P’Konori was dismayed by the motion in the Senate to appoint her as the new Galactic Custodian. The powers of the Custodianship were so extensive that it would make anyone holding the office just short of a de facto galactic dictator, with only a term limit and a few checks and balances from other Galactic Council members preventing them from being able to simply revive the Galactic Imperium. She, of course, had no intention of doing so after fighting in and leading the Galactic Rebellion against the Imperium.
But part of her worried that if the motion passed and she turned down the position of Custodian, it might be offered to someone else who
would use the office’s powers to restore the Imperium.
Fortunately, the motion was bogged down in procedures for now... the Senate had to finish debating and voting on Minor Research Sanctions, after all.
That, at least, would be a good thing about accepting the nomination as Custodian. By being able to effectively set the agenda in the Senate, she would be able to advance motions to address fighting the Scourge, which actually
was an emergency still threatening countless lives. But given the glacial pace at which the Senate worked, it would likely be several years before they actually held a vote on the question of whether to appoint a Custodian or not anyway.
It was so frustrating. And her long time political mentor, Odtepp An’uun, who had served as the Alliance’s commander and top diplomat for decades, was in failing health. Odtepp was not expected to live for much longer.
Then, the Senate received word that Terminal Egress was under attack once again.
Gestalt Pattern ‘Executioner’, led by Queen Golden One, passed through the L-Gate near the Tunari Vortex into the L-Cluster, ready to challenge the coalition forces guarding the system.
Executioner made quick work of one of the Imperial Remnant’s closest fleets.
The Scyldari Juggernaut, which had fought at the First Battle of Terminal Egress, quickly came under heavy attack by Prethoryn Strikers, but this time it did not have nearly as many ships nearby to provide point-defense fire.
B-Wings launched from the Juggernaut, but they were outnumbered by the Strikers, and the Juggernaut began taking heavy damage as acid blasts chewed into its hull.
But while the Juggernaut fell, not all was lost. The bulk of Galactic Alliance and Imperial Remnant forces had been waiting on the far side of the system, so that they would have as much distance to engage the invading Prethoryn forces as possible. The New Republic and Khennet’ans had brought their own Juggernauts to the battle, and were backed up by dozens of
Valiant-class Star Destroyers and half a dozen Mon Calamari Star Defenders.
The Death Star III was not present for the battle. The Ymorz had redeployed it to their own core systems.
Queen Golden One, who had been weakened by Focused Arc Emitter blasts, was killed when a squadron of B-Wings fired their payloads of proton torpedoes down her gaping maw, a tactic that continued to be effective.
The New Republic Juggernaut and its fleets continued to advance, bringing to bear sheets of devastating firepower against the Scourge.
Malak continued to support the fleets with her Battle Mediation, giving them vastly improved coordination and efficiency they tore into Executioneer.
Steve, flying with his co-pilot Veladnur in the
Perennial Peregrine, couldn’t help but be proud at how far Malak had come.
But then, an alarm began to blare.
“Our sensors are detecting another Prethoryn Star Brood about to transit through the L-Gate into this system,” Veldanur said.
“Malak, be ready for them!” Steve called out. “They’re going to emerge close to your position!"
“I read you, sir!” Malak replied from the bridge of her Star Defender, the NRS Hercules VIII.
Then, the new Prethoryn Star Brood emerged from the L-Gate.
A small fleet of Imperial Remnant ships that had the misfortune of traveling through the L-Gates shortly behind the Star Brood was wiped out in moments.
B-Wings moved in formation to engage the second wave of Prethoryn invaders.
Before long, a fierce dogfight was underway.
“Admiral Lynch, we’re under heavy fire,” Malak thought, speaking to him through the Force. “Our shields are failing!"
“I’ll be right there,” Steve thought back as he flew the Peregrine in closer, taking out several Strikers that threatened her Star Defender.
But it wasn’t enough.
“Admiral Lynch, our shields are down!” Malak’s voice said to him. “Systems are going critical!"
“You and your crew need to evacuate now!"
There was a pause.
“No...,” Malak said. She took a breath, and her voice was strangely calm. “We won’t have enough time for that, Admiral. But there’s one last thing we can do... Full power to the engines, and then the main reactor!"
The NRS Hercules VIII charged the Prethoryn line, continuing onward even as the Scourge’s fire ripped through its hull.
“She’s going to self-destruct her ship,” Veldanur said.
“Malak!” Steve called out.
Malak’s ship should have been well past the point of maintaining any sort of structural integrity, but somehow, it held together, as if by the Force itself.
“There is no death,” Malak said, “there is the Force. And I am one with it. Look there, and you will always find me. It’s been an honor, Admiral."
As the Scourge targeted her bridge, Malak flipped a switch, deactivating all remaining safeguards on her ship’s main reactor.
The NRS Hercules VIII plowed forward, even with its engines now gone, due to its inertia, right into the midst of the Prethoryn formation.
And then, its main reactor detonated, instantly vaporizing the ship, Malak and her crew onboard, and the bulk of the Prethoryn’s remaining forces in the system.
Though her sacrifice, she had saved the lives of numerous other crews, and ensured that the Prethoryn would be driven back from Terminal Egress.
“My old Master said that we are luminous beings,” P’Konori said at Malak’s funeral, held back on The Core, though of course there was no body left to inter or cremate. “Our bodies are but temporary vessels. In time, we will all pass on. But in that time, Malak Ishak was a hero, and had complete faith in the Force. May she be looked upon as an example by generations of Jedi to come, for her selfless service and sacrifice in defense of the highest ideals of the Republic and our Order. She is now one with the Force. A moment of silence, please, in remembrance of her, and to help each of us move on."
There was a long, respectful silence.
“She will live through the Force and each of us forever,” P’Konori said. “Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. But there is no death; there is the Force."