Star Wars The Clone Wars: A Galaxy Of War

Chapter 23: Dual at the Chanosant Space Port

Lance sidestepped, avoiding a dangerous slash that Grievous delivered. Lance pushed Kierra away, wanting to only focus on one opponent rather than dealing with two at once. The General of the Droid Army takes a second blade out and activates it, now having a blue and green sword being at play. Lance blocks the incoming barrage of strikes from the cyborg, and ducks when he cant use his blade to defend himself. Lance swings his sword from his left to his right, blocking one of the two lightsaber before having to push the other one away. Grievous cackles maniacally as he keeps on the offensive, not letting Lance strike. The Jedi brings his legs up, avoiding a green saber blade from chopping his bottom limps before bringing his sword up to avoid the next slash aimed for his head. 

The enemy brings his second sword up and swings downward, having his two sizzling weapons clashing on Lance's yellow one, which is in a defensive horizontal position above his scalp. Lance looked up to meet the cold graze of the cyborg, his anger, hate, all of it. He keeps his defense up, but is slowly losing his strength on the stalemate. "You lose, Jedi." Grievous said, having the superior strength. "Not this time." The Jedi brings his left hand back in an open palm before pushing it towards the general, which sent him flying across the port with the help of the force.

"AAAARRRRHH!" Lance heard  the mistress jump from behind him and going for a fatal slash at his side. The Jedi turned on his heels and blocked the incoming attack, the sound of two humming weapons clashing and cracking can be heard across the station. Kierra draws her sword back and brings it up above her head before she swung it down at his collar bone where his shoulder connects to his torso. Lance had his sword positioned to block the strike, the two now engaged in an intense lock. As the male and female tested their strength with themselves, Grievous stood right back up. The animated general lunged at Lance, his blue lightsaber going for what seemed to be Lance's end.

The Jedi uses the force to reveal his second lightsaber, or rather, his Master's old green lightsaber, and has it held tightly on his left hand. Lance breaks the lock with a continuous counterclockwise  spin, twirling using the back of his heel. When he faced Grievous, he used his green lightsaber to break his defense and then brings his own yellow blade to attempt at a cut or even a slice at his white armor. Even if he didn't managed to land his second attack, he left the general unbalanced until his next pass. 

When he was directed to Kierra, he did the same to her as to what he did to Grievous, except he used both his attacks to break her defense of iron, and when he does, he spun to repeat the chain he had created, leaving her to gain her footing before attacking again. 

the group kept moving while this hurricane like attack was being used by Lance, Kierra having to move back while Grievous kept stepping foreword. The defense and attack made by Lance seemed impenetrable, for when one killer tried to make a killing blow, Lance would be facing them and breaking the attack, making them enter a defensive position. Lance knows he can't keep this up forever, but needs to stall them until the engines are fixed. Hie entire team needs get out, especially Jelia.

'Jelia . . .' He thought, jumping out of the chain he had created to conserve energy and attempt a different approach. Lance was not just fighting for his life anymore. He wasn't just using his sword to defend the Jedi Order's honor  or his life. Now every swing he makes is also to protected the last of the Alf. If he wasn't afraid of dying before, he most certainly is now. But not afraid because he won't be walking among the living, or because he can't take down the separatist, but that he may not be with his team. With Arc, Pinpoint, Waypoint, Tech, Recon, Domino, or Leven. They're just clones fighting because that is what they were created for, so he must stay alive to show them the other colors the galaxy has to offer.

"Now. Which one needs to be sent back for re-mantling? The droid or the redhead." Lance asked as a smirk appeared on his lips. He may feel his body becoming fatigue, but will push aside this feeling for now. The force is currently blocking any sense of pain in his body, for he still had many minor cuts on his body. The two separatist adversaries walk closer to Lance. "I am NOT a droid!" Grievous shouted with anger as his lightsabers were tightly held and eager to be used. "You sure act like one." The Jedi Knight brought the end of both his hilts together, forming a saberstaff and ready to fight again. 

The sound of another lightsber activation made the the three fighters turn to Lance's left, where the Alf teen had her blue weapon on her grip. "I couldn't let ya have all the fun." Jelia told Lance her reason she was there. Of course, there was more to it. Whether it was to get revenge on Kierra or avenge Ethan, Lance does not know. "Then let us resume." 

Jelia quickly lunged at the red wielding lightsaber female, entering her first lightsaber fight with an opponent. The two quickly attacked, blocked, and countered each other, being equally match for the time being. The advantage was in Jelia's favor, for she had by far more energy and quicker reflexes than the mistress. Kierra was placed on the defensive while Jelia burned through her energy and strength to end Kierra. While all her fatal swings were blocked, Kierra still ended with many scratches on her face and body.

While the two females engaged each other, The Generals were having a match of their own. Lance was the one who can feel more pain than the cyborg, for the burn marks were starting to slow Lance down. Grievous trusts forward, going for a direct stab at Lance's chest, which proved futile. Lance sidestepped and sliced Grievous' left hand, leaving him with his right hand and the green lightsaber. The generals sent barrages of strikes and multiple blocks, the blur of blades seemed to cover the area around them. 

      "I got it!" Tech said victoriously as the engines were once again up and running. "Then lets get outta here!" Leven said, placing his A.R.F helmet on his head. "Sure, just after we get the two on board." Arc replied, walking towards the ramp that allowed passengers on the small frigate. the weapon systems quickly come online, and begin sending wave of blaster bolts towards the enemies. 

"C'mon! Lets go!" Arc shouted at his two friends, firing his DC-17 Hand Blasters at Grievous and Kierra. Lance and Jelia quickly disengage the fight and dashed towards the ramp, making a big leap to get on board. Arc ran back inside and raised the ramp once the two made it inside.

"We did it!" Jelia said, hugging the general tightly. Lance panted and gently returned the hug, placing his arms around her waist. "We did. . . we did. . ." He said softly and tiredly. The two stayed in their embrace, neither wanting to let go. Recon smirked as he watched the two. "Maybe they'll need to be checked in the cruiser." He told himself before walking back to the cockpit, smiling at himself.