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Link Darksun strolled calmly down the street, reflecting on the actions that he had taken in defense of his enemy's capital.
He shook his head to clear that thought out.

A Jedi has no enemies.
To consider someone an enemy, one had to have hate in their hearts for that person. And the path to the Dark Side is paved with hate and malice.

No, he had opponents. Opponents that he had to be catious and wary of, opponents who stared at him from the other side of the battlefield.
And they would go out of their way to inflict harm upon him, even death.

The Force had much left for him to do before his dying day. To end it prematurely would leave much undone in the galaxy. And he could not rest in peace with uncompleted tasks weighing on his soul.

Of this he was certain.
And so, he reflected on what he had done to defend a world hostile to his existance, Opponents who classified him as an enemy in every sense of the word.

Had he let the terrorists go through with their attack, there would be much chaos in the heart of the Sith Empire. Krayt would look weak and ineffectual, unable to defend his own capital from mere terrorists.
More and more people would rise up to oppose him.

But the cost would be phenominal.
An antimatter bomb could concievably wipe out tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands in Coruscant's cramped cityscape.

But would the cost have been that great, in the scheme of things?
In a galaxy of millions of populated worlds, would that many lives have been an acceptable price to pay for the Sith Lord's downfall, an event which would concievably save many times more lives?

He shook his head to clear out that thought as well.
So much more blood would be on his hands had he stood by and done nothing. There were other ways to defeat Krayt. Better ways.

But many of those he could not do anymore.
He had dawdled too much, wasted to much time. The Sith were bound to catch on sooner or later, if they did not know he was here already. And were he to actively move against Krayt, they would have little trouble finding him and overwhelming him.
As long as he was on Sith held Coruscant, he was powerless.

He needed to get off world, and soon.
It would be only a matter of time before the Sith would stop being such polite hosts, no matter how much he upheld their laws and protected their citizens.
He was a Jedi, their enemy. And they would not hesitate to kill him.

As the young Jedi walked, deep in thought, he failed to notice he had drawn unwanted attention.
A small spherical metallic object rolled beneath him and he looked down in puzzlement as the stun grenade went off, the brilliant flash blasting Link into unconciousness.

Four armored figures slowly moved towards the limp form of the fallen man, rifles raised and aimed. The leader of the group cast an eye towards the shocked civillians before drawing out an Ident-card from a pocket and flashing it at them.

"Authorized Bounty hunters, folks. This man is wanted on Besbin for six accounts of assault with intent to maim and for attempted murder. Go about your buisness. Legal House Kellani Posting."

The people did so. As shocking as the scene was, it was all a legit operation.

"You sure this is the guy Rudar?" A hunter asked the leader. "He doesnt match the holo."

The man knelt down to examine Link closer and oppened one of the young man's eyes.
"Facial structure is a close match. The Hair is a dye job, you can see the roots are blond. And I'll bet money that he dyed his irises too. Too often its the simplest disquises that work."

"Check this." Another hunter said, gesturing to Link's freshly opened carrying case. "Its a vibrosword and Gaffi stick, plus the knife used in the incident. This is our man alright."

"Good." Rudar nodded. "Lets pack him up and go. I'd rather not waste anymore time on this job. It took forever to find him."

"Should we check him for weapons, boss?"

"Why?" Rudar said, gesturing to the carrying case. "Its all right here. We stick his stunned a** in a stasis tube and sword-boy wont give us any trouble on the ride out to Besbin. Thats a cool fifty k to our bank account."

And so the hunters dragged the unconcious Link off, unaware of their latest catch's true worth and sealing Link's fate at the hands of those he had wronged....

Within minutes, sure enough, the battle had begun. Things were bad, but could be far worse. Wayland indeed was attacked, and he was ready with no less than twenty of his Victories, dozens of Canderouses, and hundreds of fighters, plus about thirty Acclamantors, a few missle frigates, the carrier he'd captured about two months before hand, and his Nemesis command-ship.

The bad part was Contruum was also hit, and the defesnes there were, as by his orders, skeletal. A single frigate, the planetary defenses, and a handful of fighter squadrons; no match at all for the carrier and the destroyers that came to help them.

So, he had to make very good decisions very quickly. "Is the LT Transverter in the area?" Elshae'k demanded as he stepped onto the bridge. By now it was quite obvious they were under attack, and Sven already had every alarm needed going off.

"Luckily, sir," the captain called. "It was installed onboard this ship a week ago. We just need to get close enough to use it."

"Unlikely that'll happen," the chiss replied. "Have all ships ready for Battle Formation #2. One group, support craft on the sides, protecting the Nemesis. Have the picket defences ready."

"Incoming from Contruum," the nearby comm officer called. "Two carrier escorts and a star destroyer squadron. The Onderon/Dxun fleet won't arrive for another five minutes."

"Contruum may not last that long," he answered. "Have word sent to Mandalore and Taris to divert Group Seven there. What about the ships from Mandal?"

"They won't be able to arrive for one hour," the voice of Mandalore answered over his comm unit. "Word was sent beforehand of the possible attack. They're sending a good portion over to flank them."

Good news at last. "Do we have our commando teams ready?"

"All set," he replied. "One hundred ramships ready to launch, filled with our forces. Your Noghri decided to join in too, with their....eheheh, space suits."

"Good." Finally, he turned to Kathleen, his trump card. "You said you could help?"

"I can," she answered. "Ihaven't used it much, but I can perform Battle Meditation."

At that, the chiss stared at her. Could he really be so lucky. "Battle Medittion?!"

