Dromund Kaas orbit

An Interdictor-Class cruiser crumbled under the fire of the Austria-Hungary and the Imperator, before the two ships moved off and engaged two Victory Star Destroyers, which attempted to escape into the atmosphere before Dominion J54 bombers and TIE Avengers chased them down, allowing Super Sentinels to board them.

In short, the allied forces were winning. But not without cost: fifty-eight Dominion fighters were damaged beyond repair, and had made forced landing on the surface, and the Chalons had lost power while the remaining Spirits had pulled away to affect repairs, which they had not done when they had been forced from Corellia.

Thankfully, the Dominion forces had some help in the form of the Sith fleet, conducting 'switch' tactics where when a Dominion vessel suffers too much damage in the firing line, a Sith ship immediately takes over for them, giving them the chance to recharge shields and do some quick fixes before the process repeats vise-versa.

Plus… they had motherfucking Thrawn.

On the bridge of the Finalizer, the Sith Grand Admiral was issuing out orders along with the Dominion Admiral, operating in almost perfect sync like a well oiled machine.

That being said, the Dominion were running out of fighters, and the Eclipse was out of droids. And Ron, flying off the Imperious, was mad.

He had gone on a… small killing spree on the ship, and was now in the mood to kill Palpy. "Boc! You copy?!"

"I hear ya, Ron; what's up?"

"Jaden's en route back to the Sovereign; he's in bad shape. That means it's up to us to kill Palpy."

Hyperspace Vector - Dromund Kaas

Even though Dagobah was on the other side of the galaxy to Dromund Kaas, the Battlehawk was a fast little ship. It was even equipped with an experimental hyperdrive booster, which accelerated the ship to the speed of a Class 0.1 hyperdrive. And that was without a Jedi channeling the Force into the hyperdrive.

As such, they arrived at Dromund Kaas in less than two hours, where Mark had taught Tahiri multiple new abilities and pointed out a few of the mistakes her future self had made (obsession with Anakin Solo, falling to the Dark Side, etc).

Mark also found out the Battlehawk's other capabilities. Her turbocannons were a experimental, particle-based weapon that were called 'disruptors.' She also had a magnetic-based cloak.

So, as soon as the little escort ship dropped out of hyperspace, he cloaked the vessel, before looking at the scanners.

What he saw almost made him shit his pants.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Tahiri jumped before looking for what caused Mark's reaction. She didn't like it either.

"I thought the Eclipse and Sovereign were destroyed!" She yelled.

"Well, they're obviously not!" Mark looked at the scanners again. "Wait, there's Dominion, New Republic, Old Republic, and Neo Sith(Mark was confused at that) IFF signatures in the formation with that fleet. And they're facing off against what looks like Sith forces." He looked to the blond-haired woman. "I think they're friendly."

"One thing's for sure,"She commented as Mark moved the ship closer to the battle "They're destroying that enemy fleet."

That was for certain. There were four SSDs in that fleet, and that was not something you wanted to face. Add in the other ships…

"Wait." Tahiri grabbed Mark's shoulder and pointed out the viewport. "Look at that ship."

It was an Imperious-class Star Destroyer. It was in bad shape, as multiple spots on the hull were in flames or venting atmosphere. However, it's engines were pushing it as fast as it could go, even to the point of overloading.

And it was pointed directly at the Austria-Hungary.

"They're gonna ram them!"

"And even with all its power, there's no way a Imperial-III can survive that!" Mark snarled, before glancing at the weapons board. "Spin up the Blockbuster. The only way we're stopping that ship is with a kinetic round!"

Tahiri nodded, sliding into the weapons chair as Mark gunned the Battlehawk's powerful engines and dove into the rapidly closing space between the two ships.

"Blockbuster heavy round loaded." The young woman replied. "Magnetic coils fully charged."

"Brace yourself."

GSD Austria-Hungary

"All power into the engines!" Menisk yelled.

"It's too late Admiral!" Karla Pinkerton yelled over the comm lines. "You have to abandon ship!"

Menisk growled and opened his mouth to give the order, but a miraculous event prevented him from giving it.

The MXR-11A "Blockbuster" railgun was developed when capital ships still didn't have the shield problem fixed. It was based off the MAC cannon from the Halo series and could very easily core several ISD-IIs in one shot.

As was proved when massive magnetic forces propelled the 600-ton slug out the barrel at near a fraction of the speed of light. It appeared in was seemed like empty space, until a small ship appeared between the two Star Destroyers.

