Eiron gave a true smile, one of pride, not of condescension. "You have done very well," he said. "Keep that. It's a little trophy, I suppose."
"That blade," a voice said from the side of the Academy. "Is the property of the Galactic Republic."
A green lightsaber ignited on the far side of the room, a man with a dark goatee wielding it. Another lightsaber, this one green as well, sprang to life on the other side of the room. This man was tall as well, age lines deepening his face, his hair graying, but still, he looked a man not to be trifled with.
"I despise this," the other man said, pointing the tip of his weapon at Eiron and the apprentices. "But it must be done."
Eiron's smile faded as he surveyed the two of them. "Welcome back, my friend. I do not think I caught your name before."
"Barbagar," the first master replied. "My colleague, Master Jun Centar."
The other Master, Centar, nodded his head. "Pleasure."
Eiron's smile returned as he triggered his own weapon. "Let us dance then, yes?"
At that moment, Lysandra spoke to Eiron over the comm. "Two Hammerhead cruisers coming in from hyperspace, plus a compliment of other craft."
"Then we'll kill them and run, shall we?"
Another lightsaber, this one silver, ignited near the hallway. The newcomer was grinning. "Hello, hello," he said, spinning the blade around his wrist. "Not late for the party, am I?"
"Hammerhead cruisers bearing down on the planet!" Lysandra repeated.
Eiron looked from the three Jedi, to his apprentices and then back again. "I made a grave miscalculation." He unleashed a pulse of Force energy at the silver-bladed one, who took a few steps back under the attack. "Run! Escape while you can!"
Centar and Barbagar both jumped forward to engage. Eiron's blade whirled to defend himself as he hoped his students were following his commands.
"That blade," a voice said from the side of the Academy. "Is the property of the Galactic Republic."
A green lightsaber ignited on the far side of the room, a man with a dark goatee wielding it. Another lightsaber, this one green as well, sprang to life on the other side of the room. This man was tall as well, age lines deepening his face, his hair graying, but still, he looked a man not to be trifled with.
"I despise this," the other man said, pointing the tip of his weapon at Eiron and the apprentices. "But it must be done."
Eiron's smile faded as he surveyed the two of them. "Welcome back, my friend. I do not think I caught your name before."
"Barbagar," the first master replied. "My colleague, Master Jun Centar."
The other Master, Centar, nodded his head. "Pleasure."
Eiron's smile returned as he triggered his own weapon. "Let us dance then, yes?"
At that moment, Lysandra spoke to Eiron over the comm. "Two Hammerhead cruisers coming in from hyperspace, plus a compliment of other craft."
"Then we'll kill them and run, shall we?"
Another lightsaber, this one silver, ignited near the hallway. The newcomer was grinning. "Hello, hello," he said, spinning the blade around his wrist. "Not late for the party, am I?"
"Hammerhead cruisers bearing down on the planet!" Lysandra repeated.
Eiron looked from the three Jedi, to his apprentices and then back again. "I made a grave miscalculation." He unleashed a pulse of Force energy at the silver-bladed one, who took a few steps back under the attack. "Run! Escape while you can!"
Centar and Barbagar both jumped forward to engage. Eiron's blade whirled to defend himself as he hoped his students were following his commands.
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