Chapter 8

A/N: I do not own any of the characters of Kim Possible or Star Wars. They are the property of Disney.

I.

"Shoot them down!" Unit Commander 892 ordered Unit 352 as clones and a Jedi dove behind a line of trees.

"Sir, we've lost them," A super battle droid told the commander folding up his right arm.

"Well don't just stand there! Advance!" Unit 892 shouted motioning his troops forward.

Hundreds of battle droids began marching down the hill firing their blasters and wrist launchers over the ditch where the clones and the Jedi had ducked down for cover. Unit 892 watched from the hatch of his armored assault tank as his regiment besieged the enemy below.

"Unit 892, Are you there?" A hologram of TX-41 appeared from the top of his tank.

"Yes, sir!"

"Have you eliminated the Republic forces in sector 257?" Unit TX-41 asked.

"No sir, they have entrenched themselves. I need reinforcements!" Unit 892 pleaded with his superior.

"We do not have reinforcements to spare. You must wipe out the enemy before their reinforcements land. I estimate our chances at victory now are now thirty-eight point four-two-three percent with current conditions. " Unit TX-41 informed him.

"But sir!"

"Do it or I'll order the bombers to destroy you and your position for you!" Unit TX-41 threatened him.

Unit 892 nodded. "Roger roger."

Unit TX-41 nodded and the hologram disappeared. Unit 892 looked at the tank driver below and ordered him to move forward.

"Charge!"

II.

Captain Rex looked over to General Skywalker and Commander Tano gasping for breath. There were only ten others left in the group besides themselves, the rest had been cut down by the battle droids blasters.

"Sir… there are too many of them!" Captain Rex shouted rasping for air.

"We've got to hold out! General Kenobi will be here soon!" Anakin Skywalker shouted above the chaos.

"I don't know if soon's good enough sir!" Rex shouted back shooting down two battle droids. A cluster of super battle droids turned in his direction and opened fire. He ducked back down, pushing himself against the wall of the embankment. Clods of mud sprayed overhead as the lasers struck the dirt.

"Well, it's going to have to be… I haven't got word from Kenobi for awhile," Anakin grunted cutting a droid in half when it fell over the side.

"Where was he when you contacted him?" Ahsoka asked deflecting laser bolts with her lightsaber. A battle droid tried to charge her to no avail.

"He was sixty clicks to our east… I think," Anakin replied.

"What!? He won't get here in an hour!" Rex griped preparing droid poppers in his hand.

"It could be days," Toomer laughed sarcastically.

"Have a little faith in him, boys! He'll be here soon," Ahsoka shouted as rockets ripped through the branches above.

"Throw those droid poppers, Rex!" Anakin shouted jumping up deflecting the incoming laser fire.

"Right away!" Rex yelled throwing the grenades at the group of advancing droids. The grenades discharged sending out an electromagnetic pulse frying their circuits. The large group of battle droids collapsed on the ground.

"That should stall them awhile," Anakin ducked back down.

"Yea for two seconds!" Rex retorted. "They just keep coming! Hawk, you have any rockets left?" Rex yelled.

Hawk looked into his pack of munitions, "Two, sir!"

"Take out those advancing tanks when they get close. It'll buy some time!" Rex ordered pointing at two armored assault tanks hovering toward them.

"Yes, sir! Right away."

"Maybe even create a barrier for us," Toomer added. "If we destroy them close to the tree line, we can use them as cover for when we advance!"

Hawk loaded the first projectile inside and readied the bazooka on his shoulder. "Who cares. Let me at em'."

"Get ready! Me and Ahsoka will cover you," Anakin shouted out standing up with his padawan deflecting more incoming blaster fire. Hawk stood and aimed at the nearest approaching tank and fired. The missile zoomed out and slammed into the tank, bursting into flames and charred metal.

"Great job!" Captain Rex shouted out as the rest of Torrent platoon stood up and fired on the droids that walked around the wreckage.

"Load another one!" Ahsoka ordered while another tank rolled around the first. Hawk crammed the last shot inside and took aim again and fired. The tank ground into the dirt, its hatch exploding.

