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Mandlorians all over the field started to activate large bombs given to them by the artilery. They were hidding there actions so to make this a surprize.

::Gray:: " Lets move out i want.....Novara? I ....AHHH"

::Novara:: " Thats for shooting me in the chest. All of you will take my orders from now on. If this ever happeneds again .....make sure you KILL me. "

The Mandalorians left the battle field.

(( Yeah im getting to it. ))

PR1M3 had gotten Drako's signal.

" So....i take it you lost. " PR1M3 scanned the broken saber.

" Hrmm...Take up out. I want...."

" Greating biggrin rako."

Drako tured to see the HK-47s.

" Well....did you get him?"

" Answer: Negitive. He is republic forces. "

" Hrmm....fine. Anouther day. Thanks for telling me there were here PR1M3. "

" You didnt ask..... "

((Ok, I'll finish it up anyway, to go with them retreating and such.))


"You got it!" shouted Ganil as he spotted a bunch of Stormtroopers coming up. He signaled to Tunnakuu to send some soldiers there, and he complied. He jumped off the Juggernaut, as to land in the middle of them. The troopers spotted him and shot at him. He shouted in pain as one of the blasts clipped his left shoulder. He continued his uncontrolled fall and landed on a Stormtrooper, his helmet digging into Ganil's side. He heard the crack of his ribs breaking and he tumbled to the ground, taking the trooper with him. By the way the Stormtrooper wasn't moving Ganil assumed he had been knocked out. His head was spinning and he tried to get up before the others realized the situation and killed him, but to no avail.

Suddenly he heard Wookie roars and blasterfire. The soldiers had arrived. Before he could try to get up again, he felt large hairy arms pick him up. He cracked his eyes open to see the battle raging, and went unconscious.

Neb had disappeared from the battlefield, leaving the general on the field. Atop the wall, Neb overlooked as the forces fled to which transports remained, in hopes of not being left behind as the Republic's first wave of air cover came in the form of a formation of E-wings, blasting at the troops which remained.

"This has not ended Drako Prime. You will grow stronger, and then, we shall revisit our lessons. Hopefully you'll recognise that this battle was the largest turning point in your life. You have met the challenge, but will you rise to it?"

The winds of battle had died, and soon would extinguish. To Neb, the sound of his cloak flapping its unusual metallic click instead of fwop soothed him.

He sat on the lip of the wall, watching as teh sun began its fiery descent, the one sign of peace he could have to sooth his mind on teh events which just occured.

"One republic soldier died by my hand. Now, to avenge him, and pay my due." Neb stated, taking a knife he had picked up earlier, and scraping a scar across his back.

"One mark for one man. Blood no longer will be spilled in my name. This battle is a victory. I helped it sustain itself, and now, the wookies are free for another day. The cost of war is always acceptable, if the greater good is served."

And with that, peace came to Neb's mind, allowing for the full enjoyment of the sunset.

((Yay! Today's the day the Sith lose their sabers. Except me...))

Selkisto plopped down beside Neb and turned to him, smiling despite his haggard appearance. "Quite a day... I wasted all my ammo..." He sighed and stared at the colors of the setting sun. "Well, now that we have a chance, I was..." He reached under the many layers of gear and armor on his hips and pulled out his three stolen lightsabers with some effort. "I was wondering if you'd like to have these. It's kind of a disgrace to leave them to a Hutt..." He looked at his boots, which hung parallel to the wall. One threatened to slip off, so Selkisto balanced it on his foot. "But I'd like to keep one of them at least... if that's alright with you. And also, I'd... I was wondering if you could train me to use it." He turned abruptly and held up a hand. "I know I'm no Jedi. I can't parry blaster bolts or use it like you guys. But I'd at least like to be able to use them as well as any non-force user can."

He leaned back, pulling his foot up and securing its boot back on. "It's the least I can do, really..."

Neb didn't say anything for a long time.

"The first one is the sabre of Count Dooku, the one there. The second one is that of the jedi knight Alyaa Secura. the third," Neb paused for a moment, "That's one that belonged to someone you may find long since dead. the saber of Nebachanezzer Wulf, who stole it from a dead body, who died trying to save someone who would in return eventually free the colony upon which few really know the importance of. Echuu's saber is the last."

Neb finally turned his head back to Selk. "I do not want any of them. Only one thing remains in this question. Which will you decide to keep?"