territory. I have kept the worst of smugglers, scavengers, and other various ne'er do wells from threatening your people."
"We are well aware of your consortium of underworld elements and your many racketeering and scavenging schemes." A Xodlak Syndic dismissively summed up Khedryn's explanation. "But as I recall, you have little love for the Jedi from your time in the ruins of Outbound Flight and the loss of your former first mate, Marr Idi-Shael after he was captured and killed by Natasi Daala for his allegiance with the Jedi. If both facts are true, why would you work with the Jedi and their friends in this fight?"
Outbound Flight. Khedryn quietly seethed. A Jedi grand scheme by Jorus C'Boath to take fifty thousand colonists and eighteen Jedi from the Old Republic to explore beyond the Unknown Regions and seek out life in the bordering galaxy. But it quickly went awry when the already-arrogant C'Boath quickly got drunk on power and took over every aspect of the people's lives before provoking the Chiss who would be known as Grand Admiral Thrawn to all but destroy his pet project.
That left the few dozen survivors to etch out an existence among the wreckage on the Chiss's hidden redoubt for nearly five decades. It was only thanks to a combined force of the Chiss, the Empire of the Hand, and Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker that Khedryn and the straggler finally escaped their tomb of a home.
While he held little hatred for the Jedi, he certainly was not fond of getting involved in their struggles, especially after Jaden failed him when their shared friend needed their help the most. It was only through Marr's last words that he didn't sever ties with them and agreed to work with them in restoring order in Wild Space. Grace's passionate pleas certainly helped convince him to throw his full weight behind the Alliance of Light.
And he would not let one pompous Chiss rile him up and trick him into making a fool of himself and his compatriots. That meant he would remain calm and counter the fool by making an appeal to the entire Chiss people to protect all they held dear, with the hopes of gaining more than they could ever hope to achieve on their own.
Archaic tactics, to be sure. But they were those that has been tested true countless times throughout all of history. And there was no reason to doubt they would fail here.
"I could return the verbal attack with one of my own, Syndic. But I will not stoop to your level." Khedryn predatorily smirked. "Instead, I'm going to convince all of you on the necessity of allying with us if you're to rescue the hundreds of Chiss citizens the Sith and their followers have captured. And you'll also be able to enact retribution on all the enemies who seek to tear down the order and stability you have provided for the Ascendancy and countless other worlds bordering your domain for centuries."
Catching many of the Syndics' attention, he continued, "I'm going to tell you a few things about my life and the challenges I had to face. Things that will help you see the futility of your typical political infighting and refusal to accept our unique kind of help."
In Orbit Above Batuu
Aboard the Azalus II-class Hutt Dreadnaught Bareesh Fenn'ak Torill
Everything was proceeding as efficiently and predictably as Azzim and the Alliance's leadership foresaw for this opening battle. And Admiral Tonith and his blockade were just as stubborn and powerful that Clan Djarin warned them.
The Sith-backed fleet were not giving an inch in their defense, even when half of the Alliance's dwindling stockpile of baradium-laced missiles blew gaping holes in the Muun's force, for his fleet's configuration allowed it to plug the holes with their reserve force. And the level of coordination between the enemy fleet was too precise for the Hutt's liking, and he knew from Darth Caedus's tactics at the height of the Second Galactic Civil War how the Sith were controlling the weaker minds among their fleets.
The Antarian Rangers had even intercepted calls from the planet of at least two dozen capital ships being prepared for deployment to orbit. They would be ready to move in no more than one hour.
He now saw why his uncle warned him not to underestimate Dician and her vast intellect. This was truly about to be the ultimate test of his skill and cunning. But now it was time for Din and his allies to uphold their end of the bargain before the battle fully turned against the Jedi-allied force and the blockade proved to be impregnable.
On Batuu's Surface
Within the Black Spire Ruins
Inside Dician's Command Center
"Well, it appears Admiral Tonith is living up to his predecessor's reputation." Xasha found herself impressed with the Sith-backed military leader. He had kept her new allies off Batuu much longer than she had imagined, even with the high losses his fleet was enduring.
And with Dician readying her personal attack squadron to join the battle and aid Reep, the Alliance had to make its move now. So why was Din and its force waiting so long to launch its counteroffensive?
"Indeed. He will be a valued ally for me in the months to come. I even believe he will play a vital role in the Dread Lord's ultimate plan." Dician, through her holographic projection, boldly admitted.
"And what of me, my Lady?" Xasha found herself asking. If Dician was onto her duplicity, or thought she was expendable, then her days were even more numbered than she had foreseen.
