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    “What the kriff was THAT?!” Mith yelled. A stray blaster bolt from an x-wing fighter had nearly hit his location. “Does anyone have comms with that damn fighter jockey?!” he demanded, his frustration nearing the boiling point. So far, this operation on Dantooine had been one of the worst executed missions he’d ever been on.

    “Negative,” came the reply. Mith didn’t even know who had answered his question. He didn’t care anymore. He had grown almost furious at the mounting failures, and was near losing his discipline. The current mission had resulted in failure after failure, and his unit had been running around like a spukamas chasing its tail. All hell was breaking loose above the farmstead. The rebel fleet had been outmatched and overpowered, the ground forces had been hampered by Imperial air power, and now Galactic Enemy Number Two had arrived and already killed one of the people he was supposed to protect. It was a total shabstorm, and Mith was determined to change the game. For all intents and purposes, the battle appeared to be over, and the rebellion had lost. Mith was going to change that.

    “Try and get his freak, and let him know we’re down here!” yelled Mith, bristling with impatience. “Tell him to look for our IFF plates before shooting next time!” This was one of those odd situations where camouflage and concealment were a hindrance, and not a help. One of the support shuttles that had landed had contained special armor that Mith and his unit had donned. It was similar to Imperial scout armor, but camouflaged, much like the 41st Elite Corps had worn during the Clone Wars. It had concealed them well enough to allow them to sneak up near the farmstead, but without any coordination between themselves and the lone x-wing pilot, it made them prone to friendly-fire incidents. (“Friendly fire is not friendly”, Mith recalled from his early days in commando training.)

    “Is now a good time to tell you that the ship identified as the Whydah has crashed somewhere?” Bolen asked, his voice thick with sarcasm. Mith was seeing red.

    “NO!” shouted Mith. “Tell me tomorrow.” Bolen knew Mith wasn’t serious. “Send a squad of pathfinders to see if they can locate it and assist in any way. The way our luck is going, they’ll get there just in time to be late.” Bolen passed the word on to a comm tech.

    “What’s next, boss?” he asked.

    “Is everyone in place?” Mith replied. “No...wait. Let me rephrase that. Is anyone in place?”

    “Affirmative,” responded Bolen.

    “How many?” questioned Mith.

    “Oh...anywhere from six guys to ten thousand, give or take,” replied Bolen. Mith recognized Bolen’s sarcasm again. He hadn’t answered the question Mith had asked, but he knew Bolen would not have said “affirmative” unless there was an adequate number of troops in place. “Ok. Let’s do this. Everyone goes kinetic as long as they can. I don’t want us giving away our position prematurely.” Kinetic meant that no one would be using blaster weapons, which would be easy to trace back to their source. Instead, they would be using a mixture of caseless ammo, providing both armor-piercing, incendiary, and explosive rounds. Mith was not intending to simply take out his targets: he was going to incite chaos. He had never encountered Darth Vader before, but had heard many of the rumours of his powers. Mith didn’t know if his troops could cause him any damage or injury, and he didn’t want to fail in trying. So, he planned to bring pandemonium to the night, and hoped, somehow, the little band of friends could escape in the confusion.

    “Send the order,” Mith said, taking a deep breath. “Begin Operation Un-Krifff This Mess.” Mith settled in and chose a stormtrooper to target. He waited for the bucket head to poke his head out one more time...

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    Tad Mossmel was a recent recruit into the ranks of the 501st. He was young, and had a lot to learn, but many Stormtroopers had been lost when the Death Star had been destroyed, and the 501st had filled its ranks with less experienced troops than it normally would have. And now, he (and they), were getting their first taste of action. The bulk of the force had landed a few clicks away, and various detachments had been sent to different areas with different assignments. Tad’s detachment had been tasked with assaulting the rebel assets that had landed in a remote area, but were headed to an unknown destination, a location that appeared to hold great importance, although his unit did not know exactly what was so important about it. (Tad suspected it was the same place Lord Vader had been heading, but was not sure where that was.) They had moved out in light armored skiffs and speeder bikes, and attacked the rebels immediately. The rebels fought back, but did not appear to be interested in defeating the Imperial forces, as much as they were interested in getting away and moving somewhere else. It was clear they had intended to break contact ASAP, and Tad and his fellow troopers did what they could to delay that tactic. Eventually, the rebels had broken up and headed many directions in small parties, and the Imperial faced splitting their own forces and pursuing, or regrouping at the rallying point. The captain had chosen to head toward the Vader's LZ, which was where Tad’s company was moving into right now. Tad loved the Empire. He was a xenophobe, and joined the Empire as a way to wipe out the alien-loving rebel scum who were threatening his comfortable life within the Empire. As they got closer, his anger boiled into a rage. He hated the rebels and what they stood for, and he was ready to kill every single one of them if he had too.

    When Tad’s company arrived, things were already breaking down into a chaotic firefight. A lone x-wing had just strafed the area, and blasted a bunch of the troops who were already on scene. Fires burned everywhere, lighting up the night in a pyrostorm of light. A few rebel regulars and some local militia were in the vicinity, trying to oppose the Imperial forces. Tad was going to put an end to that. Aiming his blaster, he prepared to snipe a militiaman who was taking cover behind a piece of wreckage. As soon as he leaned out to take another shot, Tad was going to cap him. Taking cover behind the edge of his speeder, Tad peaked out frequently, watching for his target to expose himself.

    He waited. It seemed like an eternity, but had only been a couple of seconds. Then the head appeared again, and Tad pulled the trigger…

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    The head appeared again, and Mith pulled the trigger. Through his scope, Mith had seen the stormtrooper preparing to fire.

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    Tad was one of the few that did not complain at all about his armor. Stormtrooper armor was fairly self-contained, lightweight, and offered good protection. Others thought it was hard to see while wearing the helmet, or that some parts chafed their skin. Tad, however, was quite happy with it. Especially the helmet, which contained a number of technological advancements that assisted him in battle. Infra-red, digital zoom, an air purifier, and a Heads Up Display were all provided in the standard issue helmet. What wasn’t provided, however, was adequate protection against an anti-armor explosive round fired from a rebel commando’s sniper rifle.

