Garon took the opening and surged forth. He swung wildly but his meaty fists barely put a dent in the droid's metal chassis. However, he did manage to grab the droid's metallic shoulder. With a grin and a gesture, the Gundark activated the gloves. Crackling electrical energy surged into the droid. He continued to hold the droid in place, giving Kellen an easy target for his attack.

The weak green light of Kellen's lightsaber hummed as Kellen ran towards the HK droid. Kellen raised his lightsaber high and came down hard on the droid's chassis. Kellen smiled - Garon had opened up the perfect hit bit Kellen's smile faded. The training lightsaber had only dented the chassis and caused some sparks. If this had been a real lightsaber surely this would have cut the HK in two....

Xaramis passes through the door and sees his chance. The droid is paralysed in place, unable to move or even to fight back, a perfect position in which to strike. He races across the hangar deck, drawing his blade as he does so, thumbing the switch that awakens its ancient systems for use once again. He sees the others clustered around the droid, one arm still locked up, and he thrusts towards its exposed joint, hoping to damage aged systems and reduce its effectiveness. Despite the apparent fragility of the point on its body though, his weapon causes only the barest damage to the droid's systems.

"What does it take to kill this thing?" he grunts to the others as he pulls back, arcing his blade before him, ready for another attack. "I thought you said that your weapons would make scrap out of it?"

Ren-Do grits his teeth. "That was the expected outcome, but this droid seems to resist our weapons. Perhaps it is constructed of some kind of cortosis-alloy," he replies as he kicks the droid's back.

Closing the airlock behind her, Sonya considers destroying the controls with her lightsaber, but decides it will take too long with her training one. Perhaps learn to disable devices with finesse, I will.

Letting the Force guide her, she strides with purpose on the Aurora Grey, assuming no one will be looking for her here.

As she goes she quietly rehearses "Self destruct sequence activated. Five minutes to detonation." in her best imitation of a computer voice.

This is not good, if the lightsaber can't harm the droid I'll have to have faith in my new allies, Ren-Do thinks to himself. Moving fast now he feels his body settling into a familiar rhythm. He finds that he doesn't have to think so much about what he's doing, only let his body perform the same maneuvers it has performed many, many times before.

When he kicks the droid in the back, pushing it forward, the droid reacts angrily and turns its head towards the tall warrior brandishing it's lightsaber. Instead of falling back Ren-Do decides to get right in the droid's face, keeping it from effectively attacking the others. He finds that he needs little effort to keep himself safe from the droid's attacks. He allows the droid to become frustrated by showing it an opening, only to deflect the hand as the droid tries to strike him at the very last moment, putting the droid even further off balance.

As the lightsaber beats down on the droid's fist, the Cerean smiles. "You are useless, droid," he says to the HK unit, trying to get some detectable smugness into his tone, hoping the droid takes offense and targets him, rather than his friends. "You should give up now and spare yourself further embarrassment. You were clearly meant for cleaning engine exhausts, not combat. Either that or you are the worst combat droid ever designed. I suppose it can't be helped, a box of gears and a bit of programming could never hope to best an organic warrior. You can't even land a blow, try as you might."

Kellen, seeing Ren-Do's excellent distraction and harrying of the HK droid, moves quickly into a flanking position and senses the moment to strike. Kellen's green blade is in motion before the target opens, but the droid raises it's arm to strike Ren-Do and the blade drives deep into the droids armpit and chassis. Kellen twists the blade and pulls it out with a flourish turning his back to the sputtering and sparking HK seeing if any other surprises have turned up in the hangar bay.

The HK's remaining eye flickers and dies as the lightsaber, albeit far weaker than its original state, overloads its power core. The battered, rusty, ancient droid makes a pitiful sound as it collapses under its own weight and falls to the floor in a broken heap.

In Rin's satchel, the sphere appears to warm slightly and grow heavier as though it is dragging the Dressellian towards the assassin droid's remains.

