Chapter 7

Tears of Jabiim

VANGUARD FLEET

Shatterpoint

The Militia was still reeling from the end of their first defeat, and the idea of Turok Skell's to speak to the Rebellion, was going over as well as to be expected "I would rather be sucked into a blackhole than go to the Rebellion." Lord Asimov shouted across the table at Turok skell who held his hands up "Okay, okay what I meant was."

"The stand against everything we hope to achieve, the idea of allying with them is ludicrous." Admiral Zygote snapped at them.

Admiral Trench sat there silently as more officers argued and pointed fingers at Turok, "You've spent too much time with those Republic Loyalists." Terro said next to Asimov.

"The Militia is self-sufficient; we have no need for rebel dogs." another officer shouted.

Turok sighed as he wouldn't be able to get a word in, "ENOUGH!" General Freeman roared standing up and everyone fell silent. He looked around at the once shouting men and women under Asimov's command, all of them taking the same stance as their fleet Lord. General Freeman stood up "Ten thousand of our brothers are dead, I will not have us fighting amongst ourselves over pride."

"Pride, General?" Asimov asked still standing, "The Rebellion are Republic loyalists, they stand against everything we hope to achieve, an independent outer rim free of the Core Worlds politics, of Syndicates, and corporations if we go to them begging for intel they will lord it over us?" Lord Asimov said staunchly.

General Freeman focused on Turok, "It would give them an advantage, but we also have what they want, weapons, ships, supplies."

"And let them turn our rewards against us-" "Lord Asimov." General Freeman said loudly cutting him off, "Sit-down."

Ahkilleon watched Asimov fighting on the inside but slowly he did as he was commanded, showing just how much respect the General of the Militia carried, "Agent Skell, continue."

"The Militia and the Rebellion want the same thing, the end of the Empire, but I've been thinking and before Caliban left for the Chiss Ascendancy, we agreed the rebels could be just the allies we need in this war." Turok explained, and Asimov scoffed at the idea but kept his tongue behind his helmet.

"And you know where to find these Rebels?" General Freeman asked, the question lingering in the air and Turok looked at the crowd off officers assembled at the table, Ahkilleon felt the hairs on his neck stand up knowing that Turok was thinking about him, as if he wanted to step up and say something but Ahkilleon remained silent. "... Not yet, as many of you know my cover was blown and the rebel squadron I was with were constantly on the move, there's a chance they established a base to launch raids and missions from but, who can say, our best bet though, if we want intel is to go to the rebels, convince them we are on the same side."

"Thats the issue isn't it click-click-click?" Trench asked breaking his silence.

Fives looked across the table at the cyborg harch "Something to ad Admiral?"

"Defeat the Empire a must click-click-click, but when the enemy of my enemy is gone click-click-click, who is my next enemy?" Trench asked, putting a sense of foreboding future in teh air.

"I will consider your proposition Agent Skell, now, I believe you also had a message for the situation developing on Jabiim?" General Freeman asks to end the discussion to start a new one.

Agent Skell sighed hoping to continue the intelligence plan, but he continued "Jabiim has erupted into civil war, again." the trandoshan said slumping his shoulders at the end "During the clone wars the planet split, Separatists and Republic Loyalists, after the Clone Wars ended the Separatists allied with the Empire and the Loyalists kept fighting, for a independent Jabiim that is."

"Jabiim a mud hole, literally." Ventus said next to Terro.

There were a few snickers "Yes Jabiims climate is hit with constant rain, making the terrain unstable and prone to mudslides and more, but under the surface the planet is rich with ore that we could use to build more ships, more droids, more everything, the Empire needs it for the same."

"Interesting, this civil war, is there a clear victor, Agent?" General Freeman asked.

Turok shook his head "The Jabiim rebels are small but with the Empire's forces pulled off planet to fight us, the ruling government has relied primarily on their own security forces, which leaves us a choice who to back if we go in at all?"

