Durrel literally went over the Jedi as she tossed him over. Something that he could see as most-embarrasing, provided any of his fellow warriors were watching.

Durrel's head made contact with a rock and it left a dent in his well-designed helmet. He then slid down the rock with his body flipping over it. Then the explosion came, and he saw that the Jedi had cover, but he did not.

The force of the missile shoved him against the rock again, and he slid back down into a normal sitting position. He began to check his body for any wounds from shrapnel. His armor had taken most of the blast, but he noticed a red liquid coming from one of the open parts in the armor. He put a hand there and felt...his sword. He prevented himself from panicking, but the sword was stuck through the side of his body, luckily not piercing any vital organs, and the tip was stuck in the rock behind him.

There was nothing he could do but sit there and wait. To wait for the inevitable. He stared at the Jedi, in her cover, and awaited her to finish the job.




"STAGNANCY!"

The word had caught Garrick completely off-guard.

"We have not been stagnant! We have been gathering our strength for the final war...the great war that will bring about Mandalorian victory!"

Garrick adjusted his weight on the beast.

"Yes! The galaxy will change! But it will change in our favor! We will be the feared ones once more!"

Garrick, in a midst of anger, looked up at the sky, and something up there made his eyes go wide in surprise.




"Admiral Velerc destination reached, we count several Republic ships in the vicinity. Not enough for our Super-Star destroyer, though. Should we commence the attack?"

Velerc nodded, "Prepare plan Alpha B 7, it will take them off guard. Deploy all squadron and tell them to attack key points: Engines, shields, hangars. Leave none."

The ensign in his gray uniform saluted and began to shout orders.

"Starboard and port batteries, warm up your cannons!"

Shouts of and cheers filled the bridge, and Velerc smiled at his men's eagerness to kill. He walked to the bridge scanner and began a planet-wide scan for his targets.



Durrel looked up in his pain and saw the distinct dagger shape of a Super-Star Destroyer. Fear filled his mind and he hoped the Jedi could sense it, he would need their help in the coming struggle.

Matton watched the explosion. He saw the Mandalorian sitting against the rock bleeding out but he didn't see Jun-la. He felt as if he had been winded, finding it hard to breathe. Though he was reluctant to admit it, he had feelings for the Jedi and it grieved him that she may have died. When his eyes rounded on the Mandalorian, it quickly turned to anger. He marched up, blaster in hand and ready to fire a killing shot. He said, A life for a life," and raised it.

"Leave him," a voice said.

Matton thought tricks were being playing on him. He kept his blaster raised.

"Matton," and a hand touched his arm.

He looked to see Jun-la, alive and dirty from the earth that she had taken refuge in. She exerted force to make him lower his blaster and looked at the Mandalorian bleeding out., She said, "You have fought with honor. Are you one who would rather die than admit defeat or will you lay down your sword and acknowledge your feats?"

She had sensed the ships breaking through the atmosphere and wanted to know if they had another ally with them. She looked at the Mandalorian with a firm look unaware that there was a strange light in her eyes.

*********

Andros let out a great laugh upon hearing the prisoner's response. Alkйa looked at him curiously as did everyone else except Tiye. She had been surveying the skies and could see that somethign was amiss. She was called back when Andros replied, "A great war? There is nothing more amusing than to hear a contradiction as that." He then narrowed his eyes, "Wars make not one great nor are they great. Only pitiful excuses to how who has the bigger gun."

**********

The Shreyite was jabbering again and the BElosian was listening in order to translate. Andros was listenign as well as watching. Though he couldn't understand a word that was said, he could tell that the Shreyite was annoyed or being adamant about something. He noticed that the Shreyite was waving something that looked like a lightsaber crystal. It was the Belosian who translated, "He says that one is not being honest. Truth must bear light if a solution is to be made." Even the Belosian looked confused at that.

Andros looked at Kallas and asked, "If there is someone not being honest then how are we to know?"

"I suppose we can't." Kalla suggested. "How would they know at all if someone's being dishonest?" Andorra asked, trying to cover her tracks. It was the only way she could be sure her mother would return alive.

Komad remembered that Andros had fought in both the Great Droid War and the Resurrection War, and that he would know that better than any of them. "Although, sometimes we're too preoccupied fighting for our lives to realise that." He commented.

Durrel coughed and adjusted his position around the sword in his side.

"You've...," he coughed again, "...been found the more honorable victor. For that, this fight will be remembered, you are definately of the Mand'oa in my heart."

Durrel looked at the sword in his side once again, "If it may be alright, I would like to keep the blade. But to demonstrate that you have won, I must give you something of honor."

He grabbed the small black cloth hanging from his right shoulder. He pulled hard until he heard the distinct snap of it leaving the epaulet. He offered it to the Jedi, what he was offering, though, was a kama, something of great honor to a Mandalorian. And Durrel knew that the Jedi had earned it.

"I salute you, vode. Su'cuy.

The fighting in the background suddenly became a distant sound as Durrel also knew that he was loosing blood.

'But I fear that the bigger battle is only beginning."

He looked up at the ship above.



Garrick cocked an eyebrow in surprise at the man.

"I don't see humour in what I said, but then, you are some sort of force-user, so you could just be a weirdie."

Garrick smiled and looked up at the distinct shape of a Super-Star destroyer.

"But now isn't the time for humour, open the jammer, I need to get a message through to my fleet. If you need a reason, look up."