"Yes. Force- ability that makes me empower your forces to perform better-"

"I know that! Why didn't you say so before! We could've used that at Junction!"

She shrugged. "You didn't ask. Today I thought it prudent."

He glared. ".... Fine. You may have my quarters to meditate all you want Will that be good?"

"Yes." She immediately left.



(Time for school. I'll finish when I get home)

Archaras leaned forward, close to her face, eyes closed, seeing the tissue with his closed eyes and gently resuscitating them. He pulled back a half inch when the work was completed, and he saw her eyes flutter.

Then she muttered something, and before he knew what was happening, she was shoving her tongue down his throat.

This went on for a moment, with Archaras struggling rather impotentlyagainst her, until she woke fully up.

Archaras pulled back, wide eyed and said "I'm flattered milady, but I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. I'm Colonel Archaras Seraphim."

He stood, and helped her up. "There are numerous vessels awaiting you in the bays Miss Starsinger, as for me, I must take care of something," The Echani said as he looked at them, he smiled, and the swept off.

Two minutes later, Archaras was standing in the express turbolift, smiling, and running through forms in his head. Quietly he began humming the tune of the Legionnaire's Hymn. The Turbolift stopped, and the doors slid open. Archaras, still humming, walked out into Roman Lynch's private office.

Said Roman Lynch was busy hurling valuables into a bag. He stopped and looked up in surprise.

"Mister Russ...If that's even your name which I'm sure it isn't, it appears as though you've accomplished your mission, which appears to be ruining me, I'm surprised you have enough venom to come here, no doubt seeking my life. At least I shall have some small manner of satisfaction at seeing your corpse," The Crimelord monologued.

Archaras gracefully leaped over the metal shod fist as it pounded through the air where the Knight's Torso had been. He turned as he landed, facing Miggs, who was completely decked out in some form of armor. Archaras smiled at him as the oversized thug growled "Now I'ma teach you to suck void!"

Archaras smiled back at him, then said "doubtful."

Miggs roared then started throwing all manner of sloppy, ill-timed, yet strong punches. Archaras dodged each of them gracefully. About a minute into the fight, The Echani wrapped his arms around one of Miggs much larger limbs, and pulled himself onto his shoulders. He glanced down, smiled, and with one finger, pushed the larger man's carotid artery out of place.

He fell with a burbling groan and a massive thud.

Archaras walked toward Lynch, who was sitting behind his desk, eyes wide with surprise.

"Well, I'm sure...we could...ah...find some way of...uhm...compensating you," Lynch said as he reached for the computer on his desk. Archaras blocked the hold out blaster shot with a flash draw of his Saber, deflecting it back into the Crime Lord's chest, where it tore a fist sized hole. Archaras walked forward, stepped over the now dead Lynch, who was laying face first on the ground. He sat down behind the computer, and said "ICIS, be a dear and remove half of Lynch's funds and transfer it to as many dummy accounts as you feel are necessary."

"Only half," Came the woman's voice in his ear. "Yes. Then doctor the accounts to make it appear that the remaining half was all he had, and leave it for the Hutts," The Officer replied, leaning back in the luxurious recliner.

"Processing..." Intoned the AI, "Alright its done. Let's get out of here."

Archaras, grinning, nodded, and turned, headed back down the turbolift and to the docking bays where his allies were waiting.

Jaden nodded, "Yes my master," he said and then followed the cropwd of soldier and got a ride to the barracks.

***

After finding his room, Jaden sighed as he changed his clothes and layed on his bed, relaxing, but remembered what he had to do. Jaden accesed the information he had recived, and began to train slowly, but hard. He spent atleast half the night learning basics of Hijkata, and Juyo, and slowly learning more and more.

By the time he was done he was a sweaty mess and decided to decided to take a nice long rest, and would await to be awakended when needed.

((Don't judge a book by its cover... MUAHAHAHAHA!))

Fier moved to the control deck.
"Open the sheilds!"
The ships' forward hulls began to moved and spin, as large bulking think hulls moved infront of them. In the corner of every connection, heavy turbolasers stuck out, and began to open up fire. Heavy tubrolasers and heavy torpedo lanuched opened up from the sides, and prepared for a side attack.
"This is the Fenrir; Isis hold to the left, Falken hold to the right. Launch all fighters, and fallow command of Ree."
He rubbed his chin for a moment.
"Is the scout ready? Yes? Then launch it back to Moonus Mandal!"

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Ree moved into the hanger, and was shocked by what he found.
"These fighters look like Banatha Poo-Doo!"
The chief engineer moved over to him.
"Top of the line parts. We keep them looking like Poo-Doo for a reason."
Ree turned his head, not trusting him yet.
"Trust me, sir, they are good. These things fly as good as Predators."
"They better... or else..."
Ree moved into the cockpit and took off, with the all the fighters of their fleet fallowing..."

Freya merely shook her head at the Colonel. "Like, whatever," she said to the man. She then looked to the others, a pair of E-54s in each hand. "So, like, did you leave any for me?"

Gunther shook his head. "It seems that we've seemed to have cleared most out."

"Your own ship is outside, and we can take you to it," Kalnar offered.

"Like, let's go, dude," Freya said to the Mon Cal.

The man gave an unseen nod. "For Mandalore!"

From there, he began orchestrating his part of the battle. "Concentrate fire on the nearest Gladiuses, taking them on one at a time. Mind the point-defense guns, and try to take them out from range. A few well places missles will get rid of one quite easily, especially if you aim right below and above the gravity generators."