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As the command ship of the Intecid fleet bolted from hyperspace, Commander Jimmothy Y'rindaan surveyed the condition of the battles before him. Dozens of Yuuzhan Veggie ships spurred around the outskirts of the system, attempting to break through the thin formation of Rebellion ships that was effectively preventing their passage into main skirmish in the middle of the system.

Eyeing his well trained fleet with pride, Y'rindaan observed their participation in a battle almost over. Yuuzhan Veggie ships manuvered desperately to escape the Intecid fleet's state of the art weapons as Veggie starfighters, outnumbered and disheartened, exploded in the midst of desperate retreats.

Suddenly, the communications computer beeped, it's echo startling Y'rindaan as he forced himself to turn away from the main viewport.

"Let it in," instructed Y'rindaan to his communications officer.

A hologram of Admiral Pear, projected so crisply that one might mistake the image for the real person, flickered on and glanced at Y'rindaan calmly.

Y'rindaan could not help but smile. "Admiral Pear. It is a pleasure to assist you in this battle. It seems to me as if this battle could be the end of the Yuuzhan Veggie's space superiority. I'm sure Ed2D2 would be proud of our-"

Suddenly, Y'rindaan noticed something different about Pear. Usually looking sharp and cheered, his eyes were covered with a deep mist that seemed to cloud his soul. His face was sagging as if he had just suffered a thousand deaths, pain still clenched in his weakened jaw and unstable stance.

"Oh my stars! What's wrong?" asked Y'rindaan gently.

***

"I think I need to sit down here," muttered Alison as her face paled with shock and surprise. Stumbling to a chair aboard the diplomatic shuttle that have taken them to the Intecid System, Alison collapsed gently. "Everyone... Everyone dead? Every single one of them? All... They...?"

His heart pearced with dread and shock, EC3 could only nod weakly. The momment Pear told him about what the Yuuzhan Veggies had managed to do in a matter of hours, he wished that it was all a dream, a terrible dream that plagued his sleep. He wanted to wake up again... wake up in a time when the Yuuzhan Veggies were gone, wake up in a time when his father and mother would stand above him and tell him that it was alright, that it was only a dream...

But he didn't wake up. It was real. It was unthinkable, but it was real.

Alison's heart at first refused to accept Pear's words. He was mistaken maybe, perhaps suffering from halucinations. But it was all real... Alison sat back in her chair, remembering all of the people she had left behind on Juice when she decided to explore the galaxy with EC3; friends, brothers, teachers... Now all gone. Gone because of a pointless war with insane enemies.

All of them... gone.

Her heart finally accepting the present, Alison felt her soul explode into a fit of rage. Leaping to her feet, Alison felt herself slip into a fit of anger that she had never felt.

"HOW DARE THEY!" screamed Alison, her throat aching with sorrow and her face stinging with tears. "HOW DARE THOSE ARTIFICIAL BASTARDS DO THIS TO US! WHY? WHY, WHY, WHY? Why us, why now? Why EC? Why did they do this? Why?"

EC3 turned toward Alison slowly and looked deeply into our eyes. "I don't know," he said, his voice echoing ackwardly through the passages of the shuttle. Alison collapsed into EC3's arms in a desperate embrace, and EC3 hugged her back, his tears straining his face as Alison sobbed quietly.

"You're all I have, now," whispered Alison slowly. "First I lost my parents... the Veggies cut off the Hands... I thought I'd see them again. But now... my brothers, my friends... They're all gone..."

EC3 did not know what to say, his mind paralyzed with greif and confusion. Alison held him closer, hanging on to the one loved one she had left.

"I remember," said Alison, "when I was a small child... Young, carefree, happy. I used to play in the apple orchards with my friends Lizzy and Tyler. We used to play tag, and statuemaker, and cards... I wish I were still there... I was so happy."

"I love you," said EC3 gently. "I don't know what I'd do without you... If I were alone through this, if you weren't here to hold me and carry me through all of this, I would have died a long time ago. I would have given up when the Veggies first came... I need you, Alison."

Alison was silent at first, then pulled back to look into EC3 eyes. "EC..." she began. "I've already lost so much... It's all gone... I can't bear to lose you. Can you promise to never leave me?"

