Black Spire Outpost is a small but thriving settlement on the Outer Rim world Batuu. Although Batuu’s remote location — it’s so far off the grid that couriers have to carry interstellar messages to a planet with a Holonet beacon — has given it a reputation as a good place to lay low and avoid attention, Black Spire has witnessed skirmishes in both the Clone Wars and the more recent war between the Resistance and First Order.

The Spire is a market town where Batuuans and the occasional outlanders come to buy and sell a surprising variety of wares. The main bazaar features handcrafted toys, clothing, pets, and the pervasive, mouthwatering scent wafting from Ronto Roaster’s grill, a converted pod racer engine. Customers interested in specialty goods tend to stick to Dok-Ondar’s Den of Antiquities or Hondo Ohnaka’s latest “highly legitimate and extremely legal import/export business venture.” The most out of place customers must be the trickle of spiritual seekers who flock to Saavi’s scrapyard to pick through rusted durasteel and droid bits in search of something special.

Although people from small Rim communities are known for a certain aloofness with outsiders, Batuuans have gleefully adapted to the increased foot traffic in the bazaar and the planet is something of a minor tourist destination for coreward travellers with a taste for the exotic. Smiles and cries of “Bright suns, traveller!” invariably lead to foreign credits lining Batuuan pockets.

Although the planet has its share of thugs, typically found in Oga’s Cantina, even a First Order garrison couldn’t shake the feeling that this is the happiest place in the galaxy.

Batuu was not the first place anyone would think to go searching for someone, but then again, it wasn't the most obvious of places to hide.

The small, yet thriving, Outer Rim settlement was ablaze with excitement and activity. The Black Spire Outpost seemed to inspire the very best out of the people who lived here. Not once had Appius seen a frown on anyone's face, as laughter, cheer, and general goodwill was everywhere he looked. It put a smile on the Mandalorian's face, and he was tempted to jump down from the rooftop that he had perched himself on and join in with the festivities, especially when there was a delightful scent coming from Ronto Roster's grill just around the corner that made saliva build in the Mandalorian's mouth.

Alas, Appius was here on a hunt, and his honour as a Mandalorian dictated that he saw this mission through first and foremost. His target was none other than one of Clan Odan-Urr's Aediles, Elyon de Neverse. She was a young woman, a very young woman in fact, and Appius had all the information he needed on her from the contract he took. She was five-foot-five, had blue eyes, long brown hair, was a Jedi etcetera, etcetera. Funnily enough, the detail that caught the Taldryan Consul's eye was that she served as Xolarin's Aedile, which made the situation somewhat funny in the Mandalorian's mind given their rivalry in the past.

Elyon had spent the last couple of weeks here trying to hide from those that wanted to find her, but if years of mercenary work had taught Appius anything, it was that nothing was untraceable. You could find a speck of dirt floating in Wild Space if you knew the right people. Sure, it might cost you an arm and a leg, but if you played your cards right, you'd see those credits returned ten-fold.

Besides, a little bit of Force Lightning never hurt if things didn't work out the way you wanted the first time.

Appius' eyes widened behind his visor as she came into view, or at least, who he assumed was her. He felt the light side of the Force radiate from her, but what she was wearing seemed to be a set of heavily customised Mandalorian armor, sans helmet, displaying her beautiful features to those who would take notice of them.

'The contract never said anything about Mandalorian armor…' Appius mused to himself, but it was a detail he could worry about later. Elyon was there, and by the looks of things, she hadn't felt his presence yet.

"Bright suns, traveller!"

One of the Batuu locals greeted Elyon as they passed by, and then another, and then another. It seemed the local populace was quite familiar with her at this point.

"Elyon, my dear. You must join me and my husband for dinner this evening. We wish to say thank you for healing his injury. I swear that's the last time I let him climb a ladder unattended," an old Togrutan woman spoke to the Jedi.

"Oh, it's no worry. I'm happy to help, and I'm sure it was just an accident," Elyon responded bashfully, her cheeks tinting a rosy colour.

"Nonsense, it's the very least I could do! You have a lot of friends in these parts now, my dear. It's the very least we can do to repay you for everything you have done!"

The old woman vanished amidst the crowd, leaving a perplexed looking Elyon behind in her wake. The thing is, she was now alone, with nobody nearby. This was Appius' chance whilst there was little risk of anyone getting in the way, and he knew it.

The Mandalorian Force User summoned the darkness within him to the fingertips of his right hand as sparks began to dance between them. He held his arm out as a streak of lightning lanced out towards the Jedi on the Batuu Street below.

