Dxun
The tides of the battle where changing drastically, and the conflict was swinging towards the Jedi's side.
No longer were the transports raining death from above, instead they where all bits of debris near the temple. The great monsters of the planet and it's accompanying moon either laid dead, were dying, or had ran away as the Sith lost control over them. The snipers who had been a thorn in the side of all those present would no longer fire shots, as they had been disposed of. The turrets above were all but demolished, and what ground troops where there had been cut down either with the Force or with their own blaster bolts. The masses of Sith, and their cultist had been trimmed down to where the Forces were finally evenly matched. It had taken a lot of hard work to get to this point, but it seemed the battle was finally coming to a close.
Good always triumphs over evil, Darron thought. Yet on this day it didn't feel like it.
The rest of the Jedi were eagerly defending each other, yet their leader's enthusiasm was diminished. In fact his whole will to fight had been snapped in one wave of Force energy that they where all blind to feeling. If they only knew...but they can't. Not until this is finished and the fight is over. No, he wouldn't risk their backs being broken in the middle of this conflict. The Jedi Order would fight, and defend itself on this dark day even it's heart had been ripped out worlds away. To know of the grievous wound it had been dealt, would have crippled it and cost everyone on Dxun their lives. That was what held Darron together, what kept his jaw firm and his hands tightly gripped around the proffered lightsabers in his hands. It was why he circled the Sith Lord before him, and it was why he as still doing his duty despite the wound inside his own heart.
My duty is to the Order, and one man doesn't make it no matter how important that one man is.
"You foolish Jedi, I know what I feel to have lost your leader?"
Darron simply circled with him, they where the eye of the storm, the crux of the entire conflict. What happened here would determine the outcome on this moon, they were the shatterpoint. A strike either way would the losing side's forces completely, shattering moral and ensuring victory. That was why he put all of his focus on the next coming seconds, let the Sith have his words. Darron was going to do his duty, regardless of what was going on. Just because Teferi Efreet had perished on Junction in a conflict that Darron should have been at meant little on the present. No, there where good people under his command that deserved to live. Each of them was a shining example of the future the Order had, not it's past, and Darron would ensure that they and the Order both made it to tomorrow.
"You really think your foolish code...and your temples will stand now? Your forces will fall apart and you will all perish under our rule, might as well join while you can." The Jedi could feel his bravado, false as it was. As it was, the Master simply focused all of his energy, what little remained into the final few seconds. He could feel the clock ticking down to the final strike, and he had his move already planned out. This would be a Jedi victory, a Republic victory, although a hollow one at best. There was little space for thought, every muscle in his body flexed in preparation of the two blows he would deliver, and he could see the Sith across him doing the same.
A second became an eternity, and one thought crystallized the entire moment.
For Teferi Efreet, for the Order, and for the Republic.
With that a crash of blades, then the sound of laser sword against flesh. The smell of it burning filled his nose, and the other man fell to the ground. Darron looked down at the fallen Sith Lord, he had foolish let his guard down trying to go for the kill. The back of the Sith forces had effectively been broken, they where in full retreat now, all around him cheers broke out. All the Jedi Master did was throw the borrowed lightsaber hilts to the ground, and started to walk back to the center of the group to check on the wounded. Making his way over, he chanced a look at Rosa, his composure holding together...just barely. I'm not alright, and I don't think the Order will be either...
Reaching for his Comm, he sent a short message to Supreme Commander Pherson.
"This is Jedi Master Wraith, Dxun was a trap but it has been secured. No casualties on our side, I hope you guys are okay down there. I don't think today will be remembered as a victory for my men though..."
With that he threw the comm to the ground and went to do his duty, as a Jedi.
