As they approached Dathomir, one of the pilots came to Yun-Zuya.
"What is it?" asked Yun-Zuya
"You have recieved a message in the comlink. Master Tyris has insisted using one of his plans for your attack."
"I don't need his help. Go tell him that I have already thought of a plan of attack. This battle is none of his concern. If I shall fail, it is my head." said Yun-Zuya in a angry voice, he was tired of Tyris's plans.
"Yes, Colonel, I shall give him your message." he saluted and began to walk away. "By the way sir, we are about to land."
Yun-Zuya nodded.
The planet was dark. The sky was a redish-maroon. It was raining hard. Dathomir was a horrible place. They used the coordinates the Commander on Dathomir provided them with to easily find their camp. The pilots slowed down and Yun-Zuya and twenty other troops got ready to greet the newly recruited troops at their camp.
"The ramp is opening sir" yelled one of the worker Yuns.
"Listen, lets count how many troops are reporting in, then we can load them up and get off this planet." commanded Zuya.
They made their way down the ramp and to the camp. The rain bounced of their armor and the forest made strange noises. Yun-Zuya heard the stories of the creatures that lurked on the planet. Disgusting spiders, clans of alien species, and most dangerous...the rancors. As they approached the camp something was wrong.
"Commander! What happened?" asked Yun-Zuya rapidly.
"The Nightsisters. And their rancors. They came and attacked us. We can't find 15 of our men. We held them off successful though." replied the Commader.
"What were you doing on this planet?!?!" Yun-Zuya snapped.
"We thought more Yuns could of been hiding here."
"Why the hell would they be here?! This planet is terrible! Commander, do not fail me again. Prove yourself worthy." Yun-Zuya demanded.
"How Colonel! How!" asked the desperate Yun Commander.
"In battle. We are going to battle. We must recover those 15 men. They will not die to the wretched Nightsisters. Get ready to move out my men!" yelled Yun-Zuya.
In a amazing site, the 530 left Yun troops gathered their amphistaffs, and began to yell, "Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"
Tyris went to the mech room, and gathered some parts. He hurried quickly to his quarters. He started developing a spider machine equipped with a explosive charge, and a cloaking device. Tyris quickly made the machine. The bomb was not yet placed, and Tyris was working on the cloaking device. The spider crawled to the top of his quarters, and peered at Tyris. Tyris looked up, and grabbed the spider, and carefully placed the explosive charge on it. He then put the cloaking device on it.
Tyris tried to contact Yun-Zuya. There was no answer.
“Commander, do you know what clan it was?” asked Yun-Zuya.
“I believe it was the Singing Mountain clan,” replied the Commander.
“Then we shall make our way to the Singing Mountains.”
The move to the Singing Mountains was much easier than thought. Many of the dangerous creatures fled at the site of 530 troops moving and the noise created by them. Yun-Zuya saw the Singing Mountains from afar, he knew they were close. As they began moving into a open area, the troops in the front stopped and began to chuckle.
“Why did you stop moving? What is so funny?” Yun-Zuya asked, but it was not necessary, he saw what they were chuckling at.
There in front of them stood about 200 nightsisters, other clans must have joined together, but were armed with mere vibro-weapons. Then the chuckling stopped. Out came a rancor. Then 2 more. Then 3 more. Until 15 rancors stood behind the nightsisters. Yun-Zuya turned to the men.
“Their heads. Stick your spears into their heads. They shall fall. Everything does.” Yun-Zuya told with confidence.
He turned back to the nightsisters. He put away his DLT-19 and pulled out his amphistaff. Which he lifted above him. "Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"
His men returned with the same movement and words, "Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"
Yun-Zuya began to run towards the nightsisters, yelling the same sentence over. Beside him were his men, yelling and charging with him. Then the nightsisters began. They screamed in their high pitched voices and charged with the rancors beside them. Then Yun-Zuya jumped into the air with his amphistaff behind him, ready to be thrown. He threw it. It whizzed in the air and rammed into one of the rancor’s heads. As it began to fall to the ground dead, it fell on top of several nightsisters in the process. Yun-Zuya landed, his lightclaws popped out of his fore-arms. At that moment, the two sides collided. The rancors sent the Yuns soaring. The battle was failing, so Yun-Zuya reminded them once more.
“Throw it in their heads! Use your spears!”
Then the Yuns began to take-over the battlefield. They tossed their amphistaff spears in great numbers; several spears struck each rancor in the head as the rancors fell to the ground. The nightsisters were hopeless without their rancors, so they proceeded to protect the one that was left. The Yuns had made a mistake, too many had thrown their amphistaffs and left themselves unarmed, being a bounty hunter, Yun-Zuya was the only one with back-up weapons. The Yuns fiercely held off the nightsisters as long as they could. When they found a weapon, they used it, but many were forced to fist them to death. The last rancor took advantage of the moment and began to trample men and toss them around. Yun-Zuya made his way to the rancor, he planned to jump on its back and stab it in the head with his lightclaws. The nightsisters heavily defended the rancor, leaving Yun-Zuya with no choice. He took out a detpack from his utility belt, and tossed it at the rancor’s head.