"I'd like to promise much more than that," responded EC3 weakly. Hugging her tightly once more, he said simply, "Alison... Will you marry me?"

Her mind a storm of emotions, Alison paused. "Yes. I will."

***

G'vorsa String Bean smiled to himself, allowing his dark green teeth to glimmer in the dim light of the Honorary Shuttle that would take him back to his flagship. Although it seemed as if his mission had failed, G'vorsa couldn't help but feel a surge of victory at his success. Now the Yuuzhan Veggies could populate the galaxy at will with no resistance. And he would be hailed as the hero who made it all possible.

Glancing around his shuttle in an irational paranoia, G'vorsa saw only his two body guards and the pilot of the shuttle. Seeing one of his bodyguards shift in uncertainty, G'vorsa turned to him sharply.

"You have a question?" said G'vorsa. "I invoke the Muse of the Student to ask me your uncertainties as a student asks a teacher.

"Great One," said bodyguard. "Is what we have done here right?"

"Of course. I have no doubt of that."

The bodyguard paused, gathering his thoughts, then said "What if I think Satyagraha is right? What we have done here is obviously wrong, against the will of the True Great Ones," he affirmed, his voice rising in confrontation.

G'vorsa, looking at his bodyguard in distain, split in the body guards face. "How dare you!" he screamed, his face beginning to fade into the pale green that enraged Yuuzhan Veggies were. "Questioning the plan of the Great Ones! I deinvoke the Muse of the Student and the Soldier! You are even more disgraceful than the Producians! You are lucky I don't shoot you on the spot right now!"

"To spoilage with your Muses!" shouted the bodyguard as he withdrew his blaster. "Ever since we came here, we have caused nothing but harm! I have watched in dread as my former friends, my comrads have tortured the rightful inhabitants of this galaxy! But they are friends no longer! I wish I were stationed at Veggie Way so I could secede with those who know the Truth! You are insane, and I refuse to follow you!"

Turning to his other bodyguard, G'vorsa sharply ordered, "He is a traitor! Kill him!"

"I will not," said the other bodyguard. "For I agree with my friend. You may threaten us and even kill us, but you will be doing us a favor. The Yuuzhan Veggies that had killed the citizens of this galaxy are not worthy of life. And you are not worthy of ever being born!" The other body guard drew his blaster, pointing it as G'vorsa's chest as his friends did the same.

G'vorsa simply sneered. "Fools. Even if you kill me, you will be tortured."

"You are lucky we believe in Satyagraha," said the second bodyguard intensely. "Then we would have nothing stopping us from killing you right now."

"But I do not. Good bye, G'vorsa String Bean, traitor of the Yuuzhan Veggies!" called a voice from across the room. In surprise, the body guards turned to see the pilot of the shuttle fire a blaster at G'vorsa. Not even being able to process what have happen, G'vorsa fell to the ground dead.

The three Yuuzhan Veggies stared at each other for a long time as silence infiltrated the room. Only the hum of the engines and the sound of soft breathing could be heard as they considered what had just happened.

The first bodyguard was the one to break the manacing yet peaceful silence. "Justice has been served. The Great Ones are pleased."

Time out:

Sorry. I was tired.

I didn't say everyone was killed so the megaverse could be occupied. The G'vorsa decoy did not know the scope of the real G'vorsa's plans; it was an assumption on his part.

Time in:

The three Yuuzhan Veggies looked upon the dead form of G'vorsa String Bean further, reflecting upon what had just occurred. Suddenly, the first bodyguard realized something. Kneeling down to investigate the corpse, he said, "This is not G'vorsa String Bean."

His thoughts racing in confusion, the second bodyguard bent down and looked at the part of the dead the first bodyguard was pointing to. "You are right. His head was smaller. This is one of his decoys."

"He sent a decoy aboard his evacuation shuttle?" said the first bodyguard slowly. "That must mean he has died elsewhere. He did not want to Yuuzhan Veggies to fall in spirit, so he sent a decoy in his place."

