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Jami slowly backed against Sephiroth's left side, allowing himself to be pushed into the position by the blasterfire. He was confident in his abilities now, but was careful not to get cocky. That was one of his earliest lessons from Ansion. The blaster bolts were getting smaller and smaller in number, but they were just as deadly. However, now he could see the men starting to panic.

Sephiroth smiled back to his Padawan, extremely pleased that such a group was able to be organised in such a short space of time. He continued to fire multiple shots toward the troops. As Fina tossed him one of her sabers, he dropped the blaster, moments before catching the hilt with the same hand.

Even though he was unable to weild the saber with his right hand, just activating the beam felt much more fitting that fighting with a blaster. Not wanting to get too involved in the fight, due to his current condition, he just stood on the spot, deflecting all shots that came his way. Finally, the remainder of the troops fell the ground, all dead. Sephiroth let out a sigh of relief before turning to Fina.

Great timing! Though, I think we should get out of here pretty darn quick.

Fina nodded after Sephiroth spoke. "Agree'd..." She said, starting toward the Raptor. She let the beam of her lightsaber still in her right hand slide back into the hilt, carrying it like it was as she moved, not trusting enough of this place to set it at her belt yet...

Sephiroth deactived his saber too, holding the hilt out to Fina as he followed her back to the ship. It was her saber after all.

Thanks.

He was still extremely impressed at the speed and efficiency of the plan. However, for now he just wanted to get back to the Jedi Temple to get his wounds taken care of, it being to severe to aid with the Force, as well as the effects from he earlier dose of spice having completely worn off.

"We've got you're tail guys," Glacian said through the speaker system on the Raptor. He and Jessica were in the side grenade launchers of the Raptor. They hit the entrance to the building, causing a cave in of the pathway. Isis used the ship's twin rotating laser cuncussion cannons in the Raptor's wings to cover their exit fromt he remaining soldiers.

The engines came back to life, glowing and blasting out hot air as they readied to lift off as soon as everyone was on.

The Furyan's engines almost malfunctioned because of the speed Zeth punched into the ship. He wanted to get out of there ASAP and didn't care if it costed him a huge repair bill to do it. He entered Hyperspace and followed the Ships back to Coruscant

Reith had just been sitting as the ship flew through hyperspace. Once it came out a small planet was head, she had never seen this planet before it was different then the others she had been to. When she was asked if she was armed the question seemed almost pointless.

Always, I have 2 sabers I always keep with me.

Having spoke of preparation to his accomplice, it triggered something in Luke's mind, the fact that he was still sitting half-naked, having not changed since he had left his quarters back at the Imperial Fleet. Leaving the ship in a steady orbit, he rose from his seat and gently strolled over to his sack of assorted good he bought with him. Rustling through the various items, ranging from formal wear, ragged clothes and fake identification, he pulled out a baggy white shirt, along with a much better fitting pair of brown trousers. He removed his old pair of black joggers, tossing them back into the sack, then dressed himself in his new atire, only buttoning the shirt half-way up so it hung loosely on his body. Finally, he grabbed a pair of beige boots, slipped them on and headed back towards his seat.

On the way, however, he came to a sudden halt. An instantanious moment of panic shot through his mind as he padded his body up and down. Hastily, he turned around and once again dug through the bag of goods, with much more urgency this time. After several moments, he gave up, sitting back on the ground and giving out a disappointed sigh. In his haste back on the Imperial Capital ship, having run late for his departure, he foolishly left his saber behind.

Numb-skull!

Luke was mentally beating himself. This was something he had not done since he began his training decades ago. Infact, it was something he never expected of himself with anything, especially his lightsaber. Of course, he was not going to let slip his little mistake, so he rose back to his feet with full confidence and strided back over to his seat.