Naylon ducked underneath butt of an Alliance soldier's rifle before jamming his elbow in the attacker's belly, following the strike with an open faced palm blow to the chest, causing the now regretful soldier to collapse instantly to the ground in a heap. Looking around the immediate carnage, he took solace in the notion that at least they had some breathing room thanks to the work of the various squadrons that had made their way to the wilderness before Voldon had dropped in. One member of the aforementioned squadrons called out to him, Voldon approaching as fast as he could.
"What's the situation?" He could see more dropships dropping down behind the treeline about two hundred yards off, a grimace framing his features. When Vano mentioned finding Soto in attempts to stop the endless tide of enemy forces, he nodded. 
"Something I've been trying to do for the past few minutes to no avail. Jean enjoyed being in the heat of things, so I'm going to assume she's closer to the base than we are." Shouts of alarm came from the distance as blaster fire once more pierced the battlefield, the sonic boom of concussion grenades adding more emphasis to their plight. 
"Hold your positions here and provide supporting fire for the squadrons up ahead, then drop back once the Alliance forces get close. Head towards the rally point near the hangar. That's where we'll hold them off for as long as we can." He removed himself from cover, but not before warning Vano:
"Don't engage Soto if you see her, do you understand? You save your squad, move back and let me handle her. Her power is going to be even more amplified by the planet's Force energies." He shuddered inwardly at the thought of Jean having even MORE power than before. She needed to be stopped before she ripped them apart. 

"Isn't this SO fun?! A reunion of sorts!" Kira shrieked in pain as Jean held her suspended in mid-air, the latter's hand bunched into a fist. Around the duo were the last survivors of both sides taking pot shots at one another, wisdom taking hold of the non-Force users as they stayed behind cover and allowed the Force users to battle it out in front of the main entrance to the compound. It had been maybe an hour of heavy fighting, Kira positioning herself at the front of the base and slicing through the Alliance's forces, when Jean arrived, cackling a bit when she saw who the resistance had thrown in her path. Voldon unfortunately arrived right when Jean decided to end Kira's torment, slamming the Knight into the ground, sickening cracks bouncing off the bodies littered across the damp earth. 
"KIRA!" 
"I was wondering when you would show up. You two are never apart...well, I can think of a few times..." Voldon got down on a knee, looking over Kira's faintly breathing body before narrowing his eyes at Soto, saber igniting. 
"Come now, you have to say more than that. It's been two, three years, hasn't it?" Voldon growled under his breath, moving forward. 
"Well fine, we won't get a chance to air out grievances. Before you die, however, I'll let you know that I'll never forget that one night we shared on Corellia. It was practically..." She inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering before a malicious smirk formed. 
"Magical." Voldon let out an echoing shout as he charged ahead, saber gripped tightly in both hands as he slashed downward-

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To find that a chill had swept through the corridor, a sinking cold that felt all too familiar. 
"Just like the homeworld." Yerbol muttered, hand quickly going to his saber as his breath crystallized into vapor. At the end of the hallway now stood Bracknell, his form seeming to fill the expanse of the hall, power seeping from every slow, sure-footed step he took towards them.
"Moving that slow is just prolonging the inevitable you know!" Yerbol shouted in defiance, saber crackling to life. Abbeth moved alongside him, blaster rifle at shoulder height, aimed directly at the oncoming Sith Lord's head. 
"What do we do?" Abbeth asked quietly, finger hovering over the trigger.