Show Us Your Ecumenopolis - Republic Dominion of Denon

[Kian Karr]

Kian could hear the voices through the thin wall of the storage unit he had ducked into to avoid detection. He was relying on his abilities to remain hidden without calling on the force...he simply couldn't trust it to behave how he thought it would.

Kian took a steadying breath and leaned closer to the door. He could make out two distinct voices. One clearly male and the other female. They sounded as if they were arguing though through the wall Kian couldn't tell what the argument was about. His grip tightened in his lightsaber hilt and he checked his chrono. He was running out of time if he was to pull this operation off on schedule.

Then he heard the voices get quieter as the two seemed to be moving once more. Kian waited until he could no longer hear either person, and then he waited a moment longer just to be safe. Then, slowly and quietly he slid the door open and glanced out into the hallway. He was alone one more.

Racing off down the hallway, Kian one more made his way toward the turbo lifts. Once there he snuck into one of the lifts and and opened the panel on the ceiling. Then he entered the floor he needed and leapt up through the opening, sealing the hatch behind him one more.

 

[Aqulia Audax]

Aqulia walked up to her XJ-9 X-Wing fighter. She still couldn’t get over how pretty it was – and the iconic nature of the design wasn’t lost on her either. So she slowly climbed the rungs to get to the cockpit – she’d no doubt be last out (again). She was one of those pilots that never counted kills. Sure there was a log somewhere and she knew others kept score. For Aqulia it was only ever about making it back in one piece and ensuring there were no more enemy fighters left when she did.

As she fired up the engines and taxied forward she was given the green light to go and kicked in the power. Darting out of the carrier and into the blackness, she saw that the droid had already set course set for a One Sith destroyer. ”Angel Three in. Good flying.” she called out and waited for the rest of the squadron to respond.

Aqulia followed the rest of the squadron as they made unhindered progress in the space between the two ships as she focused on the arrival of any enemy fighters – and those nasty cannons on the carrier that would vaporise them, given half a chance.

Changing the ship’s trim to attack mode – she still got goosebumps when the wings opened into that iconic position, she started to loop around the capital ship, exercising her trigger finger as she did.

Finally she doubled up single-file, and deactivated her sensors and diverted all shields to the fore of her ship. It seemed now was the time for the attack run.

 

[Long Gone]

Neglectful to answer the holocalls, Alarice had become - but for good reason one might say.

The intelligence reports she had been reviewing were staggering and she had to sift through them in order to properly forward them up the chain of command. She would no doubt be sending everything she could on all events around the Galaxy to both Stahlmann and Tyven as it came in.

The 7th fleet would hold steady - as nothing appeared to be going on - this far out in the perimeter and she was currently unable to engage directly with the enemy in close combat as it would simply be overkill.

Intelligence reports and gathering it would be then - wouldn't be the first time she had desk duties and most likely wouldn't be the last. She spent the last few years training wet behind the ears Cadets for field duty and now half of them were missing.

The sad fact was - the writer got lost and caught up with several things and completely neglected duties.

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"] | [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Alarice Mollari"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]

The battle continued. Whilst the 7th Fleet held the attention of the Sith to the front, the 2nd Fleet as curling around their flank. The constant bombardment was finally having an effect. One of the Vong cruisers, venturing closer, was hit hard by several volleys and forced to turn aside with heavy damage.
It was the Sith destroyer though which was receiving the most punishment. Converging arcs of fire splattered off the shields and penetrated in many cases. Flames fountained up from rents in the decks.

The Sith, facing such fire, did the only thing they could; they sent in their fighters. Swarms of coralskippers erupted from their carrier and headed towards the Republic fleet.

Standing on the defensive, the Republic fighters issued forth to challenge them, supported by frigates and massed flak from the bigger ships.

It would be a monumental battle.

 

[Orick T'ane]

It had been a long time since he had be yelled at like that from someone he actually respected. Her words were filled with the same fire he saw blazing in her eyes, and in that moment he felt sad. whatever had caused that fire to burn had sparked an inferno that wasn't anywhere near burning out. " whatever you want, Admiral. When we get some down time, please allow me to buy you a drink so i can explain to you the difference between a figurehead and a martyr. Engines prepped, lifting off now."

