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Imperius snapped. He lunged out at the Jedi, dancing in a deadly frenzy. With every miss of his lightsaber, a fist lashed out at Neb. Finally, he kicked the Jedi's legs out from under him.

"You lie..." Imperius said, his saber raised over Neb.

*****

Admiral Traer stood at the bridge of the Super Star Destroyer Rising Storm. The two fleets were evenly matched, but if the FSL fleet could just push through a little more, the Black Void could cut in. At the moment, the FSL fleet was a bit smaller than the NR fleet, but the loss was made up by the blaring turbolasers of the Black Void. The only problem was that it had to devote almost all of its resources to create a gravatic anomaly large enough to destroy the planet itself. Thus, it could only create small black holes that sucked in an occasional fighter or frigate.

The battle raged on.

Neb was caught off guard by the sudden use of hands and feet. While he himself prided in his knowledge of unarmed combat (as he believed the force was much easier to cast when one had no weapons to hinder him) the sudden volley of the dark lord's aniimosity he had underestimated. So, a quick roll only prevented the downward slash of a lightsaber.

"Consider this: If you are a liar in yourself, claiming Feron is dead, whom is yourself, who is very much alive, then calling me a liar would indeed prove that I am telling the truth. However, you would have found out, whether it be by my telling or by that holocron's. Run from the truth if you wish. But it at least will always remain. Kind of sad really, a man who can only live off a lie. Is your love for your apprentice a lie as well?"

"Eh, its my specialty," Neb said. He pondered a moment, but decided not to attack despite the drop in guard. He began to drop his cloak off, seeing as how there was a pause in the action.

"Just for giggles and grins, do you mind if I take off the weights? Its been years since I've done so. I'm sure when you kill me, it will be all the more pleasing to you that you defeated me at my best, rather than hindered."

A squadron of recon Y-wings closed upon the Black Void. "It seems to generate gravatic anomalies, general,"
"I can see that," Mordranna replied. "Anything we can use against it, Bantha Three?"
"I'm going to go in closer, general," replied Bantha Three. "Certainly, there is something that generates these miniature black holes,"
Mordranna felt a disturbance in the Force. "Bantha squadron ... pull out of there!"
"Too la - !" yelped Bantha Four, as a miniature black hole sucked his Y-wing into nothingness.
Still, the Banthas managed to lumber away from the station, in spite of their losses. Despite that, two more ships also met a black hole doom.
The Squires formed up on the Banthas, as they flew away. "All right. We know that that thing makes little black holes," Mordranna chimed in. "Any ideas, Bantha Lead?"
"We have extrapolated that perhaps the FSL intends to create a black hole large enough to destroy Yavin Four itself," chimed in the Bothan pilot. "However, so long as the fleet remains, it must devote all it's energies to defend itself. What we see here seems to be the most it can manage in battle."
"Right," Mordranna chimed in. "Now, all we have to do is disable it's gravity generators. Piece of cake!" she laughed humorlessly, directing the Squires to escort Bantha squad to the Lusankya.

"You know, for a second there, I thought you had changed. I guess I was wrong," Neb snorted, as he pulled off the top tunic he had, revealing a red and black striped shirt, as well as two weights running up and down the forearm.

Undoing the buckles, the weights fell to the ground with a large clang.

"That's a bit better..."