Not far from the hangar bay, Sonya is purposefully striding towards a communications hub, drawing but a single glance. One can get anywhere they want if they look like they belong, after all. An elderly Mandalorian woman watches the Jedi with an arched eyebrow, but shakes her head and continues towards the mess.

Ren-Do breathes a sigh of relief as the droid falls. He stands over it briefly to make sure it is disabled before walking towards an empty cargo container a couple of meters to the right. That droid doesn't look like it's made of some fancy lightsaber-defeating metal. And I'm pretty sure a lightsaber is not supposed to look so ... washed out.

The Cerean tries to slice into the side of the empty duraplast container, but finds that he is unable to do so. The blade of the lightsaber skitters off, leaving hardly a mark on the crate. He touches the material where his lightsaber should have melted the plastic, and finds it barely lukewarm.

"It.. it is damaged. Something has happened to my lightsaber." The Cerean seems distraught. "How can this have happened?" He looks at the Dresselian with his pale-green saber. "Yours seems to suffer from the same condition. Perhaps we need to re-calibrate them somehow after all this time in stasis. But that can wait. Are we all here? Can we get this ship operational and open the hangar doors to get out of here before this Imperial war cruiser can lock on to us with tractorbeams?"

"Wait, wait, wait," says Xaramis. "You want to leave? You realise that we don't exactly have to flee from here. I mean, granted, there's probably a few people who'd kill us if we were caught - one of them is a particularly dexterous Quermian in piloting, to be fair, who still wants to wring my neck over something or other. Might have been the incident with her cousin... anyway, that's not important. We're here, why try to fly out of here in what looks like a flimsiplast glider instead of a spacefaring vessel when we could just hole up until customs has passed us by?"

He looks at Ren-Do and Kellen's weapons. "Those cylinders...we found items like them back in the ruins. I even picked up one or two - and they were weapons?" there's a pause, more of a beat really. "They aren't very good weapons. Could you turn them up to eleven or something, they don't seem very useful as is," he looks around for support. "That's another reason we might want to hide instead of painting a giant thermal signature on our collective posteriors, give you a chance to see what's going on with your weapons - and what that odd sphere does."

The HK falls not far from Rin, his new and apparently old companions swarming over it like ants on a honey pot [ha, honey, i haven't had that for years, may be worth a trip back home just to get some... if i can find home, hey whats that in my pocket] Rin pulls the Holocron from his pocket, its vibrations thrumming in his hand.

"Uh guys, this things making quite an effort to communicate with us... i think" as he moves it around it grows stronger and weaker, stronger in the direction of his companions. Rin slowly and tentatively moves towards them [whats going on here]. As he gets closer it vibrates more and more energetically, to the point he needs 2 hands just to hold it, until just as he passes the collapsed HK droid...

"This is certainly an odd development," Ren-Do comments, temporarily focusing on the problem with his lightsaber with his right brain only, to allow himself to contemplate this new development with the other half of his binary brain. He tries unsuccessfully to assist Rin in making sense of the sphere, but all that does is giving him a headache.

Only then does he recall the green-skinned Falleen commenting on leaving the ship. He reluctantly stops thinking about his lightsaber and concentrates instead on the sphere and on talking to the Falleen. "You do make an excellent point when you suggest hiding, but fail to take into account two things. Firstly, the Sith Empire is nothing if not tenacious. They will turn this ship upside down looking for us. And take my word for it, they are looking for us. And once they bring out the bioscanners the jig, as it were, will be up. Secondly, they might, despite your optimism, have Sith on board. Call them inquisitors or call them Sith hunters, the result is the same. Our connection to the Force might be diminished, but it is still there. They will be able to sense us eventually."