Whether it was by skill or sheer dumb luck, Elyon managed to sidestep out of the way just in time. The lightning struck the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust from the impact. The crowd of people began to panic and flee the scene, believing they were under attack.

`Frakk…'Appius thought, never taking his eyes off the Jedi, who amidst the chaos, had started her retreat.

"Oh well, might as well go say hello," the Taldryan Consul stated to himself, activating his jetpack and launching himself off of the rooftop after her.

Elyon hadn't gotten very far, and Appius landed in a small clearing just a few feet away from her. People screamed, scrambled, and fled knocking over each other and various wares from the nearby stalls just to get away from him.

"Hello there!" Appius greeted, though Elyon tried to run in the opposite direction. Appius held out his hand, wrapping the Force around her like a crane and lifting her into the air." Oh no. You aren't getting away this time!"

With a flick of his wrist, Elyon was sent careening through what looked like a set of blast doors. Appius followed the Odan-Urr Aedile inside into Dok-Ondar's Den of Antiquities. There, Elyon lay on the ground, surrounded by a hodgepodge of collectables that any would-be trader would be happy to get their hands on. At the counter stood a Rodian male, no doubt one of the store's employees, who screeched something at the Mandalorian in a language he didn't understand.

The translation database in the Mandalorian's helmet whirled to life and translated the Rodian's slurring.

"Well, that's just rude!" Appius chastised, placing his hands on his hips.

What the Mandalorian didn't remember was that Elyon was wearing a jetpack of her own. The Jedi returned to her feet, and activated the thrusters, spewing flames that propelled her like a rocket towards Appius.

"SITHSPI-"

The Taldryanite never finished cursing as Elyon slammed into him, taking them both back outside of the shop. They were lucky not to be trampled by the last of the Outpost's civilians that made their way to safety.

Elyon was the first to return to her feet, and she drew upon her lightsaber, activating it as a brilliant blue blade stone in front of her.

"Who are you?" the Oddanite demanded to know.

"My name is Appius Wight," the Consul answered as he got back to a standing position. "The Taldryan Consul, at your service!"

He gave a small bow, but for whatever reason, Elyon was not amused.

"And you are Elyon de Neverse, Aedile of the Consular Conclave of Clan Odan Urr. You are wanted for events that occurred during the Clone Wars," Appius noticed the Jedi visibly wince when he mentioned that period. "Of course, you already know that, don't you?"

"I'm not going with you!" Elyon snubbed back. "The Clone Wars happened nearly sixty years ago. I've moved on, and I'm needed here!"

"You can tell that to my client yourself," Appius answered. "Now, you can either come with me quietly, or I can bring you in battered, bruised, and broken. Your choice, Jetti."

"Pride precedes the fall," Elyon said, watching Mandalorian in front of her. At the same moment, she reached into the Force to sense her surroundings to see if they were within reach of a person who might be in danger because of her. Like a little blonde boy who she knew and played with him on the street. And now he was standing around the corner watching them.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. If you want me, you have to find me again," the Jedi said, tossing Mandalorian into the wall with the help of the Force and activating her jetpack. She headed across the city.

She headed for her ship. She hid it under a tarp in an old abandoned hangar on the outskirts of the city. With the help of several crates, she created a different shape so that they could not find her across her ship. The type of her ship was typical of her, and if her pursuers knew about it, they would recognize this type immediately.

She landed on the roof of the hangar and jumped down. She took the edge of the sail and pulled it down the moment the Sheathipede-class Transport Shuttle in all its beauty appeared in front of her.

She was about to board the shuttle across the ramp she had activated, but something stopped her. It was a curiosity. The past can cast long shadows, she thought, and settled at the top of the ramp between the shuttle's doors.

But I already know why they're still going after me. Someone is hiring bounty hunters to get to me, the young Jedi continued her thoughts. They are looking for her because of something that happened during the Clone Wars, but what was it and who is so interested in her? She didn't get this information that none of the hunters she had either defeated and with the Mind Trick she tried to find it out. Some hunters she sent away with help of the Force and some were happy to leave with bigger profit and health, but the adversary who now stands before her is much smarter and stronger for both of these ways.

Ironically, she is being hunted by a member of the Brotherhood and a Mandalorian. Elyon frowned at the thought. Because of this hunt, she left her post and decided to protect the other members of the Consular Conclave, as well as her Mandalorian husband, who didn't agree with that.