The Imperious did not fare well. The slug hit the nose of the ship and cored the vessel down the middle, negating its momentum and causing anything not directly impacted by the round to crumple like a piece of flimsiplast.

The result was what one could call durasteel pancakes.

"Wha- wha the hell?!" Menisk shouted, "What ship is that?"

"IFF from unknown target is Gaean Dominion, sir!"

"Don't we have ENOUGH black projects that I don't have any clue about?"

"You don't want that question answered, Admiral."

At the same time, with Ron…

"Shit, the Hungary!" Ron watched as the larger Imperious-class went to ram the Gaean Star Destroyer.

And was promptly cored.

"Da fuck? The only thing that can do that is a Blockbuster, and the fleet doesn't have that!"

As the pancake floated away, Ron spotted a little ship dart away from the Austria, out of range of the fleet battle.

He was only now aware of Admiral Menisk's voice. "Well whatever it is, it belongs to us! Guns! Target that ship and disable it, ion cannons only!"

"Don't, Admiral." Ron ordered. "He just saved your ass, and the Force is telling me that he's friendly."

"You don't have the authority, Pinkerton!"

"But I do have a superlaser! Stand down, Admiral."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Don't test me."

The Admiral had no intention of finding out.

"Continue focusing fire on the Sith armada. Sheev Palpatine, this is Grandmaster Ronald Pinkerton of the New Jedi Order: surrender your forces. You're going to lose, so why don't you give up before you lose everything?"

"I will never surrender to you Jedi!" shouted the voice of said would be Emperor, "I WILL be the Emperor of this Galaxy!"

"You lost the galaxy TWICE, Palpy." Ron countered, "And now I'm going to make SURE you STAY dead since you refuse to surrender." Ron cut the link and shifted channels. "Boc, I think it's murdering time. Ready to turn Palpy into a corpse?"

"Sure, as soon as I deal with the rest of these smallfry in my way," said the Mandalorian. "And since Viridis is now fully in the fight, I might be there sooner than you think,"

"TRY not to destroy those ships. We're going to need them because, you know, VONG?"

"I know, I know. Be there soon." A turbolaser bolt impacted the TIE Interceptor, taking off the port panel. "What is it with these Sith assholes and DESTROYING MY FIGHTERS?!"

Palpatine felt the strong aura of doom settle over the bridge after the Jedi closed the channel. He could just off himself and take another clone body, but then he would be without any military forces and he would have to start the Sith cycle all over again. In simple terms?

Fuck. That.

He would have to face Pinkerton. Which meant death. But… there was something he could use. Something that not even Thrawn could beat.

"Secure my chamber! I want every single security and infantry weapon to be assembled there! Use every weapon you can to stop that Jedi! Blow out the corridors if you have to!"

Suddenly, the Force churned, and every Force user assembled knew what it was.

"Oh, FUCK!" Ron yelled. "Pinkerton to Thrawn! Pull everybody back! NOW! Paply's summoning a Force Storm!"

"All ships, gun your engines and retreat! Go to hyperspace if you have to!"

On the Battlehawk, Mark swore as the Storm started forming. "Not this time you asshole!"

Reaching out, the grey Force user drew on both sides of the Force and stopped the storm in it's tracks.

Palpy struggled to increase the power of the storm, knowing he was fighting a Terran Pureblood, unfocused as he was. The Mandator-Class dreadnought shook as something impacted the ship, following a loud, very angry yell.

"PALPATINE! I WILL FUCKING END YOU FOR GOOD THIS TIME!"

"Fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk." Sheev eeped.

Suddenly dropping that Storm, Palpy formed another smaller one inside the ship and sent it straight at Pinkerton.

Mark stumbled as the Storm he was holding back suddenly disappeared. Recovering, he felt another, smaller one form inside the Gauntlet.

And it was headed straight towards the unmistakable signature of a Terran Pureblood.

Ron's eyes widened as the hyperspace anomaly/wormhole tore through the ship's halls, and he started sprinting with the speed of a Jedi.

As strong as he was, Ron could not survive unprotected in a hyperspace vortex. The only way he was stopping this was getting Paply.

However, that proved problematic, as Ron slipped. Reaching out, he grabbed a bulkhead and hung on against the wind.

"Oh, FUCK YOU PALPY!" Ron yelled, flinching as the Storm rose up… And did nothing.

Blinking, Ron looked 'down.' The storm had stopped.

On the Battlehawk, Mark held his hands up, sweat dripping down his face as he struggled to hold back the storm.

