(OOC: Actually Based on the given info on disrupters I am. But Oh well.)

The sith leaped at her while she completed her fall. Chikama joined just then a knife leaping to his hand he cut at her back. The Armor held well enough But the cut through her off balance slightly as the apprentice engaged his light sabers again. Taking and barely able to calclulate a counter attack to his attack to her head.

Empowered weapons glowing blue she matched the glowing blades of saber energy with the hilt of her light saber. Catching the two blades just before where they would intersect to take her head off. Landing with her feet firmly planted on the ground she points her blaster at the light saber's using them to deflect her blaster bolts towards Chikama who was now behind her and making another attack with the knife.

making a full body spin she made a barrel roll to the ground on of the light sabers caught her in the shoulder immediatly deatactivating the saber she narrally avoided the second with only a score to her left arm.

She fires again with three laser shots at the two foes.

This would not last long if she kept this up. The knife that cut into her armor left the green armor covering her back eposed. She was thankful for the robe it gave her more leway to avoid blows and cuts.


She sent a mental plea out into the bawls of Otta Gunga. One of a warrior ready to fall for the innocent. She would fall but not with out a fight. To remember.

(Sorry, I used the wrong profile. I use Tyb Blix for another site and I forgot to change it. This is me JediPaetsch, so dont get confused.)

"Yes Master. I know you have something to do."

Jordan turned, stopped and looked straight at his Master. He let out the biggest wookie cry he had ever made. He thought that his Master deserved the honor of a wookie cry. But Jordan was only raised by wookies and not one himself so the full honor wasn't there. Jordan didn't care because he thought that his Master looked at him like Jordan was a wookie. That made Jordan hurt even more.

He had to leave his Master to deal with this Sith alone. He didn't know the past these two had but he knew that he wanted to help his Master. And if the only way to help her was to leave the two alone Jordan would do that.

Right now, Jordan and his fellow Padawans needed to go find someone else who needs help. Or a Sith that needs to be stopped.

Now they were alone....

...She couldn't move. Malice, he just stood there.

Her students, she could feel them walking away. She new that time was catching up to her.

She reached out with the force, searching for more Jedi, most of them appeared safe, but struggling with their own battles.

Amalia wished that she would make it through hers.

There was something else though too. She felt loss, she wondered who. She couldn't worry about that now. Just her and Malice now, that was all she needed to concentrate on.

So what happens now?....

Kenshin's face hardened, as if it turned stone and his eyes blazed bright with conviction. He wanted to yell in refusal. How could he leave his master's side when he knew something was utterly wrong?

The padawan stood like a statue, every muscle tense. What if she fell? Someone would still have to take down Malice.

Kenshin was torn. Master Amalia had pleaded for them to leave, but he felt it was his duty to stay by his Master's side until the end. Something inside him told him this could be the end.

But he retreated. At first a walk, and then in a jog. He glanced back at Master Amalia, tears welling in his eyes as he ran. He used the Force and spoke to her.

"A will to live does much in desperate situations. A dead Jedi no longer can protect or teach. Running can be seen as cowardice, but a coward has another day to learn to be brave. If you must sacrifice your live, do not do so in vain. Know your limits.

May the Force be with you."

Giving Master Amalia these thoughts, Kenshin dashed off without looking back. The hot tears fell as a wave of frustration hit him. He prayed that she would come out alive and kept an alert watch on her Force signature.

Jordan watched Kenshin run. He did not feel ashamed or any negative thoughts towards Kenshin. Kenshin knew Amalia longer than Jordan had and probably had a better relationship with her than he. He needed time to think.

Jordan turned to see Logray walking at his side. "We need to go and help more people. Where should we go?"

Opening herself to the Force, Leia felt the incoming slash of Han's blade. As she was already stumbling backwards, she used her awkward position to her advantage and let her legs go limp under her.

Leia landed flat on her back, and Han's slash cut through empty air. Han loomed over her now, getting ready for what he must have though would be the ending slash, as both of Leia's arms were splayed out to the side, and she was unable to get a saber between herself and Han for protection. But Leia had other ideas anyways...

