A Galaxy Divided 11: Sacrafice . . Clone Pilot: "Blue 8 you got one on your tail!"
Clone Pilot: "12 o'clock high!"
Clone Pilot: "Break left Blue 6, left!"
Clone Pilot: "Argh!!!!!"
Space above the planet Agamar, roughly half-way through the Clone War. Harash Soru leads his forces in an attempt to break the Separatist blockade.
Harash Soru: "Alright Blue Squadron, keep to formation and lets dust these Vultures. Master Ra, you ready?"
Junta Ra: "Copy that Blue Leader. Gold Squadron awaiting orders."
Harash Soru: "Wait for us to engage Gold Leader then begin your attack run."
The two groups of ships come together in an explosion of laser bolts.
Heavy: "Ah I can't shake this one!"
Scurry: "Hang tight Blue 3! I'm coming in behind you."
Harash Soru: "Gold Leader begin your attack run. Vector-Charlie Six!"
Junta Ra: "Copy that Blue Leader. Alright Gold Squadron lets net us a Separatist Cruiser!"
The hangar bay of the Bombardment, Separatist Cruiser and acting flagship for the blockade of Agamar. Now a battle zone.
Junta Ra: "Push forward men! lets clear this hangar quickly!"
Clone Pilot: "Si, hangar is clear!"
Junta Ra: "Good work trooper. Is the bomb ready?"
Clone Pilot: "Got it here Sir. If the info's right then it should be a straight run from here to the core."
Junta Ra: "Then lets get this over with."
Suddenly one of the Clones let out a startled scream as he was lifted off of the floor and impaled on the lightsaber of Fayla Hawow.
Fayla Hawow: "Oh I'm sorry Master Ra. I hope I'm not interupting!"
Fayla jumped down and quickly sliced the head off a second Clone before he could react.
Clone Pilot: "General Ra! The bomb!"
The Pilot tossed Junta the bomb moments before Fayla's balde cut through his chest.
Fayla Hawow: "This ends now Jedi!"
Junta Ra: "Hmm I would rather it end with the destruction of this ship."
Junta leapt forward and swung at Fayla, his attack catching her off guard.
Fayla Hawow: "Hmm, I have read about you Junta Ra. I know your anger and your toying with the Dark Side, you could join me, serve Count Dooku loyally."
Junta Ra: "Thank you Fayla, but I prefer to let the Force guide my actions. And right now it's telling me to kill you."
Fayla Hawow: "You will try little Jedi."
The Kel Dor jumped backwards and suddenly launched a large chunk of metal at Fayla, striking the Dark Jedi squarely in the chest.
Junta Ra: "Your arrogance blinds you Hawow. You think you are Sith but you know very little of the Darkness that you claim to serve."
Fayla Hawow: "I am Dooku's heir! I will learn the Sith ways and I will destroy you Jedi!"
Fayla reached out and gripped Junta with the Force, hurling him against the platform.
Junta Ra fell to the floor, clutching the bomb in his protective grasp. He watched helplessly as Fayla walked over to his lightsaber and stepped on it. Using the Force to crush the blade underfoot.
Fayla Hawow: "It's over Ra. You have lost."
Junta Ra: "There are other ways to win a fight besides dueling."
Junta jumped to his feet and made a dash for the hangar exit.
Charging through the ship as fast as the Force would carry him Junta eventually reached the ship's core.
He grunted as he was hit in the back by a solid Force push.
Fayla Hawow: "Does it pain you Jedi. To know that whatever happens, you have failed today?"
Junta Ra: "The day is far from over Fayla."
The Kel Dor winced as he pushed himself to his feet. He glanced over the edge down towards the fuel holding tank below.
Junta Ra: "One thing you should know about the Jedi. We do not consider dying for a worthy cause to be a failure."
Junta stepped backwards and plunged towards the fuel tank below.
Fayla Hawow: "No! You'll doom us all!"
With a snarl the young Dark Jedi turned and fled to the escape pods.
Junta Ra's body hit the acidified fuel tank, the acid dissolving the Kel Dor's body whilst momentarily supporting the bomb on its surface.
Out in space, Harash Soru watched as The Bombardment exploded in a shower of flames, taking Junta Ra's body with it. The Jedi Master continued to watch as a small escape pod tumbled to the planet below.
Harash Soru: "The blockade is broken. All ship's return to the Draxon."
Zore Embor: "What next Master Soru?"
Harash Soru: "The hunt for Fayla Hawow."