"Run you idiot!" He muttered.

The storm started moving back, and as the winds lessened, Ron launched himself forward, and took off sprinting, cutting through a group of clones without blinking.

"I don't know who did that, but whoever it was, I FUCKING LOVE YOU!"

The dark side fueled his movements as he ran through the ship, withdrawing his makashi lightsaber as he created a massive force wave into a bulkhead, breaching Palpatine's inner sanctum. "YOU! YOU WILL DIE! DO YOU HEAR ME, PALPATINE?! YOU WILL KNOW PAIN, YOU WILL KNOW FEAR, AND THEN YOU! WILL! DIE!"

"YOU WILL NEVER KILL ME! I LIVE AS ENERGY! I AM THE DARK SIDE!" He proclaimed, raising his arms up, and the Force swirled around him.

"Oh, quoting Dark Empire are we? WELL LET'S SEE THE DARK SIDE SURVIVE THIS! RING, KANE HAGOSHA!"

Ron's original forcesaber split, and he dove at the clone.

A massive lightning-infused push sent Ron flying back through several bulkheads, before Palpy poured violent purple bolts down the way he sent Ron.

Ron caught them all, but the torrent was so strong that he couldn't get close.

Palpatine was grinning manically as he let decades of pent-up frustration out on the man who had resisted his influence.

Only to stumble as blaster bolts slammed into his Force 'shield.' "SUCK IT SCROTUM-FACE!" Boc yelled from his spot, arm and leg wrapped around a support as he poured blaster bolts out.

Palpy grabbed a I-beam and sent it to spear the Mandalorian. Boc was forced to dodge, before pulling his darksaber and igniting it.

The Force energy in the room had become so strong that it was a literal hurricane centered around Palpy.

"WE CAN'T GET CLOSE!" Boc yelled at Ron, dodging a barrage of lightning.

"I KNOW!"

The deck then shook violently. Outside, the Battlehawk strafed the Gauntlet, pouring turbolaser bolts into the ship's surface in an attempt to draw the Emperor's attention.

Ron was just about to destroy some of his anchors before he felt a sudden surge of energy as someone started pouring energy to him. Grinning, Ron drew as much power as he could behind him before launching himself forward.

Suddenly, the hurricane stopped. In the center of the sanctum, stood Palpatine, with Kane Hagosha embedded in his abdomen. He dropped to his knees, before Ron pulled Kane out.

"You're done for, motherfucker."

The area around Palpatine's wound began to become gray, before it started spreading, consuming his limbs. He opened his mouth to scream, before it too, was turned to dust.

Before the 'statue' shattered and a massive burst of Force energy erupted from the remains, tearing the Gauntlet apart. Throwing Ron and Boc into space, who only survived thanks to their abilities, and in the case of Boc, his armor.

'I. Hate. Space.' A T-70 flew past the wreckage, and Ron was forced to latch on after pulling it closer. 'I've spent seven minutes in the vacuum before, I'm not looking forward to it again.'

Boc ignited his jet pack, thankful for the life support systems of his armor.

"Hey! Anyone out there wanna give me a lift?" He called out into his comm.

A TIE Droid approached the Mandalorian, allowing him to grab onto the white and black-painted fighter, which would take him back to the Justice before heading back for the Eclipse.

Ron took a big breath of air as the T-70 entered the Eclipse's ventral hangar, allowing Ron to drop to the deck before spinning around and heading back to the Imperator.

Ron collapsed to the deck. The battle had exhausted him, plus he had also fought Krayt earlier.

He got about two breaths in before Telas tackled him and covered his mouth with hers.

The two stayed like that for several minutes, drawing the stares of several Jedi and droids before Ron sent a small shock through the deck, causing them to jump and leave the hangar. Rapidly.

Telas finally released Ron, before slapping him across the cheek. "Don't scare me like that!"

Ron snorted. "Cut me some slack, I just fought Palpy! I think he was more powerful than he was during Shadowhand!"

A Krayt gunship entered the hangar. Boc stepped out before stopping when he saw the couple. "Um… I'm not going to ask."

Only now did Ron and Telas notice the fact that she was straddling him.

With a yelp, Telas was off him in an instant and Boc burst out laughing.

"Laugh it up, fuzzball!" Ron yelled before grabbing the Mandalorian by his ear and dragging him along. "Come on, I need to do something."

"Owowow,ow,ow."

Ron dropped Boc and hit the intercomm at the entrance to the hangar. "Bridge, get me a line to Sovereign's medbay,"

"Who is- oh, Ron," Serra's voice came back. "What do you want?"