Fives sat back in his chair stroking his beard, "Lord Asimov, what do you think?"

"The reigning government chose the Separatist Alliance for the droid army, at the time it was the clear move, but they switched to the Empire just as the war ended, we should back the rebels, make contact and offer them a place in the Militia assuming they have no prior allegiances?"

Another long pause.

Turok shook his head "From what I gathered from my time in the rebellion, the rebel cells never went near Jabii."

"Do it, Lord Asimov. I want you heading the mission with a strike team at the ready, Agent Skell you as well find these freedom fighters, see if they are open to an alliance, and see if you two can get along." General Freeman stood up followed by everyone else "I leave for Arcadia, Militia Invictus."

"Militia Invictus." All of them said before the General and his Azure guard left.

Turok and Asimov locked eyes, "Alright metal donkey." Turok huffed in his pipe "Let's get to work."

HYPERSPACE

Enroute to Jabiim, The Last Laugh

The Last Laugh was a modified YG-4120 was flying through hyperspace with it's crew, Captain Naqia Miraj Scintel, a Militia Captain and pilot of the vessel, her weapons expert Gaser Stratos, the Super Tactical Droid Butch and Cadet Jay freeman who was working as her copilot, it's latest passengers were Lord Asimov, Ahkilleon, Turok and Sigma. "Jabiim is a small muddy world, the capital of it is Choal, it's got a garrison their home to the imperial garrison there." Turok said a small hologram of Jabiim floating in front of them.

"And the rebels, where are they?" Sigma asked, standing in the doorway.

Ahkilleon was sitting behind Lord Asimov as Turok put some more dried leaves in his pipe, "That's the thing, they use guerilla tactics, but we think they have a headquarters somewhere near the capital there are hundreds of mesas surrounding the capital, these rebels have been hitting the mining facilities and the shipment all over the planet, most of them around the capital." Turok told them pointing to the planets capital and the surrounding land.

Lord Asimov tapped his gauntlet bracer with his fingers, "Stratos, you're a Jabiimite where would they hide?"

"The Loyalist army was led by the Gillmunn family, their mines were located on the western side of the capital, they had hundreds of them, so we should start there." Gaser said leaning on the wall fidgeting uncomfortably.

"Which side did your family fight for?" Ahkilleon asked.

There was a long silence, "The right side." Stratos said before he stormed out of the cockpit.

"Don't take personal, shiny, wars been hard on Gaser, going home doesn't make it any easier." Jay said from the copilot seat.

Ahkilleon looked back at Asimov and it was clear he didn't know Gaser's story "Gaser's the last son of Alto Stratos, the leader of the Jabiim Nationalists who sided with the Separatists in the Clone Wars, he would have been about your age when he was forced to flee his homeworld after the death of his father, and majority if the Nationalist army." Lord Asimov explained to him, "You are not the only one who had to leave home, my apprentice."

The Last Laugh dropped out of hyperspace and down toward Jabiim,

The last laugh landed in the mud and rain the landing gear gushing up the wet soft earth before it found solid ground. "Yeah we probably don't want to spend too much time in this gunk." Captain Naqia said as rain pelted the cockpit window.

"Lt. Stratos, this is your home what do you advise?" Lord Asimov asked him.

Gaser had returned to the cockpit after cooling off, "The Loyalists they fought alongside the clones before the republic fell back, abandoning the planet."

"Why'd they fall back?" Sigma asked.

"The fighting lasted forty two rotations, it bled the republic dry. My fathers forces fought the Jedi and clones everywhere they could up until the last man." Gaser explained as they all got ready, arming up and checking their supplies Jay walked in holding a bundle of rolled up leathers and started handing them out. "When the evacuation ships came to get the republic forces out only the clones and one jedi left, the loyalists were abandoned."