"That'll give them clankers an obstacle!" Toomer shouted proudly.

They watched as endless hordes of battle droids came running around the tanks right into the clones' cross-hairs.

"Should we advance?" Ahsoka asked her master.

"Not yet, we have to wait for Master Kenobi, Snips!" Anakin shouted back.

"Well, I hope he gets here…" Ahsoka grunted as blaster bolt whizzed past her arm. "… Soon."

"Incoming!" Toomer shouted and dived to the ground with Hawk. An assault droid fired a missile that arched over the ditch and straight into it.

The rocket sent shrapnel and dirt everywhere. Luckily for the clone troopers, Anakin and Ahsoka were prepared and moved them out of the way.

"Sir! We can't hold out much longer!" Rex shouted out to Anakin. The clone troopers recovered from the blast and continued to defend their final defensive position.

"We have to!" Anakin shouted back. Behind the tree line and their trench was one of the infamous steep canyons of Malastare. The canyon to their backs was at least a mile in depth and a hundred yards across.

"Master! Hawk's hurt… bad!" Ahsoka yelled leaning over a groaning Hawk. His arm was twisted and broken in ways it shouldn't be.

Anakin grimaced, trying to hold back the droids offensive. There were too many droids and his company wasn't in a position to attack. The enemy had them outnumbered and outgunned. He might be able to survive, but the others couldn't without making huge a sacrifice.

"Sir… what are your orders?" Rex asked breathing heavily with his blasters in hand. He was ready to fight to the end if he had too.

Anakin looked over at his padawan of whom he had taught through most of the war. She looked up at him desperately seeking out his help. Below her on the ground was Hawk writhing in pain. Anakin grimaced but saw no other way and motioned for his apprentice to get ready. Then he felt a familiar presence within the force and smirked.

"Ahsoka! Rex! Get ready to attack!" Anakin shouted. He took in one last breath before he ordered his men and padawan to charge. Rushing air swooped past them.

Ahsoka looked up to find that a red-headed girl with rocket shoes flew overhead through the trees. Her green saber drawn, deflecting the droids blaster fire. The red-head somersaulted over the embankment and in front of the advancing Droid Army.

The young teenager landed in a crouch defending herself with her lightsaber. The battle droids turned their attention to her and opened fire. She was already on the move, deflecting every bolt that came her way and slicing through the battle droids.

Ahsoka turned around to see Commander Cody and other clones pulling themselves up from over the edge of the canyon wall.

"How?" she asked baffled to how they came across the canyon.

"Commander Possible! She's something else. These droids don't seem to phase her at all. We've had a hard time keeping up," Commander Cody gasped for air.

"Commander Possible?" Ahsoka repeated. The roar of Republic gunships swooping in from the skies above drew everyone's attention as they fired missiles down below onto Separatist tanks. Anakin cheered lifting his saber into the air at the arrival of air support.

"Who is she?" Ahsoka asked herself quietly. She knew she had seen her before, but where? Anakin looked down at his padawan and smiled. A Gunship touched down softly on the ground in front of the trench where slain battle droids now laid. Both Anakin and Ahsoka crawled over the trench's top. Anakin heard a familiar voice.

"Skywalker!"

"Master Windu," Anakin and Ahsoka bowed in respect as did Windu and Yori, his padawan. "So you're our reinforcements?" Anakin smirked.

"We were…" Mace said after looking around, more gunships landed, off-loading fresh troops and then far off to where Kim was, "… But after Commander Possible is done I don't think we'll be needed anymore. General Kenobi has already stormed the Separatist Command Center. The battle should end shortly," Mace Windu smiled.

Ahsoka looked at Kim in the distance who was nearing the lead tank at the other edge of the clearing.

She's just a padawan?

III.

"Unit 892!" the hologram of Unit TX-41 scorned its subordinate. "Why haven't you taken out the Republic's position!?"

Unit 892 jumped to attention at the sound of TX-41's voice. "Yes, sir! Um… the Republic troops are pushing back."