Elyon continued to ponder her decisions as she felt the Dark Side presence radiate from the Consul, who stood on the roof of the hangar, looking down on her. The young Jedi, with the help of the Force, summoned her helmet and rose to her feet.

She was ready to fight, but first she needed the information Consul had, and maybe he would share it. Mandalorian jumped off the roof and walked cautiously toward her, expecting traps or explosives, but the way was clear.

"So I found you and I'm giving you a choice one last time, either you come with me voluntarily or broken." The Mandalorian said, standing ready to fight.

"First I want the answers and then we leave it in the hands of the Force, which will decide my fate. But now I have a right to know more about your client, who has more information about me than I would like," the Jedi said, coming down the ramp.

"That sounds fair. What do you want to know?" Appius asked, looking at her, preparing for a possible attack from her side.

"Who is your client and why did you take this contract? Do you mind hunting a Brotherhood member at all? Where is your loyalty to the Brotherhood? Loyalty is one of the most important aspects of Mandalorians' lives as I know." Elyon said, trying to get her opponent a little under the skin of his own weapon.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see the look on his face through her helmet, but his slightly snarling tone indicated that she had succeeded, "you have no idea what Mandalorian loyalty is, little one. I have no obligation to spare your life or that I don't take you to a client just that we are from one Brotherhood. Don't forget that."

"Of course. And your client?" Elyon asked casually.

"Does the name Wat Tambor mean anything to you, little one?" Consul now asked with a calm voice with a small sneer, because it was clear to him that she didn't like the designation very much.

"Wat Tambor was the leader of the Techno Union during the Clone Wars, but he's dead, he was killed on the last day of the wars. Well, at least that's what the authorities said." The Jedi replied, and began to think frantically about the connection between her and the Techno Union leader.

"This report was true. Wat Tambor was killed by the Sith Lord Darth Vader on the planet Mustafar." Appius spoke with pride in his voice.

"So if Wat Tambor didn't hire you, then who did," Elyon asked eagerly, because she still didn't know who was after her.

"It was his son Mat Tambor who wanted you alive, but he didn't say anything about your condition," Mandalorian replied with voice sneer again.

Elyon was surprised by this information, but she tried not to show it and asked casually, "didn't your client happen to tell you why he wants me?" Which mission interests him so much? ”

"He said Ryloth is everything you need to know," her opponent replied, watching her try to remember.

Elyon repeated the name a few more times before she remembered. At that moment, memories flashed through her mind as if yesterday. She was sent to Ryloth with her former Master, who led the Halls of Healing of the Jedi Temple. It was a mission after the Battle of Ryloth, where many Republican troopers were killed, that is, everyone should have thought, but the Technical Union captured some troopers and they started doing experiments on them and improving them. They intended to improve them, then erase their memory and then send them back as scouts and spies. However, Elyon and her Master managed to save and free these troopers. And as healers, they had to evaluate the possibilities and capabilities of the Techno Union in the field of improvement.

"So Tambor wants revenge, but for what? This mission didn't touch his father at all, he wasn't even at the secret base when we freed the troopers," the Jedi asked, because it was the only thing she didn't understand yet.

"According to Tambor, this failure was caused by a clear error of his father and he was quite badly marked in the eyes of other Separatist Alliance leaders. And when my client learned that one of the Jedi who had caused this disgrace was alive, he decided to let you be hunted like an animal. ” Consul replied amusedly, adding," you weren't, but you were a very difficult prey."

"The hunt is not over. I will not go with you voluntarily and you will not let me go, so we will have to fight." The Jedi summarized the situation and put on her helmet. She unbuckled her lightsaber from her belt and lit a sapphire blade.

"Good then, you have chosen fight and pain," Appius replied, lighting his emerald blade.

Elyon did not wait for his attack, but with a reinforced jump attacked his head. Her opponent covered it with a light and brisk movement of the weapon and repulsed him. His movements were fast, but they seemed random. The young Jedi tried in every way to penetrate his defenses, but they were both used to defending themselves. His primary lightsaber form was defensive as well as hers. The attacks and shelters alternated smoothly, as if the two opponents were connected by invisible cables and their movements were controlled by someone else. They both tried to estimate the other's attack, but Taldryan’s Consul was more proficient in the field, so Elyon inflicted two blows to the left thigh because he noticed her higher leg coverage. He was used to looking for weaknesses and mistakes for his opponents.