Garrick tried his best to break through the jammed comm system to reach Barek. Garrick didn't like his captors for obvious reason, but he liked them more than the Sith. And the Sith certainly didn't like him. Luckily, if he could contact Barek, his fleet could destroy the Star-Destroyer on whim, especially with their new found super-weapon. But that must remain a secret until later.

Garrick looked at his captors, he needed that comm open.

Komad looked up to see the Super Star Destroyer looming above them. "He has a point. I doubt the New Empire is on good terms with the Mandalorians, and the Mandalorians will probably be well armed." He suggested. Then he looked to his sister. "How soon until reinforcements from the Republic arrive?" He asked her. Three Republic Star Destroyers bombarding that thing from above would destroy it in no time, especially if the ship was focusing its defenses on below.

Andros knew that every differed on their perspectives of war. He answered the prisoner, "Strange my ideas are but when you have been through three wars, you learn something."

Alkéa had been surveying the skies and when her brother asked her the question she said, "No ETA. They are already here. Gieph is somewhere around here using what he can and Rogue Squadron is with the Amaterasu fleet in high orbit. Element of suprise."

The Amaterasu fleet was the best fleet of the Avalonian system. They were composed of soldiers who exalted themselves at the highest levels of Bushida. Cream of the crop as it were and respected as well as the Heart of the Guardian.

It was a suprise that Alkéa knew the secret but as Andros once said, they understood each other. It was more of a mutual agreement over grief and such and they understood the power being great sacrifice.

**********

Jun-la held out her hand and let the Mandalorian give her the kama. She recalled her father saying that true intentions can be found on a battlefield but honor is found in humbleness. "I accept with honor." Jun-la sheathed Sanglumina and knelt to take a look at the Manadlorian's wound. She looked up at the sky and said, "We have a some time but not much. Amshrey hides its secrets. Can you stand?"

**********

The Belosian shook his head not understanding it. Then the Shreyite jabered again and he translated, "He said that much can be read with what isn't seen." It was confusing but then he didn't know that an aura reader was relaying the information to the Shreyites. They were rare and the most well known was the Lady Ashira, mother of son of two Jedi. It didn't dawn on him that an aura reader was there and trying to get the girl to tell the truth before she hurt those that cared.

Garrick felt hopeless.

"Please, you must open the comm! I must contact my fleet, they can help! Is there anything I can do to convince you that this is of top priority! Your forces cannot face them alone!"

Garrick began using his helmet's controls to try to manually override the jammer. He needed to get word to his fleet, his men would need extraction if they still fought, and the Super-Star Destroyer above didn't look merciful.

He looked around at his captor's,"Is there nothing I can do to redeem my people!"



Durrel coughed again, he tasted something foul in his mouth.

"I don't know, but I think I can..."

He braced himself the best he could to stand, but the blade was still embedded in the rock. He looked back at the blade sticking through his back. He only had one decision, he had to break the blade somehow, but he knew how to do that. He activated a small blade with a tweaked hook-like edge. He placed on the blade behind him and quickly turned it, and he heard the distinct snap fo the blade breaking. He tried to stand again, but the blood loss was making him dizzy. Not to mention on how surprised he was at the Jedi's kindness, he thought she was going to finish him.

Perhaps the honorable still live... he thought.



"Admiral Velerc!" said the gray-uniformed ensign.

"Ensign, what is it you bother me with now?"

The ensign stopped his fast stride momentarily in fear, he then straightened up.

"Admiral, scanners report possible Republic ship movements near the Nebula, do we have permission to engage?"

Admiral Velerc walked down to the head of the bridge and looked through the viewports. He stared at his men and saw their eagerness for battle.

"We Sith know no friends, destroy anything and everything. Batteries up!! We have a battle to fight!"

A cry of joy arose from the crew as Admiral Velerc left the gray bridge for his private quarters. He was going to send a report to his immediate superior: Dar Bodonawieedo.

Andros raised his brow and looked at the prisoner intently. Though he couldn't see into the prisoner's eyes, he could see the soul, well the aura. He gave a shrill whistle. Out of the bush came Republic soldiers, Belosians and shreyites. At their head was none other than Gieph. He said, "Perhaps a secure channel. There are eyes everywhere even though Amshrey hides her secrets well."

**********

Jun-la studied how the Mandalorian broke the sword and tried to stand. She looked at Matton for help but he gave none, preferring to scowl. It was then she spotted Tonatius and Tulre who came running from wherever they were. Her brother had a scratch over his left brow and Tonatius had one on his right. She said, "We need to get into the bush and regroup. Our party will be waiting."

Tonatius ran past his half and scowled at him. He then peered at the wound and said, "I have to pull it out and we'll use your lightsaber to cauterize." He had spoken in Avalonian giving his honest opinion.

Jun-la nodded and said to the Mandalorian, "We can pull it out but it will be great pain." She didn't ask the question for it was in her statement.

Garrick looked at the Republic troops. He hated them, but they'd definately be of help, and perhaps the age long grudges could be settled, but that would have to wait.

"Yes, a secure channel would be appreciated. That can keep the secrecy of this area."

Garrick looked around again and hoped that his fate wouldn't be that of a prisoner at this point.



Durrel looked at the Jedi.

"Well, it's better than dying." He said.

He then transmitted an order across his comm system to his men: cease fire, remain at ease.

He looked at he Jedi again, "Can you order your troops to stand down, we may need a truce, judging the situation."

Durrel let out a slow breath and prepared for the painful removal of the sword. He would live through it, though, Mandalorians could get through anything.