    Tad hadn’t known commandos were in the area. He never knew what hit him. The last thing to go through his mind was a piece of his helmet's infra-red visor.

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    The combat zone erupted into mayhem. Imperial troops began dropping like doppleflies. Anti-armor rounds were decimating the Imperial skiffs and speeder bikes. Explosions were detonating all around the small group of friends and the Imperial dark lord. A concussion blast briefly knocked the black-clad, armored monster to the ground. “RUN!” Mith shouted in his head, hoping the group of frightened travelers would take advantage of the bedlam around them.

    “Hey, Mith!” Bolen shouted over the intercom, as he continued to fire at Imperial troopers. “Got some news for you!”

    “What is it?” Mith replied, figuring it wasn’t good, while sending another round through a stormtrooper’s armor.

    “We’ve got a fairly large group of friendlies moving in from the west,” Bolen answered. “They’ll be here soon.”

    “What’s the bad news?” Mith inquired, knowing that nothing good could happen for them without anything bad accompanying it.

    “There’s a fairly large group of not-friendlies moving in from the south,” Bolen replied. “And they’ll be here soon, too.” Mith shook his head. The chaos was going to increase.

    “Chaos and confusion are not always your enemy”, Master Sergeant Grey had taught them during his basic tactics course. “If you cause them, and the enemy experiences them, then they make an immensely useful tool. The key is, you have to maintain control. Once you start reacting to chaos, rather than causing it, the situation deteriorates very quickly.”

    “Bolen,” Mith shouted through the commlink built into his helmet. “Get this group of friendlies on the horn, and tell them what we are doing. Let’s make this into as big a pile of bantha poodoo for the Imperials as we can!”

    Fire, explosions, and screams filled the night sky. The Dark Lord of the Sith had been distracted by it, but not for long. Calling on the force, he began to focus on his task once again.
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    Tam dove for cover as another volley of artillery fire tossed fiery earth into the sky. He peered through the falling debris and saw the burning blade of Darth Vader moving about in the darkness, fire, and fog of war. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Sith Lord, Palpatine’s attack dog, would track him down, destroying anyone who came between them. If Tam used the Force in any way it would only draw Vader’s attention. He also knew that if he faced Vader, despite his abilities, that he would die almost as quickly as Master Kenlan had.

    Kenlan, who had just paid the ultimate sacrifice for his well being. Only two other people had done that, and they too had died right on this spot.

    No more.

    Belly crawling to where Doule lay, he found the Imperial officer writhing in the tall grass. He too had been pulling himself away from the action, but the boy could sense the life bleeding from him. He held a clenched fist over his chest to keep the dark, wet stain from spreading. “Tam, I’m sorry,” he coughed. “I should have… I should have seen all this sooner.” Then Doule let out a hollow rattle, and breathed no more.

    No more!

    Nearby, Fi was crying. She too was kneeling over a body, but Tam could tell that Jyll still had some life in her, if just barely. Fi fired furiously at any surviving stormtrooper she saw, but succeeded only in forcing them behind cover. Luis was there also, doing what he could for Jyll while keeping Imperials at bay with his own blaster pistol.

    But one stormtrooper had moved close enough that he was literally on the other side of the rubble where Fi, Luis and Jyll were hidden. Distracted by the mayhem, they hadn’t seen him creep to within point blank range. But Tam had. He was too far away to do anything for them, but he would not watch any more of his loved ones die for him. Words burst from his lips, instinctively charged with the power of the Force.

    “No more!”

    The stormtrooper leapt to his feet, taking only a moment to pick a target so he could open fire. Training on Fi, he said, “You trashy whkkk—!” and dropped his blaster from spasming broken fingers as his limbs twitched and shattered and his helmet sharply twisted around to face backward. Fi put four blaster bolts into his chest—and Luis managed a fifth—before the stormtrooper’s twisted body he could get his helmet turned around straight. When the coast was clear, Tam made a running leap over his smoking, pulverized corpse and into the wreckage with his friends. Risking a peek out of their cover, he saw Darth Vader striding ever closer. “I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

    “It’s okay,” said Fi, swatting away fresh tears. “I’m glad we’re together at the end.”

    A rising glissando in the air heralded the arrival of a new artillery blast. The ground palpably rolled, and stormtroopers flew through the air like confetti. But Tam could sense that there were still soldiers moving through the havoc. Leaping to his feet, Tam waved furtively in the air, extending a tentative strand of the Force to draw the soldiers in. When he sensed them turn toward him, Tam dropped back into the makeshift womp-hole.

    “What are you doing?” Luis hissed. “You’re just drawing them in!”

    Tam’s face was relieved; almost serene when the helmeted head of a scout trooper, dark with camouflage markings, peeked through a hole in the twisted wreckage where they had hunkered. “They’re in here!” A whole squad of them circled around their shelter, brandishing more weapons and combat devices than Tam could immediately recognize. One of them dropped into the wreckage, holding his hands up to keep Fi’s and Luis’ blasters from riddling him with bolts. Raising his hands slowly, he lifted the helmet from his head, revealing a decidedly un-Imperial chin full of whiskers and a stern but earnest smile. “We’re from the Alliance,” he said, “and we’re here to rescue you…”

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    "Mith!" Fi shrilled in the din. It was like a miracle; the young rebel and his squad, among other forces, assumed lost in the chaos. And prior to that, a heaven-sent comlink response from Cali, in the Whydah. True, the vessel had crashed, but it still looked intact... and the ensuing barrage from Zealos Reil's X-wing and the return of Able squad ensured that the remaining Imperial forces in the immediate area now had a lot more to think about than a simple ragtag gang of four civilians.

    "Fi," Luis said soberly, his face lit by fire, "we're losing Jyll."