"Just checking up on Jaden. How is he?"

"He's fine. They just pulled him out of the bacta now."

"Good. Keep me posted." Ron cut the channel. "Bridge, open a line to that unidentified ship from earlier. Attention, unidentified vessel. This is the New Jedi Order starship Eclipse. I'd like to thank you for your assistance from earlier. I'd like to invite you aboard, meet face-to-face."

Ron heard some muttering, before someone replied. "Eclipse, this is Battlehawk. I'll accept the offer."

"Good. Enter from the ventral hangar, we'll set up an airlock. Eclipse out,"

Ron closed the channel as Boc finally got up. "What's wrong?"

"There was something familiar about that voice."

"There was something familiar about that voice."

Tahiri glanced sideways at Mark. "What?

He shook his head. "It's probably comm distortion." The Battlehawk started ascending into Eclipse's hangar. "You've got this, Gate?"

The droid made an indignant sound. "Sorry, sorry. Come on, Tahiri."

The two walked towards the airlock. "I wonder," Tahiri commented. "If Eclipse and Sovereign are here, then what else is being sent into the past?"

The ship clanked as the airlock connected. "I don't know, but I have a feeling we're about to find out."

The light above the door flashed green and opened.

Upon seeing who was on the other side, Mark shouted, "YOU!"

"Again?! This is the fifth time in two years! Why do I keep running into you?!" Ron's eyes flickered to Tahiri. "YOU!" A blue blade made its' way to her throat. "You may not have been trying to possess my ass, but you are STILL on my shitlist!"

The blue blade was swatted away by a pure red one. "You will not touch her." Mark ground out.

"When did you get a lightsaber?!"

"Ok, what the hell is going on?" Boc yelled.

"Even you can't be blind to her part in the Battle of Centerpoint Station!"

"She didn't blow up the station! She hasn't even done it yet! She's twenty!"

"Palpy hadn't done any of his crap yet, yet his future ass was here!"

"ENOUGH!"

Both looked at Telas, who was seconds from beating the shit out of both of them. "Explain."

"She joined the Sith Order, which blew up Centerpoint Station and unleashed the incarnation of chaos on the fucking galaxy! It took the One Sith AND the Jedi Order to off chaos, and that was temporary! For all we know, her Second Galactic Civil War mind could take over at any time!"

"I did what?"

"You got your history wrong there asshat!" Mark snarled. "She atoned for her mistakes after Jacen was killed, and she didn't blow up Centerpoint. Seyah sabotaged the station and Rikel pulled the trigger!"

A snap-hiss interrupted them as Telas activated her black-bladed lightsaber. "Shut. Up. We've got bigger problems, no? Like the Vong, salvaging all this crap, the fleet that escaped, Vader? Ring any bells?"

"WHAT?! VADER!?"

They were interrupted by two shots placed in the ceiling. "WOULD SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Boc pointed at Mark with his blaster. "Who are you?" He pointed at Ron. "And how do you know him?"

"I did what?" Tahiri's mind looked to be in the process of overloading.

"Boc, Tyhler, one of my many pains in the ass, Tyhler, Boc Werde, de facto head of the Mandalorians. Also, Vader's here with Endor Death Squadron and he has my insane pupil as his apprentice."

"Wait, the same bitch that learned every saber trick you had to teach and hunted me down as well?"

"That same bitch that also happens to be Vader's descendent and wielder of the lightsaber she recovered from Mon Calamari."

"Oh son of a BITCH! Does everything associated with you go wrong?" He shut down his lightsaber.

"You still haven't answered my question, Ron. How do you know him?" Boc asked.

Ron sighed, shutting down his own lightsaber. "Thyler's a rogue Terran Pureblood. He wasn't trained by the Jedi, and the Council feared the One Sith might get his hands on him. I was sent to bring him in."

"And I escaped through combat skill, evasion, or just plain luck."

"Isn't that against the Terran order's rules?"

"It came from the Dominion High Council. Although those orders turned out to be faked by the One Sith. They died five minutes after I found out."

"Remind me never to mislead you."

"Yes, it usually ends badly. Like denying me cheesecake."

"I think," Mark held his chin. "After that, they placed a bounty on my head. Last I checked, the bounty was at five million credits.

Boc nearly choked on the air he was breathing. "What?! And my contact never told me about this? Damn it!"