Ren-Do sighs. Perhaps the way to reach that one was not by being so uptight. "As regards the problem with the dexterous Quermian pilot, I should think we will insist on you doing the honorable thing and take her hand in marriage." He smiles wryly. "Unless of course you are interested in the path of the Jedi, since members of our order are forbidden from marrying." A memory starts to surface, a young Cerean child running barefoot on green grass, the sun shining, but it is gone again before he can focus on it. "Incidentally, that usually not applies for us Cereans, but that is another matter." Did I have a wife? Wives? Do I have children? Was that my child? Are any of my descendants alive today?

He looks at the now shut-down lightsaber, frustration on his face. "And yes, this is a weapon. A rather dangerous one at that. I can't believe we've been in stasis so long people no longer recognize what a lightsaber is. You say you found one or two. Where would they be? Did you try activating them? No, of course you didn't. You wouldn't think they were useless if you had. But I guess the power cells would have been exhausted by being dormant for so long. Ours were preserved in the stasis, just like our bodies."

"Well." Ren-Do looks at Rin and the others. "What do the rest of you think? Try to escape in this sorry excuse for a transport or stay here and hide? Either way, may I suggest we take the remains of this droid here with us? The sphere seems to react to it in a strange way that we need to figure out."

Rin nearly drops the Holocron, its fluctuating vibrations forcing him to clench tight around it and bring it to his chest. The distractions so strong he cant focus on what its actually trying to do, with some effort he returns it to his pocket, where it promptly becomes an inanimate object once more [finally, bloody thing, wish it would just reveal itself]. He turns his attention to the group, all looking at him oddly and clearly unsure what that was all about, with everyone more concerned with their current attempts to save their hides.

"Running seems like a dam good idea to me, Sith have never bloody been kind. As Ren-Do so eloquently put it they will turn this ship inside, literally, out if they have to and i would prefer to not be here when that happens. This ship looks like its seen better days, but those engines look big for a vehicle of its size, it could be fast enough. If anything we should at least get inside the thing and see if it cant be prepared for flight, something that could take a while"

[Lets just hope i can remember what i'm doing onboard this ship]

Xaramis' temper, frayed by the sudden shock of rapid revelations about not just history but the very nature of his companions, as well as the life-threatening nature of his situation, suddenly snaps. "Look, can you get it into your elongated skull that we aren't dealing with the Sith. Their order has been extinct for over a millennia, and it's only your extreme insistence that they even existed that's even selling the idea to me. The Empire is an entirely different force - they will come for us, certainly, but with legions of soldiers and armadas of ships that block out the stars and stamp out any resistance, unless you're any good whatsoever at taking shelter. So would you please stop talking about the kriffing Sith, and start thinking about how we're going to avoid being flash-fried by an angry bucket-head!" He pauses, seeing the shocked reactions of his compatriots, and smiles again. "Sorry, needed to get that off my chest. Let's just move on."

He faces Ren-Do, attempting to read the Cerean's stable, serene expression, and determine where the punchline is. "Me? Interested in the path of the Jedi? Not likely, I'm not going to paint a sign on myself saying 'Inquisitors stop here'. I'll stick to my own path thanks - far fewer rules, much more freedom, and nobody expecting me to sacrifice myself for some 'greater good'," he considers another point that had been mentioned. "I've still got a couple of those - lightsabers? - in my personal stash. I'm not one for archaeology but they seemed like a good thing to have. But there was no way to activate them, they seemed dead."

"We need to talk about this droid anyway, can anyone tell if it got a distress call off? If not we'll probably be ok, but if it did then we might be having to get aboard this ship regardless," he kneels to inspect the droid, acutely aware that it is possibly not fully deactivated, but merely temporarily overloaded. "Anyone know enough about these things to tell if it's even got functioning comms?"