"You speak wisdom," confirmed the second bodyguard. "Our confrontation was in vain, but this does not matter. The Evil One has died, and now the Yuuzhan Veggies can return to their home without his iron grasp."

***

Glenn Pear sighed slowly as he wiped his cheeks of the tears that seemed to eternally flow. It had been a long, hard, and devastating day for everyone. But the most devastating feeling of all was that he had failed; it was the Rebellion's duty to protect the Producians in occupied scope.

His mind muddled with guilt, sadness, devastation, and regret, Glenn stood and resolved to return to his quarters for the evening. All we wanted to do was wake up and realize the entire ordeal was a dream...

Suddenly, the door swung open and Seven of Nine, her sprint filled with unparalelled excitement, nearly bumped into Glenn. "Sorry sir!" she said solemly.

Glenn glanced at Seven of Nine's face and realized something new had happened. Though her eyes were still filled with tears and her face was flush with shock, Seven of Nine also had a mischievious glimmer in her eye... a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of almost pure bliss.

"You look like you've just won a marathon. What is it?" asked Glenn ackwardly.

"Sir," Seven of Nine said, attempting to hide her emotions from her voice. "My technology team has just assembled one of the new technologies sent to us by Karr long ago... It was a new type of radar. We just tested it, and we've found evidence that the purges were not as complete as we thought. There are survivors!"

"That is the best news I've heard all day," said Glenn with a weak smile. "Show me what you've found... Maybe there is still hope."

As the last traces of Cornscant disintigrated into a massive flame, Pear studied the remaining surrounding ships. Luckily, almost all of the troop transports had cleared tbe system before the explosion. Those that had not were still intact, reporting minimal shield damage. On the outskirts of the system, the massive Intecid fleet fired upon the sole dozen Yuuzhan Veggie reinforcement ships.

In military standards, Admiral Pear had just led a force in one of the most unlikely victories in recorded history.

"Are we all set?" asked Pear.

The communications officer glanced over his board. "All set, sir."

"Good. Our job here is done. Enter hyperspace for the Rebellion System immediately. Set a specific course for New Veggie Way and inform me when we're about to exit."

"Yes, sir."

***

Glenn Pear raised an eyebrow as he scrutinized the holograhm cracker projection before him. The projection was being casted with a glow by the new sharp holograhm cracker technology salvaged from Kaar's shuttle. The improvement made Seven of Nine's presentation that much more spectacular.

"Therefore," said Seven of Nine flatly, her voice clear yet soft enough not to produce an echo, "from the emergency signals, ship signitures, communications to New Veggie Way, and broadcasts, we can conclude that the Yuuzhan Veggies did not do as complete a job as it first seemed. On some planets, the populations was only half destroyed, on others, the Veggies' presense was too weak to do much of anything."

"So some planets had no bloodshed whatsoever?" asked Glenn hopefully.

"I'm afraid not. The general Yuuzhan Veggie announcement caused riots on almost every planet not touched by their sinister plan. Almost all planets sustained considerable urban damage and at least nine or ten deaths because of these riots." Seven of Nine paused. "Except for Veggie Way. Our communications with their establishment reveals that the Yuuzhan Veggies there suceeded and joined Turnip's Satyagraha force."

Glenn glanced thoughtfully through the window on the ceiling, now filled with millions of masterful stars. "Turnip was right all along... We could have prevented so many deaths..."

"Do you want my final estimate, sir?" asked Seven of Nine emotionlessly, her machine logic seeming to take taken control of her mind for the time being.

"Of course," responded Glenn.

"The Yuuzhan Veggies carried out their operation on half of the planets. They only carried out half the plan on one half of the remaining planets and barely started on one fourth of those planets.

"Unfortunately, the plan was most concentrated on populated planets... I'm afraid to say the galaxy only has one third of the population it had before the executions. And now they're scattered around the galaxy."

Glenn stared at Seven of Nine intently. "And before this all started?"

"Sir?"

Glenn took a deep breath. "How much of the population survived the entire ordeal? Compared to the population before the invasion?"

"One fourth, sir."

Glenn paused. "Three quarters of the galaxy gone... How are we ever going to recover?"

"I do not know, sir," said Seven of Nine softly. "I truly do not know."