    Through tears of desperation, Fi looked at her now-unconscious lover. In the corner of her eye, she was dimly aware of Mith making hand signals at a pair of his troops and shouting something unintelligible in the chaos. The two men moved off.

    And in the half-dark, the red blade came ever closer.

    In seconds, Mith's two troopers returned - carrying with them the still-smoking pilot's seat from the Dawncaller that Fi had deliriously noticed a few minutes (a lifetime!) earlier. Into this they carefully placed the unconscious actress, lifting her and the chair gently between them.

    Hope.

    Fi pushed the tears from her eyes. "We make for the Whydah!" she shouted, looking at Tam, Luis, and Mith. There was no dissent in their eyes. "On three!" she continued, preparing to rise from cover and meet whatever the Force had in store for them all.

    "One... two...

    "Three!"
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    As they worked together toward freedom, Tam saw the man called Mith hold a finger to his ear. “You friends with that X-Wing up there?”

    “Yeah,” Fi replied, working hard to hold up her portion of Jyll. “Why do you ask?”

    Mith pointed to the horizon, glowing with artificial light as the troop transport rose into view. It rotated to train its cannons on them as an unintelligible voice blared imperiously over ship-mounted loudspeakers. Mith shouted orders to his men to deploy their missile launchers, Luis and Tam helped ease Jyll behind what little cover they could find from the laser barrage, and Fi shouted expletives as she activated her comlink. “Reil! Reil, do you copy?”

    A little busy shaking off some TIEs, Fi!” the pilot squawked. “Whaddaya need?”

    Fi couldn’t reply, for she too dove behind the small bank of dirt they were using to escape the annihilation raining upon them. Tam pulled her close, placing a hand on her head to pull her down further. He felt the skin on the back of his hand blister from the laser heat, staving off a scream by biting his tongue and reminding himself that it would instead have been a mortal wound for Fi.

    The wild intent of Zealos Reil made itself known to Tam only moments before the roar of his overtaxed X-Wing came to his ears. He peered over the embankment to see Reil bank his X-Wing sharply, whipping the craft into a barrel roll that first wound through the hovering troop transport’s laser fire then, a scant second later, brought the X-Wing’s cockpit so close to that of the shuttle that they almost collided. Tam had no doubt that Reil flashed some obscene gesture as he blasted by, but he did doubt that the shuttle pilots noticed as they scrambled over their controls to dive clear. The evasion brought the shuttle so low that it clipped one of its wings on a rocky outcropping, sending the whole craft tumbling like an a wheeler bug until it smashed into one of the TIE fighters dogging Reil’s heels. The two Imperial crafts shattered and sprayed debris in a fury of smoke and fire.

    “That was one in a million, Reil!” Fi shouted into a comlink as she waved a blaster in the air.

    I only wish it had been on purpose,” he replied. “The Whydah’s down. I’m not sure how to get you guys outta here.

    “Tell him we’ll help it get off the ground,” Mith said to Fi, his voice taking on a grim, adrenaline-charged tone as he looked to the fresh wave of soldiers in the distance, “if we can get there…”

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    Cali walked unsteadily across the tilted floor of the cargo bay, as she sifted through that particular disaster area. Who ever said any landing you can walk away from is a good one, never had to clean up after themselves. Cali was almost halfway across the bay when she stepped in something slick and lost her footing, sliding, then crashing into the port bulkhead. As she stood back up, she noticed that the crate of Bacta salve she'd so proudly purloined back on junction had cracked, and at least some of the vials of salve had broken, leaking a trail across the floor. Cali had almost cracked her skull open slipping in bacta, the irony made her smile bit.

    Once she made to the engineering the real problems began to set in. Whether this was the original specifications, or one of the previous owners had decided to add their own artistic flair to the design, the Whydah's wiring layout curved and snaked through several different bulkheads rather than being a straight circut from point a to b. Cali was so engrossed in ripping out panelling to track the circuit break to its source that she almost didn't hear the sound of the cargo elevator being forced open. Almost.

    Cali surveyed the cargo bay, and spotted three figured climbing in through the cargo elevator. She could hear the distinctive sounds of their rifles scrape across the bulkhead, as they wormed their way into the tilted ship. The first two had entered with little trouble, but the third was caught on something and they were helping him up when Cali drew her blaster.

    "Freeze!"

    All three soldiers turned to face Cali, who had her blaster trained on them. Two of them looked toward their leader, who made a show of raising his hands in a non-threatening manner. The others followed suit.
    "It's ok miss, we're from the Rebellion, and we're here to help."

    Cali cocked an eyebrow and kept her blaster trained on them.
    "Great. 'Cause that's working out so well for Dantooine. Y'all should roll out a big banner that says 'Mission Acomplished' on it."

    The soldiers looked confused, they had clearly been anticipating a different reception, but their leader pressed on.
    "We uh, saw that you crashed. Thought we could help get you back in the air."

    "And you thought I'd be so grateful I'd give you a lift too, is that the case? Any of you actual mechanics?"

    Cali still had her blaster trained on them, and the two subordinate soldiers were now looking to their leader and growing concerned.
    "Not professionally, but we can-"

    Cali sighed and lowered her blaster.
    "You know, there is such a thing as being too honest. All right, well the ships already broke, I guess you can't make it any worse. Let's see what you non professionals can do."
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    Chaos still reigned around Mith and his small party of soldiers and civilians. The night was punctuated by laser beams and explosions. Somewhere in the pandemonium, Mith had lost track of Bolen. The stormtroopers appeared to have no tactical sense. They came in wave after wave, and took little advantage of cover or concealment. Unknown to Mith, Darth Vader detested cowardice, and was an impatient man. Stormtroopers who were caught taking cover and not pushing the battle could end up dead from Vader’s lightsaber or powers just as easily as by a rebel weapon. Still, the presence of Imperial troops made it impossible for Mith’s rag tag team to move the civilians without some help. Mith was evaluating his options when a familiar voice came over his commlink.