Asimov looked at Turok, wondering what intel he had sighing out smoke as the others unrolled the cloth bundles to reveal they were thick brown leather poncho cloaks with hoods. They were long enough to cover their entire upper bodies down to their knees. Ahkilleon already had his cloak and lord Asimov refused one while listening to Turok. "Official report was the Jabiim rebels ambushed the Republic with a fierce round of lighting warfare from a unit of commandos called the Nimbus, they killed the commanding Jedi generals and a group of Padawan were left to take command the rebels chipped away the republic forces till the evacuation."

"So why are we going if this place likes Jedi so much?" Ahkilleon asked Asimov.

Lord Asimov stood up "Logistically we want the rich ore beneath the mud, politically to see the empire driven out of the outer rim we should support independence movements that align with our own, reasonably any people who can hold off Jedi and clone troopers at the height of their power and continue to resist the empire for over fifteen years is an ally we want." Lord Asimov headed to the exit without a cloak everyone else following. "We move together as one, Lt. You take point, Agent Skell will remain with the ship."

"No complaints here." Skell said.

Ahkilleon looked over his shoulder and asked "Why?"

"Bad blood between the Jabiimi and Trandoshans." Turok told them.

They walked out into the storm rain pelting their ponchos and Ahkilleon's hood, Turok remained in the ship watching them go, Ahkilleon thought to himself how this would go if he was still with the Spectre's Hera would say something encouraging, Kanan would make a clever line or maybe Ezra, Chopper would be well Chopper, Zeb and Ezra would be arguing over something and Sabine would be her stoic quiet self. The rain sprayed on their faces as they moved into the high messa's their boots sinking into the mud, Gaser was in the front with his rotary cannon behind him was Lord Asimov and Commander Sigma, Captain Naqia, with Jay and Ahkilleon followed by Butch holding an E7 blaster rifle with a pack of extra gear. "Butch anything on your sensors?"

"Nothing Captain, the storm is really giving me a headache." the super tactical droid said to them "Anyone have a cup of hot oil?" the droid asked.

"Is he joking?" Ahkilleon asked.

Jay just snorted as they walked on, the ground began to steep in from both sides slowly rising and following, entire parts of the trail they had found were submerged, "Does it ever stop raining here?" Ahkilleon asked.

"For a few hours a month it will, the storms are- wait." Gaser held up his hand, and looked back at the officers, "Defensive positions." Lord Asimov said. The team ran to the nearest cover they could find behind muddy boulders and formed a circle, Ahkilleon held his lightsabers in each hand but Lord Asimov didn't turn his on and neither did he, the rain continued to pour and thunder rumbled overhead followed by lighting cracked overheard. Ahkilleon could sense it, something no someone was coming a lot of someones.

Moving out from behind the edges of the muddy hills were a series of shapes, they were men with long brown hair and beards, both braided in intricate ways, a few women with long braids all of them wearing dark green rain coats with brown pants, all of them had white helmets on with goggles or masks on the ones hiding their faces, they had blasters old Republic models of DC-15's and DC-17S's, they were twenty of them and they had them surrounded. The Hyena Squad held their weapons up and the rebels moved closer. "If you outlanders know what's good for you, you'll drop your weapons and throw up your hands."

A man with graying black hair stepped forward, he had a blaster rifle over his shoulder covered by the other nineteen, "We are the Militia, and we do not surrender." Lord Asimov said, walking forward. "We come here allies" he said, clipping his saber to his belt and holding his hands out.

"Lightsaber- Jedi!" the leader of the rebels shouted, grabbing his blaster and aiming it, the other rebels got ready to fire but Lord Asimov was on the man before he could give the command he grabbed the blaster out of his hands throwing it away and smashing the rebel leader into the mud with one hand and the other had his lightsaber emitter aimed right under the mans "STAND DOWN, We didn't come here to fight you, but our common enemy" Lord Asimov shouted at the rebels.

The man in the mud muttered up at him "Jedi filth- your kind abandoned us you-" "Are not those men." Lord Asimov let go of the man and held out his hand "Bastar-" "Gregor enough!" a voice hard as thunder shouted over the rain.