"Your contact might have saved you some trouble." Mark pointed out. "After all, I have faced Ron several times. Any bounty hunter that was persistent enough to follow me to two systems, well, they didn't live to tell the tale."

Boc grumbled, promising to have a LONG chat with a certain Ithorian about keeping him on the dark on bounties.

"We have catching up to do. Year."

"Year?"

"Back home. As in what was the year you left?"

"2176."

"Lovely, we've been gone 9 months. Remind me to find whoever did this and impale them. I have damage control to run. I'm letting you off the hook for helping me with Palpy. Have fun."

Ron walked off, Telas rolled her eyes and followed, and Boc sighed before following. Mark turned to Tahiri, who was still in shock, before rolling his eyes and touching her shoulder, sparks of electricity flashing off as he gave her the relevant memories regarding her future.

She promptly passed out. Mark caught her bridal style before walking off in the direction of the nearest lounge.

Takeshi sighed as he and Luna relaxed in the lounge of the Eclipse. "Well, that was a pretty hectic fight," he said.

"At least 60 destroyer-class ships, hundreds of thousands of fighters. Yeah, that's a word. I'll be surprised if the Republic lasts much longer."

"You think it's going to fall apart?"

"It was falling apart long before we got here, Takeshi."

"Point," Takeshi admitted. "Well, we'll just have to hope that whatever takes its place is capable of doing the job."

A few moments of silence passed. "You know, Luna," Takeshi said after a while, "I was… actually going to ask you something before I sensed Jaden in the Embrace of Pain."

"Really? What, going to ask me to marry you?"

"Uh…"

"Takeshi, I was going to ask, but we haven't had the time. Dodging Daala, Vader and all the sundry assholes in the Andromeda Galaxy makes one's priorities shift."

Takeshi blinked for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah…" he said. "I… we've only been together for a few weeks, a month or two at most, but I honestly love you so much, Luna…" he reached into a pocket on his flightsuit, pulling out a box. "So, just to make it official…" He took the 'traditional' pose on one knee and held the box out, opening it to reveal a beautiful gold ring with a ruby on the top. "Lunamaria Hawke, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" She threw her arms around Takeshi, kissing him.

Jaden groaned, as consciousness finally returned to him. 'Tired… very tired…' His eyes fluttered open, before he was blinded by an overhead light. "…freak'n light… out of face…" He muttered.

"Jaden?"

"Jaden!"

He suddenly felt two forms hug him, as well as feeling someone slap him in the face. Recoiling in surprise, his eyes refocused as he found Serra and Hana on either side of him.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Serra shouted, "Fighting all those Sith yourself?!"

"Well… to be honest, I didn't think I would be fighting that many Sith at once… " Jordan informed, shaking his head, "I just… thought I had to take care of whatever it was myself… "

"You can rely on us, you know."

"We're not entirely helpless. Master Pinkerton's teachings might not be conscious, but I'm just as good as my… sister?" Jaden nodded, confirming Hana's relationship to Sayane. "My sister. You could have waited for us."

"I didn't wait because… I didn't want to burden either of you with these problems." He sighed, "I… lost someone close to me a long time ago… because I let her go with me into a battle that was way over our heads… I didn't want to let that happen again, especially after I… I nearly lost both of you… "

"You won't lose us." Serra said, smiling as he held his hand. "We promise."

"Yeah." Hana nodded. "We… We're doing everything together from now on… " she leaned forward a bit, adjusting her uniform slightly to give him a view of her… assets. "…everything…"

Jaden blinked "…eh?"

"What she means is…" Serra gulped a bit, "Well, what we mean is… we agreed and want to… um… "

"We figured… that if you're gonna be an emperor… " Hana said, her face reddening slightly, "You're going to need some… consorts… "

"….eh?"

Serra rolled her eyes before closing the distance "It means you have two girlfriends, idiot." She said, before planting a kiss right on his lips - causing Jaden to freeze. A few moments later, Serra pulled away as Hana give her own kiss as well, as Jaden's eyes twitched rapidly, muttering nonsense.

"...I think we broke him… "

"Meh, he'll sleep it off."

The captain of the Harrower-class Star Destroyer Killing Floor paled as one of the modern Imperial Star Destroyers fell to the literal sheet of fire from the Eclipse.

"All ships, fall back! Get out of here!" He ordered.

The remnants of the fleet turned around, but not without casualties; a Victory and Ardent frigate fell to fire from the Katana fleet before the Sith vessels jumped to hyperspace.