Ren-Do maintains an emotionless expression during the Falleen's outburst. "You need to learn how to control your feelings. I understand you might be frightened. We all are. But we mustn't allow that fear to take a hold of us. Fear leads to anger, as you've just experienced. And anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. We must not give in to the dark side by embracing such emotions. But that is a conversation for a later time. It is very interesting to me if this new Empire is not run by the Sith. Until now I took your words to mean that the Republic had lost the war to the Sith Empire. But you say there is neither the Republic now nor the Sith Empire. Seems the civilization we knew is all gone. As is our order. But let us talk of this another time."

He pauses for a moment. "If you do indeed have a couple of lightsabers I would ask you if there was a chance to retrieve them without a risk to yourself. If they get found in your ... ah, stash, was it? Well, you are then found to be hiding two of the signature weapons of an order outlawed by this new Empire. Even if you flee, they will use this to tie a noose around your neck and hang you with it once they catch you."

As Xaramis kneels next to the droid Ren-Do remains standing next to him. "I have no knowledge of this specific type. I recall it's predecessor, HK-01. That was a nasty droid indeed, but it had to communicate verbally with it's fellows using a hand-held comm-device. This looks like a more advanced type, so without carving into its head I couldn't say if it has an internal communicator or not."

Despite the group making short work of the droid, Tok's head throbs from the lack of shielding on it's ancient electronics - must've been why I missed it, too much interference, he thinks as he stands back up and holsters his pistols - and the combination of the bickering between Xaramis and the recently-thawed Cerean and the stress of the entire situation pushes him to a breaking point.

"Enough!," he growls. "Take the droid, leave the droid, it doesn't matter to me. Sith or Inquisitor, also inconsequential. Anger, hate, fear mean nothing when you're shackled. Or worse.

"We're using the ship. I can get all of you past the Imperials on that ship if we're flying and they can't see how many of us there are. Here, they will find us and they will lock you up and they will greatly inconvenience me. I DON'T like being inconvenienced.

"Anyone who wants to stay and hide is welcome to. I'm taking the rest of you off this boat. Now."

With that, the Gotal turns on his heel, jogs to the ship's boarding ramp and disappears into the vessel. Inside his stomach is doing flips, terrified he's botched the job. The consequences for which were made very, very clear to him. His vision blurs with tears attempting to escape. He blinks a couple of times and wipes the moisture away with the back of his hands. Everything has gone so wrong in such a short amount of time.

He begins powering up the small freighter and going through the pre-flight checks, feeling empty inside and missing his little girl terribly. He then notices a red light flashing on the control board and feels even worse. Tok lets the ship's automation complete the flight prep and heads back to the cargo hold, feeling numb because he knows what he'll find.

Ren-Do seems to be incredibly patient, and does not bat an eye at the Devaronian's outburst. "Good, I'm all for a prompt evacuation. If one of you would be so kind to get the droid on board, I can try to find a way to open the blast doors. Otherwise we won't get very far at all, I'm sure you will agree. We need to coordinate though, it would not do to open the doors only to find out that the ship will take ten more minutes to prepare for departure. Give me a signal and I'll see what I can do."

The Cerean looks at Xaramis. "Do you have any idea where the controls for the hangar doors are located? I would guess the panel over there on the far wall, but as you so correctly point out I know little about this new time I've been awoken to. If you could assist me in my task that would be most helpful."

Leading the way Ren-Do quietly continues speaking. "I don't know if hiding on board this ship would work. My feeling is that it will not. I have learned to trust such feelings. So will you, in time. If you make the right decisions to allow you to live long enough. If you want to stay behind I would urge you in the strongest terms to reconsider. If the enemy suspects you of any involvement they will have ways to make you talk. And if they find two lightsabers in your effects they will be sure to test you. They will find that you have a connection to the Force. That is why you heard the scream from the sphere earlier. And if the Jedi order is banished and you are found to be both with a strong connection to the Force and a pair of Jedi weapons, you are doomed for sure."