(@JM12: Out of curiosity, where's Tonatius right now? Want me to reprise the role of Gieph then?
@All: I've uploaded the text crawl for Part I on youtube. Check it out!)
"I'm sorry, I had no choice. He told me my mother would die if I didn't give him what he wanted." Andorra told them. "Please tell me you don't mean Darth Virul." Kalla responded, but Andorra's silence confirmed what she feared. "I can't believe this. I know what he's capable of, and if you give him whatever this is, your mother will suffer a fate far worse than death. What did he want from you anyway?" She then asked. "Tactical data. Kalla, I-" Andorra tried to explain herself, but Kalla wouldn't listen. "Don't talk to me. Do you have any idea how many people might have died because of you?" Kalla responded, furious with Andorra for lying to her.

((Tonatius stayed with Jun-la and is helping her. Yeah we could bring back Gieph since it was at Andros' instigation that he return))

It was Tulre who barked an order in Avalonian. The Shreyites and Belosians ceased and began to regroup. It was an amazing sight to see such a concerted effort.

Tonatius took a firm grip on the sword and nodded to Jun-la who held her lightsaber ignited and ready. With a strong hand, Tonatius yanked the sword out and as quick as a flash, Jun-la used her lightsaber to cauterize the wound. The Avalonina swrinkled their noses at the scent of burnt flesh and muttered phrases under their breaths.

Jun-la frowned as she withdrew her saber and deactivated it.she looked as if she had been struck by a vision as she watched Tonatius do what he could. They needed to get to the outpost soon. She looked up at the sky to watch the dreadnoughts pass over them.

**********

Andros looked at his sister and Andorra. He knew this was hard on them both but they couldn't just stand here bickering. He wondered what his master would do and tried his best, "Kal, you really can't blame her for doing what she thought best."

Neither Kalla nor Andorra knew what to say. Kalla remembered that Andros had somehow managed to sleep through when Darth Virul had attacked their home on Coruscant and out of anyone in the family, he would know the least about him. She realised she would have to explain the threat Virul posed to both of them. "Let me explain a few things about Darth Virul. When he dies, his spirit is able to take over the body of another. Over time, the host's mind deteriorates, until there is nothing left, and it's only Virul in there. Jedi Training will help you to be able to resist, even reject him, but even that it's extremely difficult. My aunt Alkéa was the first victim of this, and she might be the only one to have survived." She told her brother and Andorra. "And you think that he's planning taking over my mother?" Andorra asked. "Yes." Kalla replied, still somewhat angry with her. "Think about the damage he could do if people thought he was the Governor of Avalon."

"We've managed to rig our transmitters to check for frequencies used by the New Empire, and automatically avoid them. With that, we should be able to send a transmission to your friends in orbit." Gieph replied.

Garrick nodded at the Republic soldier.

"Then there is no time to lose, get these binders off and I'll have my fleet up with you in the battle."

Garrick tried getting off the large beast. He couldn't help but smile as he thought of his brother coming to help the Republic fleet. He chuckled to himself on the thought of Barek's surpise.




Luckily the Jedi and her companions moved fast, Durrel didn't even have much time to notice the sword wrenched from his gut. But that didn't help the pain. White-hot pain coursed through his body everytime he moved. He had managed to stay quiet about it, and he felt that he had somehow conquered the pain, but it was hard to hold up the front. He'd have to contact the medic for a blood transfer, that is if they were going into battle soon.

Durrel nodded to the Jedi's companions as they worked, he had to admit, he was again impressed at the Jedi's abilities. He looked up at the Super-Star Destroyer above in the sky. He frowned and turned, holding back a pained expression and began slowly walking towards Krek and his men.

Durrel looked back at the Jedi, "I thank you. You are honorable in your ways, I believe that I have learned something from you, your name will be forever remembered in my clan for your actions. If there is anything I can do..."

He looked closer at the Jedi's face, and he could tell from her expression, something was wrong.

Holding his side and still in slight shock from the Jedi's kindness, his own words took him by surprise.

"Are you alright, Jedi?"





Krek cursed under his breath.

"Shabuir, there are Sith here, and the Captain has called an order I doubt many will take easily."

A Mandalorian in red armor named Jax walked up to Krek, eyeing the Avalonian soldiers as he did.

"Durrel knows what he's doing, he always has what is best in mind for the clan, keep your trust."

Krek nodded and sighed, refraining from any more rebellious thoughts.

"He has led us this far, there is no reason he would give us a foul order...Mand'alor protect us."

Krek looked at Captain Durrel who was on the ridge, he was wounded, but to Krek's surprise, the Jedi had helped.

"Well, I'll be..." Krek said. Something caught his eye in the Avalonian lines.

He hefted his blaster.

"Jax, look." He pointed at someone in the Avalonian group.
Jax's soothing tone changed to anger, "Turncoats."

The two men began staring down the Mandalorians with the Avalonian army.




Admiral Velerc walked into a small, dark, circular room that had a pedestal erected in the center. He stood at attention on top of the pedestal and pressed a small button on his belt. A blue hologram of the Sith Lord Bodonawieedo.

Velerc bowed quickly," My Lord, I bring news from the front."

Dar nodded, "Admiral, wht news do you have?"

Velerc bowed a tad lower, "Our sources have reported a sighting of the Jedi know as Komad Kaltas. We are above his planet as we speak, what are your orders?"

For a moment, the Sith looked genuinely bewildered.

"Do what you think is best in this situation, Admiral. Do not fail me as you did at Telos. You know the consequences."

Velerc smiled, but when the memory of the failed Telos defense, his heart was filled with fear.

"Yes, My Lord."

The hologram disappeared and Velerc stood.