The captain breathed a sigh of relief, before a very unhealthy sounding groan came from somewhere on the ship, and the Killing Floor suddenly dropped out of hyperspace.

Or, more accurately, dragged. The captain spotted the shape of an Interdictor Star Destroyer, along with several cruisers, Star Destroyers, and a Vengance Star Destroyer.

"Captain! We're being hailed!"

The Imperial paled even more. "Go ahead."

"Attention, Sith fleet." A female voice that seemed to contain barely controlled rage said. "You will power down your engines and surrender."

The captain sighed. The ships of the fleet were all damaged, without marine forces or leaders. "Give them the signal. We surrender."

As assault shuttles traveled to the battered fleet, an unseen observer watched.

"Blackbird, this is Columbia. Report."

"This is Blackbird: all unidentified ships are of Sith construction and IFF. Stellar drift indicates we're in the past, near the Dromund Kaas system. Permission to blame Lt. Commander Pinkerton's brat for this, Admiral?"

"Granted." A sigh came over the comm line. "Follow the Imperial ships. I'll dispatch the Oblivion and Oversight to follow the allied forces."

"And what of the Battle-class?"

"We'll keep an eye on it. If we get a chance, we'll take her back. Otherwise, we'll deal with it later."

The Sith fleet followed the Vengeance and her escorts, shortly followed by an Imperial III-Class destroyer decloaking, the black hull being difficult to see in the blackness of space.

The ship was the GDS Blackbird, named mostly for the mach 3 recon craft known as the SR-71 Blackbird. It was a member of the Ghost Fleet, a fleet of ISD3s, VSD3s and Lancers equipped with specialized cloaking devices. Their flagship was the Terror-inspired GDS Columbia, named for another of Earth's supercontinents.

The majority of the fleet was equipped with the TIE Phantom, but they were not limited to the two-seat stealth fighters, as the cloaks could be fit to any fighter, from the Aurek to the Z-95 to the TIE Defender.

As the Imperial ships made the run to lightspeed, the Blackbird disappeared again, and the only sign that she jumped to hyperspace was a flicker of motion so quick that only a droid could see it.

Out on the reaches of CIS space, two ships dueled.

Well, one ship dominated while the other was limping and being boarded.

On board the latter were soldiers from the Republic's past, fighting the modern droids of the Confederacy. While any decently trained soldier could take on the CIS' B1 droids, the troopers on board were from over three thousand years ago, and used weapons from the same time period. The blaster bolts weren't powerful enough.

"Commander!" A security officer yelled, spamming bolts down the hallway. "We can't hold!"

"Fall back!" The security captain ordered, scoring a hit on a B1's neck and popping it off. "Focus on the smaller ones, aim for the joints! We'll have to use explosives on the bigger ones!"

The group didn't get a chance to use explosives, as a Super Battle Droid fired a rocket into the entrenched defenders, sending them flying.

"Strange Republic troops. They're not clones." A B2 said in it's deep voice.

"Who cares? We're actually win- AAAHH!"

A green bladed lightsaber cut through the battle droids.

"It's a Jedi!"

"Shoot her!"

The green blur darted through the formation, thoroughly and systematically destroying the mechanized troopers.

"You alright, Commander?" She asked, walking over and helping him up.

"We're fine, Master Shan." He replied. "Little beat up, but alright."

Satele Shan nodded. "Good."

The sounds of metal-on-metal and electro staffs cut through the air. The to-be Old Jedi Grandmaster spun, igniting the single-bladed, green colored lightsaber. She lost her double-bladed one to Malgus at Alderaan recently, but it was always good to have a backup. Five somewhat-advanced droids sporting saberstaffs ran around the corridor.

"Commander, get to the escape shuttles, I'll hold them off."

"Yes ma'am! Come on men, move like you've got a gundark on your ass!"

Satele settled into a defensive stance, and the Magnaguards charged.

The Force. Grievous could FEEL it. The Jedi had no inkling of how to use this power. The Huk would learn his wrath once the Republic fell, but first he had to deal with a new 'arrival'. While he wasn't as powerful as Vader (Reborns had a set limit for empowerment, although that was determined by the one doing the empowering, and Sayane's midichlorian count was in excess of 400K) he could find a disturbance.

As such, Vader gave him an Allegiance-Class heavy destroyer, and set him loose. And low and behold, what does he find but a Galactic War-era Republic frigate and a CIS Lucrehulk?

While the ship didn't have the massive hangars of the ISD, the ship did have pair of Kappa-Class shuttles. So it was time to let loose.

