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Agamar- Thursday

Sia had stayed with the Jedi for a while to try and work out a possible alliance, but while they might trust her, her father was another story. They had agreed to send people to meet with Roan and a few Imperial Knights to finalize some things. The Jedi were allied with the Galactic Alliance, as were the Imperials. If they could work out their own deal so everyone could actually work together, maybe they could finally end this.

She’d invited Atton, because he’d offered, and because in case things did fall apart, he might be of help as a neutral party. Which was one of those things where if she could go back and tell that to her younger self, she’d have called herself a liar.

The meeting would be held in a field, with robes and hats matching the working farmers nearby to blend in more easily, with the Jedi coming from one side and the Imperials from another, to literally meet in the middle.

[NFB, NFI, OOC is fine. Taken from Legacy #46, and preplayed with the amazing suitably_heroic!]

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"And you're doing a fantastic job," Atton said blandly. "I can tell. Maybe a few more years of eating your vegetables and you'll make something of yourself."

With that, he sped up his steps to get to the meeting point.

... Sia probably wouldn't like it if he got into a fistfight with her boyfriend, okay?

Sia could tell something was going on, but in this setting she couldn’t exactly just call it out. So when Atton got there, she murmured, “Everything all right?”

"Your boyfriend's an idiot, but we're probably not all going to die," Atton whispered back. "What's up next?"

Sia sighed, because she’d been hearing a lot of that lately. “Tell me later,” she said, watching the Jedi heading over to meet them. “Now is a lot of boring talking and hoping no one kriffs it up.”

If she’d spent this long dealing with Jedi who literally wanted to wait till the Sith died out, talking them into actually doing something, and it failed now, so help her.

"It's the Jedi," Atton said. "Speaking as one, I'm going to tell you to buckle up."

Negotiations, as promised, were long and dull, even though Sia had laid the groundwork for most of it. It was like the Jedi still expected Roan to turn things around on them, and it wasn’t like Imperials were very trusting themselves. But, it was working.

And then as Master K'krukh was agreeing to the deal, Antares hissed, "Intruder approaching, riding hard. Heading straight for us."

First, no one who wasn’t already here was supposed to know where they were. Second, the rider was giving off a strong sense of panic in the Force, so Treis ordered, "Open fire!"

Several of the Imperial Knights did, hitting the beast that was heading towards them. It skidded to a halt, and from atop it, a woman yelled, "Idiots! Stop! If you kill me, you will all die! Can't anyone there sense a friend when they see one?"

"Calixte?" Roan asked, and gestured to the Knights, saying, "Stop shooting! Cease fire immediately

The animal fell over dead, and the rider hit the ground with a gasp. When she looked up at them from under her hood, it was indeed Moff Nyna Calixte, dirty and angry. "They know!" she said. "The Sith know about this meeting! Veed has sent a strike force to capture or kill the emperor! They're here now, you've got to run!"

Somewhere in the distance, there was the screech of TIE engines.

"The War Hammer's attack has started," Calixte went on. "They'll be on us any second. You have to leave now!"

"Oh, this is just typical," Atton hissed. He spun around, searching the crowd for Sia. "Why can't I ever have a nice, calm, boring anything?!"

Sia was internally cursing everything, already shrugging off her robe and pulling her lightsaber free, even if she didn’t ignite it yet. She could see the Sith marching in already, and they were going to outnumber the negotiation team.

She threw a glance over her shoulder to look for Atton, since she now had very little time to brief him on what they were going to do becaus she hadn’t actually counted on Sith showing up.

Atton sensed her within a moment, both his lightsabers flying to hand as he dashed in her general direction. "It's a law of the galaxy," he bellowed. "Every single time!"

“It’s why we have a guard,” Sia told him. When did he get two? “The first priority is to get my father out. There is no triumvirate without him.”

"I just want you to know that the word 'triumvirate' makes me actually physically terrified and you should stop using it," said Atton, but he didn't stop to make that point. "Where is he?"

Sia nodded over to where Roan was, his own lightsaber lit, because he’d have to fight, too. “I can’t trust Antares’ priorities,” she said, and the second the words were out of her mouth, she knew she had a breakup to look forward to after this. “My father first, no matter what.”

"If that's the plan..." A double snap-hiss cut through the air, and both Atton's lightsabers with it. "Remind me later why I always let pretty brunettes talk me into throwing myself at mobs of angry Sith."

She was never telling him she found that kind of hot.

There was the sound of a single blaster fire from somewhere, the literal opening shot of the fight. With people yelling and lightsabers clashing, Sia ignited her own weapon and ran off to see where she could help.

Yeah, this felt familiar, except Atton had never had this many lightsabers on his own side before.

... Not that they still weren't outnumbered. But still, that was going to keep him warm while he met an incoming Sith 'saber with a Juyo-style flurry of blows. (He was good at this. He'd always been good at this.)

Their side was small, so there were small groups that had formed to assist each other. Antares had placed himself directly at Roan’s side along with Treis, even though Roan was perfectly capable of fighting Sith on his own. That wasn’t the point.

Antares commed the Dauntless for evacuation, yelled at them to get a shuttle down there immediately regardless of whether they were under attack too, and within a few minutes that seemed like forever, it had landed just out of the fray.

“Make way for the Emperor!”

"I bet he's a lot of fun at parties," Atton grunted. But he was moving fast to clear the way from his little patch to the right, not quite part of any group, fending off stray Sith.

Too many Sith. It was really starting to feel like old times.

Someone yelled something about incoming fighters, and as TIEs screeched through the air over them, Antares’ trio raced faster to get to the ship, since there were fewer Sith the closer they got to it.

Once Roan was aboard, Antares yelled, “The Emperor is secure! Get aboard now!”

He wasn’t supposed to wait, though he was still trying to find Sia in all of this.

At least they were thinking the same thing, for once.

The Emperor was safe. Good. That left Atton out of his promise to Sia. He blocked an incoming lightsaber, kicked away the Sith in front of him, and made a dash for it. "Si?!"

Sia had ended up with Azlyn and Master Rasi Tuum, fending off a decent number of Sith. When the shuttle got there, Azlyn knew that her job was now to get Sia on board, and they took off towards it.

But there were still Sith following, and Azlyn yelled about the incoming TIEs that were going to end up in pursuit of the shuttle, if they didn’t blow it up first. Since Roan was priority, and they probably couldn’t make it to the shuttle in time for it to get away safely, the three stopped and turned to fight off whatever they could to help the shuttle get clear.

The TIEs were already firing on the ground, the shuttle better be going.

Right. Well, unless they had a pilot who'd hit every branch of the tree on the way down, Atton'd be no good doing anything about that anyway.

Having Sia's back? He could do that.

"And here I'd gone two months without being shot at," he yelled, finding himself about twenty feet away from Sia when two incoming Sith stopped him. "Anybody tell you people how you're like gizka?"

"You should be gone!" Sia called over, while neatly slicing off a Sith's arm. "My father needs to get out!"

"He's on a shuttle," Atton shot back. "What am I supposed to do, steal the controls from his pilot?!"

He vaulted past his incoming Sith, slicing one across the back on his way down.

She could hear the shuttle taking off, and while she was immensely relieved that meant Roan was getting out and Antares had actually stuck to what he was supposed to do... "This is going to go badly," she warned, about a second before one of the TIEs fired too close, and the ground under them exploded.

"Not ag--"

That was as far as Atton got before he hit something, hard, and lost all control of his senses.

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