Looking up on the hill another man appeared, he slid down the mud along with the other rebels, he had no helmet on and his brown hair was shorter than the others, still long but no braids, he had a thin goatee trimmed around his lips with strips of gray on his sideburns, his eyes a deep brown with tan skin like Kanans, and in all other senses of the words he was a handsome, tall and strong looking an ideal rebel leader. "If he really is a jedi he could have killed you without even touching you.'

"I am a Jedi, but not of the old guard, I represent the New Jedi Order who fight against the Empire and would call any who would hope to break free from the tyranny of the core as a friend." Lord Asimov said.

The man looked Asimov up and down and then over the other militants, to Ahkilleon and then back to Asimov "Let's talk then, send your droid back to your ship and well talk" the man said, pointing at Butch, "Alert Turok we made contact." Naqia said.

"My name is Nolan Gillmunn, I lead these rebels."

Later, the Militia followed Gillmunn and his second in command Gregor up the messa and into a cave narrow crack in the rocks mud sliding down between it and then past water that sprayed down on them till they touched down on drying earth, the rebels led them to a guarded door when they saw the jabiimi walking with the outlanders the rest of the rebels guarding the door looked early, "It's fine they're with me." Nolan said.

The doors opened and they walked into a large hollowed out cavern, the walls were a mix of stone and supportive metal walls that held up the stone ceiling. There was monitoring machinery in one corner, stacks of stolen imperial supplies and people, lots of people, men women and children all. "This is a real operation you got here." Ahkilleon said.

"Thank you, Jabiim looks after our own." Nolan said, the Militia removed their helmets and the looks got more nervous seeing Sigma a clone, and Naqia a Zygerian here cat like ears and slit pupils made her the obvious standout among them, when Ahkilleon pulled back his hood a few looked at his white tattoos on his bronze skin, and his white and blue hair made him stick out among all the humans.

As they walked up a flight of stairs to an upper section of the caves, this was clearly a command center with a holotable, attached to monitors with jabiimi rebels working at them. They all stood up when Nolan entered the room and looked with daggers in their eyes at the outsiders. "It's alright, they're friendly."

"Friendly's Nolan, talking to them is one thing, but bringing them into the Base?" Gregor snapped.

Nolan turned to him with ice cold eyes "Dammit, Gregor we can't win against the Empire on our own, and we'ver all seen the holofeeds, this is the Militia, they've managed to drive the Empire out of almost half of the outer rim and are holding their own on a dozen fronts." Nolan said before he turned to Asimov "That is why you're here, isn't it, or do you want the Ore like everyone else?"

"I will not lie to you, the Militia is growing and our droid army is in need of Ore to build more of them, along with weapons and ships, but more importantly we need men and women with the courage to use them." Lord Asimov said looking over the ledge of the upper level "You're accomplishments here are no small feat, but imagine what you could do with ten times your numbers of our droids."

Gregor scoffed at his hips, "What do you take us for, Nationalists like Stratos and his Nimbus." Gregor said, spitting on the ground, "We won't sell you our world for weapons or nothing, like they did to Dooku." Ahkilleon felt a surge of anger in Gaser but the juggernaut of a soldier didn't move. His head was hidden behind his helmet.

Lord Asimov looked to Gregor then at Nolan, "I could talk your ear off, but I'm no politician, action speaks louder than words so say what you want and it will be done." Lord Asimov said.

Nolan folded his arms, and was thinking he looked at Gregor and smirked, then Gregor smiled before nodding "Thorne Kraym, he's the Imperial Governor and use to be the leader of the Jabiim Nationalists during the Clone Wars, fifteen years ago he orchestrated a trap for us at a place we call High Rock, he knows how we fight and has been leading the Imperial forces against us ever since."

"You want this man dead?"

"What I want… is to see Jabiim set free, if Kraym is removed from power the people will rally to our side." Nolan said.

"An assassination, that could take weeks to plan?" Naqia said hand on her sword.

