A long time ago in a galaxy far,

                                                   far away....

 

 

 

 

 

 

STAR

WARS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rise of the Sith

 

A Galaxy in conflict. The ruthless Sith ravage their way through countless systems, leaving nothing but misery and despair in their path of conquest.

 

Yet, not all hope is lost, as the valiant efforts of the Galactic Republic and of their allies, the Jedi Knights, have managed to hinder and oppose the way of tyranny.

 

Now, in both sides’ exertion to best one another, the Sith have deployed the entirety of their forces to all parts of the Galaxy, even going as far as to ignore the violation of several treaties and trading routes. In response, the Republic has sent an urgent call to all allied systems, summoning their represenatives to Coruscant in order to discuss the next best course of action to confront the rising menace.....

 

 

 

 

 

Having departed from Dantooine a few hours ago, the Jedi representatives’ space cruiser was about to leave hyperspace and approach Coruscant’s orbit. Travelling aboard were numerous Jedi, a Jedi Master, and his apprentice included.

 

-“You’re rather uneasy today, my young padawan. Is something the matter?”-

 

The Padawan shifted her gaze, and then looked back down to her lap "I sense a disturbance... that is all. It’s probably nothing". she tossed her head to remove the strands of crimson hair from her face.

 

Master Bandros, an already aged Jedi veteran, couldn’t help but smile in a fatherly smile at her.

 

-“Be mindful of your thoughts, Livia. I also sense a disturbance in the Force, but it shouldn’t come as a surprise. With the Sith spreading to every corner of the Galaxy, it’s only natural for the mantle of the Dark Side to do so as well.”-

 

She sighed. and folded her arms around her waist. "This feels different..." it was a half mumble.

 

-"Get your things ready, Master Bandros, we're almost there..."- suddenly announced Master Cyle, the only member of the Jedi Council on-board, as he came into their quarters through a slidding door. Master Cyle was a handsome young man of fair complexion, even though he displayed unusual silver long hair. He was considered by many to be the most gifted Jedi of all times, achieving the rank of master and a place within the Jedi Council at an unprecedented age. This, of course, was attributed to the fact that he was a Miraluka.

 

-"Thank you, Cyle. We'll be ready in no time."- reassured Bandros as he bowed his head respectfully.

Before taking his leave, Master Cyle turned around to face his fellow Jedi one more time. Because the Miraluka are born naturally blind, Master Cyle wore a silver visor on his face to conceal the fact that he had no eyes whatsoever. Even so, Cyle appeared to be looking straight at Livia.

 

She stared back and rubbed her arms slightly, then , quickly got up to leave his sight, to gather her equipment, and ready herself, feeling moast uncomftorable.

 

With that, Cyle faced away from them and left the room.

 

-"I didn't know you were aquainted with Cyle, my young padawan."- chuckled Bandros as he witnessed Livia’s exasperation.

 

"I wasn’t." she almost snapped, but hid her temper, slipping both sabres into her belt and grabbing the necessary "trip" supplies.

 

-"Alright then, I won't meddle any further into the matter, but I will ask one thing from you; please, do try to behave yourself this time. I don't want anything like the little stunt you pulled on Taris ever happening again."-

 

She smirked recalling the events.

 

"Oh... alright, if you insist master... but you must admit, it was somewhat tastefully done, was it not?" she slipped the remaining rations she needed into her pouch, and slung it over her shoulder.

 

Master Bandros simply sighed and smiled.

 

-“Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to be the end of me?”-

 

---

YA~HA!

" What the hell are we waiting here for?" Quick said with disapointment.

" We have to wait for all the Jedis amd the mercenaries to come." said Sharp with a smile on his face.

" Then why are we here three hours before the meeting?"

"Well, somebody got to greet them. Plus, we were ask to greet the people by the men who created the meeting."

Quick and Sharp were waiting at the front entrance of a palace for the people to arrive.  Quick was geeting irritaded to wait.

" Still dont see the point of being there three hours before the meeting."

" And we get front seats to the meeting for this."

" WHAT! You didn't tell me that!"

" Now, you know. So shut up and wait for the guests to arrive."

 

 

---

Choose your death: The sword, the twins or the bouble barrels.

"Balba, get your furry butt over here. The senator's private frigate is due to leave soon."