"I may still have many good uses for you." Dician neutrally mused, betraying no hint of emotion in her voice or expressions. "But for now, focus on managing your cult. Once the enemy fleet is repelled, only then can we discuss cleansing your followers of all their weaknesses."
Barging in, one of Dician's non-Sith aides rushed in, along with a Sith acolyte, and the short lieutenant apologetically interrupted, "Humblest apologies, my Lady. I know I'm not supposed to come in without your orders, but we have a situation erupting across the entire planet!"
"What kind of situation?" Dician demanded.
"The resistance and Clan Djarin are launching simultaneous attacks across fifteen of our supply depots, recruitment centers, spaceports, and even an enemy scouting party has been spotted infiltrating your main excavation site. Din Djarin and his top followers are reported leading the main attack force on our greatest facilities." He quickly warned.
Hiding a gleeful smile beneath her honest shock at the increasingly desperate prospects the One Sith were facing, Xasha faux-anxiously advised Dician, "This could pose quite a few problems to your strategy."
"Just shut up." Dician ruefully grunted.
Void Station System
Aboard the New Dawn
"Are you doing okay, my love?" Adari asked her husband as Edaan prepared to enter his meditative trance for opening a Force Wormhole to Ossus.
The last three hours of prayer and meditation had done wonders for his troubled soul, calming the dark fires that raged inside his being. And staying off the Holonet kept him from erupting into another tirade about the evil and madness still devouring the galaxy.
But with the time drawing near for the two Palpatines' honeymoon and retreat to truly get underway, he had to ensure that the dark essence Krayt put into him would not do more than ignite his anger.
If the Dread Lord and his Sith acolytes could track Edaan down to the Jedi academy, then the Jedi Knight would never forgive himself for putting his beloved in such harm's way. That was why he was strongly considering asking Adari if they could take a detour to Yavin Four for a few tests, at least to see if the Jedi there could probe the foreign darkness in his soul and measure its strength.
"With you by my side? I will be." Edaan offhandedly assured her, amending his statement after Artoo whined, "And you too, buddy."
"I know that look, luv. You've got a new plan. Wanna let me in on it?" Adari sweetly smiled at her husband. But whether she would keep smiling depended on her response to his theories.
Before Edaan could tell her, he suddenly felt as if he was having an aneurysm, falling onto the hard and unforgiving floor from the screams of anguish and death that echoed throughout the Force.
Somewhere, many people had just been murdered, and fear was spreading like wildfire through the Force. Focusing on the source of the vision, Edaan could see a familiar, mushroom-shaped building appear, and he knew he was seeing a vision of Coruscant, where he spent his childhood years before being accepted into the Jedi Order. But not even a moment later, he saw the Senate District engulfed in fires and explosions, and saw his longtime friend, Kajin Bar Yimmon, being flown away by Master Hellin before the fires swept over the area.
Immediately after seeing the Cerean saved, he saw the familiar masked face of Darth Krayt behind it, glaring at him with a sense of longing.
It was clear to him that someone backed by the One Sith had just tried to assassinate the Chief of State, and they were willing to throw the whole planet into chaos to see it done, probably to keep the galaxy divided over their discoveries in the Empire.
But who was on the dark siders' payroll for this set of attacks? And why commit such an act of indiscriminate slaughter that could very well solidify the entire galaxy's resolve to destroy them all? What was the strategy there?
But not even a moment later, he witnessed another vision. It was an all-consuming fire that enveloped an entire star system, one that Edaan did not recognize. The destruction was so quick and widespread, it was as if the sun was artificially triggered into a supernova.
He first assumed the One Sith were responsible for this, but then he saw glimpses of Jedi Masters Skywalker and Horn, along with a heavily tattooed Chagrian Sith Lord escaping the system with their fleet's remnants. The visions continued by witnessing a sight that repulsed Edaan: cybernetically enslaved Oswaft and Space Grazers, under the command of an aged human man with his right eye a Rodian's, and the sight of Daala escaping justice for all her war crimes, incensing the Palpatine heir.
The older man's face was slightly familiar to the Jedi Knight, although he could not place it right away. But what did this set of visions mean? What was the Force trying to warn him about this time? Was there another party interfering in the Jedi-Sith War, one opposing the Force itself, just as the Star Cabal tried to do for over thirteen centuries before it was dismantled?
Well, he would not find the truth lying unconscious. He had to get up and tend to his wife, and then he could worry about the potential future.
Groggily waking up from the shockwaves that knocked him out, he woke up to a sight that made his blood run cold: Adari was lying right beside him, with blood coming out of her nose and her eyes twitching in and out.