"I will not fail."



Bodonawieedo walked slowly away from the stormtrooper comm center.

Kaltas, thought Dar, I wonder what you are up to?

Then something came to Dar's mind.

My Sister...she will be there.

Dar smiled and began walking towards the front line of his invasion force.

"Not the point Kal," Andros replied to his sister, "I meant that some things are done with good intentions but the consequences are rarely seen." He saw the look on his sister's face and said, "Don't give me that. Just because I managed to sleep through the whole thing didn't meant that I didn't know he was there."

**********

Jun-la shook the blank look from her face. She assumed the same battlelined face as before and said, "Nothing but I suggest you control your men before they fire without provocation." She motioned towards the Mandalorains with their blasters lifted in a threatening position. She didn't have to look at her soldiers to know that teh tension was high. Still they were disciplined troops and they would follow orders.

She looked up and watched the Star Destroyer fly overhead. It didn't send fire down. The jungle forests of Amshrey took care of that. Still she sensed something. She said to her companions, "Familiarity is on board."

Matton and Tonatius had no idea what she was talking about but Tulre understood. He then said in Avalonian, "Rivers must flow to where it came." It was the order to retreat to the base that Andorra and the others were going. He then asked the Mandalorian, "Care to join us? We have medics."

Durrel turned toward the man speaking.

"Are you suggesting retreat?"

Durrel's Mandalorian pride shook a bit, he then looked at the Star Destroyer above and his common sense came back.

"We will follow. I now must tend to my men."

Durrel activated the cross-comm.

"Lieutenant Krek! Stand down, report!"

Durrel saw Krek put down his weapon hesitantly, but he obeyed.

"Captain Durrel, casualties are light, some out 10 men lost, 14 wounded, none missing. Inlicted casualties rank somewhere inbetween fifty and sixty. I'd say a decisive victory. What are our orders?"

Durrel took a breath while holding his side, "We're retreating with the Avalonians. I've got a feeling they have some sort of base around here. It'll definately be safer then out in the open. Get the men ready and don't get engaged in unneeded combat, we're under a truce order."

Durrel saw Krek nod, "Yes, sir."

Durrel turned back to the Jedi, "Whenever you're forces are ready."

Durrel knew better from his years of experience than to listen to the Jedi's iron-faced defense. Observation means everything when examining feelings. Durrel decided to leave the matter closed for now. There were better things to do.

"Well, a medic would be nice, ready to move?"



Krek shook his head and holstered his blaster, the rest of the battalion followed suite.

"Sergeant Jax, let's get these men into a combat column, we'll be moving soon. Prepare for Flank speed."

Jax hesitantly took his angered-filled eyes off the Mandalorian turncoats and started shouting orders.

"MAND'OA SHU'ILE VIR'NAC PO-TANAR!"

The Mandalorian elites quickly moved into a column file and started marching toward Durrel's position.





"Admiral Velerc, you're orders?" said the Ensign.

Velerc moved out of his private thoughts and back into the real world.

"How many invasion troops are stored aboard currently?"

The Ensign nodded and talked to one of the men in the command trenches. He walked back and straightened back into attention.

'We're at a high sir, 500,000 regular troops, 3 battalions of heavy armor, 6 squadrons of Tie Aces, 6 squadrons of Tie bombers, and 2 battalions of Engineers."

Velerc nodded, "Send down a third of them, orders are to take prisoners and destroy settlements. See if you can contact high command, we can take a planet today, if needed. Also, fleet orders, engage Republic ships, prepare for broadside on the nearest capital ship."

The Ensign saluted and went about his orders.


Outside the Super-Star destroyer Murderous One, landing craft have been deployed and are heading off towards key locations all over the planet of Amshrey.

"You're right. Andorra, I have no way of knowing what you're going through, but know that you have my sympathy." Kalla replied, kissing Andorra to show that she forgave her. "Since you have that transmitter, I think I have an idea on how we can rescue the governor, but we'll need to get back to the city." Andorra was curious about Kalla's plan. "Couldn't Virul kill her in that time?" She asked. "He has no intention of killing her. He can't possess a corpse." Kalla explained.

"Make it quick." Gieph replied, undoing Garrick's binders.

Garrick hopped off the creature and smiled happily as the binders off. He checked the comm system and secured a link. He then looked at his captor's truimphantly.

Barek's signal registered.

"Brother, I'm going to need your fleet..."

"Retreat is not suggested," Matton retorted. Then under his breath, "Stupid Mandalorian." He was given a hard elbow by Jun-la who had yanked the Mandalorian to his feet.

Jun-la looked at all the warriors. She said something in her language and then reverted her gaze to the Mandalorians She asked, "Will they follow an order or do I have to relay them to you?"

Tulre had reverted to looking at the sky. "Time is running short."

**********

Tiye watched the smile appear on the Manadlorian's face. She glared and said, "It is wise not to turn round on the leash." It was a warning yet Andros did not try to rebuke her.

Durrel eyed the man who had insulted him, that man had used a lot of spirit, but in the wrong way. Durrel knew that Mandalorians would not waste time on such insults, unless they were worth it.

Durrel brushed the insult off, "If I tell them to follow your orders, they will follow without problem, though they may hesitate. They are wise soldiers."

He immediatley transmitted the order of the change of command.

He nodded to the Jedi, "Give them the order."



Krek couldn't believe what he'd just seen. The HUD registered the Jedi as the new commander, why? Krek didn't know.

"Lieutenant, don't worry about the Captain, he knows what he's doing." Said Jax.