"Balba are coming Dash!" said Balba who had not quite grasped the dialect yet 

The two quickly made their way onto the gigantic frigate which was to transport the senator of Yavin IV to Corusant. Dash and Balba made their way through the frigate to the bridge where the senator was waiting. Dash approached the senator.

"You shouldn't venture off by yourself sir. Its times like these that make it easiest for an assassination to occur. Plus, you aren't exactly everyone's favorite politician. People don't much like change." said Dash

"Lighten up son. I have been in this game longer than you. I know how war works and I understand we are in one this very second." assured the senator

"Balba thinks you doesn't." said Balba

"Balba I am perfectly capable of protecting myself. You guys are only backup."

Balba simply dropped to all fours and hobbled off to another part of the ship. He didn't feel like dealing with the foolish senator. Dash sat in one of the comfortable chairs in the bridge that also doubled as a lounge for the senator. They would be to Corusant soon seeing as how they just jumped to hyperspeed. 

"What do you think of these sith Mandalorian?" asked the standing senator.

"I see them as cowards. They hide behind their force powers and care nothing about honor."

"Really? Well cowards they may be, but the Republic is frail right now. It is brittle and on the brink of collapse. It is us few senators calling for change that are holding it together."

"Sounds nice. Why do you care what happens to the Republic. You are on the outer rim, you will hardly be affected by its downfall."

"The Republic is a symbol. Mostly of freedom. That is what I am determined to protect."

"Sounds nice." said Dash

He sat back and waited to get to Corusant. 

 

 

---

Death comes swiftly to those who fear

"Do you have it yet?"

"No, But im pretty sure its here!"

"You have been pretty sure for the last two hours..."

The two freelancers waited in the lowes of low places in Corusant, aparently, hearing some one had droped a rare Gadget, and hoped to retrieve it... for a mutch needed profit.

Khaz looked over his shoulder he couldent see them, but he felt there was another group of ...violent...freelancers coming there way. "Zuado... Zuado!" the Troydarian flew next to his comrad, holding a rugged piece of equipment in his hands, as he bobbed unsteadily "What is it?!" he barked in his loud mannared voice. "Hey!, who go's there!" some one called from within the thick fog. Wordlessly, Khaz grabed the mechanisum his comrad had , and ran for it, Zuado, not letting go, was draged after him. "aAAaAAaa"

"Zuado, silence that fat moulth of yours!, we need to hide!". and hide they tried, climbing to the higher reachs of the planet, they needed some where crouded to hide...

Khaz quickly slipped into a large building, many importent peopel were going in, so he decided to try and fit in, Hiding Zuado, who was now in a unplesent mode given his location, Hidden in a musky Satchel.

---

Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

jarek was inside of the jedi temples libyary he walked around as few padawans runned to his sides

-master fisto why wont you participate in the war againts sihts???asked one padawan

-i do participate to it but not yet.jarek answered

-wyh not???the young padawan asked again

-if you attack hastly you will run to trap but if you proceed whit caution you can avoid the trap.haventh your master taught you anything. jarek answered

-now go i am a busy man and i need to finish up my duties before going to the meeting.jarek continued as the two padawans powed and maked their leave

-the war againts siths is going to last long.longer than i.jarek said to himself turning his eyes to the floor

 

---

life´s a piece of *** when you look at it.
life´s a laught and death´s a joke it´s true
you´ll see it´s all a show.
keep´em laughting as you go just remember that the last laught is on you and...

ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF DEATH!

JUST BEFORE YOU DRAW YOUR TERMINAL BREATH!

take a last look around while your alive i am indestructible master of war

disturbed indestructible

" Be patience! They will arrive soon." Sharp said with a smile on his face.

" PATIENCE!!!! You dam snipers can wait hours until shooting on a target!!!! My style of fighting demands immediate action." Quick said, a little angered.

They looked at each other. Sharp had a wide smile on his face. Quick soon had smile on his face too. Both Quick and Sharp were wai ting in the stairs of the palace, looking in the sky for ships to land.

" Hey Sharp, do you think one day, the Siths will all be gone?"

" No. They will always be somebody out there bringing corruption."

" Well, more fun for us."

Both of them laught to the joke. Sharp had his sniper in hand at the moment. 

" Bet I can shoot the head of that bird." Sharp said.

" Your on!" Quick replied quickly.

Sharp went on a proned position. In his head, he calculated distance, heart beats and breathing.  Quick whatched Sharp with amusmant. The bird was in movement. Sharp moved his sniper into position to shoot. He held his breath and lowered his heart beat.