Elyon gasped. Her wounds weren't serious, it was a more superficial injury, but it still took her out of concentration. Her opponent took advantage of this, and the next moment she was struck by the lightning that Consul sent against her. The pain paralyzed her whole body. She felt her fall to the ground and her body writhing in convulsions. It darkened before her eyes for a moment, but then suddenly the cramps stopped. The young Jedi quickly reached out to the Force and created a Barrier in front of her to protect her from his next attack. Another Consul’s lightning bounced off her barrier, giving Elyon time to get back on her feet as she summoned her lightsaber into her hand as it fell out of her in a fit of convulsions. The young Jedi is ready to continue in combat but waiting to see what her opponent will do.

Appius watched his prey closely. Elyon was panting and wincing at the wounds that adorned her body. A slight trail of smoke rose from her armor where the lightning had scorched it, the burnt leather underneath leaving a heavy stench in the air.

The hangar itself had seen better days. Conflicts between the First Order and the Resistance remained as burnt steelwork structures and empty holes in the brickwork. The durasteel beams above were flimsy, and appeared likely to break with the slightest of pressure from a strong breeze. Judging by the streaks of sunlight from the gaps in the roof, it was nothing short of a miracle the hangar hadn't collapsed already.

That gave the Mandalorian Force User an idea. The Consul took one hand off of his weapon and stretched it towards Elyon, who recoiled back at the sudden gesture. Appius then threw his arm up towards the weakened roof. Clenching his fist, he wrapped the Force around the weakened structure and willed it to come down. The roof of the hangar behind him collapsed like a wrecking ball had smashed into it. Durasteel, brickwork, dust, and any remaining material that made up the makeup of the hangar roof came toppling down like a mighty thunderstorm, roaring as it covered the Jedi's ship in a mountain of debris.

"NO!" Elyon screamed at the carnage that now covered her ship. There was no chance that she could use it to liberate herself from the battle now.

"There!" Appius exclaimed triumphantly. "No escape left for you. You can fly across the planet all you like, but without a ship, I'll always find you. Now, are you going to come with me willingly, or do I have to keep smacking you around for a bit?"

Elyon fought back the anger that rose within her, forcing it down into the bottom of her stomach and locking it away.

"Your overconfidence in your power is your weakness," the Oddanite responded firmly, but barely loud enough for Appius to hear.

"Your faith in your abilities is yours," the Consul snapped back. "Seriously, you haven't done very much to impress me so far."

The Jedi lowered her head, taking one hand off of her lightsaber and placing it on her forearm.

"Trust me, if you were any other opponent you'd be dead right now. Your use of Soresu is sloppy at best, and I'm being generous when I say that. You've barely put up any kind of offence, and you are genuinely lucky that Mat Tambor wants you alive, otherwise I'd have your head mounted as a trophy on the wall in my office."

Elyon recoiled at the words. Dun Moch was an effective psychological tactic when used right, and to Appius, it was amazing the results that talking utter kark to his opponent's could get him.

"So just give up. You are simply delaying the inevitable," the Consul stated.

Unfortunately, that's all Dun Moch was most of the time; utter kark. The Mandalorian Force User was feeling the effects of the battle thus far: his heart thundering in his chest, his breathing slightly ragged, the ache in his muscles. Appius knew he was going to have to end this fight sooner rather than later for the longer it dragged on, the less of an advantage he had.

"You… you're wrong," Elyon answered back. "I will get off this planet. I will get back to my friends in Odan-Urr, and I will see my loved one again! You will not stop me!"

Unbeknownst to Appius, their delay in combat had given the Jedi ample time to heal her injuries. She had poured the Force through her body, slowly soothing the searing pain and cuts across her skin. A fact that became evident by the speed in which she launched herself at the Taldryan Consul. In the extra few seconds granted to her after healing her wounds as best she could, Elyon had stirred the light side of the Force inside her like an adrenal injection. The Aedile found a particularly sharp piece of durasteel that had fallen from the roof and wrapped the Force around it, throwing it into the path of the Mandalorian.

"Frakk!" the Taldryanite shouted, the Force warning him with just enough time to duck underneath the threatening projectile.

With the next few moments granted to her, Elyon poured the Force through her body, empowering her and increasing her speed and agility. She leapt over Appius, not bothering with her jetpack since it would have been too much of a giveaway for her intentions.

The Taldryanite was unprepared for Elyon's sudden burst of energy. He spun to meet her attack head-on as her blue blade sliced across the chest of his armor, bouncing off of it without leaving so much of a dent.

