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A bothans scream cut the air as he was grenaded, his cloaker damged and failed, Zlic was bathed in his own blood as he clutched at where his legs just ended above the knees.

Drecks went to jump out to go to his aid, but Zepth commed in,"Leave him, there is nothing we can do as much as I wish there was." The cathar looked about and held his rifle tightly."We retreat, quick-like. We can't survive. Action 39 people."

At that moment, each surviving member of Alpha 1 pulled two grenades from there equipment. Activating both, one a thermal detonator, the other a similar sort.

"OK, go!"Zepth shouted, and each of the members tossed the thermal det's in different angles towards the general location of the stormcommandos. After each went off, each member started there retreat, through activating the second grenade and tossing it over the area where there thermals had hit, the smoke still not having cleared.

Each one of these went off and each emitted an electric charge followed by an awsomely bright flash of light and an ear-shattering scream, the charge would overload the stormies helmets and brought forth the full effect of the grenades, but doubled the sound, shattering their ear-drums, the light blinding them.

Each member high-tailed it into different directions, two-by-two.

A loud rumbling occured behind Jaden; it was too far back to cause any trouble.

"Report in," Jaden stated in his com, as another rebel turned the corner, only to find that his rifle was sliced in half and his head separated from his body.

"We lost only minor amounts. 2 and a half companies still with us, some were buried, but not horribly injured, damn slackers" the lead plaguetrooper said. Jaden was surprized the voice came so near to him. Looking to his left, he found the voice come from the tunnel beside him; they had converged.

"You keep up well. Flood through the halls. They seem to want us to push forward. More will come; use your heavy repeaters and mow them down."

"Yes sir," the lead said, motioning forward advance. Jaden went another route. Sprinting, he stepped into a hallway filled with several communications officers; All six were dead before their blasters were drawn. Lighting was effective, and the secondary communications relay was fried.

"We must backtrack to lady Freya!" He heard in the tunnel ahead of him.

"Lord Archcaras has demanded otherwise!" His superior ******** 'im! He blows up the main hangar, then demands we take on these "supersoldiers"? We're not kriffin' jedi! I'm out of here." He said turning to the path.

His superior grabbed him, "You will follow your orders!"

"I follow the orders of the dear lady, not some playboy Loyalist! She at least cares for her troops survival." He broke the handgrip and headed off.

The superior officer snorted, considered raising his rifle, but found himself chocking; By the time he was dead, Jaden had followed the impugnent soldier deeper into the mountain and heading down one of the tunnels to the back hangers.

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Above, in the not-so-empy space, Lord ferno found the transports terribly easy to capture. Four had already been neutralized, as he grew more impatient with the lack of fight. They were fleeing with reckless abandon, and it showed.

Inside the pillar, HM relayed the message. "Open fire on the remaining transports. We have plenty of them already." The pillar's tractor beams caught two more, before green light carressed the transports into a scrap of exploded delight.

(( stellar: did you work this out with Angel beforehand? If not, then I suggest you get to editing your post. ))

"Like, I'm almost there!" Freya called out, racing to her craft, frantically speaking into her comm.

~*~

"I'm on my way," Gunther called back into his own comm, with the Force guiding his legs with an extra burst of speed.

Gunther turned to the odd voice, recognizing it as Jaron. "You are correct, Master Vrook." he declared, taking the black and gold weapon in hand, with his thumb on the actuator. How did he know? he mentally asked himself, before dismissing the thought. "Let us make ready to evacuate this place,"

Gunther stopped at the junction, his thumb ready to draw if needed. Sith? he thought, frowning. He also frowned at a few bodies who seemed to have been killed by lightsaber. It must be. Surely a Lord of the Sith leads the assault outside?

And then, his comm buzzed again. "Gunther! I'm like totally in the Ballet warming up the engines! Get to your ride A.S.A.P., and help out who you can. Iria is also like totally looking for you, as well!"

"Yes, Freya," Gunther said, "I have some business to take care of here first, then I shall be on my way," he added before closing his comm.

And with that, he halted his purposeful stride, bringing his un-ignited hilt to a defensive position, considered to be the basis of Soresu.

An explosion sounded, and Gunther felt more deaths through the Force. This is terrible, he silently mused, as his sunny yellow blade snap-hissed to life, feeling more dark presenses.

" We can't wait any longer. " Angel said, the Heaven's Fury's shields nearing critical. " Are we ready for our big finale? " the Mandalorian asked. One of the bridge officers responded. " We're still waiting on the last few... There. All groups reporting everything's ready, Sir. " " Light 'em up. " Angel ordered. Suddenly, the Heaven's Fury turned to leave, and all its fighters started flying towards random enemy targets for a brief moment, before they all fired all their payloads of warheads and countermeasures, then immediately flew straight back to the hangars as the battlecruiser suddenly started firing all its weapons in a jury-rigged rapid-fire manner. It was a brilliant fireworks display, hoping to crush whatever they could as they left the area behind a wave of chaotic destruction. The battlecruiser made its way back into space and hypered away. " All weapons offline. Shields at critical. No hull damage. We've also depleted our entire payload of warheads. " came the status report. " You suppose we did enough? " Angel asked her 2nd in command. " I hope so. Our little stunt may have decimated a large chunk of our uninvited guests, or we might not have hit a damn thing. With any luck, we at least caused enough confusion for the others to get out if they're just now leaving. " " Well, we've done all we can. I just hope it was enough. See to it the engineering crews get to needed repairs once we exit hyperspace. I'll be in my cabin. " Angel said, as she left the bridge.

It irked the flaming green and yellow plaid pattern Nine Hells out of Freya. Alas, retreat seemed to be the only viable option, as she took her pilot's seat in the Aldera Ballet, only happy that at least the engines were warm and ready to run. She then flicked on the comm, which somehow managed to relay her words to the base intercom.

"Everybody! This is Freya Starsinger," she announced. "Whatever else you do, totally get your butts on your transports, and like totally high tail it out of here!"

And then, she dialed the frequency for Shark Squadron. "Like, yah! Are any of you guys totally there?"