Saber Seven banked sharply, turning into the fight. Every shot he could make without hitting another Alliance pilot, he took. None hit. They did their job though, and more and more TIEs began their pursuit of the Jedi. Several more hits impacted on his shields, and the X0-2 boosted out of the dogfight, away from the other Alliance fighters.
{You are clear, Get out of here!}
{U n d e r s t o o d}
Leon dove towards Ziot’s forests below, trying to force the TIEs to disengage so he could make his own escape. They stayed on him, nearly overwhelming his shields. Despite the imminent danger, Leon stayed calm. Somehow, being on the edge of death, with only a small amount of remaining shields relaxed him. A sharp turn upwards, and the pilot’s mind was still clear. Three more hits, and still, he remained perfectly serene.
He was barely even sure he was there, as his mind was almost completely absorbed by his trance. A quick radio confirmation that the other fighters were safe, and the Jedi prepared to activate his stealth systems. Suddenly, a scream broke his serenity. Someone had cried out in the force, and Leon had felt it. It was another Jedi. Where? The Padawan began to search in the force, turning his ship towards the source. Another shot nearly broke his shields.
Leon boosted on ahead, towards the source of the scream. His stealth systems, paired with the X-wing’s insane speed, made it seem as though he’d just blinked from existence to the TIEs he’d just left.
The X-02 rocketed across Ziost. It’s pilot was following the scream he’d heard. On his scanners, a massive tower was coming up rapidly. That was where a Jedi needed help. Leon could feel it. With the Saber’s systems for improved telepathy, He could feel a dark presence there. But there was also a familiar light presence...Auteme?
There were two others with her, but Leon could sense the trio of JEdi were in danger. Whatever Sith they were fighting, he was too powerful. Only a few kilometers away…
The X-wing clipped the top of a TIE fighter. Leon’d been so focused on his goal, he hadn’t even noticed the patrolling squadron. They hadn’t noticed either, thanks to his stealth systems, but this was a problem That impact tore away the last of his particle shields. Instantly, the full force of friction hit the unprotected fighter.
Leon felt the air knocked from his lungs. Every alarm he had, some he didn’t even know about before this, were screaming at him. The intense speed was tearing away at the frame of the fighter. Sparks were already flying from the ship’s less armored portions, and the hull glowed with heat.
Not much further…
The ship’s stealth systems shut off violently, and the X-wing blinked back into view and sensors. The roar of its engines echoed over the citadel. By now, the X-02 was already burning, and the wings had been torn off. Two of the engines had begun to break up now too, though the ship’s momentum wouldn’t be stopped in time to prevent a collision with the tower.
Reaching out with the Force, Leon tried to tell the Jedi in there help was coming. He wasn’t good at it, but hopefully the communications systems were still functional. The pilot sweated profusely, the inside of the cockpit now roasting him. The forces acting upon him as the inertial dampeners failed nearly made him pass out.
Another warning light. The ejection seat wasn’t operational anymore. Leon would have to jump, praying his own momentum wouldn’t liquify his organs. With shaking hands, he undid the belts that strapped him to the seat. Forcing his body to move for each breath, the Jedi opened the canopy, with was ripped away instantly.
The sudden blast of wind forced Leon back into the seat. The roar deafened him, and the pressure forced him to close his eyes and turn his head. He had to jump. The tower approached faster than Leon could even register. WIth one last cry, he leapt.
“KYAAAA!”
His scream couldn’t be heard by anyone but him. Below, the X-wing-turned-missile smashed into the conference room. The burning nose of the fighter was pointed directly towards the Sith. Leon couldn’t see the chaos it’d inevitably cause, as his jump and momentum sent him flying towards a small ledge just above.
Leon passed out as his left arm was shattered on impact. He woke, moments, later, laying on the ledge. Every bone in his body felt like it was broken. The Padawan force himself up with his right arm--it still moved at least. Barely supporting himself on the one arm, he coughed. Blood spattered on the ground, and Leon cried out again as the sharp pain in his chest followed the cough.
He fell back down, unable to support himself any longer. His body was broken. He just lay there, staring out at Ziost's endless sky. A tear rolled down his cheek. Was he going to die here? Like this? Kark, that was stupid. What if he'd hit the three he'd tried to save? What if he'd just failed everyone again? The Padawan just lay there. Not just his body.