Jedi Expedition: Part 1 - The Hoth Adventure

Victory was in their grasp alright, but for how long? Nykon Graves could only guess. The path to where they had found Rep Gordon was now gone, buried under ice. But the chamber the Jedi were defending themselves in was beginning to show signs that it too was going to come down.

Nykon hiked Rep higher up onto his shoulder as he spun around with his lightsaber flashing and slashing at the dark wampas. He turned to where Will and Truger were fighting with many Knights and Padawans, "The ceiling! This chamber has lost it's structural support! We need to evacuate to the surface now!!"

Will hadn't heard Nykon, he was in his element now, the power of this place feeding him as he carved a path through the wampas.

Truger heard though, and was able to get Will's attention. "Will make for the surface! We'll follow!"

Will nodded "Got it!" he said and followed suit by moving for the main tunnel that should take them back to the surface, never stopping his blade, it carved through the wampas like nerf butter on a hot day.

The Jedi began to move as one, funneling into the tunnel Will had taken the lead with. Truger stayed behind to take up the rear guard.

Nykon was almost clipped with a large chunk of ice, he turned to Bream Darklighter, "Bream gather the strongest telekinetics, and have them focus on the falling ice, in these tunnels we should only have to worry about wampas from the front and rear, but the ice can kill us before we get to the open skies."

Bream quickly answered, "Yes Sir Master Graves," then ordered six of his Jedi to do as Nykon suggested. Nykon couldn't see Will and the others anymore, they were too far ahead. But Truger's group was in the fight of their life. A fighting retreat if ever there was one.

Nykon knew there were more wampas coming from Trugers end of the Jedi line then Will's and asked a more healthy looking knight to carry Rep Gordon's unconscious form as he went to lend a hand in the withdrawal.
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Modero looked out off the cockpit as they took off, focusing in on the cave. He glanced at the Jedi, who was too busy piloting to pay him much attention, and shut his eyes. He could feel the caves - already collapsing. The battle below must have caused some structural damage. This should make his task much easier.

Concentration hard, he pushed his hands downward, as though trying to squish the air around him. But in the Force, he was trying to destroy the cave. Then he received a shock. Someone, or, several people, were already trying to keep the cave up. He could feel them extending into the Force, giving all they had to stop the collapse. He heaved a heavy sigh and opened his eyes. Bringing down the cave with no resistance would have been difficult enough. Battling several Force-users trying to prevent him would make it impossible. He would not be able to destroy that dark spirit. Not today, at least. Probably never, he thought. If there was one chance to do so, it would have been when he had control of th environment - and he was practically connected to Hoth. But if he tried to take the cave down with the will of several Jedi in his way, he would surely fail, and weaken himself to a point where the woman could easily defeat him. He would just have to hope that spirit never found a way to him.

Lord Reaver, now in full control of Hal Darrun's body smiled at the sound of howling wampas and roars of bloodlust. He had been free of the debris for a while now, and was continuing to the surface.

All he needed now was to take the Jedi's shuttle. Though he preferred being taken back by someone who knew the workings of the strange model of shuttle the Jedi were using.

Oh the disadvantages of being trapped for centuries. Then Reaver thought about his Sith enemies, the ones who had forced him into the Holocron and destroyed his physical body. Those Sith were long dead, in fact aside from the Jedi themselves, Modero was the only threat to his existence. No Reaver knew he'd need to fool the Jedi into aiding him eliminate Modero once and for all.

Reaver had had so many opportunities to remove Modero from the playing field, and had failed in all attempts. It wasn't that Modero was more powerful, no, Reaver had more powerful knowledge at his disposal, Reaver was a victim of the Holocron, It had been his host, and until he could move from it to a new host he only had the Force power of the host available. Once he figured this out, he bid his time awaiting a fool who would come seeking the Holocron's knowledge. Reaver simply acted as it's gatekeeper and lead his victims through the rituals he needed to preform to transfer his essence. Unfortunately those who had sought the Holocron's knowledge had been weak.

Well all but Modero that is. Modero was the biggest thorn in Reavers side. Modero had forced him back into the Holocron and for that he would die. It didn't even need to be with Reaver's hands, as long as Modero was dead. In fact the less Modero knew of what happened to Reaver the better.