"What!? Oh, kark!" the Jedi managed to exclaim. Suddenly, Elyon felt a tightening around her throat as she was forced onto her tiptoes. She wanted to break free from the Mandalorian's grip, but that last hurrah had drained her of all her reserves.

"Clever. Against any other opponent, that might have worked. Beskar is a beautiful thing, isn't it?" Appius taunted, and with a flick of his fingers, the Jedi was sent careening towards the pile of rubble still encompassing her ship. Unable to stop herself thanks to her fatigue, Elyon slammed back first into the rubble as a loud gasp escaped her mouth.

From there, Appius was like a shark that smelt blood in the water. Victory was close, he could taste it! If there was something Mandalorians covered more than their armor and credits, it was the sweet taste of a battle won. Electricity danced between his fingertips before he shot it directly towards his downed foe. The lightning coiled around Elyon like a snake suffocating its next meal. The Oddanite wanted to scream, but the intense agony that burned in every nerve prevented her from doing anything other than writhe in pain. Finally, Appius raised his hand towards the rubble above Elyon, and sent a small pile crashing down on top of the Jedi, being careful not to crush her, but enough to restrict her movements.

"There! That should do it!" Appius declared triumphantly. No sooner had he said those words had an icy, heavy feeling overtaken his body. Appius broke out into a cold sweat as he staggered forward towards his target.

'Haar'chak, that took so much more than I expected.' Appius mused the thought as he sheathed his lightsaber and placed it back on his hip. Elyon was, sure enough, lay there, barely moving, breathing heavily. A silence filled the space between the two Force users until the Taldryanite decided there was little point in dragging things out any longer.

Suddenly, he saw Elyon stirring.

"Why?" she asked weakly.

"Because… I have too," Appius answered between gasps of air. "Look… It's a Mandalorian thing. I don't expect you to understand."

"I do," Elyon responded faster than a woman with serious injuries had any right too. "My… husband… is Mandalorian… a Force User… like… you."

Appius' eyes went wide, and suddenly he knew where the Jedi got her armor from. If Elyon was speaking the truth, then that would mean that he was essentially hunting another one of his kin, another Mandalorian, even if only by association. Whilst there was no rule against in-fighting, and Mandalorians had fought against each other in centuries past, many who remained agreed their numbers were too few after the Great Purge to allow harm to come to one another, lest they be driven to extinction.

The Jedi passed out before Appius could question her further. His mind raced with what he could do, and what he should do. Would he fulfill his contract, or would he forsake it in the name of Mandalorian honour?

"Haar'chak!" Appius exclaimed as he strained to use the Force to remove the rubble from on top of the Oddanite. The Consul activated his jetpack and propelled himself out of the roof of the hangar. His target was the Black Spire Outpost, and hopefully, there was someone there he could find to tend to Elyon's injuries.

Appius watched her every move and movement. He looked for possible mistakes or bad habits, which can be created by poor learning of individual techniques.

However, Elyon was from the old school where paid attention to proper execution, so all its covers passed through the body and did not give the possibility of an attack on the fuselage. And after two hits on the leg, she also paid attention to the exact coverage of her legs. She carefully followed the techniques and steps according to her lightsaber form, forcing her opponent to still follow her and thus expend energy that Elyon does not lose because he performs less energetic movements.

So the fight lasted longer than he expected. The Jedi was adept at fighting despite their young age. Appius evaluated it as an experience of battles during the Clone Wars.

Both opponents were focused and put all the knowledge and experience into the fight. Elyon was at a disadvantage at the moment. Her wounds and the pain that was ubiquitous due to her steps, firm posture, and movements greatly reduced her ability to fully concentrate.The Jedi had all the movements and techniques fully learned, but the fight is not only about using learned techniques, but also about the ability to anticipate opponent's attacks and shelters. It is generally said that an experienced swordsman should be able to anticipate two to three forward attacks. It's like being able to guess your opponent's Sabbac cards correctly.

An attack on the head was followed by an attack on the torso and then another on the legs. The Jedi repulsed all attacks and repulsed the last with a light throw, trying to create a hole in his defense. Her opponent noticed her attempt and in time covered her attack on his neck. Elyon was so immersed in the process of outlining her possible victory strategy that she barely noticed Consul's last cover. And at that moment she recognized in him one of the basic covering techniques of her own lightsaber form.

"Finally, I understand why neither of us can deal a more serious or disarming blow." The Jedi told herself, considering her current options.