The echoes of the attack must have hit her far worse than him, given her weaker resistance to wounds in the Force and incomplete training.
But the circumstances hardly mattered, he had to get her immediate medical treatment to help her right away before her life force ebbed away! And that meant getting her to the Jedi, but the best and closest facility was on Shedu Maad. It would take the New Dawn at least two days to get there through hyperspace, and Adari likely did not have that kind of time.
That only left one option for instantaneous travel, and it would endanger Edaan almost as much as his wife. But it was the only option he had at his disposal. However, he first needed to alert Grand Master Katarn of the change in itinerary and have him prepare a team of healers for the two of them.
Turning to a blaring Artoo, he found the astromech droid plugged into the holocomm, and groggily told him, "Tell… Get me a link to Grand Master Katarn, now!"
Fortunately, the loyal droid already had the same idea, and the hologram of Edaan's one time teacher quickly materialized. Getting right down to the crux of the matter, he quickly asked, "Artoo filled me in on the basics. Are you both all right?"
"Aside from the splitting headache, I'm fine. But I need you to get a bacta tank ready for Adari right away at the temple, and a medical bed for me to rest on. She's hurt badly and needs immediate treatment, and I'll be pretty drained from opening a wormhole straight to the temple."
"I can't let you and Adari come to Shedu Maad, Edaan." Kyle remorsefully denied. "We've got a nest of problems here, and I can't risk them affecting you two."
"What kind of problems?!" Edaan practically shouted. How could Kyle turn him away at this critical juncture, when his wife could be dying as they argued?
"Aside from our war against the Sith and their many agents and Master Skywalker's fleet of wounded coming down from their failed Daala hunt, the kind you had me investigate after Kesh. It's worse than you could ever imagine." Kyle grimly admitted, calming Edaan down as he realized that Kyle had figured out who the Jedi traitor was. That was a sufficient answer to soothe the rising fury and desperation in Edaan's soul. And if Luke and his followers were arriving in bulk to the Shedu Maad facility, then the temple's healers would be hard-pressed to keep up with the swarms of wounded.
But that still left one colossal problem Edaan had to address, "What about Adari? Where can I take her?"
"Continue with your original plan, just kick it into overdrive. Meanwhile, I'll alert whichever Jedi academy or outpost you arrive at to give you two the necessary care." Kyle answered.
"All right, I understand." Edaan reluctantly nodded. "May the Force be with you on your end."
"You as well, Edaan." Kyle's hologram fizzled out, and the second it completely faded away, Edaan instantly ordered Artoo,
"Go prep the med droid while I get Adari situated. We're gonna need to work fast here."
Artoo simply warbled in compliance as he hurried ahead to activate the ship's built-in medical droid and its secondary computer systems, while Edaan gingerly carried his bleeding wife via bridal style, praying to the Celestials that she would last long after they made it to Ossus.
If she died while he did everything he could to try and save her, he might very well lose himself to the dark side's grip then and there. And should that come to pass, the culprits that caused her death would not know anything other than sleepless nights for the remainder of their pitifully short lives.
But then again, if the Sith knew of his destination from their traitors, then perhaps it was time to change up his strategy, and travel to another Jedi academy in the Outer Rim. One that would be a natural fortress and be a perfect retreat for him and Adari all wrapped up in one convenient package.
Quickly making up his mind, he prepared his body to open a wormhole to the Quelli Sector and its Jedi Academy on the planet of Dathomir. He just hoped Jedi Council Members Streen and Kirana Ti would be ready for his unexpected and grand entrance on their Jedi academy.
Deep Within the Unknown Regions
Near Ilum
Aboard the Lady Luck
"This Olpakan Hegemony, you're saying Daala has joined up with them?" Lando carefully said, desperate to keep the anger and fear out of his voice as he processed everything Vuffi and the Aquilian admiral told him.
"And she's about to destroy the Red Twins System and prevent the Jedi and One Sith from pursuing her." Vuffi somberly added. "Our fight is about to become exponentially more complicated."
"But what exactly is the Olpakan Hegemony?" Chance probed. "Some kind of militarized version of the Star Cabal? It's nowhere in Hextrophon's work."
The Aquilian admiral, sharing a knowing look with the Chiss's counterpart, and the latter warned, "It's a long story." Seeing the irritated looks from both Calrissians, amended, "But since they have involved themselves in this war, you and the rest of the galaxy have the right to know what the Hegemony is, and what it once was."
