Kenshin felt the familiar energy signature move nearby. When the laser fire and dust settled he saw a man standing near the doorway with a pistol drawn. The boy blinked and felt through the Force for a confermation. Same signature.

He was pretty sure this man was on their side but kept his lightsaber ignited for a safety precaution. He watched the man closely as he spoke to Irman through the Force.

We have a live human male in our presence with a pistol drawn. He seems to be wounded.

He waited for the Aiki Knight to respond to the newcomer.

The Aiki was still covered by the blue force aura. He was using his empowerment powers at their peak. Making his entire body a deadly weapon. he had managed to cut down most of the opposition. The rest of the commando team Following close behind.

He felt through the force and found only the feeling of light.

:: I can not stop for any thing right now Kenshin. Have A couple of our teepo allies asist him and bring him with us.::

They were nearing the chamber that held vonta. She felt quiet in the force. He prayed that he was not too late.

Kenshin motioned for a few of the Paladins to assist the man and then moved to the front line beside Irman to help him.

"How many more of these?"

He didn't really need an answer but he wondered when they would actually encounter the Krath. He hoped Vonta would be alright.

Mitz smirked.....pulling the remianing cannisters of Duraplast, finishing the seals he had put into place over his wounds, the bacta all ready kicking in. He pulled he injection rig from his coat, securing it, tapping the activator command once, the chemicals surging into his system. He rose easily, holstering his guns once more, pulling his large bag up, putting it on like a backpack. he slid the eyepiece into place, rigging the circuitry with a quick turn of a few screws, the trio of plasma launchers secured to his shoulder, feeding off of the eyepiece, following his vision.


Around his neck was an ultra light chain, with a dozen red crystals hanging from it. The signifigance was ovious, and he stared the teepo Paladins down, his eyes moving slowly...deliberately, fixing on the pouch of one of the fallen. he pulled the pack of cigarettes from the man's pockets, lighting it quietly, starting to walk. He had no intentions of being left behind, after all he had been here first, and he was determined to see this to the end.

It was evident to everyone around him that his hearing was shot, but it was hoped that this was temporary. he didn't care right now, coming around a corner, joining the main strike group as they closed in on the final objective. He didn't care about the danger, he didn't care about the risks. He was in this to its end, or his.....the choice didn't really matter......

he moved ahead, unconcerned in the least, plasma launchers acting in unison, buring their way through whatever got in his path... The Two Teepo that had been assigned to him followed reluctantly, seeing the absolutely recklessness involved, however, they had been ordered to do so, and they supported him, their blasters adding to the volume of fire in front of him.

He fell one of the saber wielders in a single pass, catching his saber as the man fell. He brandished the red blade easily, testing it, as if he were an ancient fisherman testing an old favorite....This felt right, the saber ingnited, leading his path. he smiled....a savage look of determination, letting nothing stop him.

The final Door fell to the team. Vonta was behind the door and the Aiki master had no time to waste. His still glowing visage pressed a single hand to the door. The door it's self begain to glow that unworldly neon blue. It rose in intensity until the light went from blue to blindingly white. At that instant the door vaporized into thing air.

The Aiki master had litterally ripped the molicules in the door apart. At that the Aiki masters glow came to reside in only his hands. He was drained no longer able to maintain such high levels of force channeling. The door opened to the sight of 8 Krath Chanting around a circular cage. They were all hooded and holding green talismans that they held up in one hand pointed towards the center of the cage. Where there in it's middest was the crummpled form of Jedi observer Vonta horn.

The Aiki was exhuasted barely even able to maintain the light-bo's solid light beam with his force power. But the sight of his pupil droive him on. These 8 would be some of their strongest.

Two of the krath pulled out Teepo blasters. The Palidins all gasps as they all seemed to reconize them. Irman covered them blocking laser bolts with the light'bo.

"Why do you hesitate?" He demands to know.

"Those blasters belong to two of our masters. We can not...." Their voices trailed off. The other krath were parrying the laser blasts from the teepos. One of the commando teepos fell to a shot from one of their own masters.

Irman cries out. "These are not your masters they ceased to be the moment they fell to krath magics. Now fight for your lives and my pupils." At that they opened full barrage fire.

Mitz felt the climax of this little shootout coming to pass, moving quickly to get himself into it. The open door was blocked, a wall of Teepo Paladins between him and the fight, so he decided to make another door. He sent the Teepo following him to join their brothers, having no further need for them .

Two quick flourishes with his saber, and the wall was sufficiently weakened, setting the breeching charge. He thought about covering his ears for a second, but he was pretty sure he couldn't hear anything anyway, the sounds of constant conflict had shorted out his hearing pretty efficiently.

He pulled the trigger, the breeching charge sending shard of stone flying into the room. The backpack was all ready rigged, the weapon being held firmly in both hands, his left hand steadying the monstrosity, his plasma burned right hand clamped down over the trigger.

It filled the air with the cacophony of sweet autofire mayhem, thousands of projectiles flying from the rapidly rotating barrels, the minigun making its presence known. The first two targets fell, the rest moving to scatter from the force of the minigun. It was an old lesson that came to his mind right then, "The force don't mean much to a minigun."

He was belated as he saw one of the corrupted warriors turn, trying to shield his brethren from the minigun, only to be cut down by the Teepo. The minigun fell silent finally, its ammunition expended. He dropped the thing with ease, the back pack falling away as he duck behind some cover, igniting the saber he had looted from the corpse of the man who had contributed this cigarettes, lighting one quickly, pulling his last loaded pistol.