Without any of his usual fanfare of witty banter Orick pushed the ship into space, blasting away from the Caledonia as fast as the Ranger could go. He was all business, her urgency and tone of voice pushing away his playful manner. the ship weaved between the ships as he aimed for the weakened right flank. He pushed the power output to maximum, and gently patted the console, come on baby...I just need you one more time, he thought to on one in particular. The fighting was intense between the fleets and more than once he had to activate his electronic counter measures to dodge a stray missile lock. Entering the atmosphere was easier than he had hoped, the Ranger wasn't a graceful swan on her best day, and most days she was a flying rock but today she wanted to dance. He has just enough time to point her in the right direction when the ship shuddered violently, " We just got a drukload of problems, Admiral, we got a fighter on our tail. I have to get us on the surface now... what ever you're going to do you had better do it!" His voice was strained as he wrestled with the controls, trying to keep the ship from just falling out of the sky. Occasionally a laser blast could be seen passing by the cockpit window, but several more times the ship shuddered and one time it bucked voilently before he got it back under control. " This is going to be a rough landing."

The ground was getting closer at a much faster rate than was safe, but he didn't feel like getting vaporized in the sky, he was willing to gamble with the ground first.


[member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Alarice Mollari"]

 

[Kian Karr]

Luck panned out for Kian, as no one else got on the turbolift and his ride to the floor he needed was made quickly. Once the turbolift came to a stop, Kian jumped up and grabbed the edge of the vent opening above the lift. Pulling himself up, Kian grunted at the effort and reminisced about the days when he could call the force to his side to help him without the fear of it backfiring.

Pulling himself inside, Kian began to pulling himself forward. Without the renewing energy of the force, it was tiring. It was perhaps a good thing that the Jedi kept their padawans, knights, and masters constantly training. If Kian didn't have the physical fortitude for this sort of work, he would have given up in the sewer. As it was, pulling himself quietly through the vents, Kian soon found himself at his destination. As Kian crawled closer to the vent he could hear voices from below.

"What do you mean the shipment is running late!" A voice yelled out. Though it was somewhat muffled, Kian could hear a Coruscanti accent to it and this brought a smile to Kian's face. Viktor Harlow was from Coruscant.

"I'm sorry sir, but the traffic out there is crazy. There are thousands of people on the street." A static voice said, and Kian realized it was a comm system he was hearing.

"Why?" Asked Viktor with some concern evident in his voice.

"Apparently security let everyone through earlier. Even the guys who work for us." The voice responded, sounding a bit amazed by the notion.

"Well see to it that it gets here, ASAP!" Viktor said and punched the control before the other person had a chance to respond. Kian rose up into a crouched position in the tight vent and then jumped onto the vent, pushing down hard with his legs. To his relief the vent gave out and fell, Kian falling with it. Landing on the ground, Kian rolled forward and came up igniting his yellow lightsaber. Viktor stood dumbfounded for a moment and before he reacted, Kian dove toward the door, driving his lightsaber into the control panel, cutting him off from rescue.

"Viktor Harlow." Kian said walking calming toward the man. "My name is Kian Karr, and under the authority of the Galactic Republic, I'm placing you under arrest." Kian said eyeing the man cautiously. "Please come peacefully."

"Well," Viktor said and a crooked smile wiped the look of surprise off his face, "since you asked so nicely." He continued and pressed a button on his desk. Immediately two slots opened in the walls and two large battle droids came out, guns rounding on Kian. Viktor dropped down behind his desk just as the canons on both droids arms began firing.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Kayleigh raised her hand and scoffed at his comment. "Captain, when I have some down time you can buy me a drink while you recant to me all the stories of your heroic smuggling."

It had been some time since Kayleigh was in a smaller vessel like this. For the first time in quite a while she felt the agonizing terror of being shot down, the laser fire just barely missing the hull of the ship as [member="Orick T'ane"] navigated down through the atmosphere towards the surface of the planet. She watched the captain fighting to keep the ship steady and out of harms way but she knew it wouldn't be long before the enemy fighter scored a hit. "Just keep us from colldiing with anything! And hold her in the air for two minutes while I go and get what I need from the cargo hold. We lose that cargo, and we're in some serious trouble."

