This is another story I created years ago that is supposed to be set just after the previous one.

 

Salas V

Naga Sadow Medical Bay

 

Fremoc emerged from the bacta tank, fully healed, as he put his clothes back on. Dyrra stood waiting for Fremoc, as Teu and Thomas had gone to assemble the strike team from before. They needed to find the people that had attacked them as Fremoc flew them towards their missing patrols. 

“Dyrra, I want to say-” but before Fremoc could say anything else a right hook came from Dyrra striking him across the face.

“Don’t you ever, EVER, do that again Pepoi,” said Dyrra. Fremoc rubbed the spot where she had hit him.

“I was just saying sorry Dyrra.”

“I know, and I’m saying don’t do it again.” Teu and Thomas returned with the strike team, who all looked relieved that their Quaestor was still alive. “Alright everyone, we are going to the same place we were just out at. Instead of getting to the point where the enemy can shoot their missiles at us, we land first then march forward.” Everyone nodded and headed towards the LAAT/i outside the medical bay, and once more readied themselves. Teu, once again, remained behind watching them all leave again. 

Fifteen minutes later, the team was landing just ahead of the area that had shot down The Stryker. The team exited the gunship, and moved forward on foot towards where the two missiles originated from. Fremoc expanded his senses to find where the enemy lay hidden. 

“Dad!” Thomas yelled, causing Fremoc to turn and look back to his son. As he looked to where his son was pointing, one of the newer members of the Night Raptors pulled out his rifle, shooting at the black creatures coming towards them. 

“Engage, engage, engage!” yelled the Quaestor as the Killiks came closer to the team. Those with lightsabers, depressed the activation switches and headed straight into the fray, while others opened fire with their assault rifles and blasters. Tentacles lashed out at the Knight as he quickly cut them, the same happening to the rest of the Dark Jedi who were quickly cutting their way into the swarm. Bodies littered the ground as more Killiks swarmed the twelve members of the combined Naga Sadow forces. Fremoc activated the wrist comlink on his gauntlet, “Gunship on station, we have swarms of hostiles on our position. Requesting cover fire as we pull back to extraction.”

“Roger that, Quaestor, stand by. Second gunship is waiting at the extraction point.”

Deactivating his comlink he yelled to the group, “Fall back! Gunship coming in for a run!” The Dark Jedi in the midst of the fray fell back to the rest of the group that were keeping the Killiks at bay with their blasters. A LAAT/i flew in, strafing the ground that they had just stood at, killing the swarm. “Everyone follow me, we are getting out of here before more of those things attack us.”

“We are retreating?” asked Dyrra.

“Considering that we could have been overrun there, then yes we are. But, I think we found out the reason why our patrols have been going missing.” Dyrra grumbled as the team moved to the extraction point and got onto the gunship that was awaiting them. “Pilot, take me directly to the Consul and Proconsul. I have something to report.”

“Yes, sir. What were those things, sir?”

“A new enemy.”