--Mygeeto--

A crystaline world of arctic beauty, inhabitted by the Lurmen, a race of meter-high, pacifist simian. But today, the planet was to become a barren wasteland. Above the world, shuttles and ships were desperately warping out of the system, the native Lurmen choosing to abandon their system instead of fight. The Defiance was making her escape as the first wave of ships from the Confederacy of Independant Systems (C.I.S.) began their assault. Kiana stood on the bridge, watching as the last waves of shuttles were lifting off. Captain Pellaeon stood beside her. They watched the immense warfleet looming in front of them. "They want this planet badly..." She sighed.

"I cannot begin to guess why they would want a backwater planet like Mygeeto and why they are willing to put so much of their forces into securing it." he sighed. "Prepare to jump." he gave the order.

"That backwater planet would be my home." Said a slightly annoyed voice from the back of the bridge. The two turned around to see a Lurman in a fine cloak walk in.

"Senator, please forgive the captain. He meant no disrespect. He was talking strategically." Kiana apologized.

"I know." The senator shrugged. "But it doesn't get any easier. This is the second time this has happened in this war. That I have had to watch my homeworld beset by Droids and Seperatists. Chancellor Palpatine promised this wouldn't happen again."

"Well, I'm afraid that the bulk of the fleet is engaged in other places, we cannot spare forces to repel such an immense fleet." she said, it was then that the ship rocked.

"First volley of cannonfire. The lead ships are targetting us." the comm officer reported. Pellaeon turned to the window again. "Well, at least they aren't targetting the shuttles." he sighed. "As soon as our last fighter is aboard, jump." He ordered. Another volley of cannonfire rocked the ship again. At that point, the second wave warped in, right in their flightpath. "DAMN!" Pellaeon exclaimed. "Hard about, recalculate our trajectory!"

"That will take several minutes, sir." reported the navigation officer.

"Well then I suggest you start immediately. Looks like this will be more difficult than we thought." He grunted. "Ventral cannons, lay down covering fire for our shuttles. Dorsal cannons, target their lead ship and fire at will." His young, yet skilled eyes survayed the battlefield in front of them. "All other batteries, target the closest ship you can and fire at will." The immense cannons began their barrage, in return as the lead Providence was buried in a barrage of cannonfire. It, of course began to fire back, but it would need to get in position first. The Providence was a Broadside vessel, meaning that in its head-on charge, its heaviest guns weren't able to be brought to bare on the Republic ship.

"Captain, it's the fighterbay, they are asking permission to launch."

"Belay that." Pellaeon ordered. "We may not even have enough time to receive our own shuttles, let alone launch and recall before jumping." he barked. He didn't want to have to abandon the evacuation shuttles, but he could see several waves of bombers approaching, along with TRI-Fighters zipping towards the shuttles. Launching fighters now would be pointless, as they wouldn't intercept in time. He was forced to stand, hands behind back, tied by invisible ropes of responsibility. He could not and would not risk his ship and crew in a futile gesture. Kiana put a hand on his shoulder. She understood. As they looked out, she saw something.

"Sir, unauthorized launch. It's Master Larra-Vi's fighter."

"Order her to return at once." Kiana called. She hated undermining the captains authority, but this was urgent. His eyes indicated he was more focussed on the battle than the chain of command.

"No response fro-"

"SIR, MASSIVE FLEET EXITTING HYPERSPACE!!!" the scanner officer called. "I COUNT 30 CAPITALS, I REPEAT, 30 CAPITALS!" He hollered.

"Where?" Pellaeon asked, before several ships appeared around them, it was a minor miracle that they hadn't been hit by the ships exiting where they had. Pellaeons face drained of colour, but his expression didn't change. He noticed that the nose of the ship wasn't actually pointed at any ship specifically, but that would soon change. "Computations?" he asked, knowing that they had 10 seconds at most, before the fleet that had just warped out would realize that they were there and begin firing.

"Still another minute."

"We won't last that long, JUMP NOW!" he roared.

"But sir-"

"NOW, BLAST YOU!!!" Pellaeon screamed.

"EMERGENCY JUMP, ALL HANDS BRACE FOR IMPACT!" the conn-officer called. Canderous ran onto the bridge at that very moment.

"GENERAL!!!" He yelled, sprinting towards Kiana, he jumped and wrapped his arms around her, just as the ship blasted into Hyperspace along a blind trajectory. He was acting only on instinct. He couldn't help himself, he didn't care how infinitesimally little this stupid gesture would increase her chances of survival, he was going to do it anyway.