Without waiting for a response the girl unstrapped from the co-pilot's chair and rushed towards the back, her body shifting from side to side as the ship rocked, whether it was from Orick dodging shots or explosions near the ship she couldn't tell. As she reached the cargo hold she quickly secured herself to the ship's hull via a cargo strap before wrenching the crate's top off to reveal her suit of armor. Laying underneath were her rifle and sidearm. Leaving the weapons in the crate for now she pulled out the body suit first, slipping it over her small frame as she stepped into the boots, one leg at a time. The ship continued to rock and she felt the sudden and rapid descent of the ship. She wouldn't have too much time before they either crashed, landed, or exploded. She was fairly certain each of those were of equal probability to the others. After securing the arm guards and gauntlets she slid the helm atop her head and activate the HUD.

While waiting for the suit to power up she slung the rifle over her shoulder and slid the sidearm into the hip holster on the right side of her waist. Diags began running with the HUD now active, and the system ran a series of tests that came back green. The O2 system kicked in and the seals around the joints retracted, ensuring that the suit was now water tight. The communicator powered up and linked her suit to her fleet above orbit, as well as Republic command, both Stahlmann and Mollari's fleets, and the Aimless Ranger. All that was left now was to wait and see how the captain fared.

While the pair were engaged in their own messy situation, above the planet in orbit [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] would come to find a dispatch of reinforcements to bolster the Sith fleet. An Immortal class exited hyperspace along with three frigates in tow, and began moving to take the lead of the fleet. It would seem that Denon was of some importance to them, and they would not be allowing the Republic to so easily claim the planet as their own. Kayleigh would receive word over the communications channel of the Caledonia through Captain Rovins, which only further confirmed the necessity to get the planetary defenses back online to aide the fleets in space.

[member="Alarice Mollari"] | [member="Aqulia Audax"]

 

[Sabena Shai]

Without wasting time, Sabena and the two other hooded figures leaped from one rooftop to the next. They landed on top of the building that supposedly housed the Sith Lord that they were tracking. On top of the roof was a single door.

The largest of the trio, who had fur on her hands, rushed up to the door to smash it in. The other hooded figure rushed in with a lightsaber hilt in hand. Sabena followed after the large person - certainly a Wookiee.

At first, they were not met by any resistance. Yet, the hallway seemed eerily quiet. Sabena kept her guard up as she held her lightsaber hilt - ready to activate it at an instant.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]


The battle was a beauty to behold. Magnificient as both fleets clashed across the dark, fathomless void of space. Before massed the fiery onslaught of lasers and missiles, ships melted like snow before a supernova. Unsurprisingly, Callisto Scarlett was aboard the flagship of Admiral Stahlmann, which had given her a good view when a Sith Star Destroyer received a good pounding and was ripped apart.


As swarms of coralskippers descended upon the Republic fleet, birds of prey eager for a kill, they were met with massed flak fire from the capital ships, along with the Republic's own fighter craft and anti-fighter frigates. Callisto had taken up position in the gun batteries of the titanic battleship. In the absence of enemy boarding parties seeking to enter and gain control over the vessel, this was where she served best in the engagement as there was no immediate threat to the Admiral's life beyond the ship being destroyed. As a sophisticated droid, she was precise, dispassionate, efficient and outfitted with immense processing power that allowed her to process many thousands of scenarios and issue instruction to each gunnery battery, thus providing them with their best targets. Undoubtedly it was not Jedi Battle Meditation and no one would be particularly motivated about being orders from a death machine, but on the positive side it was pure precision and not dependent on space magic. Data was analysed and processed, best targets picked, orders transmitted to the flak batteries. The Vong coralskippers would be wiped out and the stars cleansed.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

The Admiral had learned well the lessons of the past. Where in previous battles his fighters had been outnumbered, this time he had brought no less than eight carrier frigates, which when combined with his other ships allowed him a heavy advantage in attack craft. Supported by the flak frigates the engagement was ruthless, but the Republic’s numbers for once allowed them to prevail. They were helped in no small part by the ruthless precision of the Destiny’s flak cannons, controlled by a certain [member="Callisto Scarlett"].