"So why haven't you taken the field?" Unit TX-41's deep mechanical voice growled.

"Um… there's a slight problem sir… the Jedi are destroying our forces! They have reinforcements!" Unit 892 responded.

"I don't care! Destroy them at all costs!" Unit TX-41 ordered. But Unit 892 didn't listen. Instead, it watched a Jedi creep up behind TX-41.

"Sir…" Unit 892 tried to warn Unit TX-41.

"What- Argh!" The transmission was cut off as the Jedi cut through Unit TX-41's body.

"Uh, sir?" the battle droid piloting the Assault Tank.

"What is it?" Unit 892 was aggravated by losing its transmission to the base. It didn't know what to do now.

"We have a Jedi in our sights!" the pilot droid called out.

"What's the Jedi's position?" Unit 892 asked.

"Um… heading straight for us sir!" the driver shouted out nervously. Unit 892 panicked and tried harder to make contact with the base.

"She's taken out our second wave!" the battle droid manning the main gun yelled alarmed.

"Anyone out there? Hello… hello!" Unit 892 began to shout at its transmitter trying to reach any other command droid.

"Sir… I think you're in charge of the whole thing now," the pilot droid suggested.

"Um… right?" Unit 892 tried to comprehend what that meant for itself. But the more he tried, the more his circuits overloaded.

"What should we do sir!?" the gunner asked.

Unit 892 took more time to think about it and ordered the one word that was programmed into his memory over and over again. "Attack!"

"Roger roger!" the gunner answered.

The assault tank opened fire with everything it had. But the red-headed Jedi dodged every shot while continuing to cut down more battle droids in front.

"I can't… get her sir. She's moving too fast!" the gunner complained.

"Do I have to take care of everything myself!" Unit 892 popped the hatch of the tank open. He lifted himself out to get a better view of the battlefield. But instead of the battlefield, Unit 892 came face to face with the red-headed Jedi balanced on the main gun.

"Oh no!" Unit 892 groaned.

IV.

Kim Possible kept a perfect balance atop the assault tanks cannon glaring down at the droid commander. The droid was completely still trying not to provoke the Jedi.

"Um… please don't hurt me?" the droid tank commander asked holding up his hands.

Kim already hated battle droids with a passion. Part of the reason drew from the Diablos Drakken had released on Earth and other robotic devised armies. When she arrived on Ord Canfre they attacked her and the others without reason. Through the last eight weeks, she had seen the strife the Droid Army had caused the galaxy.

Kim cocked her eyebrow amused by the battle-droid's request.

"Uh?" The droid commander looked back and forth trying to think of an excuse when two Super battle droids ran past the tank in attack position. "You two! Attack her!" he ordered pointing at Kim. They turned and aimed ready to fire, but were cut in half as Yori rushed by, her purple saber slicing through their torsos.

The droid looked back at Kim. The young red-headed teenagers scowl told Unit 892 she wasn't too happy. "Um… sorry."

"I don't think so," Kim deadpanned severing Unit 892's narrow head from its body. Kim cut through the tank's cannon and vaulted off landing next to the last battle droid still firing away at the advancing clone troopers. It stopped as its torso slid off and fell apart.

"Are you alright Possible-san?" Yori asked deactivating her lightsaber.

Kim sheathed her own sword and turned to Yori as the tank behind her exploded. "Yea. A scratch or two but I'll be fine."

"Well, we beat this one," Kim said with a smile.

"We?" Yori remarked with a smile. "You took out a whole legion of battle droids, Possible-san. You took all the glory."

"Great work Kim." Kim turned around finding Mace Windu, Anakin, and his padawan. Kim instantly recognized her as the alien girl who had rescued them from General Grievous. She never got the chance to meet her after that.

"Thank-you Master," Kim replied.

"Yea, thanks for saving our skins back there," Anakin thumbed back to the embankment near the edge of the cliff. "We were in quite a pinch."

"Yea thanks for the save," Ahsoka thanked.