Krek nodded and prepared for his new orders.



Garrick stared back at the Mandalorian/Avalonian women. He then turned back to his comm, letting the saying roll off his back.

"Barek? You there."

"GARRICK! You alright!"

"Yep, but listen, I'm going to need the full fleet orbiting the planet as quickly as possible. The Sith have arrived."

"The Sith? But Garrick, we can't reveal ourselves to them yet? We must..."

"Barek, there is only one ship, a super-capital ship, we can take it if we move fast."

"Alright, Garrick, I'll trust you, ETA one hour at most."


Garrick shut off the comm and thanked the Republic soldier.

"The Fleet will be here soon, they can finish the battle easily."

He turned to his captor's and did a small bow mockingly. He hated being a prisoner, so he thought it best if he managed to spite them a little.

"I sense something, a presence I've not felt since ... it can't be." Komad commented. "How many ground to space turrets are still functioning?" He asked. Every bit would help against that Star Destroyer. He wondered if his sister or his brother-in-law would recognise the presence aboard that Super Star Destroyer.

"If you mean cannons pointed into space, there are none around Mando'a," Tiye replied, "Yet there are some left over 4000 years ago and for the strangest of reasons are still functioning. Few venture there." She looked at Andros with caution in her eyes.

Andros knew what Tiye was talking about. He had been there once and was rather reluctant to go again. It was not that far from here but why risk the chance. He knew the others would be susceptible to it as well especially those with pain in their hearts. "Few venture yes," he mutteres absently.

**********

Jun-la sid, "Fall back to the coordinates you are being sent." She then nodded to Tulre who sent the coordinates out to every man.

Jun-la looked for her cousin Tahl who managed to procure a speeder. With a deliberate strength she did not feel, she flung the injured Mandalorian into the back and leaped on. THe others followed. It was Tahl who said, "Hang on. Bumpy ride."

Durrel nodded an affirmative as the retreat began.

He then looked back up at th Super Star Destroyer.

We'll be back, Sith scum, and you will know why the Mandalorians are feared, Durrel thought to himself. He then looked at his troops who had begun a fast march to the coordinates. He couldn't help but feel extremely thankful that they had the utmost faith in their leaders and cause.

That will do well in the coming struggle.




Garrick looked at his captor's faces in bewilderment.

"Why would we need those cannons, the fleet is more than..."

He looked at the ship above again. He zoomed the lenses of his helmet on a small symbol on the bottom of the ship. A symbol well known in the annals of space battle history.

A Black Skull.

"The Murderous One."

Garrick knew why they needed the cannons now.

He looked at his captor's once again.

"We need those cannons, every little thing committed against the enemy will help."

Garrick suddenly regretted and with great remorse, being arrogant to his captor's. This would be a very pivotal battle, and allies would help.



Krek recieved the coordinates as did everyone else.

"Okay, fast march, double time!"

Krek moved over to one of the wounded Mandalorians and brought his hand aroun his shoulder and hoisted him to his feet.

"Help the wounded and watch your backs! Who knows what surprises await us."

Jax grabbed another wounded soldier, Republic or Mandalorian, or Avalonian for that matter. They were all moving together, no time for prejudice. The troops began moving as fast they could towards their destination.

Andros looked at Tiye who looked at Komad and asked, "Are you willing to risk that what you are?"

It was a loaded question considering that they knew what it was but they weren't sure if Komad was willing. Andros was reluctant to bring others in where harm could come but he knew that the choice was theirs alone to make.

Garrick looked at his captor's faces, awaiting a response.

"Whoever goes, I will go with them. This mission is extremely important."

Garrick looked at the Jedi Komad again, waiting for a response.

"I'm willing. It wouldn't be the first time I've brought down a Star Destroyer." Komad replied. "Who's with me? I'll need someone who knows the area." He added. "I'm not familiar with that part of the planet, but I'll go with you. And Komad, it's good to see you again." Gieph spoke up. "Likewise." Komad replied.

"What is your plan, anyway?" Andorra asked Kalla, trailing behind the group along with Andros. "If we can get back to Mando'a and send that transmission, we can triangulate the return signal and get coordinates to where your mother is being held. I know it's risky, but there's no other way." Kalla explained, hoping Andorra would approve. "I agree." She replied.

Andros sighed and gave a slight shake of the his head. They were going into the layer of the beast. He said, "Then we have no time to lose," and gave a shrill whistle that echoed eerily throughout the forest.

The response was an answering shrillness that became louder with a thundering of hooves. The leader was pure black with tawny colored eyes. The others were a mixture of creams, browns and blacks. Andros walked up to the leader who nuzzled him affectionately. He said, "Saluki stallions. Fastest of known carrier beasts and will be able to get us across the river and up the mountain." He stroked the stallion's nose and added, "Wonderful things the stallions can do: carry immense loads, extremely loyal and are said to have healing powers." He glanced at his companions before swinging up onto the black one.

Alkéa, not to be outdone by an old friend selected a tawny colored one and swung up astride. She grinned at her brother, "Come now Brother. You rode a kataran beast." There was teasing and a dare in it. As much as war was terrible, Alkéa liked a challenge and was ready for anything.

Tiye fluidly straddled a brown one with white feet. "We must go quickly and be across the river before dark." She then barked orders for her men there to take charge of the kataran beasts.

"For Clan Ordo!" They shouted, "For Mandalore!"

Andros gave a slight tug on the mane of his stallion to turn around towards the ruins. In his warrior's cry he called, "Kasam m'tale!," and he took off at a gallop with Tiye following close behind.