"Prep the assault droids and disable that Lucrehulk." And finally, he wasn't coughing every other sentence!

Satele blocked a pair of strikes, before using a Force-assisted kick to take the Magnaguard's head off, before giving it a powerful push that sent it half a meter into the bulkhead.

"What a terrible imitation of Sith combat skills." She uttered. Then she froze, as something dark, big, and angry made itself known.

The frigate shuddered as something impacted it, followed by several explosions.

A blue lightsaber stabbed its' way through the outer hull, cutting a circle and allowing whatever it was entrance. A pair of massive mechanical legs, attached to a four-armed droid body with what looked like a Kaleesh war mask for a 'face', dropped in.

Satele felt the darkness in this thing. It was a cyborg, nearly completely cyberized, but organic enough. "Satele Shan! How wonderful. I get to test my new powers on the descendent of Revan himself!"

"And what in the name of the Force are YOU?"

The cyborg Kaleesh chuckled darkly. "I am the hunter." He lifted his arms which split, before he ignited four lightsabers. "And you are my prey."

"A Jedi killer. So you have killed four Jedi."

"Oh, my collection fills my cloak. And my SHIP. Yours will be joining it!" The upper sabers began spinning as the Reborn approached, cackling. "Prepare to die!"

Satele ducked, blocking a pair of sabers, before the cyborg's foot grabbed her by the throat and threw her.

It had been a while since the two had begun the battle, and they left carnage in their wake, quite literally destroying bulkheads and entire decks. The ship was holding together, if barely.

She rolled out the throw before catching a bolt of lightning. Jumping up onto the deck above, Satele threw a large chunk of blast door at Grievous. The Jedi killer simply sliced it in half, before ripping down the deck plating that Satele was standing on, bringing her down in a cloud of debris.

With a war cry, the Kaleesh jumped and dove at Satele. The Jedi, in her compromised position, was unable to protect herself fully, and a yellow lightsaber cut through hers and took her ring and pinkie fingers with it.

She cried out in pain and Grievous laughed. "You're mine now, Jet'ii."

"I don't think so." With a buildup of power, Satele let loose a Force push that rivaled the one she used on Malgus hours (or centuries) ago, and sent the cyborg through several decks.

And through the reactor.

That classic Star Wars alarm went off. "Damn it." The soldiers were either dead or in escape pods, but the cyborg had a ship. As her ultimate successor Ronald Pinkerton would say, 'Fuck it, we'll do it live!'. She cupped her hand as she made her way to the hole, jumping into the shuttle.

Which she had no clue how to fly.

"Well, learn on the fly!"

Making sure the airlock was closed, Satele slammed what looked like a throttle forward.

The shuttle tore away from the dying frigate as she tried to set a course to known Republic space, while simultaneously dodged fire from fighters that had solar panels similar to the ones on Sith fighters.

The navicomputer beeped. "Go!"

The shuttle disappeared into hyperspace. Satele breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back. Time to think about what the hell just happened.

Grievous ran almost comically to one of the airlocks, venting himself into space as that Jedi bitch stole his shuttle.

"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, SHAN!" The other Kappa picked him up as the ship exploded as a trio of ISDs dropped out of hyperspace, escorting a fourth with hemispheres on the hull as more TIE/LNs and Alpha starwings engaged the Vultures, clearing the way for the marines to board the Lucrehulk.

B1s might suck, but they do free up crew space for another ship.

Plus, he had another prize. Looking down in his hand, he palmed the severed finger of Satele Shan. Maybe Vader would let him do something with it. If not, it could always be used for his collection.

At least, until he killed her.

Coruscant

Ahsoka was resisting the urge to laugh. Ron's lightning hands trick didn't just impart his memories, but part of his arguably twisted personality.

Because watching the Republic fall to pieces should not be this entertaining.

Worlds were either joining the Confederates, Vader's Empire or Jaden's Sith Empire, a large number of Jedi, including members of the council like Luminara Unduli and her apprentice Barriss Offee (Ahsoka bitchslapped and zapped her for the eventual temple bombing incident) while Jocasta Nu was tempted by the sheer amount of knowledge he had, as the Jedi Archives were not complete, as the Kamino incident showed (Jocasta had massive OCD when it came to the Archives.)

Ahsoka took the opportunity to mock her for that once they got back. Again, she blamed that on Pinkerton's personality. Damn, it was like part of her still existed, but then again, Pinkerton just HAD to go and give her everything. Not just select memories, no, he had to be an asshole. Granted, he had Sith Spirits haunting him, which she had memories of. It was similar to Tahiri Velia's problem.