Reaver lifted Hal's head at the sound of lightsabers buzzing and slashing. In the distance he could see the colors of Jedi blades being reflected in the ice. Showtime Reaver thought and dropped Hal's body to the ground. He'd pretend to be Hal, and injured to get a free ride to the Jedi's ship in orbit, from there he'd do everything in his power to turn the Jedi onto Modero's trail.

It would be all too easy.....
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Truger and Master Graves had finally returned. And it was just in time. Moments earlier the wampas had finally tried something new, a flanking maneuver that sought to take the line of Jedi from behind. If it hadn't been for the small number of Jedi who had remained in the original semi-circle location of the right wing it would have worked too. They'd also been lucky that Bream had the sense to leave only knights in that position when he had led the right wing in the left wheel.1 If there had been even one padawan the wampas would have overrun the rear line and killed them all, in fact they nearly had and disaster was prevented only by the skill of the knights who had met that attack.

Truger had taken control of the left wing, allowing Will to coordinate the rear defenses which finally began to push the wampas back. I hate to admit it but I admire the wampas ingenuity in the flanking maneuver, or perhaps more properly the ingenuity of whoever is controlling them The fighting was brutal and with the main line of Jedi a scarce few meters behind there was no room for fancy saber tricks, it was a melee like the battles of ancient times now only remembered in holodramas. Will was enjoying himself as he cut through the wampas. Watching them die from the saber throws had been an fascinating battle of unit tactics, but there was nothing like the rush from a melee. Perhaps it was his new power that produced that sensation, yes he had never felt like this before landing on Hoth. Saber combat used to be a calm calculated affair, each slash, stab and step planned in advance, the possible actions of the enemy predicted and countered before they had even thought of them. Not any more, now Will felt the thrill of battle, the primal sense of victory as he watched the life drain from each wampa's eyes as his sabers struck a killing blow or broke their windpipes with a well placed, focused use of the Force that impacted with the power of any primitive warhammer.

"Will make for the surface! We'll follow!"

Will nodded "Got it!" he said. Will turned back to the wampa he was fighting and stabbed he silver-blue blade into its belly. He twisted the blade as he pulled it out to make the wound larger and moved towards the main tunnel that would take them back to the surface, never stopping his blade, it carved through the wampas like nerf butter on a hot day. Behind him the wampa collapsed, curling up into a ball, covering the gapping hole in its belly with a fury blood stained paw. I'm glad Truger and Master Graves are back....but couldn't they have just come back with Master Gordon and left the cave-in behind? Will brought his silver-blue blade up above his head, the wampa in front of him slicing its own paw off when it brought it down in a hammer blow that would have probably shattered Will's spine if it had connected. Will stabbed his amber blade into the wampa's chest, slashing it out of the body, cutting a lung in half and probably severing several veins in the process. The sudden loss of oxygen causing the wampa to collapse wheezing before finally dying when a padawan behind Will cleanly severed the wampa's head.

Up ahead he could sense something, it wasn't malevolent but neither did it seem entirely friendly. More disturbing was that it felt strangely like Hal, but Will couldn't feel Jayda's presence anywhere. How? Jayda's too skilled to be taken down by that moonbrained Jedi. Master Graves! There may be trouble up ahead! I think I can sense Hal, but I can't feel Jayda anywhere!
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Reaver felt someone probe his link to the wampas, It was Will! He sent a last comand to the dark wampas: "Kill them all and your free at last!" He knew the wampas would fight to their deaths no matter what now.

With that task no longer a concern of his, Reaver set about removing suspicion from Hal. He called on the dark side, not from Hal-- he didn't need to use Hals Force connection anymore, Now that he had a stronger living host he could use the Force that surrounded him, he drew it from the ruins, and pulled it into a mental ball, then used it to slam his host's body against the debris he had not too long ago removed himself from. The energy was distinctively Sith, and as it washed over Hal's body it smashed Reaver but more importantly, it would look as though Modero had attacked Hal. And why not? He had! When questioned, Reaver planed to tell the truth....from a certain point of view.

Within moments he was "awakened" by a frantic Will, "What happened? Where's Jayda?!!! Will had to scream to be heard, most of the ruins were beginning to crash down in a cascading effect. Reaver knew that without the dark side preserving the ruins walls Hoth would reclaim the Sith Temple once and for all. So be it Reaver thought but answered, "S-s-sith," he started to cough and the blood he sprayed across Will was real, his own attack had broken a few ribs at least. "Ambushed.....Jayda was taken... Reaver held up Hal's arm for a second then dropped it as though completely out of energy. ..that way...he attacked me to get her to go with him. I don't know how long ago exactly."