“Get down!” yelled Yun-Zuya as he jumped to the floor. Click.
The detpack exploded in front of the rancor’s face, causing its head to blow up and send pieces flying. Nearby nightsisters were also killed by the explosion. With the last rancor gone, the nightsisters fled. The Yuns quickly chased after them and only a few got away, for many were grabbed and killed. Yun-Zuya found the commander.
“You lived. You are worthy. Now find the 15 troops and give me a death count,” said Yun-Zuya.
“Yes sir, thank you sir. I shall return sir.”
“Don’t forget about your amphistaff. Tell the men to recover theirs as well,” Yun-Zuya told the Commander before he ran off.
Yun-Zuya made his way to find his amphistaff in the rancor with only one staff in it. When he found it a warrior ran to him.
“Colonel, the 15 men were sacrificed, and we lost 89 men in the battle.”
“Damn, we only have 441 left? Damn. Find the Commander, tell him to gather the men and return to the ship, I shall be there,” Yun-Zuya boldly stated. The battle had been useless, he has lost additional men just to save men that had already died.
“Colonel, Master Tyris has been trying to contact you,” the pilot told Yun-Zuya as he got onboard.
“I bet it’s another plan. Don’t ever pickup the comlink anymore if Tyris is on the other line. I’m going to rest; I shall be in the crew’s quarters. When the men arrive, count to see if we have 441 and then return to the Tenacious.” Yun-Zuya replied.
“Yes sir.”
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Yun-Zuya awoke. Everything was quiet.
"Hello?" he called into the darkness. He waited. Then he got a answer back.
"Colonel, nice to see you awake. I see the battle took a toll on you. We have docked to the Tenacious. Most of the Yuns are in the mess hall celebrating and telling their stories to the stormtroopers." a worker told him.
"Yea well, I'm a bounty hunter, I don't fight in battles, at least not in a while. I'll get over it." Yun-Zuya got up from a soldier's bed that he was resting in and made his way out of the Yun transport ship. There stood Tyris with a mechanical creature on his shoulder.
"Found yourself a girlfriend?" joked Yun-Zuya, "What the hell do you want?"
Tyris chuckled at the elf. He snapped, and the droid jumped off Tyris, and ran over to Zuya. It crawled up his leg, and got to his chest. It stuck its claws to keep itself on Zuya's armor.
"Don't struggle, If you do, it will explode," Tyris said laughing. He snapped and the droid let go, and climbed back onto his shoulder.
"Ah thats nice. You need a robot that is a crazy as you. Just be careful, you don't want somebody to accidently shoot that droid while he is on your shoulder.... I'm going to the mess hall with my men. I'm going to wait for Gaul....and that Darth Executus we all have been talking about. Don't see why we have to wait for a guy thats never going to show up," Yun-Zuya said as he walked passed Tyris.
Turned and faced Tyris.
"Listen. I don't need your help. I don't know what your problem is, but I don't need it. You want to use your tactics and your spider, do it! but not during my battles. That is why they are called MY battles. We are not friends. I'm a bounty hunter, your a cyborg jedi. I depise jedi. You can tell me your no jedi. You can tell me you were like that cyborg from long ago with the four sabers, but you have sabers. And so do Jedi. And in my book, your a jedi. Now leave me alone."
Colonel Yun-Zuya turned and continued his walk towards the mess hall.
Tyris scowled, and headed back for the mech room. He gathered more parts, and headed back to his quarters. This time, he constructed more arms. He attached them himself, and his lil droid helped too. He attached his own, custom blasters to them. He put a plate over his regular eye. He painted his parts jet black, while his eyes remained red. He replaced his old cybernetic parts with titanium durasteel, the hardest metal in the galaxy. He painted his droid black. He was now the ultimate warrior. Tyris headed towards the mess hall, but hours had passed, but the stormtroopers, and Yuns were there.
"Lord Noxis! Keeping the men on Tenacious waiting was not part of the plan but entirely necessary.. I am picking up trail on the exiled fighter and I'll have him in my grasp in matter of days or weeks.. I am aware that General Gaul is waiting impatiently for the vials and I can inform you that they are on their way together with a platon of troopers.. They should be approaching within the hours.."
Lord Noxis stood quietly listening to his master in an isolated room at the Tenacious. He nodded approvingly and stared into the holographical picture of his master. "When will I get out of here, master Executus?" Noxis questioned but was responded with something out of topic.
"Tell General Gaul that everything is working according to my plans.. I will remain here as I'm far too important to be merged with that people.. I have more important things to deal with.. And Noxis..."
Noxis was just about to shut the transmittion as Executus called his name. "Yes, master?"
"Try to maintain your temper"
"Yes, master" Noxis said and bowed, before shutting the transmittion of. He walked out of the room and with strong steps towards the messhall. Hopefully he'd find Gaul there, or at the war-room. Either way, the messhall was on the way. He opened the doors trough the force and walked trough. He looked around himself and frowned annoyed. Yuuzhan Vongs! Plenty of them.. But no Gaul in sight, as he continued his walk trough the messhall, ignoring all the looks he got from both troopers and Yuuzhan Vong.. He considered himself way above them at the ranking system, even if he had no rank at all.