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Although jittery, Darth Zorn was able to react quickly enough to fix his mistakes, though plentiful they were. To each of the attacks he had spun saber around vertically and at a slant, endeavoring to push Trace's sabers out the way.

He glared at the twi-lek. She looked familiar. Very familiar. His head was clouded by the tension he was still feeling as his eyes caugh Trace's again.

"And so, the proficient duelest clashes blades against mine one last time. It has been ages. Hopefully your death shall be a painless and yet satisfying one."

Trace glanced back at the Twi'Lek incredulously. and then back to Yaston. He nodded and spoke. "When I joined the sith, you were the only one to show me any semblance of kindness. I will not ask you to turn from the dark side like others might. I know that it has seeped into your soul. Just try not to be a gigantic p***k like Magnus, nor a cosmic b***h like Nakori." He steped back, his sabers turning from red to green then he turned them off. He walked over to CHongo's body. He turned back to face Yaston. "Don't make me regret leaving you alive."

The twi'lik master, who had suddenly felt a weight crush down on her pysche through the force, was now running towards the lift, intent to carry out her original plan at finding Aama, Aeodia and Tarence. Though she had fully intended to speak with Yaston, the immense sense of approaching disaster had pushed her on, away from confrontation.

He's going to think you're running from him Tama, a voice deep inside her head whispered. She was glad then, at least in some ways, that he had decided to follow her.

The lift loomed up ahead and Tamarai ran into it, whirling around to activate the lift and simultaniosly her double bladed lightsabre, holding it in a defensive position should the Kel Dor, whom was right on her tail, attack her at the moment he entered the lift.

The Kel Dor sped after Tamarai, keen on tracking her and putting her plans to rest, whatever they may be. He picked up on a strong vibe emitting from her, hinting at a strong presence of the Force. And for some reason, she seemed familiar to him.

The iron-meshed gates started to close from respective sides. Yaston lunged toward and fit his body within the small gap left between the two opposing doors before they slammed shut with a disturbing thump. He caught himself from the fall on his knees, absorbing the collision.

The elevator started to ascend slowly, as Yaston looked up from the diamond-plate floor, to Tamarai. He lifted himself off the ground, and ignited his blades. An awkward silence occurred between the two as the elevator ascended, faster, and faster, until wire cage surrounding them started to seem to run the other way, in the distorting effects of speed.

He had a feeling she knew he was going to chase after her. He allowed it to soak in, or so he thought was happening.

Baal had waited long enough soon he would move in to destroy the sith. The commanders reinforcement had arrived at their estimated time. Their fleet was now the largest in this system and now they would rescue their jedi freinds.

Baal stood defiantly.

"Get this message to Domacles on the SSD"



The comm officer quickly gets to sending the message and within minutes a message returns.

"Damocles has sent a reply he says it shall be his honour To war!!"

The SSD began to advance towards Glee anselm Star destroyers forming all around. and the sovereighn behind. Star destroyers also ranking beside it.

Surprising. Yaston almost felt the dialogue as being... refreshing, to coin one's thought. Never had he heard such dialogue from a modern Jedi. For once, he had met someone who had matched the descriptions of the Jedis of old, in which he learned about ages ago as a child. But as such, while the notion was going through his head, he started to circle the Twi-Lek, half-absorbed by his own thoughts.

"Indeed'm. Force your morals and life views down my throat. Quite amusing. As to my time spent alive, and how I think of it... I was hoping your death could answer that for me. But, agreed, it seems we have some time to spare..." With that he looked up; with the elevator going so fast, it still seemed to be ever slowly climbing to the ship it was connected to. One could only guess to the atmospheric climate, and oxygen level, at such altitudes. He needn't not worry; he had no need for air.

"I find it intriguing, how you have the courage and tolerance to speak to me like this. Not many of your kind would have done this... I mean, after all, how am I to reply? A mutual desire to talk? An open attack? A heated argument? You lay yourself in my palm, ready to react to my response, whatever it may be... why? Why set yourself up in this situation? Are you truely interested in what I have to say? What is your motivation?"

His saber was held loosely on his side and somewhat behind him, one point facing down. Now and then, the blade facing down would contact with the floor, emitting a spark. Of which he was not concerned with.

Tamarai tilted her head slightly as if contemplating what had been said. She smiled sadly before answering, "Is wishing to save another life, possibly even more, motivation enough? Though I do not agree with everything I have done in my life...I accept it. Every descision I have made," she recalled her conversation with Bryce out by her mother's grave, "I would make them all again. That, is how one measures the worth of their life."

"I would rather have you understand where you are coming from, and where you must go than fight you. Fighting rarely solves anything but overpopulation issues. You have yet to answer my question. I have answered yours."