Nolan shook his head "Not necessarily, Gregor and I have spies in the city that track Nolans movements, he's inspecting the Imperial shipyards that send out Ore in Choal, the capital city, the storms force the Imperials to use ground transports in the city that's where you'll need to hit him."

"In the heart of Imperial power on this planet, no doubt he'll be guarded?" Sigma said arms crossed over his chest.

"Give us the data and consider it done, we'll come back when it's done." Lord Asimov said holding his hand out, Gregor swiped a datapad out of one of the rebels hands and walked up to him looking up at the armored jedi "I'll quote you at your funeral when you die Jedi."

Lord Asimov leaned in "And I'll expect an apology." he said taking the data pad and heading to the exit. The rest of the militia followed him, and as they headed to the exit under armed guard Ahkilleon walked up to his master, "Do you really plan on going to try and kill the Imperial Governor, Master?" Ahkilleon asked.

"Do or do not." Lord Asimov said "There is no try."

LATER,

Last Laugh

"Assassination, really, you agreed to that?" Turok asked as he swiveled around in the chair he was sitting on in the Last Laughs common room, everyone was back drying off from the rain. Turok lit his pipe and Lord Asimov stood looking out a window at the rain hands behind his back. Ahkilleon stood beside him and the Hyenas were on the other side. "I am in no mood for a prolonged guerrilla war, we take out Governor Kraym and win over these insurgents, use the chaos to our advantage."

Commander Sigma was cleaning out his revolvers, as he looked at the datapad at a table, "Intel's sketchy at best, the Governor travels with a personal guard of at least twenty stormtroopers in an armored transport from the Imperial Center, says he'll be at the shipyard at midday."

"Lt. Stratos, what are our toys?" Lord Asimov asked.

"A full salvo of rocket launchers and rockets, mines, grenades, if it goes boom we can use it against Kraym." he said as he leaned on the wall.

Ahkilleon looked over at him "Nolan says he was part of the Nationalist forces, did you know him?"

"Barely, he was a politician before he joined the Nationalists, part of the Jabiim Congress before my father stopped them from selling out Jabiim to the Republic, Kraym new which way the rain was going and joined the Nationalists out to save his own skin, when my father died he took over the fight and joined the Empire." Gaser growled, squeezing his fists tight under his arms, "After everything the Nationalists fought for, after everything my father fought for he sold out Jabiim without a second thought he… he has to die." Gaser stood off the wall and looked at Asimov.

He stood up straight, "Let the honor of the kill be mine my lord."

"I must avenge my family's legacy." There was a long pause and Lord Asimov turned around finally to say "Very well, we will hit the convoy enroute to the shipyards, we go in fast and hard, take out the armored convoys the moment we see Governor Kraym, he dies."

Gaser breathed out his nose and nodded "Militia Invictus."

"Go, all you prepare." Lord Asimov said as everyone got up to go get ready, leaving the room for Turok, Ahkilleon and Lord Asimov. When they were alone Ahkilleon could feel the tension in the air, he wanted to say something but he kept his mouth shut. "Speak padawan."

Or not. One thing that was different from the Rebellion and the Militia was how active Lord Asimov was in taking an interest in Ahkilleons thoughts. "It's just… I was always taught assassination wasn't the Jedi way, in fact it's the opposite, we only draw our lightsabers if we intend to use them."

"And is it not hypocritical to carry such weapons, lightsabers are tools of war, meant to end battle swiftly as one starts. The shock of seeing a lightsaber at the start of a fight gives everyone pause to think 'is this worth it'?" Lord Asimov said to him.

Ahkilleon heard everyone shuffling around the base, "It's just, I thought we'd fight with some kind of honor?" Ahkilleon asked.

"Honor?" Lord Asimov asked.

He turned to him, "Stand in the shadows of over ten thousand of your brothers and sisters, your people, your family and ask the dead if honor matters?" Lord Asimov asked approaching his apprentice "We can fight this war honorably, and spend years of attrition upon a thousand world or we do what is needed."