Meanwhile the Sith destroyer, one of their famed Dark Blades, had received such a beating that it soon was blazing from bow to stern. With a final flash the Righteous’ HVC cannon slammed a round into it and it shattered apart.

Stahlmann nodded in satisfaction, just before the warnings came up.
“Sir, Immortal coming in from deep space!”
Sure enough an Immortal was emerging with a trio of escorts.
The Admiral growled silently. He could continue to attack the Sith near him, but in doing so he would be enfiladed by the Immortal. When that thing could use its main guns it was horribly dangerous. The alternative would be to leave [member="Alarice Mollari"] and [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] to deal with the now depleted Sith fleet alone.

It was a decision which was hard but ultimately had only one possible choice.
“Break off. Form line and advance on the Immortal.” Here went nothing.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Blaster shots could be heard in the distance. No matter how much the Republic tried to bring peace to a world, it always seemed war followed. I guess this is what happens when your greatest enemy happens to be the Sith. Flicka -- the recently promoted Commander -- approached a damaged defense cannon.

The Rutian looked over to her unit, "I want two men on the repair. The rest of you spread out and secure the area, keep comms on at all times and if you see anything report back to me.", she gave her orders.

In unison, "Yes ma'am!".

Most of the resistance was already dealt with but in such times it wasn't unlikely for the enemy to attempt a counter-assault. Brandishing her E-11, the Twi'lek marine kept a careful eye on the scene. Steady winds blew across her face; her Lekku oscillated slowly. Turning back she activated her intercom, "This is Commander Shapochka, we're securing a defense cannon and awaiting further orders.", she clicked off the device once she was finished speaking. The twenty-nine-year-old officer had been through a lot but all this , it was different. Very different.

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]

 

[Orick T'ane]

" We're already in a serious kriffing trouble" He yelled back over the comms, The fighter was persistent that was for sure, but Orick wondered just how smart the pilot was. He leveled the Ranger out and let the fighter take an easy shot at her flank, he felt the ship jump, and the impact nearly caused him to bite down through his own tongue, " Admiral, I have an idea, but this is going to take perfect timing from both of us. If you would come forward and open the emergency hatch by the cockpit here. Inside of it there are 4 smoke signals." He really hoped she was up for this, because he wasn't sure it was going to work. " Once you do that, you're going to want to hold on to something tightly, I'm opening the outer door."

He wanted to explain everything to her, but he just had to hope that she could follow directions as well as she gave them. He tilted the ship to the port side, allowing it to drift a bit. At the same time he slammed his hand down on the control panel and the ship gave another sudden jerk as the escape pod was jettisoned. He could hear the beeping distress signal from the pod as ht shot away on it's controlled path. He gave a silent prayer to the gods, whoever they might be, that this worked and he tilted the ship again.

If [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] had done her part properly, and hadn't fallen out of the now open door of the ship, it should look like the Ranger was going down in flames. He looked at the scanners and sure enough the fighter had broken off, his fire now directed at the escape pod. His relief was short lived as he remembered that he was still going to have to land without killing them both.

About kriffing time, he thought to himself as he finally saw a landing platform on the roof of one of the buildings that was in the same general sector as the target they were headed to. He couldn't get the landing gear to deploy properly, but he didn't care, he just wanted out of the ship. Dropping her like a rock on the platform he came to the sharp realization that the platform was much smaller than was necessary for a the Ranger. " New problem! Get out of the ship now, this platform can't support the weight for long."

[member="Flicka Shapochka"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus returned to the hangar and considered refuelling - but the fight was going well and she wanted to know how the overall approach was going.

So she headed to the bridge. She always marvelled at the size of these ships and the sheer number of men and women it took to keep them operational. As a Jedi she was used to being alone - or in a small group. The logistics of keeping everyone focused and doing their small part to keep the show on the road was truly impressive.

So she bowed at various people in uniforms as she made her way to the lifts. Jedi had no authority over the Republic military - but they tended to be paid at least a modicum of respect as fellow protagonists when it came to fighting the One Sith or liberating planets. So she waited patiently until the doors opened and she asked the lift to take her to the bridge level.

Arriving at heavily armoured and guarded doors, she approached two burly naval men and first bowed and then asked, "Permission to join the bridge?" She was sure it was supposed to be something like that.