    “Mith!” shouted Bolen over the ruckus. “Get ready to move!”

    “We can’t move!” Mith replied. “We’ve got civilians and casualties with us!” Despite his comment, Mith had a feeling Bolen had some wild idea up his sleeve. When things got out of control, Able Squad had learned to improvise. Bolen was one of the best, but his ideas were often more hairbrained than a berserking wookie.

    “I know what you’ve got!” yelled Bolen. “It’s what I’ve got that’s important.” Mith was both relieved and a little bit scared of what Bolen had acquired now. He half expected him to come barreling through with a herd hungry dewbacks.

    “What do you want us to do?” Mith queried.

    “You’ve got a squad of bucketheads headed to your position from 11 o’clock,” Bolen explained. “Keep your head down so they don’t spot you. I’ll be there soon.” Bolen sometimes left out important details when he started improvising. He knew he could trust Bolen, but he still wished for more info. The approaching stormtrooper squad had him worried. Some of them had probably regrouped and were advancing systematically, looking for their targets. If Bolen said to keep his head down, it meant he’d likely risk detection if he looked to see where the stormies were.

    “We’re going to need some help moving people,” Mith informed Bolen. Moving the unconscious female in the pilot’s chair was not going to be a graceful or quick maneuver.

    “No worries, Mith,” Bolen commed back. “I’ve got a moving crew.”

    “A what?”, Mith asked, not sure if he’d heard correctly.

    “I’ve got some friends with me,” said Bolen. “They were a little late to the party, but they’re about ready to crash it”. Mith shook his helmeted head. He had no idea what Bolen was getting at, but he no other options. Supporting fire had kept enemy troops (both white and black clad alike) from getting to their location, but he figured they had less than a minute before they’d be in direct contact.

    “What do you want us to do, Bolen?” Mith asked, preparing to give instructions to the group with him.

    “Nothing!”, Bolen answered. “We’ll do it for you. Just relax!” Mith let out a big sigh. He trusted Bolen completely, but this was getting way too close for comfort. Briefly lifting hes helmet, he turned to the others and issued commands.

    “Ok. Everyone stay down and be ready. Help is coming, and coming fast. Whatever happens, don’t fight. Just go with the flow!” Mith noticed a look on the face of the one called Fi. Glinting in the firelight, he could see tears, and an expression of desperate hope. But also, fear. “Trust me!” he shouted. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have a plan!” Mith wasn’t really lying. His statement was true, from a certain point of view. He had planned on protecting this small group, and saving their lives. He’d just chosen not to inform her that the plan wasn’t working. He needed them to be confident and trust him, though. Otherwise they might panic, and panic would cause them to hesitate. And that hesitation could mean life for death. Fi did not try and speak over the sounds of combat. She just nodded her head. Mith had no idea what she was thinking, but he felt as though she trusted him.

    Putting his helmet back on to utilize the optical enhancements, Mith noticed a number of armored transport speeders zipping in toward the battlefield from around the perimeter. He wasn’t sure if they were friendly or not. But he knew something was about to happen.

    Mith heard a heavy engine sound gaining volume quickly over the din. He couldn’t look to see what it was, because it was in the direction of the approaching stormtroopers, (who must have been only a few meters away by now). The engine noise sounded like it was going to run his party over. Any second now….

    Mith heard a dozen loud “pops”, followed by a scream. (Fi, maybe?) He was stunned to see bodies in black skinsuits and dozens of pieces of white armor soar over his head, crashing to the ground meters away. Turning his head back toward the engine sound, his eyes caught a blur of motion as a handful of large, dark, humanoid objects swarmed the group. Mith had no chance to determine what was happening. He, and everyone else with him, were swept up by powerful creatures and quickly deposited in the open back end of a heavy speeder. Mith heard a warbled cry, and the speeder accelerated immediately.

    Wookies!!!” Mith realized. Bolen’s “friends” and “moving crew” were wookies! Mith had never seen them in real life, but he’d heard there were a couple companies of wookies being trained by Rebellion special operations. Word was that, due to their intense hatred of the Empire, they would only be on action teams, and not recon teams. They didn’t have the patience to wait to make an attack. But here they were, in the fur.

    Mith quickly oriented himself and moved through the hatch into the open co-pilot seat of the speeder. “Son of a Bith!” he said to Golen. Golen did not respond, but Mith knew he was grinning under his helmet. Mith then noticed another speeder coming almost directly at them. As far as he could tell, it was going to narrowly miss them on the left side. “Who’s in there?” he asked, pointing out the front shielding.

    “No one”, Bolen responded in that snide way he had when he was having fun. Mith was about to question him when he heard and felt the blast from a large concussion explosion. Mith didn’t need to ask: he instantly realized the approaching speeder had been full of explosive, and likely remote piloted into the area to cover their escape. Mith heard a few more similar blasts before they were out of audio range of the battlefield.

    “We’ve got a few speeders heading in all directions to throw them off our path.” Bolen was speaking to Mith, as if he knew what he was planning to ask. “We’ve also got some escort.” Mith looked to his right and could barely make out the shape of a dark armored trooper on a heavily armed speeder bike. There were probably a couple more behind and on the other side.

    “Are we heading to their ship?” Mith asked, referring to the downed Whydah.

    “Affirmative,” Bolen replied. “There are pathfinders there right now working on getting it flying again.”

    “Are any of them mechanics?” Mith questioned.

    “Not ‘professionally’. But they can…” Mith smiled at Bolen’s reply. He knew what he meant. It was likely to be yet another improvised escape.

    “I hope there’s a medic around,” Mith offered. “The female in back is in bad shape.”

    “No worries, Mith,” Bolen answered. “We’ve got an AMP in back. They’ve probably already hooked her up. An Automated Medical Pack was not as good as a medical droid, but it could still report much vital information, as well as administer small amounts of bacta or other medications. It wasn’t idea, but it was smaller and easier to transport than a droid.
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    In the back of the large speeder, Fi crouched next to Jyll. The commando operating the AMP looked at her briefly, then looked away. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks. “Hold on, my love,” she whispered.