Then there was the little fact with Skyguy's son. She knew who Luke was. The only problem was whether or not she told Anakin. Of COURSE, she felt like being an ass and telling him, but her original side prevailed.

"Damn it, why did he have to do that!?" Ahsoka yelled, slamming her head into the transparisteel.

She had her answer; it was rhetorical. He was an asshole, and wasn't in the mood to be nice in briefing them.

NJO Eclipse, Conference room

"… and the Lusankya from the Vong war is here with Wedge Antilles." Ron finished.

Mark's eyes nearly popped out. "Wait. Wedge Antilles."

"Yep."

A massive grin grew across Mark's face and he nearly fell out of his chair in excitement. Revan, Thrawn and Boba Fett may be the other's idols, but Wedge Antilles was every fighter jockey's idol. Mark was very close to fangirling.

"Whoa, calm down there. I know I had the same reaction with Thrawn, but jeez."

Mark took a second to calm down. "Right. So, Vader has a Star Forge with Dominion-grade tech, and the Imperial version of 're right in saying that we'll have to fight Thrawn with Thrawn, but what if we added something else to our side?"

Ron and Boc looked at each other. "Go on."

Mark smiled. "Who was the one person who could face Thrawn? The one person who commanded the Rebellion's armies for decades? The one who basically turned the tide of the Yuuzhan Vong War?"

The two got it at the same time. "Admiral Ackbar."

Mark grinned. "It's a trap." Ron laughed and Boc groaned. "Even at his young age, Ackbar still was a brilliant commander. If we combine their two minds, we could just overcome the New Empire."

"If we can get him on our side. The Republic is falling apart, thank God, and the Quarrens will be more then happy to hide in the ocean depths for all of eternity once the state falls apart. It happened after the Third GCW, it'll happen again."

"While the history lesson as to why the Mon Calamari resettled in Dominion space is nice and all, Ron, we still need Ackbar."

Ron's face turned deadpan. "If we can steer him from his tendency into falling into traps."

Mark snorted while Boc's face said his opinion of the joke. "Then there's the problem of the Force Storms depositing history all over the place. We need to be able to respond to them. If Takeshi was able to feel what was coming, then I should be able to. The Battlehawk's a fast little ship. If I get enough forewarning, I should be able to help them out. If it's something dangerous, I'll destroy it. If Vader's already there, at least we have intel. Have you gotten anything from the Centrality? New ships, actions, that sort of thing?"

"Well, do the words Knight Hammer mean anything?"

"Daala? Fuck me, he's got what, two SSDs now?"

"Four, counting the Executor: Iron Fist, Isard's Lusankya and Knight Hammer. Isard's ship was spotted by a trade ship near the Centrality before it jumped to hyperspace. They've also got at least one LSSD and two copies of Crimson Command, plus the blueprints for every Imperial superweapon sans the Suncrusher. That last one's my fault."

"You don't half-ass anything, do you?"

"Tis what I do."

"Well, I got the blueprints for the Battle-class. I'll pass it on and you can use the Star Forge to produce more. They can be fast response-craft we can use when the Vong invade. Also, I need to fix the power problems for the 'Hawk. She seems to be unable to power all of her weapon systems at once."

"Well, we can get that fixed pretty quick. Oh, do you want a LSSD? Jaden and Boc have their own SSDs, and we can produce them pretty easily with the Forge."

Mark shook his head. "Nah. A Vengance would be nice, but a ship that size just isn't my style. I like fast ships. I'm not exactly a adrenaline jockey, but I like the feel of a fast and maneuverable ship." Mark stood up. "I've got plans for a group, but right now I need more people and ships. I've got revised plans for several ships that should help."

Ron stood as well. "Good, we're gonna need them. 'Cause when the shit hits the fan, there's not gonna be much left of this galaxy."

Redemption's Avenger: And we're done! A bit shorter than the last one, but now, Palpy is dead FOR GOOD in a way worthy of Star Wars.

Ron the True Fan: If only my muses would do the same. STAY ON TARGET YOU DAMNED (Censored for R-rated language)

Takeshi Yamato: That's the issue with my muse, too - it can be very, very fickle.

117Jorn: Ditto, been finding a whole lot of series, wanting to do work on them, as well as wanting to continue with other projects but they can't go any further without certain people working on them as well.

RA: Seeing stuff makes me make new ideas! Anyway...

Ja Ne!