Leia pulled her knees to her chest and then drove both feet into Han's gut in a powerful two footed kick. Winded, Han backpedaled backwards away from Leia.

In a small display of strength and agility Leia suddenly reared, levering her body into the air enough to get her feet onto the ground to stand up. Now it was she who would take the initiative.

A few running steps closed the distance between herself and Han, and holding both sabers together in both hands like a baseball bat, she swung at Han's saber with all of the strength she could muster.

Han's saber was ripped from his hands much the same as the last one. But instead of pursuing the saber, Leia turned off the saber in her right hand, and let go of it as she raised her arm. The saber dissapeared up her sleeve. In the same motion Leia's right hand flew out and snatched Han's throat in a crushing grip that was only made more painful by her long nails.

Leia met Han's eye with a fiery gaze as she held her saber up in the air and pointed it's tip at Han's head, the blade mere inches from scorching skin and hair.

"You are wrong, cousin. Dead wrong. Now tell me, what is the real reason as to why you are in such a foul mood?"

Kenshin quickly cleared his mind as he ran to catch up to Logray and Jordan. He needed to be alert for any more trouble.

As they walked on, Kenshin became silent. His mind was open to the Force and was trying to locate the closest scene of fighting. He also kept diligent tabs on the Force signatures of Master Amalia and the Sith Malice.

"Where do you prepose we go next...?"

His spoke in a quiet, melancholy voice. He wasn't in the mood for leading right now. He needed some time to think. But there was no time for his thinking, and he felt...blank.

Malice eyed Amalia, finally she was ready to begin. Her question made him laugh, a feat only she was ever capable of.

*You should know my dear Amalia. What happens now is what will always happen, what was destined to happened. Your mine.....*

With that Malice lunged forward. A firery lookin his eyes. He would not fail this time. As he came in closer, he spoke out to her.

*Pity you wont be around long enough to enjoy seeing Lono grow into a young man. And I can imagine he will be most unpleased having his mother ripped from exsistance*

Malice's saber came down swift and hard, only to be met with that of the jedi's saber. As Malice pushed against hers, he spoke once more.

*Though i do believe he will be hapy that your gone once i tell what you really are. I don't think he'll like you after he finds the real reasn why you left his dear father.......because you cheated on him with another man. Having more children with him no less. No matter, soon they shall @#%$ children.....then orphans*

malice's words were cruel and intendedto hurt the jedi, removing her focus and cloudig her judgment. His threats may have seemed empty, but if given the chance Amalia knew full well that he was capable of doing such things.

*Han felt the pain in his throat which made it hard to speak. Instead he spat in her face, a seering, angry look in his eye that could melt the durasteel off an ISD in seconds. He stared her in the eye.*


"If you're going to kill me, kill me. But be warned, i WILL haunt your dreams until you die, my death will be on your hands." Han spat at her again.

"It would be my pleasure to scare you awake every night, to torture you mentally, turning you ever closer to the darkside. Embrace it Leia, and strike me down in anger, You know that is whats going through your mind. Do it!" Han screamed at her from her clutches.

(OOC:Thanks uberjedi, your 'cape' or whatever was disintegrated when i hit it with the Disruptor Rifle, never forget that, and dont argue, since you posted the hit on the cloak.)

As she landed, momentarily deactivating one of his sabres, Lupercus' fist lashed out, slamming into the Jedi padawans nose with a cracking blow, blood began to flow, but it would just be an annoyance to anyone with half a brain, or will to fight.

Snarling, Lupercus lept forward again, his sabre deflecting her shots into the ground with a flick of his wrist and a swipe of his sabre. Leaping up, Lupercus landed behind the padawan, Chikami on the other side of her. With a mental and physical precision that can only be forged through months of intense training together, Lupercus and Chikami lept forward in a concentrated attack, Lupercus' only active sabre slicing in a shallow swipe and Vontas hamstrings, his other hand, deactivated sabre being used as a weight for his punch, slammed again towards her head.