He had two clips of ammunition left for the Dissauder, resolved to make them count. He came flying out of cover, shoulder tackling one of the Krath, catching it off guard, burying his pistol in its ribcage, pulling the trigger twice, seeing the light in its eyes die.

He rose, parrying saber with saber, his pistol finishing the exchange, until finally his ammunition was completely depleted, leaving him with only the saber. He was mechanically efficient with the saber, blocking by absolute margins, responding with kicks and punches, moving in close to things, keeping blasters from targetting him. He dropped one last Krath, seeing the rest of the room.

The Teepo had taken losses, but by all acounts their command group was intact, and had the situation well in hand. His eyes flashed dark, pieces of wall flying around him, his saber crackling with excess energy. He moved to the woman, the one who had brought him here, with her cry in the darkness, his black eyes searching, scanning her.

He was a mess, covered in nicks and cuts, duraplast covering large portions of his body, holes shot in his coat, open areas of skin exposed. Was this what he had come all this way for? A woman? why....it made no sense, but he was resolved that anything that wasn't a Teepo that came within arm's reach was going to have issues with losing a limb.

He watched the Teepo finish their scourge, energy fading fast. Maybe he could finally get some peac eand quiet, hopefully this was over.......

Kenshin gave a sigh of relief as he watched the last Krath in the room fall. But he was battle weary and kept his pale blue lightsaber ignited. He stepped over to the cage holding Vonta and in calculating swings with his saber, dismembered the cage.

He then reached over to check for any signs of life. He was relieved to find her breathing, though her pulse was faint.

The stars open up into the Teta system.

from witch two Defender class star destroyers drop out of hyper space. The Defenders the latest in the Star destroyer technology. As tough as a Mark III Imperial class and as fast as a victory class. They are followed by two Nubulan B-2 frigates, and two Muarader Corvettes.


2 squads of missle boats
2 squads of defenders
2 squads of tie bombers
4 X-wings
4 phantoms
4 A-wings
4 droid x x-wings
9 star wings
2 lamda class shuttles
6-tie schimters
6 tie defenders

Greyy Trespe stood at the bridge of one of the Defender SDs. He had picked up the distress call from the Saber strike vonta was in mortal danger and he meant to help with what ever resources he had. Many of the veterans of the Alderaanian guard felt the same way. They had been students under her when he founded the guard in the New Alliance. Now they came to help their friend no matter what the costs.

They entered into hells kitchen. There were 6 krath ships in orbit. All of witch spewed forth force lighting the size of a turbo laser blast. The Defenders and Frigates begain to exchange fire immediatly. Fighters were dispatched to the surface to look for survivors and get them the heck out of there.

A Several YT-1300s were dispatched to the surface with a special pay load. He hoped that the Aiki knew what he was doing.

The Small armada of fighters came raining down onto the encampment of Teepo palidins. The hit hard and they hit fast. cloaked ships were the first wave comeing out of no where and scattering the enemy forces. The rest of the contengent came in demolishing the battle droid army with bombing raids.

In the midest of the chaos two YT-1300s landed amoung the Teepos. From whitch a cadre of What first appeared to be storm troopers appeared. The Alderaanian guards wore the same armor as they're emperial conterparts the Royal guard but they wore white armor along with the insignia of old alderaan on their chests.

Toryn Sabreen was the human leading the charge. Gesturing for all of the Teepos to gather to him. It was clear that the ships could not hold all of them but that was a deception that he revealed moments later.

Onboard was a hyper portal. A devise able to traverse great distances in a single warped space jump. One was on a Muarader that had held back from combat. The Teepos poured into it being transported to the relitive safty of space.

The Teepos recovered the Attack group pulls out. The New Allderaanian guard working as efficiently as the old vanishing as quickly as they appeared with out a cuasualty.

. . . . . . . .

the Fighters all retreated to the fleet all but Toryn Sabreen He had a final payload to pick up. He blasted his way under enemy radars and sensors flying close to the ground. Not a moment left for error.

His target the enemy cidadel over the horizon.

He hit a comlink set to the commando team's comlink channel.

"Toryn sabreen to Rescue team. Follow the plan allready! Get top side in T-minus 3 minutes for pickup." He was going to cut it close the krath weapons were pounding the rescue fleet and on wrong move and the Teras Kasi master would fall to the ground defenses. This new form of harnessing force lightening for a weapon of mass destruction was danderous enough to destroy a small ship in a single shot. So he intended to not give them the chance to make that shot.

He checked the unconscious woman, eyes fading from the solid black to his bright shimmering blue, Eyes studying every facet of her. He lifted her slowly, pain evident in his face, but he wasn't yielding it, or her, to anyone. he tapped the man who had destroyed the cage, eyes fierce.

"Speak at my eyes" His voice was a bit distorted, but he didn't know, he couldnt hear much of anything. Blood trickled down his ear, leaking across his shoulder. To emphasize the point, he brought his fingers right up to his eyes. The targeting eyepiece had pulled back, leaving his eyes open, exposed.

"We need to get out of here, my ship is at the space port, but i do not think we have time to get out to it, i can have it meet us elsewhere, but i need to know where. She needs a doctor, and i feel in about as good a shape." His condition was a wreck, his body holding together by force of will. "Lead us out of here." he carried the unconscious woman, saber at his belt, trench coat tattered and ripped. He awaited the move out direction, holding the woman close, ready to shield her if need be....