Zex decided to go back to his quarters, if the small room he was crammed into could even be called that.

He cleaned his guns and equipment as he waited for his turn in teh battles that would take place.

He strapped hisportable missile system to his back, shouldered his arc caster in a mock fireing drill and then slid on a new adittion.... A vibro blade.

An arc caster was lowsy at close range and his t3o blasters could always run out of amo. He didn't ever want tobe caught on the battle field without at least some sort of weapon.

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Phax received a call from command. "Lamda squad, I have new orders. You are to go to Hangar 17-G. We have reason to believe that the Separatists will attempt to board the ship."
"Acknowledged, Command," Phax said. He then turned to his squad. "Lamda squad. We're to go Hangar 17-G, one of the most open hangars in this ship. If the Separatists are going to board this ship, this would be their ideal target. Let's move out!"
The squad followed Phax to the door.

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Zex got the call as well, adrenalyn rushing through his body the instant the orders were given.

He jumped up and ran down to the hanger bay before calling hismen. "Virus two this is Virus one, bring the men down to hanger 17-G and prepair to back up the squads if the sepratists attack. Try and take out any ships before they touch down!"

Zex finished just before the lift let him off at the level and he raced into the hanger bay to set up.

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Zex motioned to his men as theyscurried around to set up some portable missile launchers and heavy artilery.

"Anything else commander?" Virus 2 asked. "That's it soldier, stand ready." Zex replied.

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Ray followed his master quickly to the hangar. At last it would get interesting he thought.

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Designation: CC-9471
Name: Blight
Rank: Wing Commander
Affiliations: Galactic Republic
Weapon(s): DC-17 blaster pistol, whatever else he can get when he needs it.
Ship: ARC-170
Background: Um, basically all that's necessary for me to say here is that Blight's name comes from his pessimistic outlook, capable of seeing the worst in things at the best of times.

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Snap-roll right, downward dive. Snaproll left, upward climb. In perfect tandem, the squadron under Blight's immediate command matched his every manuever, crisscrossing in front of the hangar bay in a complex, and stunning, pattern. It was also a pattern that was purely defensive. According to the feedback coming in over his helmet comlink, the Separatists were going to attempt to board the cruiser. Of course, they probably would find some way through his defensive perimeter, too, regardless of how tight it was. Hopefully, the crew of the ship was rushing Marines to the docking bay. Perhaps the Jedi General would stay on board the ship, or perhaps he would join the defense in a KDY Delta-7 Aethersprite starfighter. Those were not as useful as the newer Eta-2 Actis Starfighters, but they were still faster and more manueverable than his own ARC-170.

"Incoming at six o'clock," a voice crackled over his com. That was Sensor, his rear gunner. Somehow, his eyesight was more developed than the rest of them, because he was always first with warnings about enemy starfighters. "Two squadrons--Vultures and Tri's. Two transports behind them, too."

Blight issued commands to the various squadrons in his Wing as he led his squadron towards the oncoming enemies. Two other squadrons would meet them there--one to assist with the fighters, the others to destroy the large transports.

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Ray just replied:"My skills as a pilot completely rely on the force so I presume you ask if I am able to use it in a starfighter. I had no problems at all the last time but I was never in war as you well know, master."
He emptied his mind and boarded his starfighter. It was of the same type as the one of his master but its colour was as yellow as a star new born. "Concentrate. Let the force guide you!", he said to himself as his ship was preparing for take-off.

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Just as had been expected the droids sent in what few ships got past the clone fighters in an attempt to attack the ship from the inside.

"Shoot them down!" Zex yelled as two fighters and a small transport entered teh hanger bay. "Hit the transport!" he yelled, shouldering his portable missile pack and fiering ont eh transport.

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When Lamda squad came in, the clone troopers were already setting up a defense. "43," Phax commanded. "Set up sniping position over there." He pointed at a covered elevated area.
"Yes, sir," 43 answered.
"The rest of you, come with me," he ordered. He took position behind the first line of clone troopers. The clone troopers had managed to erect three EWHB-12's and were starting to erect two more.

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The misiles shot hit the transport, jerking it to a rough sliding alnding that fortunately took out some of the droids inside.

Zex aimed and the laoding ramp, sending a missile in just as it cracked open. Droid parts went flying as the rest of the droids took cover and began to return fire.

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Valinn jerked on the ship's controls, twisting out of the way just in time to avoid a spray of laser bolts. "Master, how is it that we always end up with the role of bait?"

"You had the option of remaining with the fleet, Padawan," Regarn replied evenly.

"And leave you to fly the ship, Master?" Valinn shot back wryly. "Not a chance. Besides, I wasn't exactly complaining."

Regarn's grip on the seat's arm rest tightened as the ship was rocked by another impact. "Less talking, more flying, if you please," he said shortly. Turning to one of the select few clones who had been chosen to accompany them, he added, "Contact the main fleet and inform them that we've fallen under attack. We can handle it for a while, but assistance would be much appreciated."

While the clone went about doing so, Regarn turned back around and looked out the viewport, only realize that they were not, in fact, going in the same direction as Valinn was currently attempting to steer. "Tractor beam?"

"Tractor beam," Valinn confirmed, a grin slowly spreading onto his face. "Took them long enough."

"Indeed. Shut down all but the most crucial systems and transfer the power to the shields, just in case they decide to try something."

"And then?"

"We wait."

Energy bolts sprayed the docking bay, red andblue, traiding directions as the fire fight increased.

But the clones were prepaired, they had the uper hand. The droids must have known it too, they weren't even attempting to advance.

"Or maybe they'r waiting for something." Zex thought suspiciously to himself.

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Ray was getting impatient. "When are we going to reach the ship under attack?", he wondered when his starfighter took off. He steered it with maximum speed to the coordinates of the transporter. When he reached the ships at last he was immediately attacked by vulture-droids. He used the force to concentrate and one by one the droids turned to clouds of dust and fire.

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Ray obeyed. He had long ago learned to do so for his master was always right. At least this was what he thought. Together the two Jedi destroyed the tri-fighters but still more were coming.

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The clones continued to lay down supressing fire in teh hanger bay, preventing the droids from showing themselves and barely allowing them to get a single shot in edgwise.

The only thing keeping those droids alive was the fact they had their ships to hide behind.

Zex motioned his men, a squad secretly pulled back and began to circle around behind.

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A squad of tir-fighters showed up just as Ray destroyed the last vulture-droid. He counted 9. "This is going to be difficult", he thought as he plunged into battle again

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