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The ships continued on their way, withthe Delta 6starfighterthat master Giiett had brought along pulling in behind the other ship using its bulk to hide itself for a moment before they broke past the two pirate ships which hadn't grappled with the Explorer yet. Master Fay's unarmed yacht did the same, though Giiett broke off, rocketing towards the two pirate vessels, his weapons blasting. "May the Force be with you Master Yoda, I will clean up out here."
With Giiett providing cover fire and with four of their six ships having locked themselves to the Explorer, the pirates couldn't stop the Consular or the yacht from entering the blasted open hanger bay. Yoda jumped out first followed by the far taller form of T'ra Saa behind him and the Consular turned, blasting back out of the hanger bay as Fay's yacht closed in behind them.
Master Yoda barely spent a nod towards master Tholme before racing on. "Younglings in danger are they, go to their aid I will!" Go to the aid of Master Illaviel and the others you two will."
With that he was off, his small, shoto style lightsaber flashing a brilliant green. None of his normal aged appearance was on display now as he bounded forward jumping this way and that using the Force as naturally as breathing to aid his speed and agility, his lightsaber flashing, parrying the few bolts licking his way even as he decapitated other cultists as he passed. By the time he exited the docking bay, ten cultists had fallen to his blade, and six more had been killed by their own blaster bolts returning to them, with barely 20 seconds having passed before he was out of sight, pushing his small body faster and faster hoping to get there in time.
The Neti master shook her head as she joined Tholme, their styles weaving together into a perfect harmonious whole as they moved forward, cutting down the remaining cultists as they went. "And that is why he is the Grand Master of the Order."
"One of many reasons," Tholme replied, shaking his head. "I trust you are well?"
"I am," she said simply, and that was enough for them for now.
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Quinlan began to falter within a few moments of the battle. There were simply too many blaster bolts coming towards him, too many to deflect, too many to get away from. The younglings behind him were on their sixth and seventh shields, half of them having exhausted themselves and having been pulled back into safety by the youngest children. Knowing they had to step up their game to survive this Lily left the other younglings there joining her son quickly.
He, Alecto, and one of the other older students, a human boy named Benjamin were still at the front or near the front of the fight, taking potshots downrange, though the fourth youngling with them, T'narn, a young Ikotchi, had died from a blaster bolt to the throat.
Harry had stopped using Stupefy spells quickly. Instead he had begun to transfigure small bits of debris hurling them down the hallway in the shape of knives. His face was pale, his hands trembling, as he did so, trying hard not to look at the body of the boy who had, up until moments ago been alive and well, trying not to look at the bodies of the cultists which had begun to litter the corridor almost as much as the debris of his defenses.
Lily knew that look, and knew her son knew he had killed people today, but there was no time for him to collapse, no time for anything but to try and survive this. This is as bad as any of the fights I saw against the Dark Wanker and his followers, only worse in a way, he never had numbers like this!
"Harry," she said, moving forward, using what limited magic she had to send her own spell down range. This one wasn't a stunner but a very small, low level Bombarda, which went off like a grenade in amongst several of the attackers. They blew backwards, their bodies shredded by the explosion, and for a moment the attackers fell back.
"Harry," she said urgently. "We, you need to start using more offensive magic."
"I don't know any," Harry grunted, sending another fusillade of conjured up knives down range. "I haven't come up with any but the push spells, and you haven't taught me any."
"I know, and believe me I'm kicking myself for that I never thought you'd face a fight like this, not when you're so young." And even when they invaded, I didn't really think the fight would be so damn tough, or there would be so many of them! Damn it Lily, Harry's counting on you, you can't make mistakes like that! If we get out of here, I am going to describe as many defensive and offensive spells as I can think of to Harry, and see what he can do with them. "But I think it's time to try and imagine some of your own!"
On the other side of the corridor Alecto gasped, falling backwards into the doorway he'd been using as cover, his shoulder seared black from a blaster bolt. Benjamin grunted angrily, jumping to his feet and blasting away with his blaster rifle on full auto, each shot unerringly finding its mark before his form was riddled by several return shots.
"Watch out!" said Wulo, clattering forward from his position with the other students. He barreled into Harry, taking them both through the doorway Harry had been using as cover as a grenade was hurled over Quinlan's head towards them. Quinlan didn't sense it through the rest of the battle but somehow Wulo had. The grenade went off as it hit the floor and Wulo grunted in pain as a few shrapnel pieces hit his back legs and rump. He fell to the side twitching and biting his lower lip to keep from screaming in pain.
Looking down at his friend, Harry's face firmed, and he looked up to Lily, who was still in the corridor, ignoring the blaster bolts that zoomed through her ghostly body. Magic, or the Force depending who was doing the telling, began to swirl around Harry, so much that Quinlan looked towards them in shock.
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