Nykon Graves and Truger came running up both panting hard from battle fatigue. Graves looked at Hal, "Hal! Can you walk? Nevermind, Truger help him, the shuttles just ahead, if we hurry we just might catch this Sith and Jayda."

Just then Jayda's ship came flying over a glacier and banking hard to the right before climbing hard for space.

"Sithspit!" Will cursed. "Lets get everyone moving, Bream's not going to be able to hold the wampas off for much longer."

Nykon glanced back the way they had came, where the tunnel broadened Bream had set up with six knights, they were engaging the wampas two at a time. The wampas luckily could only fit through the tunnel in twos so it was looking like it might be under control, but Nykon knew the wampas could always dig new tunnels to re-engage the Jedi in mass.

"Go, I'll go help Bream." Nykon said to Truger and Will. He sprinted off to where Bream was fighting for the lives of all the Jedi on Hoth. Nykon's sabers were ignited as he ran up to Bream, he was done with Hoth, done with the wampas, done playing around.

He blazed past Bream a blur, carving the two wampas the knights were holding back into four parts each, he flowed into the tunnel carving as he went, Bream watched as Nykon's arms seemed to glow a reddish yellow, each strike of his sabers seemed to spark off skull and bone of the wampas, and still he pressed forward.

Bream suddenly heard Nykon's voice as though behind him, "Quickly, fly you fools!" and he knew then that Nykon meant to sacrifice himself so the rest of the Jedi could escape.

Bream Darklighter turned to the eldest of the six Jedi with him, "McFly, run, tell Truger to raise ship!"

McFly looked at Bream like he was crazy, maybe he was- he still wasn't sure- he asked as though he wanted to talk Bream out of it, "What are you planning?" McFly started.

"Hello McFly! This isn't the time! MOVE!!" Bream wasn't going to leave this Nykon to die for him. No one else was dying here on Hoth if he could help it, Bream sprinted up the tunnel after Nykon.

Nykon still moved deeper up the tunnel, he knew he was making a mistake- who enters a structure as it's coming down?!

Yeah, Nykon hadn't thought that one through. Suddenly he was back in the same issue he was in before, only now he still had wampas on his backside.

"DUCK!!!" The word came from behind Nykon, and he didn't question it, he watched a thermal detonator sail past him. Seeing his que, Nykon turned 180 degrees and saw his salvation from a very poor choice in problem solving. He Force amplified his Force Run again, and grabbed Bream as he flew back past him. "This stays between you and me kid." Nykon said smiling. "I owe you one."

"Show me how you run so fast and we'll call it even. Bream said admiring the speed that Nykon was able to generate. Reaching out in the Force Bream lashed out at the walls of the tunnel, helping the ruins come down, and also pinning the wampas inside.

Some might say it wasn't the Jedi way, but Bream didn't care. Many Jedi had died on Hoth, and he'd managed to stop a Jedi Weapon's Master from committing suicide in a very spectacular and bloody way.

Looking up at Nykon Bream said through a smile, "Your crazy you know that?"

Nykon replied, "I think your right. and returned Breams smile as they exited the ruins once and for all. Nykon didn't slow, he still had to get the two of them to the shuttle before Truger took off.
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The original group of Jedi they had left when Jayda had found them were already at the ships. The Jedi Medic had set up one of the ships as an aid station and had powered it up so its life support systems could make the wounded more comfortable. But that was the only ship ready for flight, the rest were still powered down. Blast! Cold engines are the last thing we need for an emergency evac! The Jedi were now regrouping from the frantic retreat, thankfully the Jedi pilots and transport crews were already up the loading ramps and powering the transports up. Will moved to the base of the loading ramp of the nearest transport

How long?

In this cold? Fifteen minutes, but we have to skip almost all the pre-flight system checks! But I can't promise this bird will break atmo if we do!

Do it! We've got a Sith heading for orbit with one of our own! I've seen what happens to prisoners of the Sith...Every second we delay puts Jayda's life at greater risk. The Jedi nodded and began shouting orders up to the cockpit. Medic! As soon as Master Gordon and the other wounded on board get the transport back to the Saber's Hilt. Let them know what happened here and that Jayda's been captured! The winds of Hoth were picking up and Will was now amplifying his voice with the Force to be heard above the wind and whine of transport engines slowly powering up.