**********

The speeder was much quicker than by foot and they were at the camp before long. Jun-la noticed the group waiting outside and figured that the aura reader noticed one not being honest just as Tulre had. Before the speeder even stopped, she was out of it and striding towards the waiting group. She overheard the plan and Kalla's response. She said, "Not a good idea. Mando'a will be crawling with the enemy by now if they manage to land their oversize bulks." She had said it as if implying they were fat.

She walked up towards Andorra and gently said in a low voice, "I was hoping you would be more honest around someone who cared rather than those who are your guard. I was right."

Garrick smiled as the Mandalorians of Clan Ordo still showed their true warrior spirit.
He knew that not all ties to their heritage had been cut, spirit in battle would always lead to victory.

Garrick remained quiet as he hopped onto a nearby beast and joined the journey to whatever weapons that would help his fleet.

"Onward, then." Komad replied, mounting one of the brown ones. Following suit, Gieph mounted a cream coloured one. Their beasts soon after started following Andros and Tiye through the dense forest.

"It was better this way. How was I supposed to know about what Darth Virul's capable of?" Andorra rhetorically asked Jun-la. "Kalla knew, but practically though firsthand experience."

"Most all of us know but he is not as terrible as the master who rules all," Jun-la whispered, "Still we will find a way to find your mother. She is my tante." She gave a gentle smile and stood back to call out, "Auror Reader, no deception is here."

The Shreyites began to jabber and motion for the group to enter. Tahl, said, "We will regroup. As planned the squad will be moving towards the ruins."

"As long as we have a ship and a way to triangulate the origin of the return signal, we should be able to find her. Though we'd have to move fast once we know where to go." Kalla commented. "I know there's a huge risk involved, but it might be the only way. We have no leads as to where she was taken."

As the group rode to the ruins, Komad felt the need to ask, "Tell me more about these ruins. I want to know what we're getting into here."

Durrel tried to get into a better position on the speeder. Something caught his mind and he looked to the Jedi.

"Where exactly is this hidden base of yours?"




Something hit Garrick's mind as Komad asked his question. Komad was right, they had no proper intel on the area, and from the sounds of it, the area had some sort of hidden and quiet danger to it. The most dangerous of all.

Wrath shook his head slightly and laughed.

"Lie to a sith lord!?!? You actually think I could get away with that?!?! Well I see you've made your choice master jedi." Wrath ignited his saber at his last sentence. "Now all you have to do is fight me to do so."

Admiral Velerc stood as still as a statue as he stared out upon the planet below. The Ensign approached.


"Admiral, are we to engage the ships in orbit near us, sir?"

Velerc didn't move as he spoke.

"Engage. Send out all squadrons and order the destruction of all key points. Make it as quickly as possible, put their fleet into shock. Oh, and status report of the invasion force."

The Ensign nodded, "Admiral, the invasion force has been launched at the coordinates of Delta two-niner."

The Ensign pointed to a clearing on the holomap. The clearing would be approximately 3 miles from Komad's possible location, there were no confirmations exactly. Velerc could spy from his position the small dark dots that made up the large invasion force.

The Ensign continued, "Admiral, they are still in orbit, but they may be suceptable to fire from the surface. It will take a while for their descent."

Velerc smiled, "If I remember Amshrey correctly, I wouldn't expect there to be any turbo-lasers or heavier cannons on the surface. But, you never know, expect something, I don't know what. Get the force landed as soon as possible, Ensign."

The young officer saluted and moved quickly to obey his orders. Velerc watched silently as his ship and its fighters moved into battle formation.

Andros didn't know where to begin but he had to let Komad see the danger they faced. "Amshrey holds many secrets, some as old as the days before the Republic. Where we go is where the last battle fought for Avalon was fought. In space and on land. These ruins we seek are what remains of the fortress of the Blood King."

Alkéa had been silent but she said, "I remember this. Kirabaros was said to have triumphed over death itself when he faced him."

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"Right now we need to come up with a plan," Matton said to the little party as they made their way into the Shreyite enclave.

"We also need to recuperate Cousin," Tonatius added, "It will do us no good should we attempt a rescue at half strength."

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"Why should you not lie?" Greea posed. "Lies, deceit, creating mistrust are your ways. Use them to your advantage." It was a gamble and she took it hoping the intruder would leave her be.

Garrick steadied himself on the large beast as he listened.

"Obviously, there is something deep at work here, something ancient, and if I hear you correctly, definately evil."

Garrick didn't particularily like that combination of words, from past experiences. Mandalorian mandate, typically, didn't recommend disturbing ancient sites, accept in the most desperate of situations. This counted and Garrick brushed away the deep fears of such an ancient battleground.


Durrel tried his best to hop out of the speeder.

"My forces are at your disposal, do not waste them. We are among the best the clans have to offer. Let me know if any help is needed."

Durrel smiled at that last bit. He knew that the Avalonians needed his help, and they would definately lend it in payment of their debt of honor. Durrel looked at the enclave and began assessing defensible positions as his men made it into the clearing near the enclave.

"The same Blood King we're fighting now? That can't be good." Komad commented. He understood Garrick's hesitance at the prospect of going further. Kalla Vel had taught him not only of the ways of the Force, but also much of Mandalorian culture, including the language. "Think of the fame you will claim among the clans by vanquishing the ancient evils within the ruins." He said to Garrick, speaking perfect Mando'a.

"Even if the New Empire needs the Governor alive, she's still in great danger. I'm fairly certain Darth Virul would have to break her will before he can attempt to take over her mind." Kalla pointed out. "If all else fails, he might even find a way to preserve her memories and use them to his advantage."