CHOAL

Capital of Jabiim

Choal, was the capital city of Jabiim it stood at the top of a large plateau with many domed and drum shaped buildings that funneled the rain off it and down into the streets that were built to drain the city of any water off the plateau. So many falls poured down into the muddy waters below forming a series of lakes and rivers that fed out. The rain itself had been pouring non stop and gave plenty of cover for Hyena Squad and the Jedi to sneak into the city. Nearly everyone Jabiimi or Imperial were wearing some sort of poncho, raincoat or carried an umbrella to cover themselves from the rain. The only building that stood out was the Imperial Center, a large sphere shaped building that took up a massive chunk of the city. It's large walls opened and a convoy drove out, heading down the streets with people getting out of the way. "They're on the move." Jay said from his lookout point in an alleyway.

Down the street on the way into shipyards district, the convoy moved three K79-S80 Imperial Troop Transports with a TX-225 GAVw "Occupier" combat assault tank at the front, it's heavy treads continued to pave a way toward the shipyards unaware of the danger. It turned on a open street and Ahkilleon stood on top of a building with Sigma and Butch, across from them on another building hiding behind an arch were Naqia and Gaser. "We have them Lord Asimov, you are cleared to engage."

"Aren't we using rocket launchers?" Ahkilleon asked Sigma.

"They're not for the transports." Sigma said smiling under is helmet.

Up at the front with the Occupier tank, it stopped and the commander got out of the main hatch to see standing in the rain, lightning cracking behind him was Lord Asimov, "We have con-" suddenly the tank commander felt his whole tank lift in the air and Asimov had his hand out stretched, the tank lifted up in the air and caved in on itself the sounds of the crew inside screams deafened by the metal starting to crush them. Asimov flung the tank back into the first imperial transport. The one behind it sped around and opened up stormtroopers rushing out. Ahkilleon watched as simov lifted up the second transport and flung it into a building "MILITIA INVICTUS!" Lord Asimov shouted while drawing his lightsaber "Now!" Naqia shouted. She and Sigma held out their rocket launchers and opened fire on the stormtroopers who were blown to bits before they could react. "Lt. go." Naqia ordered.

Ahkilleon watched Gaser who had made his way down to the street kick down a door and open fire on the remaining stormtroopers who had survived the blast. The last transport backed up out of the combat getting riddled with Gaser's cannon "That's him, that's the one that has Kraym in it." Ahkilleon pointed to it. Asimov had engaged the stormtroopers and was cutting a bloody path to it, "Do not let it get away."

The transport got blasted by Sigma but the rocket only dented it, "Hit it again." Sigma commanded.

Naqia hit it on the side and the whole thing flipped over up against an alleyway next to the building Ahkilleon was on. He ran to the edge and saw the top hatch blast open, two stormtroopers crawled out followed by a man in a bright imperial crimson coat with white hair, a imperial governors badge on his coat with a sword in his scabbard, He was helping someone else out when Ahkilleon looked back to Sigma "The Governors making a rin for it-" suddenly blaster fire made him and Sigma take cover. Up above TIE fighters had opened fire on them. Both Sigma and Ahkilleon were behind cover when Naqia took out one with her rocket launcher.

"I'm running low on rockets." Naqia shouted.

"Kid, go, don't let him get away!" Sigma shouted.

Ahkilleon looked back at his Master who was to busy cutting down the imperial platoon that was holding him back, Ahkilleon leapt from the roof top and cushioned himself with the force, "There's another one, blast'em!" Ahkilleon heard the Governor's bodyguards shout and saw five stormtroopers facing him down and they opened fire "Protect the Governor."