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="Callisto Scarlett"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]

 

[Not Ordo]

The epic form of the great ship dropped from hyperspace and hung unmoving for a long moment. Helmetus looked out the viewport and frowned.

"These ugly ships are every karking where."

"They call themselves the republic my Lord."

"Democracy? Disgusting."

"What shall we rename this one Lord Helmetus?"

"Hmmm...Helmetus-opolis two"

"Yes Lord Helmetus." Major Rod replied calmly.

"Hail me you cretins!" Helmetus yelled.

"HAIL HELMETUS!" The crew said as one.

"Fething right hail me."

The work of claiming the world done they activated their hyperdrive and went to the next world.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Alarice Mollari"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]

"Sir, a Jedi Master Corvus Raaf is here."

"Show her in, Captain, we're all friends here," the Admiral said. When she entered onto the bridge he turned to look at her briefly. “Ah, Master Jedi, welcome to the Destiny. You will forgive me if I am a little light on the pleasantries…we have an Immortal to kill. I would very much like to make its name a lie, like I did above Manaan.”
“Sir, enemy weapons are online.”
“Brace yourself, Master Jedi, this will likely be a little bumpy.”

In space there was no haze of atmosphere, but coming in at 50km it was hard to see even the bulk of the Immortal. That was, until it was lit up by an endless volley of ion and turbolaser weapons.
The Destiny’s shields flared, absorbing the salvos, but some shots did get through and scarred the sleek hull with dark rents.
Then the proton cannon fired. The arcing lance of fire cut through the shields and tore a blackened wound across the flank of the Destiny.
“Damage report?” the Admiral ordered casually.
“Six batteries offline, sir, shields down to 59%.”
“We have done our role of being the bait. Give the order, Captain, assume talon formation, begin our descent.”
“Yes, sir!”
Glancing to see if the Jedi was still on her feet he gestured casually at the Immortal, now growing larger. “The Immortal is a strong foe, but its main weapons fire slowly. By that time the proton cannon is ready to fire again, I want to ensure it never has the chance.”
“We’re entering range, sir.”
“Open fire, all operational batteries. All Destroyers, begin your bombardment. All bomber squadrons prepare for action….”

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus didn't wait on ceremony - if they didn't want her, she'd soon be told - so she walked purposefully onto the bridge and heard permission for her to enter given. Well that made things less complicated. And she considered the news that would be preying on the minds of those present. She knew that the Republic had suffered two significant losses recently. Both Rendili and Kuat were now in Sith hands and were a significant source of ships.

She trusted the military had a plan - that's what these types did. There had to be a contingency. At least she hoped so -but looking at the assembled faces, despite their success here, she was less optimistic.

She bowed to those assembled. Six years of warfare meant there were few officers she hadn't met personally and the Admirals was known to her. "Hello. I was just passing and wondered if there was anything I could do?" As she said it, she grabbed a piece of furniture. Bumpy came in a variety of magnitudes.

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]


An Immortal was upon them! A titanic warship bristling with firepower, its very name inspired awe, dread and fear. A testament to the might of the One Sith. Before you became conscious of the fact that it was as slow as the death star and its most powerful weapon, along with most of its guns, could only shoot in one direction.



Still, the proton cannon it possssed was a most powerful weapon. A single shot tore through the shields of the Destiny like an arcing lance of fire, leaving a blackened wounds across its flank. Callisto registered that six batteries were offline, but her expression did not change. Pure calmness and control, her expression remained as placid as ever. New orders were fed into the targeting computers of the gunners, coordinates precisely mapped, and all operational batteries were directed towards unleashing a hailstorm upon the Immortal. A ship whose very name bespoke of massive hubris, for there is nothing in this Galaxy that can exist forever. Eventually, even 'Force Gods' die. Even stars burn out. Even machines such as Callisto were destroyed at some point. The prospect left her indifferent and so she directed the heavy guns to fire, searing lances of turbolaser fire pounding the Immortal.



Ironically, at this very moment her creator, [member="Maelion Liates"] and Moira Skaldi, using their cover identities as directors of Archangel Research and Design, were in the process of establishing their new headquarters on Denon, after the original one had been destroyed by that appalling incident on Corellia!