Garrick was once again completely and utterly surprised by the Jedi. He knew that there were Mandalorians on his side, and that he probably had a former Mandalorian friend or master, but this was unexpected. Everytime he thought he could read his former captors, they showed something of their personalities that made everything confusing. This was definately one of those things.

Garrick quickly responded back in his native Mando'a, "Even Mandalorians know when to be cautious, do not think that we would rush into every situation just for glory..."

Garrick knew though, that this battle, if there should be one at this ancient place, would be great.

"Of course. True warriors know the difference between bravery and stupidity." Komad replied, still speaking Mando'a. Ironically, he knew of an instance in which that was exactly what the Mandalorians had done. It was thousands of years ago, but he knew the tales of the Mandalorian Wars. His ancestor's significant involvement had led to his fall to the Dark Side, his loss of identity, and his eventual redemption. Some referred to the tale as the Legend of Revan.

Garrick shuddered as he remembered past instances of overzealous attacks, and their horrible results.

"Yes, true warriors know the difference. I advise that we should move carefully through this place you speak of."

Garrick remembered numerous times in his clan's history of foolish attacks that had no hope. These things had happened for thousands of years, starting with Garrick's ancestor, Mand'alor the Ultimate. Garrick remembered a few of his own experiences as well.

"Memories he will use yes," Jun-la replied, "Kill her and claim her...no. The very heart of darkness seeks the very heart of the light."

"So you are saying that the governor is more or less collateral damage?" Matton asked aware taht a strange calm had undertook Jun-la.

"Virul is only strong as he is weak." Jun-la eyed her audience intently.

Tulre had felt the same stirrings within his twin and continued, "He is an agent of evil but not evil itself."

"More like embodiers of the Force?" Andros was confused and looked to his sister. "Is that possible Kal?"

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It was Tiye who spoke in the language of her people. The blend of Avalonian and Mando'a was rather harmonious, a contradiction given the nature and culture of Mandalorians, "These ruins was where the Light of the Force triumphed over the physical manifestion of his enemy. The Blood King is the name we call him. This Virul you spoke of is his agent along with Tyrannus, loyal family line of evil and some members given the honor of letting the Blood King reside in them."

"Yes," Andros added in the same language, "Evil must coexist in this galaxy but the Blood King desires rule. To let him would destroy us all. The ruins are over 4,000 years old. There my ancestor, Kirabaros, fought and triumphed." He looked at the ruins and studied them for a long time. In his mind's eye he could just about see what they had looked like when his ancestor traveled there alone on a stallion to confront his enemy.

Durrel stood quietly, listening to the conversation. From the Jedi's words, he knew that in the next fight he'd need some help from one of the men. But not just a regular grunt, he would need someone who's wisdom and battle experience was legendary. That soldier would be able to help.

Durrel spoke, "Jedi, with permission, would I be able to summon one of my men to this planning session? A Mandalorian Knight, to be exact."

(I sort've created this type of Mandalorian, they are like Samurai in a way)


Garrick looked at the ruins, and he couldn't help but have an ominous feeling as he looked at them. He listened to his captor's Mandalorian and Avalonian words carefully. Somehow, he was able to understand it.

He spoke again in Mandalorian, "If this place is near four-thousand years old, than this would range back to my people's first leader, Mand'alor the Indomitable. I wonder if there are any connections...."

Garrick activated one of his helmet's scanners and tried his best to read the ruins.

"Embody the Force? One could say that is what all Force users do." Kalla replied, speaking in a somewhat philosophical manner. Truthfully she didn't know, but was open to the possibility. She hoped Jun-la was right. Of course, either way of looking at the situation carried massive risk.

Komad stepped off his mount and looked at the ruins before him. "The Dark Side is strong in this place." He commented, keeping his hands close to his lightsabers. "There is much danger beyond those doors, but it stems from nothing that lives."

"Evil exists but does not live," Andros replied. He looked at the ruins again with a sort of apprehensive on his face. It was then that he noticed something in the shadows. Not hearing his Mandalorian companion, he raced towards the shadows.

Once there, he jumped off his stallion and barked in the warrior tongue, "Who goes there?"

Mist seemed to form but then cleared away revealing an old man. His eyes looked white like the Jedi witch he had seen once. The old man was wearing robes like the ancient masters. He said, "You have come to the ancient ruins. Why?"

"To defeat the one called the Blood King," Andros replied.

The old man looked at Andros and then at his companions not that far away. He then replied, "You do not have the ability to save the realms of honor. You are the son of two Jedi but you have fought your great battle."

"A person fights when he is called to do so," Andros replied.

"And you have," the old man replied, "But the two champions of the Light and Dark must meet. In order for the worlds to be balanced, they must fight. The Three Lines must fight. Half of one line you have with you."

"We know this," Andros replied.

"But ready you are not," the old man thundered. Electricity seemed to charge the air as he spoke. "Come within to learn of santou, all of you. Your fleet will be warned from within."

Andros looked at his companions. To the Mandalorian he asked, "Do you have contact?"

********

"Maybe she refers to the idea of someone with the highest concetratin of midichlorians?" Andros answered his sister. He was not sure whether or not to mention that he heard of somthing similar in an old legend. Instead he kept quiet while the Manadlorian offered a suggestion.

"Any help is appreciated," Tonatius replied to the Mandalorian much to his other half's scoffing.

