Indeera dropped down in front of the Talpini, slicing through the powersuit’s arm before spinning to shield them all from Dee’s blasts. Well, maybe not all of them. A stray bolt made it past Indeera’s lightsaber, striking the Talpini. He cried out, staggering back in his powersuit as the ceiling blew in above their heads.

“Your friend’s in there!”

Elzar Mann ignored Ty’s outraged cry as he fired on the building, his bolts ripping through the roof below them.

The Vector streamed through the dust and smoke, coming up to race toward the huge vessel on the other side of the camp.

“It’ll take more than a few lasers to take down Indeera Stokes.”

“What? Like dropping a building on her?”

The canopy popped over them. Elzar swiveled in his seat. “What are you doing?”

“Checking if they’re all right.”

Before he could stop her, Ty vaulted out of the aircraft, igniting her lightsaber before she reached the ground. Elzar pulled the canopy back into place, noticing another saber flashing ahead. It was Bell Zettifar, running full pelt toward the colossal ship, deflecting shots from Nihil on the ground.

Where was he going?

Ahead, a hatch opened in the side of the gigantic vessel. A figure appeared in the doorway, Elzar’s mouth dropping open as he realized who it was.

Rain lashed against Loden’s face, the water getting into his eyes, temporarily blinding him. He reached for the side of the hatch to stop himself from falling over the edge. There was a flash from below, the unmistakable arc of a lightsaber blade.

It was Bell, running toward the Gaze Electric with Ember at his heels, while above them a Vector was screaming toward Ro’s ship, almost level with where he was standing.

Something moved behind him. Loden whirled around to see Ro. The Nihil leader was staring at him from behind that infernal mask.

Loden raised his lightsaber, trying to ignore how the blade trembled along with his hand. In response, Ro raised his palms. A sign of surrender?

“I am unarmed. I know you, Jedi. You won’t harm an unarmed man.”

There was a trick coming. Loden wasn’t stupid. His head may have been thumping, and he could barely stand on his feet, but he wasn’t stupid.

Behind him, the Vector flew ever closer.

“Do you yield?” Loden tried to draw more strength from Bell, from the pilot of the Vector, from every Jedi in the field. It was all he could do to stay upright, his heels against the edge of the hatch, the storm raging at his back.

“Will I get a fair trial?”

“Of course.”