Knowing that the Dresselian would take a few minutes to get the ship ready to fly he stops for a moment. "Also, if I get my memories back I will help you understand the gift you have, and how to use it responsibly. You are far to old to be trained as a Jedi so don't worry about that, but you can still be helped to avoid the pull of the Dark Side. There are no coincidences in life. Only the will of the Force. Thus I can only conclude that it is the will of the Force that you are right here, right now. And I would hate leaving a being of such potential behind."

Satisfied that he has done his very best to explain the situation to the Falleen he turns to the computer panel. Oh how I loathe computers, he thinks to himself, rather surprised. Well, at least that's something. I know that I don't like computers. I don't know the name of my master, but I know that at least.

"What, don't the Jedi teach you how to operate big red buttons?" he grins. "Double-brain like yours, I wouldn't think you'd need tech support. It's a shame that none of us are proper mechanics, that could be very useful if you are going to take us out to the black; it would be a shame if we didn't come back. Come on stiff-back, I'll show you how the big scary computer works," he places an arm around the Cerean's shoulder and leads him over to the console. "Hey, big man, Gundark was it? Could you shove that droid onboard, it might be useful at some point."

"Now would you please stop going on about the frakking Jedi?" Xaramis is brief and to the point when they get over to the console. "I'm willing to leave if you want to, though it irks me - Mallira's supposed to meet me when the ship gets back - but once we find somewhere safe you can leave me alone thanks. I don't know what I found in the ruins: they could have been old power cells for all I know. But it doesn't matter, I'm not interested in becoming bait for the Empire's finest to pursue to the ends of the galaxy."

Garon scowled. He was used to being told what to do- he was even fine with it. But the Falleen had called him Gundark. He hated that name.

For a brief moment, he was back at the temple on Dantooine. A younger Garon was occupying himself by moving pebbles across a make-shift obstacle course. All the while he was desperately trying to shut-out the barely concealed laughter of a group of younglings huddled behind him. Every time he would catch a glimpse of the group, at least one of them was looking his way. On more than one occasion he caught the name "Gundark" between their snickers.

He had given Ibbi a black-eye that day. Ibbi had made Jedi knight a decare later. Garon had not. Even still, it had felt good to shut him up that day

The Besalisk blinked and suddenly he was back in the hanger.

He grabbed the droid by it's metallic skull-shaped head and looked to Xeramis. His voice was cool but dripping with intensity Never call me that. Garon. My name is Garon Yuzik.

Reversing her direction, Sonya follows the sound of lightsabers and blasters to a cargo bay. As she enters, she catches sight of her reflection in a crate. The cryosleep has left her thinner, formless in the padawan robes draped on her two meter frame. Her horn spots stand out even more on her hairless head.

Seeing the Besalisk and Devaronian Jedi standing over a disabled droid, she breathes a sigh of relief and runs over to them.

"Sirs, planning to kill everyone on this ship, the white armored people are!" she blurts out.

Kellen silently takes up a position at the bottom of the ships ramp with his lightsaber in hand and green blade quietly buzzing.

As Tok passes him on the ramp Kellen calls out: "Rin, I know we're ancient but you're still an excellent navigator. Tok could probably use the help with astrogation. We don't know much about the current state of the galaxy, so Tok, why don't you just pick a good place for us to go and get things figured out. We are truly in your debt."

"Ah Sonya! Good to see you Padawan." Kellen warmly greeted his fellow Devaronian.

"If you're feeling up to it why don't you stand guard with me and we'll keep an eye out for these soldiers you mentioned"

Kellen indicated the space at the other side of the ships ramp.

"Were there any others with you?"

"Um, no, alone on the other ship, I have been. "The Inquisitors have ordered everyone on the Aurora Grey killed" the white armored person said."

Sonya moves to stand guard. Clam myself he will say. But save the passengers, we must!

She begins to mentally move through a saber form in an attempt to calm herself. Finally noticing the Cerean and Falleen.

"Wait. They're not inspecting this ship? They're going to execute everyone? Xaramis, we've got to warn your crew and help them if we can!"