 

[Long Gone]

His fleet or ship or boat would show up on radar ([member="Darthka Helmetus"]) - behind a massive picket line of the 7th fleet, prompting a response from the flagship Absolution

The response would be a simple message - which would be ignored, thus causing the silly cruiser, fleet, boat or whatever to exit as it should. It would leave the Captain who had taken over operations a bit confused, confused enough to send an additional report down to Admiral Mollari. They had managed to scan the vessel and several ships within the fleet captured various points of it - it would be something to look over later on down the road and see if such a thing had been spotted elsewhere in the Galaxy.

If it had, it could be a ship that was gathering intelligence for the enemy...and it must be hunted down and destroyed.

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"] | [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] |

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Kayleigh stepped forward towards the cockpit after prepping her suit and picked up the smoke signals as requested. If he could see her facial expression from underneath the masked helmet, it would be one of utter confusion. What could you possibly need these for? She shrugged and the girl lifted her free arm up and held on to one of the support beams that ran along the interior of the craft. The ship bucked as the hatch opened, dropping the smoke signals out as instructed just before the escape pod came tumbling out of the ship. Our only escape pod? He just launched our only escape pod out of the hatch? And he thinks I am the reckless one?

The visor on Kayleigh's helm lifted, and she shouted out towards [member="Orick T'ane"] "I sure hope you can land this bucket of bolts! We're coming in fast and this is a densely populated zone!"

Looking out she braced for the impact as the ship slammed into the pad without its' landing gear extended. She could only assume that was one more feature on the list of things that didn't work very often on this boat. Her legs flexed and knees bent as it absorbed the impact. The loading ramp was crushed partway under the ship from the force of the landing. Kayleigh looked back to make sure Orick was behind before jumping out on to the landing pad. The sound of duracrete cracking and giving way was enough motivation to get as far away from the landing zone as possible. Running was far from Kayleigh's forte, and as soon as she landed on the ground and began the charge she activated the armor's CO2 respirator to aide her body's replenishment of oxygen in support of her single lung. Thank the kriffing gods for this thing. "We need to move toward the PDS Captain! Do you have a weapon? I feel it will come in handy."

Looking at the ground forces positions via her visor's HUD, she could see that the Naval Marines had already landed prior to her arrival. She radioed for them immediately, as they would be vital to the success of the ground mission. Commander [member="Flicka Shapochka"], this is Admiral Tyven. We are headed due east of your location to secure the Planetary Defense Cannon in sector 872.35, 436.05. Once you've secured the northern battery, meet me at the eastern control tower and we will begin preparations for orbital defensive strikes on the Sith fleet. We are expecting some resistance but it is vital that we aide the fleet in space."

Switching frequencies she radioed [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], aboard his capital ship. "Admiral, this is Tyven. Do you read? I'm planetside currently, moving with our ground forces to secure the planetary defense cannons to give you some reprieve up there. Command of the Caledonia has been passed to Captain Rovins. You may direct him as needed, however they should be rejoining the fight very soon, if they have not already done so."

 

[Kian Karr]

Kian dove to the right as the chair next to him exploded from the impact of the blaster fire. Kian had to keep moving. He had to stay out of the fire of the two battledroids, and without drawing heavily on the force to do it, it was a lot harder then Kian remembered. Kian had one thing going for him though, the battledroids were programmed as guardians, not soldiers. Putting himself in a position that threated the safety of Viktor Harlow halted the attack of the droids. Using this to his advantage, Kian was able to gain ground on the droid on the right.

He saw the blaster canon of the droid on the left swing toward his current direction, and Kian threw himself into a leap at the droid on the right. His yellow blade came down in a diagonal slash that severed the droid in half from it its right shoulder to its left hip. From the corner of his eye, Kian could see the second droid moving to the side to put Kian in the line of fire. Grabbing one of the falling pieces of the droids, Kian spun and threw it toward the advancing droid. It wouldn't do any damage, but it provided the distraction Kian needed to close with the droid.

The blaster canon on the droids arm raised, and Kian brought his blade up, slapping aside the bolt of energy that leapt toward him. He dove forward, rolling and coming up with a thrust driving his lightsaber into the droids chest. The lights in its eyes died and it fell onto the ground emitting a shower of sparks.