Will made his way back to the other transports where Truger was already organizing a defensive line. The majority of Jedi had formed a close ranked line protecting the loading ramps to the transports. Behind and slightly above them on the transport ramps were a small number of Jedi. From the looks of things he had raided the emergency kits aboard the transports and passed out the blasters that were standard in each kit to the Jedi on the transport ramps. Those few Jedi with blasters would be able to shoot over the heads of the Jedi in front of them, and more importantly were in the perfect position to provide covering fire when the Jedi had to retreat onto the transports. In the distance Will saw Master Graves emerge from the cave entrance running at full speed, a cloud of dust and ice behind him. Whether there were any wampas behind him Will couldn't tell. It would be only fitting for the wampa's to follow Master Graves out and send us off in the same manner that they greeted us to the ruins
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As Graves and Darklighter emerged from the tunnel, Nykon noticed that his and Breams efforts had only stopped the largest group of the wampas, Others were making their way along the snow dunes, hidden. Nykon could see them from his position though. He stopped and lowered Bream to the snow.

Do you still have a commlink? Nykon asked him.

"I do though I'm not sure if it will work anymore."

Nykon pointed out the wampas preparing to ambush the last transports. "Tell them if they have any long range weapons, now is the time; I see at least eighty or so wampas out there hiding in the snow. he said before turning away.

Bream Darklighter managed to contact Will, he quickly filled him in on the sneak attack, while he was doing this Graves crouched down then seemed to take off into flight!

Nykon knew that even with the warning, Will and the rest of the Jedi wouldn't know where the wampas were until they attacked. His only option was to draw the wampas out. He drew the Force around himself, and used it to launch himself into a super high Force Jump. He had his blades in his hands as he came down. He drew more of the Force around himself while flying through the air, when he came down his impact threw six wampas into the air and made another dozen or so scatter.

"There! Concentrate your fire near Master Graves position, he's in the middle of the wampas!" Will's voice carried across the plains of Hoth by use of the Force, all the way to Nykon.

Hearing this he once more drew the Force around himself and sprang to the sky. Two more times he repeated his tactic, landing in the midst of the wampas and drawing them out under Jedi fire. His blades striking whatever wampas that came within reach.

They were all so close now. So close to getting off of Hoth, and away from this den of evil. All they had to do now was survive the next few minutes and get the ships in the air.
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Truger saw what was up and decided to take action. He'd already nabbed a blaster rifle off one of the supply shuttles, and now, looking around quickly, he picked out four other Jedi who were similarly equipped.

He pointed up at one of the shuttles. "Up there we'll have a better vantage point. Come on."

With a few Force assisted jumps, Truger was on top one of the shuttles looking down and out at the expansive white plain before them. He saw Nykon bouncing around still, but more importantly Truger was able to spot other areas where the wampas' movements were giving them away.

Snapping his crosshairs onto the first wampa he spotted, he squeezed the firing stud and moved on. With rapid precision he shot target after target, never stopping to see how the battlefield looked or what was going on around him. Instead he slipped into an unthinking state of pure reaction. Letting the Force guide his actions, he and the other sharpshooters provided support from above.
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Releasing the controls to the Sith, Jayda made her way to the navigator's seat and proceeded to watch him fly her ship. Of course...it wasn't her ship as far as registration was concerned, but she'd already come to think of Shadow Breaker as her own personal property. An extension of herself, so to speak. And it irked her that this Dark Man was messing with her controls, piloting her vessel. She smiled grimly behind her helmet. Tough situations could do that to you. Cause you to form attachments to anything and everything you found familiar.