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    Considering the chaos surrounding them all, the trip to the Whydah was surprisingly fast. From the back of the combat speeder, Fi could make out the distinct form of Cali Bellum standing on the freighter's cargo ramp, silhouetted like a beacon of hope by the ship's interior lights.

    Everyone scrambled out of the speeder and ran for the Whydah as explosions thundered all around. It was Luis Santiago who reached the boarding ramp first, as Cali's eyes widened in recognition.

    "You're here, too? What is this, a family reunion?"

    "I've got a critically injured woman here, Cali," Luis replied, all business. "I need a place I can work. Also, hi."

    "Cargo bay," Cali replied immediately. "Might as well get some use out of that spilled bacta before it goes bad."

    Luis's eyebrows raised in hope. "You're hauling bacta?"

    "It's not pure," Cali returned, "but hopefully it'll do. We intended to sell it, but... 'easy come, easy go'."

    Luis nodded curtly and motioned to the two troopers who carried the unconscious Jyllis Tromso in the destroyed Dawncaller's half-burnt pilot's chair, and the trio disappeared with their patient into the depths of the Whydah without another word.

    Fi, Tam, and Mith followed them in, jogging up the ramp with Cali.

    "You've been flying this thing?" Fi asked the girl.

    "I can fly alright!" Cali spat. "Reil taught me. But this battle isn't exactly a junior course, you know!"

    "Hey, hey!" Fi replied, holding up her hands, "I didn't mean anything by that. Can it lift off?"

    Cali smacked a comm. "Guys?"

    Crackling static came back, and then a voice. "We're gonna be holding her together with our bare hands back here, but she'll fly for a little while." It was one of the rebel Pathfinders. "Just try to avoid any stunting."

    "Well, Cali," Fi breathed, "time to earn another stripe."

    Cali looked at the assembled faces nervously. "Actually..." she pulled a hand through her messy blonde hair in frustration, "I guess I wouldn't be offended if you wanted to take a turn, Fi."

    Fi searched the younger girl's face for any sign of malice or sarcasm. There was none.

    "I'd be honoured if you'd co-pilot, Cali."

    Cali smiled. "Deal."

    And like that, months of animosity and resentment melted away in an instant. The pair gripped each other in a warm but brief hug.

    "Ladies," Mith interjected, "time is tight."

    "I know," Fi said immediately. "Let's go."

    "I'm with you," Tam announced, and no one questioned him as he joined the girls on their way to the Whydah's bridge. It would take all that each of them had to escape the Battle of Dantooine, and Tam's power, though terrifying and unquantifiable, was something all of them had long ago learned not to dismiss.

    Mith remained in the still-open boarding hatch, viewing the carnage across the landscape and in the night sky above. He and his unit had gotten their charges this far...

    He wondered how much farther they would get.
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    The rebel contingency was scattered around the ship, keeping vigilant watch for any pursuing imperials. Mith quickly opened a comlink channel to all his troops.
    “Allcon, get ready to egress the AO. I repeat. Egress the AO. RTB.” They were all leaving the Area of Operation, and returning to their respective bases of operation. He knew that most of them had complicated exfiltration plans, and they all knew what they were doing. The plans had been rehearsed and memorized. All the operatives on Dantooine would fade away. The Empire could not follow them all.
    “What’s our plan, Mith?” asked Bolen over a private channel. “Where are we going?”

    “Not sure yet,” Mith responded. He turned back into the Whydah. “Anyone one care if a few of us stick around until we know you’re safe?” he asked. They’d helped get them this far. He was hoping to see the mission through to completion...or die trying.

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    Fiola Shaku paused in the Whydah's main corridor while Tam and Cali continued to run on ahead, and turned back toward the rebel soldier.

    "I'm sure we'd all feel a lot safer if you and any of your men tagged along - there's plenty of space. But be quick, okay? We gotta make tracks!"

    Mith replied with a curt thumbs-up and a smile. Satisfied, Fi continued to run up the corridor. It was a slightly nauseating experience, as the entire ship was tilted over onto its port side. Fi hoped that the vessel's repulsors would be able to right it... the troopers fleeing the battle outside - human and Wookiee alike - had better things to do than try to push a freighter back into an optimum takeoff posture.

    Tam and Cali awaited her in the cockpit, the latter waving her into the pilot's chair. "Take a seat, maestro," the girl invited sarcastically. "But be warned: if we get out of this, I'm gonna tell Reil it was all my doing."

    "I can live with that," Fi smiled, strapping in. Tam Dawncaller, stony-silent, stood behind them with one hand on each of their chairs. Reflected in the cockpit glass, he reminded Fi of a painting she'd once seen of a high priest blessing his subjects. She shook away the strange memory and began to familiarize herself with the Whydah's controls.

    "That trooper," Cali interrupted, "what was his name again?"

    "Mith."

    Cali slapped the comm. "Mith, we've got a gun well aft that could use a little exercise. If you or your best and brightest want to warm it up, that would be good."

    "Understood," came the reply.

    "Tam," Fi asked, "what kind of resistance can we expect to meet up there?"

    "A lot," the boy answered. "I... they brought a sizeable attack fleet. And then there's that big Star Destroyer."

    Fi turned to look him in the eye.

    "Do we stand a chance, really?"

    He returned her gaze. So young, he looked impossibly old. "No. But, maybe if they're preoccupied, we could slip by..."

    She held his gaze another moment, then turned back to the controls. "That'll have to do."

    "Engineering," Cali barked into the comm. "You guys ready to give us some lift?"

    "Ready as we'll ever be."

    "Got it," she replied. "All hands brace for lift-off. Mith, are you and your men aboard? Copy!"
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    The Rebel soldier, Mith, was still shouting for his men when he keyed his comlink. “—forget the karking bucketheads! Look! Run! RUN!!!