"It started eons ago, when the first of the Cosmic Wars devastated the galaxy. Refugees and warriors saw the horrors the Dark Ones and Architects spawned, how worlds were turned against each other and countless peoples were tainted by Bogan, Tilotny, and each of their followers. After the first war ended, but before Typhojem began his rampage, many survivors of those ruined worlds pledged themselves to serve the Celestials and rebuild and rehabilitate that which was despoiled."
"And throughout the next two Cosmic Wars, this Olpakan Republic held the line across much of what we now call the Unknown Regions. They protected hundreds of worlds and shielded many from the darkness of Tilotny's progeny and the True Sith Empire."
"And, afterwards?" Chance skeptically interjected. "What changed them so much?"
"It was a slow fall." The Aquilian solemnly answered. "But enduring constant warfare wears down even the greatest and noblest of souls. And seeing the millennia of conflicts after Abeloth's imprisonment, seeing the Jedi's fallen wreak havoc and repeatedly wound the galaxy and unwittingly serve the Father of Shadows, and the Celestials' diminished presence in the galaxy left many disaffected and disillusioned with them and their tenets."
"Eventually, a few years after the Draggulch Period began, a long-festering movement launched a coup against the ruling government, slaughtering most of their leadership and establishing an anti-Force society. To them, the Force was little more than a disease that only brought misery and woe to all, and its acolytes were its willing dupes and servants of chaos. It was then the Olpakan Hegemony was born."
"Originally, the Hegemony isolated itself from most of its allies, consolidating its hold and convincing what worlds it could to renounce the Force and the Celestials, but their efforts were slow and often stymied by the escalating war Darth Ruin started. But a few took a page from the Star Cabal in trying to destroy the Jedi and Sith, and you can imagine how well their efforts were, aside from when Sidious ruled the galaxy and led his Great Jedi Purge."
"That was when Roly Melusar had a prominent role in the Imperial Army, right?" Chance recalled, rubbing his chin in contemplation. "Yeah, he won a bunch of converts over with his poisonous rhetoric and care for the troops, and his son followed in his footsteps when Pellaeon led the Remnant."
"Precisely." Vuffi Raa confirmed. "Stryker got Daala in touch with the Hegemony, and she found another kindred spirit in a fugitive from Sidious and Vader after his failed coup. An Imperial scientist and industrialist by the name of Cylo. His experiments and cybernetics were quite a boon for the mainstream Olpakans, helping embolden them to take a more aggressive approach to spreading their twisted views."
"Cylo's alive?!" Lando disgustingly asked. He recalled how the Cylo Directive emboldened many of the Empire's inhumane cybernetic experiments and industrial expansion before he tried to rule over the Sith-led power, and how the self-altered human interfered in many of his entrepreneurial endeavors and cons, but he long gave him up for dead.
"Yes. And he and Daala worked to ignite their loathing into full-blown hatred and fanaticism that could be used to further their own vendettas. Given your experience with both madmen, I think you can imagine the inevitable fallout from such a dark alliance."
And imagine the results, Lando could. If both warlords stumbled upon the Hegemony while fleeing from the rest of the galaxy, they merely had to take advantage of the mistrust it held towards the Force to convince them to prepare to impose their views on all others. With Cylo's incredible genetic and cybernetic advancements and vast network of scientific minds, and Daala's legions of soldiers and ships, the Olpakans could doom the galaxy to either a galaxy void of the Force and ruled by totalitarian fear or allow the True Sith Empire to sweep in and destroy everyone in the pandemonium.
Lando, ever calculating how to work a situation to his advantage, saw the knowing stares from his fellow diplomats, and deduced, "What's been holding the Olpakans back so far? If they've had over two millennia to prepare to invade us, then someone must be keeping their attention diverted elsewhere."
"A resistance movement and burgeoning civil war, that both our governments have been covertly aiding." The Aquilian answered. "We have a lot of local allies in our efforts to knit our corner of the galaxy back together."
"Do you think they'll be willing to take aid from both the Alliance of Light and the One Sith?" Lando suddenly asked. "If Daala and Cylo are preparing to overhaul the Olpakan Hegemony's war doctrine and accelerate their plans, then we need to hit them hard and fast before our greater enemies can strike first."
Hesitating, Vuffi turned his holographic eye to both Chiss and Aquilian, and offered his longtime friend, "I'll see what I can do to put you in touch with a commander of the Olpakan Resolute. But I should warn you, Lando, that they are wary of most outsiders, and even less fond of the Jedi and their fallen brethren."
"If you think convincing my elders to help your friends is a challenge, then you have no idea what opposition you'll face from our compatriots." Vuffi Raa anxiously warned.