Jayda removed one gauntlet from her armor and began to absently trace her tatoo. Familiar. She glanced out the cockpit at the receeding view of Hoth. Her Jedi friends were still down on the planet, and she didn't even know if they were alive. So many had lost their lives in those caves. Closing her eyes, she reached out in the Force, searching for anyone, anything. But the Sith was blocking the area immediately surrounding the ship. She was unable to break through the shadowy cobwebs he'd woven throughout the Force. Opening her eyes in frustration, she glanced down once more at a chunk of ice hanging in the blackness of space. May the Force be with them all.
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The wampas were getting cut down by Truger's well aimed and directed blasterfire. Inevitably some wampas were making it through and would reach the transports soon. Steady! Steady! Hold your ranks. If we break the wampas will capture us all one by one and take us back to their caves. There won't be any rescue mission if that happens and these transports are our only way off this ice ball. They might send a rescue team down, that would be the Jedi thing to do, but they need to believe that there won't be any back up. Especially the padawans, this is not the time to entertain hope of rescue because of some noble Jedi ideal taught in the safety of a Temple. This is what the world outside the Temple is like, this is what being a Jedi in the field is like and they need to understand that you never assume help will come. Every Jedi that's ever died in the field died because they assumed help would come, or were counting on the Jedi next to them to trust in their saber and the Force, nothing else but instead that Jedi hoped for more. All beings, even Jedi, fight with more determination when they believe standing their ground now is the only way to survive. Until we're off this ice ball count on three things: the Jedi next to you, your saber, and the Force. Those are the only things that will see you safely onto a transport and to the Saber's Hilt.

The wampas were close now, their howls mingling in the wind of Hoth to create a fearsome sound. Will knew that sound, many creatures uttered it in some variation or another. The sound was death and it had called for Will many times before but he had always evaded it's summons, though he had seen many, too many fall to be trapped forevermore in its thrall. Not today! You shall have no more Jedi today! It shall be YOUR agents of destruction that answer your call Death! Not us! Will brandished his sabers and prepared to meet the wampas in the final desperate combat to escape the death spell of Hoth.
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OOC: So just trying to revive the RPG after a week-two week break. Been dying to get the story back up so we can develop all the plot ideas we came up with during our break. Very Happy

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The medical transport had taken off, now it was just a matter of holding off the wampas long enough for the remaining transports to finish powering up. Will could hear the whine of the engines slowly increasing as they reached full power. But the wind had picked up significantly now, decreasing visibility to a mere 20 meters. Perhaps rushing the system checks wasn't such a brilliant idea Will grimaced as he cut a wampa in half with his sabers. The taste of the battle frenzy he had experienced in the caves was still very much alive, tempting him with the promise of power to vanquish the wampas once and for all. Part of him wanted to believe he could embrace that battle frenzy once again and still maintain coordination with the rest of the saber Jedi. But the further he had gotten from the caves the more wrong it felt, each time he had tapped the new power it made him feel like a dark stain on a white cloth.

TWO MINUTES! A voice hollard over the howling wind and noise of battle.

Master Graves had done a good job at foiling the wampa's last ditch ambush and Truger's sharpeshooters were laying down devastating fire, each bolt finding its mark despite the low visibility. Somehow a pack of extra large wampas had avoided Truger's fire, or as Will noticed on closer inspection of their scorched fur, had simply shrugged off the sting of the blaster bolts.

Force Push! Force Push!

The Jedi directly in front of the wampas raised their hands in unison and unleashed a Force Push to knock the wampas off balance. Almost instantly a hail of blaster fire scorched over the heads of the Jedi, leaving the wampas with nothing but black smoldering remains where their heads once were. Not much longer now...Hang on Jayda we're coming for you Will projected the last thought, hoping Jayda was still alive to receive it though Will knew all too well that now her survival depended on whether the Sith found watching her slowly give into despair of ever being rescued or a painful death more entertaining. Will shuddered at the thought of what Jayda's last moments would be like if the Sith prescribed to the latter form of entertainment. Hang on Will's sabers flashed to cut down more wampas as the weather rapidly deteriorated into a blizzard.
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Nykon Graves turned away from the corpse of the latest Wampa to cross his blades when he hear the call. TWO MINUTES!

He scanned the sudden battle field. Luckily they had held the wampas back to a dozen meters from the shuttles, but even so, as more Jedi loaded up the wampa would over take the line.

Thinking furiously an idea came to him, "Follow my lead!" he cried out to the Jedi around him. He disengaged the saber in his right hand before clipping it to his belt and extending his now empty hand and exerting himself through the Force.

He focused on heating the ice, he envisioned Tatooine's barren dune sea with its heat radiating off the sand. As the snow and ice between the shuttle and the Jedi line began to steam the Jedi around Nykon caught on to what he was attempting.