Soresu, their primary lightsaber form is considered the "king of defense" and is said to be impenetrable when used by an experienced swordsman. Taldryan’s Consul mastered this form perfectly. Elyon was now fully aware of his movements and covers. Precisely performed techniques that looked like old educational holocrons.

Everything made sense at that moment. Their ability to cover up each other's insidious attacks and the interplay that might seem like a rehearsed performance to a potential observer. However, Elyon realized that this was not a game or training in the Temple. He faces a much more capable and stronger opponent, who also uses the same form.

"This is going nowhere. In a fight with lightsabers, we are able to fight indefinitely. So if he realizes he will have to use the Force to resolve this duel," she began marginally.

"But he's familiar with using Force in combat, but I'm not. I'm a healer, not a warrior. I can't do what he does with Force." Elyon was now fully aware of the seriousness of the situation she was in, because it was clear to her that she could not win this fight. Yes, she could try to get Appius into a healing trance, but she doubted she would be able to do so, considering that he was fully conscious and in control. Therefore, penetrating through his defenses of the mind is as impossible as in reality.

At the same moment, Appius came to the same conclusion. He was also aware of her composure in the fight with the lightsaber. So if he wants to get the little one on his knees and hand her over according to his client's contract, he will have to use the Force a little differently. According to what he had learned about her in the Brotherhood, he had no experience in fighting with the higher use of the Force, so her dodger of his first lightning was really more of a beginner's luck than a trained reflex.

"It's time to show you how the Force is used, little one." Appius told himself, reaching for the Force, and at that moment lightning began to form on the ends of his left hand. He sent it directly right at Elyon. The Jedi raised the blade at the right moment so the lightning didn't touch her. Some of the lightning stopped when the blade touched, but some bounced back.

That was the advantage the young Jedi needed. If she provokes him and forces him to stay in this position longer, she may be able to use his own lightning bolts against himself. She watched the direction of the lightning, carefully adjusting the position of her blade and moving the bolts closer to the Consul.

"Cunning, little one, but I'm not that stupid," Appius said, interrupting the lightning bolts and activating his jetpack to get out of range of the remaining bolts. The consul landed on the crates not far from her and attacked her again with his lightning bolts, but the young Jedi again set her blade against the lightning bolts. At the same time, she reached into the Force and tried to point it at him with an accompanying flick of the saber in his direction. Appius feeled the attempt and jumped away. At the same moment, the young Jedi, with the help of Telekinesis, sent her lightsaber to the Consul and aimed at the exposed neck. To her surprise, Appius chatched the saber in a jump and landed right in front of her.

Elyon immediately reached out her right hand with the Force for her lightsaber, and it really came out of Consul's hand, but he also reached for him with his left hand. Her saber hung between them like an invisible thread. She didn't want to get to this point, but it happened. Now it was necessary to get her weapon back. Appius, however, waited for nothing, immediately deactivating his lightsaber and fastening it to his belt. Elyon had no choice but to keep her saber and fight him to get him back. The Consul was aware of his advantageous position, so the lightning bolts rose again between the fingers of his right hand. The young Jedi could only block him with the Barrier she had erected in front of her only a second before the lightning struck her.

The stalemate that now arose between them was really serious. Elyon was maximally focused on maintaining the barrier while gaining her saber. The Consul held her saber and struck her with his lightning bolts, but neither of them were closer to victory. They were both so focused on gaining the saber that they didn't notice the tension of the Force that was forming between them. This culminated in both being thrown to opposite sides. Elyon slammed hard into the hull of her ship and slumped to the ground. Appius was thrown into the crates. It took them both to get up, but the Consul was faster. Elyon tried to reach her saber as fast as she could because of her leg injury, and she was almost there when Appius placed the boot on the hilt of her lightsaber. To support his dominant position, he unbuckled his lightsaber, then the emerald blade came to life and aimed Elyon in the face. The young Jedi knew she could try to take control with a quick lunge, but it would probably end the same way. So she raised her hands above her head and slowly began to rise. The Consul raised his blade as fast as she rose, so that as the Jedi straightened, the blade pointed at her neck.

She was defeated and there was no point in running away. Even if she still manages to turn the result around. This Consul would find her everywhere and she would be forced to keep running.

"Do you want your reward?" Elyon asked proudly, continuing: "you will to have it, but not because you beat me. But because I no longer want to run from my past. I am who I am and I have nothing to be ashamed of. My actions during the Clone Wars and especially these missions were for the good of all." The young Jedi then followed the Consul to her ship and let her destiny in power of the Force.