"No big! It's me who should be thanking you, Ahsoka. You saved our butts from Grievous awhile back. I'm going to owe you for awhile," Kim smiled holding out her hand. "I'm Kim… Kim Possible."

Ahsoka smiled remembering Kim and Yori from the skirmish on Ord Canfre. This was the girl she had defended from General Grievous.

"Nice to meet you Tano-san," Yori bowed.

"I remember you guys. Glad to see you guys made it out. I heard that you guys weren't from around here. I mean this universe..?" Ahsoka smiled back trying to comprehend the situation.

"Yori is Master Windu's padawan and Kim is Master Kenobi's," Anakin further introduced. "From what Master Kenobi has told me, Kim and Yori are progressing quite well with their training."

"Oh, it's no big. Master Kenobi is a very wise instructor," Kim replied.

"Well, I'm glad we had the chance for small talk. But with Malastare secure we need to meet up with Obi-wan and discuss our next course of action," Mace Windu instructed. They all agreed and boarded the gunship. "Take us to Malastare's capital!" Mace Windu ordered the pilot.

V.

Ziost. At its zenith, a beautiful planet in the Outer Rim covered by lush green jungles. But as time and conflicts took their toll. The climate shifted, changing the lush world into a frozen wasteland that was largely forgotten. Its importance had decayed until it was nonexistent.

For those few who strived to find the darkness, it was a black-hole in the light. But the planet wasn't as nearly as important as was the ancient Sith citadel that was constructed on it millennia ago. The very place that held the dark secrets of the Sith.

It towered over the landscape of the frozen valley it was centered in. Glaciated mountains dominated the view behind the structure. The serenity's winds called for malevolence to unleash its fury once more.

A small dark freighter ship zipped in from the black and stormy skies, dashing toward the massive citadel. It stopped just before the fortress and hovered over the snowy mountains. A hole in the snow opened and the ship descended inside, swallowed by the rocky terrain.

Inside the mountain, the air was warm and damp unlike the cold winds licking the surface above. A ramp from the bottom of the freighter hissed open and the glaring red light from the cabin illuminated an elderly silver-haired monocled figure and younger hooded female beside him waiting below.

Grayson descended down the ramp, his fists balled holding onto something tightly. He placed a hand on his sidearm, not recognizing the people before him. "Who are you two?"

"Our names are not important. All you need to know is that we are extensions of your employer and you will be dealing with us and others frequently when he cannot," the monocled elder replied.

Grayson wrapped his fingers around the grip of his pistol ready to draw. "I only answer to Lord Monte Fiske. I refuse to answer to anyone else."

He drew his pistol quickly only for a crimson blade to be pointed at his neck revealing the obsidian hair of the elder's partner. "I strongly suggest you put your weapon back its holster before I tell my Master it's time to hire a new merc!" she hissed.

"Katsumi..." the elder shook his head. "There is no need for your blade and unsolicited threats. I am in no danger and our Master's instructed us to be welcoming to their guest." The young apprentice slowly withdrew her blade.

"Now then," the elder continued, "Do you have the package that you were instructed to deliver?"

Grayson sheathed his weapon and took out a small data-disk from his pocket handing it to Lord Fiske's middleman. "All the information pertaining to the genetics of former bounty hunter Jango Fett are on it. And as proof..." Grayson unlatched another weapon from under his jacket and handed it to the elder. "The lightsaber I took from a Jedi..."

The elder inspected the weapon before taking in from the mercenary's hand. "Excellent, our Master anticipated this. So you are indeed ready for your next mission."

"I anticipate that my pay will be put into the freighter after?" Grayson asked making sure he was paid before agreeing to anything else. He didn't trust anyone else.

"You will receive your compensation, you have my word. But our Master does require your assistance in another assignment." Katsumi brought out a small holo-projector. It revealed another Jedi, much younger than the one he had encountered on Kamino.

"Who is this?"

"This is the young warrior who has been a beleaguering thorn in your employer's side for years now. He wants the target eliminated as soon as possible."

"What's the target's name?"

"Kim Possible."