Chapter 2: The Second Meeting

[Wolfe]

“This is nothing,” Strozzi smiled, looking out of his AT-ST, “Nothing in sight, the open plains can’t hide a thing.”
“Let’s hope,” Javen Wolfe growled. The AT-ST moved forward, its body wobbling side to side as it advanced along the hilly terrain.
“Team, let’s go faster!” Strozzi called into the speaker, glaring at the rest of the platoon as it fell out of formation.
“Thanks Strozzi,” Wolfe said, looking at an infrared scanner, watching the little critters scurry across it.
“Hopefully they’ll be ready when it counts.”

de Paix gradually felt himself drifting towards the light, or was it light? He wasn’t really sure, whatever it was it was coming fast-
And he hit it, the rock, and the sun. Groaning, de Paix tried to stand up.
No, can’t do that, he thought, looking at his mangled leg, using his arms he tried to get up, no, not that either, why did he feel so weak? Why did one of his arms hang limply at his side? Where is he and where is his lightsaber?
Ah yes, Grand Moff Vorhut sent him into a trap and then he fought that sith- no was Telzarus a sith? Either way, he’d been shot in the back, and obviously thrown out of the facility, onto a cliffside. Brilliant. Well, let’s try walking, he groaned.

“I assure you, de Paix is dead.”
“Good, inform Admiral Krehtsturm, we need to get out of here now, the Wanderlust Station must be kept secret from the Republic: it will destroy them,” Vorhut said, his small, black, beady eyes stared out from his small, skeletal face. Behind him, the square of a man that was General Landwehr glared down at the small Telzarus.
“Of course, Grand Moff,” Telzarus bowed, then, with a twirl of his cape, exited.
“Have someone track him, I don’t trust him,” Vorhut breathed. Landwehr grunted, and then he too bowed and exited.
“Lieutenant, prepare my shuttle for take off, we’re going to the Wanderlust Station after all,” Vorhut snapped at the young officer, who nodding, sped off.

Hugo de Paix forced himself to calm, he let the force flow through him, and slowly the pain faded. He’s breathing slowed, his body stopped moving, and he was completely still, then he heard it, the screeching of an Imperial Walker. He felt the uneasiness of the crews.
Time for fun.
Hopping up, Hugo took off, running at full speed, he didn’t intend to stop until he was at the walkers, then it was time for fun.
Wait! He needed a lightsaber! Running off in a different direction, he called his corvette to him, his astromech droid, R2-G3, was a skilled pilot and Hugo kept him, along with an extra lightsaber, on his ship.

Strozzi looked at the two AT-STs ahead of him, their crews were new and unready for even patrol duty it seemed, they almost fell over with every step.
“Spearhead 5, don’t jerk the controls like that you’ll tip over. Same for you Spearhead 2,” Javen Wolfe said into the intercom.
“Sorry, sir,” came the reply.
“No need for apologies,” he said into the com again, then switching it off, “Sir, ha! I’m a Lance Corporal, that means when people shoot at us I get to follow orders but get a cooler title,” Javen exhaled.
“Well, I’m telling you, go for the sword corporal next, Javen, that or Shield corporal, I heard that’s the newest tank,” Strozzi laughed. The two both knew that being a Lance Corporal had its merits, but still, they had to have their fun.
“Wow, look at that thing move, it’s almost human size, too, I wonder what it is,” Javen said, looking at the infrared scanner.
“It’s to fast to be human, isn’t it?” Strozzi asked, looking at the scanner too.
Then it hit, a loud hiss and then an explosion as Spearhead 5 fell to the ground.
“We’ve got trouble,” Javen growled.
“No kidding.”
“All units, aim at the-
BOOM!
-don’t shoot at us Spearhead 4, I know it’s by us, but don’t hit us!” Javen called in to the comlink.
“Sorry, s-ah! Help!” came the reply turned scream as the walker fell to the ground.
“It looks like a jedi and he’s cutting off the legs, then force pushing them a bit so they fall,” Strozzi muttered, targeting the jedi.
“Don’t miss.”
“Have I ever?”
“Well-”
“He was in an a-wing, have you ever tried to shoot down an a-wing? Didn’t think so,” Strozzi laughed, shooting at the jedi, who was continually hopping around, always one ahead of Strozzi’s shots.

Hugo was having fun, he’d taken out two of the 7 AT-STs and was now simply evading the shots of several, he had managed to get one to shoot another, causing severe damage. Things were going well. Leaping at another one, he suddenly landed, and took off into the hills, he sensed Telzarus, and near.
Running at full blast he made it away from the At-Sts, that were now just dots in the distance, when he saw him, all alone on the next hill.
“So, Master de Paix, you did survive, good, I wouldn’t want to be without a challenge. Let us fight, one on one,” Telzarus sneered, drawing his lightsaber and igniting it.
Hugo did the same, thanking himself for putting the extra on his ship. Telzarus came in fast, his lightsaber going low, for a quick kill. Hugo brought his lightsaber down as well, then, after pushing Telzarus’s away, he stabbed in at his opponent’s chest. Telzarus leapt back to avoid the thrust and spun to his right, his lightsaber coming in high. Hugo brought his own up to block it, realizing only as the red blade dipped down, that the high attack was a feint. Hugo pushed to his left, going away from the incoming blade. Then he spun around, swinging his sword in for the kill to find Telzarus gone.