    “I copy, Whydah. You’ll want to get this crate off the ground fast. Tall, Dark and Murderous caught up to us!”

    Making no effort to stifle her own invectives, Cali slapped at the controls to power the repulsors and lift the ship off the ground. The Whydah responded, but not enthusiastically, kicking up clouds of dirt and ash as it scraped through the turf to an upright position. Tam shifted over to the cockpit’s sensor suite, switching the monitor over to a camera that framed the boarding ramp. Mith and the other Rebels were either rushing aboard or hoisting comrades off the ground onto the ramp as it lifted away from his homeworld.

    “Easy on the thrusters, Cali,” Fi said. “Tam, let us know when they button up the hatch.”

    “They’re almost aboard, but we may want to gain some distance.” He pointed to the dark armor and flowing cape as it appeared on the screen. “Vader.”

    “Never mind what I said,” Fi’s features looked like a fight between panic and determination; the quiet resilience that Tam couldn’t help but adore. “Punch it!”

    Cali complied, but the Whydah only lurched in the air. The two women were safe in their piloting chairs, but Tam was tossed forward, crashing against the control board and eliciting a shower of sparks. When he finally came to himself he eased the concerned shouts of Fi and Cali and got to his feet, but as he brought a ginger hand away from his head to examine the blood on his fingers he began to doubt his own reassurance. Casting his injury from his mind, he said, “Are we still airborne?”

    “Thrusters are in full position,” Fi explained quickly, “but we aren’t moving. Cali, switch some of the reactor power over to the guns.”

    Tam moved back to the monitor to confirm his fears. Sure enough, Darth Vader had his arm outstretched, clutching the Whydah with the Force. “No! Power down, quickly! Set the ship down.”

    “But he’ll get us!” Cali objected, but after seeing Fi’s glare, she powered down the engines. “I hope you have a plan.”

    “I don’t have a plan,” Tam admitted, “but I do have a hope….”



    As the starship came to a hover, Vader released his grip. He strode forward, igniting his lightsaber to finish this mess. He would rid the galaxy of this boy, freeing him to continue his search for the Rebel pilot who had destroyed the Death Star. He grimly determined that the rest of the ship’s complement would simply perish as a result of his irritation.

    “At last,” he said as the boarding hatch opened and the young Tam Dawncaller peered out His back to the rising sun, Vader’s shadow cast long and dark until it fell upon the boy. “At last you see wisdom.”

    The boy stood at the edge of the ramp. “I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to be patient with me, my lord.” His words were perplexing, and thus Vader only watched as he sat on the ramp in a meditative posture.

    “You have been running for some time, boy.” Vader’s armor vocabulator managed to replicate the sardonic, mock pity he had intended. “And now you finally stand to accept your fate. Prepare yourself for oblivion.”

    The Dark Lord of the Sith lifted his energy blade, but was interrupted by the boy’s uplifted hand. “You’re mistaken, my lord. I’m still running.” He lowered his hand and, through incredible apparent effort, telekinetically lifted himself off the ground.

    Vader slashed with his lightsaber, but only met empty air. Taking an instinctive step backwards, he sought out his prey; it was only then that he realized Tam was gone. Even his ramshackle starship had magically disappeared. Tilting his helmet back, Vader let loose a rasping, sonorous roar that set the bodies of fallen soldiers around him to tremble…



    It was far too many staggering steps back to the cockpit, and Tam enlisted Mith and one of his subordinates to help him make the journey. The Rebel’s insistence that he join Jyll in the cargo bay seemed tinny and distant, and easy to ignore. “How far did we get?” he asked Fi once his blurred vision recognized her face.

    “I think your head scrambled the ship’s navigator when you hit it,” Cali interjected. “It’s reading all screwy.”

    In contrast, Fi was smiling. It was one of gratitude and relief. “It’s working just fine, Cali. Let’s get out of here.”

    “Our coordinates,” Tam insisted. “How far did we get?”

    “We’re kilometers away now,” Fi reassured him. “You did great.”

    Tam slumped down in one of the cockpit chairs. “’Great’ would have been Toprawa.” He touched his head again; the blood had streaked down his temple and had now reached his jaw. “I call this ‘good enough….’”

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    Attempting to get her bearings, Fi looked out the Whydah's cockpit glass. Tam's 'displacement', while getting the freighter into orbit, had also rotated the vessel slightly. The curved globe of Dantooine, dawn creeping across its vast surface, now loomed above them.

    She thumbed the comm. "Cargo bay! Luis, are you there?"

    "He's got his hands full," came an anonymous reply, "stabilizing your friend."

    "Everyone buckled in back there?"

    "Mostly."

    "Roger, stand by." She released the comm. "Cali? Sensors?"

    "Uh..." the girl replied, flipping switches. "There's a lot of activity here, friend and foe alike. Right under us."

    Fi took the Whydah into a one hundred and eighty degree barrel roll, the curve of Dantooine that hung above them obediently rotating into a position beneath them. Instinctively, Fi then brought the vessel's nose up, away from the planet. Into her view above then came the foremost point of a grey, arrowhead shape, like a steel sail sitting on the vessel's back. It didn't look that big, really.

    Until she saw its full dimensions on the sensor screen that Cali was mutely pointing at.

    To an external viewer, the Whydah would not really have been visible at all. It was scarcely a gnat, a microbe, speeding along beneath the pointed nose of the Imperial Super Star Destroyer Executor.

    Inside the Whydah's cockpit, Fi shivered.

    "We could use some ideas, here..."
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    As everyone in the cockpit offered ideas as to how to get out of this one alive, Tam heard his own words echoed back to him: “…maybe if they're preoccupied, we could slip by...” He eyed the sensor screens, seeing nothing promising, along with everyone else.

    Everyone, that is, except for Fi. “We better come up with something quick!” her hands ran desperately over the Whydah’s controls, tossing it into a dive that weaved through a torrent of turbolaser fire. “We can’t just fly around waiting for them to pick off the bigger targets!”