"Yes," Jun-la agreed, "They will find the governor but we all must train in santou." She knew it would be difficult to explain so she tried, "Santou is the warrior word for combat. It comes from the myth of Miako, from where the first of my people come from. Most of the techniques learned in Bushida are from that but there are instances when the rules of nature can be broken. It is said to come from within."

Garrick watched the old man carefully. His wrist-rockets were ready in case anything should happen. But Garrick didn't think that this old man posed much of that threat. Garrick blinked twice in his helmet, summoning up a comm screen, and a direct link to the fleet.

"Yes, I have contact. What do you need?" Garrick responded to the man. Garrick awaited the response and stared quietly at the old man.



Durrel did a small bow to the Jedi as affirmative and stepped out of the Enclave and did a small hand signal. He switched the comm on.

"Lieutenant Krek, send up Kajumo, the Knight."

"Yes sir, right away, sir."

Durrel could see Krek sending out hand signals. A Mandalorian in elaborately painted unique Mandalorian armor began sprinting to Durrel's position. The knight was armed with the regular Mandalorian wrist launchers, and two special Katana like swords.

The Knight was quick in getting to Durrel.

"My presence was required, sir?"

"Follow me, Kajumo, I need your strategic wisdom here."

The Knight nodded and followed Durrel into the Enclave.

Durrel waved a hand toward Kajumo and introduced him to the Jedi and her companions.

"This is Kajumo, Mandalorian knight and tactician. He may be able to provide any military tactics or wisdom in this planning session."

Durrel turned back and nodded at Kajumo who was relaxing and holding his sheathed blades.

The old man said, "Tell him to send a message to your fleet and his. You know that this world needs a defense."

If Andros had been younger, he would have rolled his eyes in annoyance. It still irked though and he said, "Do as we planned. Contact the fleet." To Komad he asked, "SHould we continue to go into the ruins?"

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Jun-la eyed the Mandalorian as well as Matton but more in the manner as if judging his fighting ability. She asked, "Do you know of chimeiteki no sentou?"

Andros kept quiet but he couldn't help but feel confused. His master was actually talking of fairy tales and old stories. They needed a plan of action, not stories! He nudged his sister and whispered, "I think the battle got to my master. She speaks of old stories and myths."

Garrick nodded and began keying in the fleet. He sent out to "pings," as fleet commanders called it, the signal for the assualt, or rather, the defense. Barek would be quick and effecient, as he always was. Garrick looked back at the group. He was sure that they were as uncomfortable at the presence of the old man as he was. There was something eerie and dark about the old man. Something ancient.

"The fleet is on its way. My Brother will be quick. What should we do now?"



Durrel and Kajumo both shook their heads as the Jedi spoke to them.

Kajumo spoke first, "We have not heard of this tale, or at least the name. We would be honored to be told this tale, though."

Kajumo's head twitched as he heard a small whisper that caught his attention. Unknown to even Durrel and many Mandalorians, Kajumo was force-sensitive.

"Any information would be appreciated, whether they be ancient tales or not, everything shared here will be of use."

Durrel nodded an agreement as Kajumo spoke. The Knight had been through many similar situations, his experience was obviously showing.

"Yes, of course." Komad replied, walking towards the doors. "I am one of the Line of the Warrior Returning Home. Open the doors." He told the old man.

"Possibly. When you mentioned midi-chlorians earlier, I remembered something. Isn't mom's midi-chlorian count exceptionally high?" Kalla whispered back to her brother. It was possible that both sides of her family had some part in this.

"Chimeiteki no sentou," Jun-la began,"in the simplest terms means mortal combat. In the more flowery language of our people, it speaks of fighting until you have no life, almost like saying to the end.

"It is something that exists within the core of our people ever since the Explorers left the paradise realm of Miako. That's why we are called Explorers on many worlds that we have visited. In any sense, Miako is where our people come from and with us came the Force, the philosophies that later developed the Jedi. All a myth really."

Tulre gave his twin a nudge and said, "Now you know that is not true. We both know that Revan and Kirabaros journeyed there to defend Miako and our galaxy from that dark realm." This in a low voice he said, "Father's parents went there too."

Andros, upon hearing that whispered back to his sister, "Maybe, though I think this is riduclous. What point is there to a mythical place that both our familes supposedly have visited?"

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The old man looked at the Twi'lek/human and said, "I do not control the ruins though I will help you understand your sentou soul. Find the main cavern and you will learn." The charge that had been building suddenly erupted in lightening and the old man was gone.

Andros looked at Komad with a raised brow and said, "Well you certainly have a way with people. Shall we?"

Kajumo nodded as he heard everyone converse.

"We Knights have a similar belief, mhi Ki youk'nojima, or in the ancient words of my clan: To the Last. This has often been interpreted also as death before dishonor, which is why my clan became legendary as the warriors of old, technically, we never lose, and never will. That is the closest belief we have."

Kajumo whispered to himself, "Probably why there are so few left..."

Durrel chimed in, "This myth, or rather place, how will it affect the battle against this 'dark realm' you speak of? How will it affect our situation?"



Garrick looked at his captors and brought his beast forward and motioned that they should begin moving. Time was of the essence.

"It is said that the realms control the universe," Jun-la explained. She knew that her padawan thought her crazy but what better way to reveal truths now? "Each has their own philosophy and rules of government. The dark realm encompasses all that we call evil. The only way the dark realm can truly rule the realms is be defeating the champions of the realms in chimeiteki no sentou."

"So another cosmic battle of good and evil?" Matton asked.

"In a sense yes. Somehow though two separate things have become one so we are all tied into this no matter what."