"Come on!! Help Master Graves!"Bream Darklighter yelled. Adding his own effort to the task.

As more Jedi added their energy there began to form a trench in the snow. One that was rapidly becoming a river, cutting deeper into the snow and ice.

Seeing that Bream had things now under control, Nykon called out, "Spread out and make a circle around the shuttles, work on widening it as you go!" And with that Nykon Force jumped across the line to where the rest of the Jedi fought to keep the wampas at bay.

As Nykon hit the ground his lightsaber cut through the neck of a wampa that was about to tear a young knight in two. The knight looked up in terror, his face as white as the snow, eyes bulging like a Rodian, poor kid Nykon thought He's not going to be sleeping again anytime soon.

He pulled out his second blade again and set to work dropping and chopping wampas as he went from Jedi to Jedi yelling, "FALL BACK! Quickly fall back! Jump across the river now before it's too big!"

Not one Jedi disobeyed, they all completed the slash, hack, or shove at the wampas and turned and were gone. Many wampas tried to follow and fell into the water and quickly sunk beneath the current. Many more howled and turned towards the one target at hand.

Nykon Graves.

He spun his sabers in three flourished circles ending with the hilts end to end, with a twist he connected the two into a staff, A double bladed lightsaber. Flipping the now double bladed saber over his right hand he gripped it and thrust out with his right arm impaling a wampa through its eye. Without missing a beat, Nykon withdrew his San-Ni staff with his left hand and let go of the double bladed saber still embedded in the wampas skull burning a larger hole, grabbing the San-Ni staff with both hands he quickly activated the weapon. He flipped the San-Ni to his left and cracked another wampa in the face, his hair bust in flame and it howled in pain and rage. He reached out and called his double bladed saber back to his right hand.

Once more he began to run through the wampas. It was a kinder thing to end these dark twisted beasts then let their infection spread. Nykon kept an eye on Bream's progress. Once the Jedi finished their latest defense Nykon would cross and board as well. But until then, it was his duty as a Jedi to ride the galaxy of this evil, and he would.
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As they passed through the planet's atmosphere, Modero struggled to keep his composure.

Space. He had not seen it in so long. The magnitude. The depth.

He wanted it. All of it.

The problem was, he had no idea what state the galaxy was in. He could not trust the Jedi to give him a truthful answer about anything. He had to find someone reliable to gain information from before he could plot his next move.

"Keep us in orbit." he demanded to the woman. "I'm not ready to leave yet."

He had to think about their destination. There were so many places he could go...

"Sullust." he muttered to himself. That was the spot.

"We will go to Sullust" he said. The woman made no sign of having heard him. She was staring defiantly out the cockpit window.

He stood up quickly, staring down at the top of her head. With a snarl, he took out his lightsaber and held it over her. Simply igniting the blade would kill her instantly. He should kill her. He no longer needed her. But would that ruin the vision?

"We will go to Sullust", he repeated. The woman had not looked back or even moved.

"Nykon! We need to go. Now!" Truger was hanging on in the open side of one of the shuttles. Everyone was ready to go. And they needed to go soon, while the wampas were at bay.

Nykon's lightsabers were moving faster than his eyes could follow, but Truger was glad to see he was heading toward the shuttle. However, so were the wampas.

"Will, help me push back the wampas. We can do it together."

Will nodded, and together they concentrated on the task. Using the Force, they knocked back the pursuing wampas, giving Nykon the room he needed to make a clean escape.

"Hurry! Before the river freezes."
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As soon as Nykon Graves feet his the shuttle floor Truger issued the order to leave Hoth. Nykon wasn't sorry to see Hoth dwindle away as planets do when you leave a system. But first they would need to arrive on the Saber's Hilt and figure out where the Sith took Jaydah.

Will seemed to be a step ahead of Nykon in thoughts.

"Will to Saber's Hilt Command, come in Command." Will said into his commlink, after a short delay he was patched through to the Command deck of the Saber's Hilt "We need to know where the shuttle that just lifted went! A Sith Lord is now in command of it and has Knight Jaydah hostage! We are inbound eta 2 minutes. Over?"

"Roger that, we'll have the telemetry of the ships jump when you arrive. Saber's Hilt out.

With that the Jedi in the shuttle quietly stood, sat, or lay where they were and hoped they wouldn't be too late to help Jaydah.
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