    Bigger targets… That gave Tam an idea…



    “Admiral, we’ve acquired a new target.” The officer addressed Admiral Amise Griff, gesturing to the datapad in his hand as it provided a readout of the new vessel.

    Griff eyed the readout suspiciously. “Why are we directing turbolaser power at such a gnat of a ship? It seems barely spaceworthy as it is.”

    “But sir, it’s from the surface, and Lord Vader had very clear instructions that if any craft leave the surface that we should destroy them outright.”

    “Despite the best efforts of our battery teams,” Griff said, his voice seeming distant and contemplative, “we’ve yet to decimate the Rebel forces, or that rogue Star Destroyer, the Pulsar. What makes you think they can destroy one rusted freighter?” Griff was surprised at what he said next, not because they were new but because he’d never given voice to them. “If Lord Vader can’t deal with his own problems on the ground, who are we to solve them for him?”

    At that moment, the tall, mysterious cyborg whom Vader had invited aboard the Executor cocked his head, looking away from the bridge station he had been overseeing. He approached the two bickering officers casually. “I hate to intrude but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.” His cool words seemed to draw them in closer, filling their ears and shoving the din of shouted commands and the rumble of battle from their minds. His eyes looked over both of them as he sized them up with more occult senses.

    Admiral Griff balked at the intrusion of this mystic, shaking his head and freeing himself of the intruder’s psychic cobwebs. “How dare you attempt to enter my mind, you madman! You and your type are barely tolerated here, and only at the behest of Lord Vader himself!”

    “I’m afraid,” the cyborg said, “that I wasn’t the only one in your mind just now.

    “Hello, Tam…”




    Tam barely stifled a scream, and instinctively pushed against the console before him. The exertion tossed him violently from his seat and sent him to the floor of the cockpit.

    Mith helped him regain his composure and his seat. “You should really strap in. Another blow to the head might just do you in.”

    Fi glanced over her shoulder to ask, “What was it, Tam?”

    The boy gave an appreciative nod then looked to Fi. “I tried to draw attention away from us. You know, with the Force. But Tremayne was there. He sensed what I was doing and blocked it somehow.”

    “Well,” Cali offered, “I guess we can chalk that up in the ‘valiant efforts’ category. Does anybody have any better ideas?”

    Tam thought hard, but Tremayne’s backlash had left his mind ringing. “The High Inquisitor is a skilled Force user, able to counter anything I try.” He paused as something suddenly dawned on him. “But not everything!” He immediately undid the straps Mith helped him with and leapt for the cockpit hatch.

    “Where are you going, Tam?” Fi shouted. “What’s the plan?”

    “Comm Reil and tell him to cover you,” Tam said breathlessly, preparing himself. He could feel the air begin to crackle around him, a sensation that had become all too familiar. “When you see the opening, run!”

    “Wait, what are you doing?” Fi almost leapt from the pilot’s chair, studying Tam’s eyes. Like twin moons, their dark brilliance seemed to envelop him in their tidal embrace. Tam drank in the feeling, then returned a look that he hoped conveyed all the love that he had ever shared with her—or even wanted to share with her—then stepped away.

    “Stop!” Fi shouted, and reached for his hand, but it was gone. As surely as it had been there a moment ago, it had vanished…

    …and so had Tam…
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    Fiola blinked in astonishment. Tam Dawncaller, as real and as present as anything a moment ago, had simply blinked out of existence before her very eyes. It defied all logic. Fi had taken a nasty impact to the head in the explosion of her craft, the Dawncaller, but she couldn't believe that she was seeing things when every other sight and sound around her was so vividly clear.

    "If that was some sort of joke," Cali Bellum interjected, "I don't get it. Where the frell did Tam go?"

    So she'd seen it, too. And Mith, blaster immediately brought to the ready, had clearly also witnessed the boy's disappearance. They were all pretty beat up, but Fi felt confident in discarding the 'mass hallucination' theory. Instead, hands shaking, she turned back to the Whydah's controls.

    "Cali, get Reil on the comm. Tell him what Tam told us."

    "Aye aye," the girl replied without sarcasm as she scrabbled for a headset.

    The bulk of the Executor now occupied the entire upper half of their view out the cockpit, speeding forward above them. And with the amount of green turbolaser fire screaming all around them, Fi knew they'd never survive to see the Destroyer's back end fly on by. She twisted and juked the freighter as best she could, knowing that it was only a matter of time now.

    "Reil!" Cali hollered into the comm. "Reil, come in! We've lost Tam!"

    There was only static, for a time. Then:

    "Really-" A large explosion roared over the comm, and they all tensed in horror.

    The voice came back. "Really got my hands full right now, Cali! Did you just say Tam's been killed?"

    "No, he's disappeared!"

    "Hang - dammit!" blaster fire rang a drumroll across the comm channel. "Hang on!" Another explosion, smaller this time.

    "Okay," Reil came back. "Tam disappeared. But you're sure he boarded the ship?"

    "That's a big affirmative!"

    "Alright," the young pilot replied, "It looks like the Whydah was infiltrated while she was dirtside. If Mith is with you, ask him to have his men search the ship by twos. And don't you get left alone!"

    "No, you don't understand," Cali protested, "Tam, he just vanished right into thin air!"

    "I've got a course computed," Fi interjected. "Send it across!"

    "I'm sending you our jump coordinates," Cali explained. "Tam wanted you to cover us, and be ready to jump when we see the, uh... 'opening'." She swallowed hard. "What do you think?"

    "I think," Reil exhaled loudly into the comm, "I think that's about as close to a plan as any of us has..."
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    So. Tam can disappear into thin air. That's new. Reil's mind struggled to process the information, as he twisted his fighter through a corkscrew maneuver, bringing it low to ground before blasting up towards space. The move bought him a little breathing room, enough that he could shunt what was left of his shields and cannons into the engines, outstripping the ties that were massing around the Whydah's crash site, like clouds of insects.