Ahkilleon deflected their shots with his red and blue lightsabers, his training took over and he moved toward them the rain from the gutters and the rain made it hard to see but he kept moving forward. He deflected the first shots into the Captain, then he cut his head off followed by another one. He ran the third through with both his sabers and hid behind his body before he ran into the forth with both blades slicing them both in half. The last one tried to outflank him but Ahkilleon cut his leg off followed by the stormtrooper's head. Looking up under his hood he saw the bright red coat of the Governor running down another alleyway and he gave chase "I've got eyes on the Governor, I'm in pursuit." Ahkilleon said in his comlink before he chased after him.

He followed the red coat down the alleys between buildings, mud splashing on his robe and boots, Ahkilleo knew he couldn't let this man get away. If the rebels were here they wouldn't either, Zeb could sniff him out and Sabine being a crack shot could shoot him in the arm or leg to slow him down. They wouldn't approve of the assassination, but they would approve that this Imperial Governor was a traitor, a war criminal, Gaser was the one to kill him he had to just capture him it wouldn't be him. He saw Governor Kraym run left and then he followed to see the man was trapped at a dead end, he spun around sword drawn and clutching at his leg, was a child.

Ahkilleon froze, seeing the boy was small, barely older then he was when he met Ezra wearing an imperial cadet uniform one fitted for his size, heh ad fair skin, blue eyes and blonde hair. Looking up Kraym had the same face, nose and brow but white of hair, the lines of years stretched on his face sword raised at him "Papa, what is it?" the boy said terror.

"A jedi, a monster, stay behind me son." Governor Kraym snapped.

Ahkilleon looked at the boy a face frozen in fear, to him he was a shadow in a robe holding two lasers swords of red and blue, no doubt he did look like a monster, "Wait I-" Governor Kraym rushed Ahkilleon and his sword swung at him Ahkilleon blocked the blade and said "Stop-" Ahkilleon parried and deflected before he swung both sabers at the sword so hard the metal vibrosword shattered. Despite the Governors age, Ahkilleon felt the mans fury and Kraym rushed him "I won't let you hurt my son-UCK" Ahkilleon's arms moved on their own as he was taught, and his red lightsaber had stabbed Governor Chay, right through the chest. "PAPA!" the boy screamed as Governor Kraym fell back into the muddy streets, eyes rolling back into his skull. The boy screamed running to his dead fathers body pulling at the coat "Papa wake up- papa!"

Stepping back Ahkilleon's ears were forced to hear the wails of the boy "I…"

"You killed him!"

The boy screamed eyes filled with tears, "I'll kill you back- I'll kill you back!" rage, anger, fear, pain, loss, they were to much.

A blaster, the boy had the dead fathers blaster in his hand aiming right at him "Don't!" Ahkilleon yelled at him raising his lightsaber to block it, the boy squeezed the trigger, and the rage on the orphans face went blank. Then the blue eyes, the same blue eyes his father had rolled behind his head and just like his father he to had a burning hole in his chest. Ahkilleon had deflected the laser back at the boy just like he was taught to "NOOOOOOOOO!" Ahkilleon dropped his lightsabers and slid in the rain to catch him "No, no, no, no, it's okay, Stars, no- okay I-I-I- can heal you-" Ahkilleon pressed his hand into the boys chest and focused, "Come on, come on, come on heal dammit heal, please- I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

"Shiny!" Ahkilleon looked up to see Gaser coming around the corner, he saw Kraym dead on the mud and sighed "Well… as long as he's dead-" Then he saw Ahkilleon holding the boys body.

"Oh hell." then Sigma came around the corner "We got the whole garrison coming down on us we got to go now." Sigma said when he too saw the corpses.

Commander Sigma stepped forward and grabbed Ahkilleon by his robe "Come on we got go kid."

"No, no I can heal him, I can-"

SLAP

"He's dead, he's dead you did what you had to, now come on soldier move it." Sigma said pulling Ahkilleon to his feet and they ran out of the alleyway, "Gaser, proof."

"Gladly." Gaser walked up to Krayms corpse and took out his hatchet, he knelt down and with one swing of the hatchet took the prize.