    As Reil broke atmosphere, the Whydah slowly came into view, looking more than little rough. The underside panelling was crumpled and torn, and one of the side turbo-lasers had been shorn off completely, with obvious carbon scoring along the hull where her shields had failed. It was only going to get worse from here too, as they still had to get past that Super Star Destroyer.
    "Y'know, I'm just a guy with a space ship. I didn't ask for all the magic, and responsibility, and giant triangles of pointy death. . ."

    Thankfully Cali interrupted his self pity.
    "Reil, we've got you on scope. You're shields are down, are you ok?"

    "Yeah, I'm alright, just had to give a little extra to the engines, 'cause some people waited till they were all the way into space to tell me they were safely off the ground. Could have maybe used a heads up regarding that."

    "Sorry, it was a little hectic getting up here. We'll try not to leave you behind this time."

    "So what exactly is Tam planning on doing here?"

    This time Fi answered. "I don't know. . . He just said to run when we see the opening. And then he vanished."

    "Oh, and you're supposed to be covering us. . . Some shields might help with that." Cali interjected.

    Reil rolled his eyes and directed power back to shields and cannons.
    "For all the good it'll do. There's Ties swarming the place, from the Morning Star Squadron, and the new Star Destroyer. If they catch up to us, shields or not, I'm only cover for the brief moment it takes for my atoms to separate, and then you guys are on your own. We can't just sit here waiting."

    Reil could hear Cali sigh at the other end of the comm.
    "Well what's your plan?"

    "Whatever move Tam is making, we need to be ready to make the most of it. . . I think we need to get closer to the Super Star Destroyer."

    "Closer? This is already closer than I ever want to be. This is way too close as it is. Half a galaxy apart would still make me kinda uncomfortable, and you want us to get closer?"

    Reil couldn't say he exactly disagreed with that sentiment.
    "A big ship like that is for taking out other big ships, not small ships like us. We're not a threat to it, so it's fighter screen proably isn't that tight. If we get close enough, the ships own bulk should work against it, shielding us from the rest of it. Could buy us some time. It kinda worked at Yavin."

    "I already know I'm not gonna like the answer, but define: Kind of worked."

    "A few ships survived?"
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    The lights flickered within the Nexus room at the core of the Inun, and as Tam stepped up the stairs to the chamber pod at the center of the room his feet crunched on shattered panels and broken components. As the final redoubt for its small and inexperienced crew, the ship had been ravaged. Technicians, officers and navy guards were now corpses strewn around the decks, with the occasional Rebel soldier among the group hinting at the identity of the attackers. Tam clenched his fists; Rebels, Imperials, both sides responsible for so much death. The small boy had a hard time sympathizing with either faction. He had tried so hard to escape all this, and it had chased him from his home, around the galaxy, and now back home again.

    This would never end; as long as Tam lived, those in power—and those who sought power—would target him. Even if he could live with that, those around him would suffer the fallout, and that was something Tam couldn’t live with. He stepped into the Nexus Sphere and…



    “New contact!” shouted the sensor operator to Admiral Griff. “Twenty degrees port, downward seven degrees. I don’t know where it came from, but the profile matches—“

    “It’s the Inun,” Tremayne interrupted. “Tam Dawncaller is aboard.”

    “That vessel had been compromised on the surface,” posited Griff. “How is it now in front of us?” He turned to the High Inquisitor, wagging his finger. “Tremayne, if this is a trick…”

    “Not of my devising I assure you, Admiral,” said Tremayne, his organic eye narrowing to a slit, focusing intently on the holographic readout of the small ‘lynchpin’ of Morning Star Squad, “but it may still be a trap. Destroy it quickly before Dawncaller can try anything else.”

    “Agreed.” Griff turned to his subordinates. “All batteries lock onto the Inun. Wipe it out of my sky.”

    “But sir,” interjected the sensor operator, “look!”

    In stark bluescan, all other vessels in the battle, from the remaining craft in Morning Star Squad to the few Rebel cruisers dogged enough to still remain, slowly began to converge around the Inun, adjusting pitch and yaw until each one hovered around the small craft, its nose pointed toward the Executor



    It was almost more than Tam could hold onto at once, and he found himself relying heavily on the augmenting circuitry and ancient Sith magicks of the Nexus Sphere to grasp the minds and wills of every pilot and officer he could get a hold of. He hardly noticed the sparks of overloaded cabling and blowing capacitors around him, or the coruscating bolts of lightning arcing around the Nexus room. His vision had tunneled, with the Executor at the center of it; everything else around him had become little more than extensions of his will, and he was no more aware of their existence than he was of the blood coursing through his veins...
    …and seeping from his ears, eyes and nose…

    “All… shields…” he said through clenched teeth, “double front.” In seconds the crews of the ships complied, and Tam took a deep breath.

    “All… forward turbolasers… fire!” As one, the starships opened fire, pummeling the shields of the super star destroyer. It returned fire, chewing away at the cruisers and corvettes with all its fury. Even with their shields angled for maximum defense, it wouldn’t be long before they would blossom into fireballs. In the meantime, the backsplash from the Executor’s onslaught resonated off its own shields, and eventually even they couldn’t withstand the fire of the boy’s makeshift fleet.

    Tam had turned the great war machine of the galaxy against itself, like an ouroborous consuming its own tail. Tam had no interest in which side of that proverbial beast won out in the end, he only wanted to use the feedback loop of destructive power to help save his friends. He used the Force to hold tightly to the fire teams, willing them to put more power into their respective weapons as they gained purchase on the hull of Darth Vader’s newest terror ship, concentrating their fire to laser focus until shone like a sun. The cascade of energy tore through deck after deck until it punched through the ship entirely. Distracted by Tam Dawncaller’s jerry-rigged planetary drill as it turned the ship’s gravity well generators to scraps, those commanding the Executor never realized that the behemoth’s new tunnel— jagged and twisted and fraught with debris as it was—opened up in between one small freighter and its hyperspace jump vector to freedom.

    Fi, Reil! Go! Now!

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