A bit closer... Jackpot!

Sharp fired of his sniper and hit de bird directly in the head. Sharp looked at his target with a grin. Quick laugh with amusmant. Sharp got back up and looked at Quick.

" Oh man, your to good at this Sharp." Quick said after he stoped laughing.

" Too bad you can't show of your talents here." Sharp said.

" Wait until we get into battle, then we'll both show our talents."

they looked at each other as they saw the first ship arrive. 

" Ready to greet our guest?" Sharp said.

" Hell ya! The whole day, I was waiting for our first guests!" Quick said out loud.

 

 

 

---

Choose your death: The sword, the twins or the bouble barrels.

At last, the Jedi Cruiser descended upon Coruscant's surface as it made its first, and hopefully last, stop on one of the Senate Quarter's landing platforms.

 

-"Alright, Livia, time to go."- instructed Bandros as he approached the door.

Somehow, the young padawan could sense that something terrible was about to happen. Strangely enough, she seemed to be the only one who did so.

 

"Master... for once, I would like you to at least consider when I have a bad feeling to be weary".

Her eyes were darting around, always watching for something, and her senses were never so keen... if there was even the slightest thought of harming the two Jedi, she would know it.

 

-"I don't sense anything, my young padwan, and Master Cyle doesn't seem too concerned about anything. With outstanding abilities to see the Force like he does, he would’ve already picked up something by now...”-

"Someone could be blocking your senses! Oh, but I’m a Padawan, how foolish of me, master, how could I ever foretell something bad happening." her comment was filled with sarcasm towards the end.

 

Bandros's facial expression became somewhat reluctant.

 

-"I'm not saying that just because you're still a padawan, your skills pale in comparison to a master's, my young apprentice. But you must understand, most of the Jedi aboard this ship have battled the Sith threat for decades, even centuries now, and not once has the presence of the Dark Side managed to slip through their senses like you describe. You must be nervous and excited to be on your first official mission for the Council, that’s all."-

"That’s my point! I’m "the rookie". It is only natural that any ploy to lower a Jedi’s senses would not be applied to me, only the masters".

 

It took much effort to prevent her frustration from manifesting physically, but Livia, after many years, had learned to set that kind of anger aside.

 

Master Bandros simply looked at her with tenderness and sympathy.

 

-"Alright, then. I'll inform the others about this and remain wary of the situation at all times."-

"Thank you, master, that’s all I wanted." she sighed with relief. At least he listened to what she said, instead of being a pomp-ass master...

 

Finally, the Jedi group abandoned ship and tread towards the Senate Chamber; Cyle as the leading man.

 

...

 

-"...and that's why we should mobilize our forces to strategic posts within the Outer Rim. If we don't act quickly, it may be too late to stop the Sith from taking over more systems."-

 

Supreme Chancellor Salek's notion was answered with controversial murmurs and raging whispers. As the Jedi arrived at their post, Cyle's "gaze" was greeted by Salek's own.

 

-"I don't approve of this..."- vetoed the Rodian senator in his own language as his podium hovered closer to the Chancellor's -"It would better if we intercepted the Sith advance within the boundries of the Inner Rim and then we..."-

 

...

 

......

 

.........

 

............

 

 

As the discussion went on, there was a point in which Livia was on the verge of falling asleep. She wondered if there was some kind of force power devised to keep everyone in the room from yawning. She then eyed everyone around her and was amazed to find out that they actually found it interesting...

 

Suddenly, the Iridonian podium floated closer to Salek’s. This last one merely regarded such approach as strange and out of place.

 

-"Yes, representative, what is it?"-

 

It was then that Livia noticed it; a restless sensation of uneasiness building up within her chest as it sent cold shivers up her spine.  She was feeling the same way she’d felt back at the cruiser, only now, that feeling was intensely magnified. The presence of the Dark Side within the Senate Chamber was suffocating, almost tangible, and she was the only one who could feel it.

 

"Master" she whispered. "There is a Sith within this chamber!"

She didn’t notice, but her master did; her hand was gripping his arm so tightly, it was almost constricting the blood flood to the rest of his arm, while her eyes began darting from one place to another. Her other hand was on her saber now.

 

-"Livia, calm down! If there was such thing as a Sith within the proximities of this chamber, the other masters would've already..."-

 

 

*FSSSST*

 

 

Absolute silence...

 

That is what followed the Supreme Chacellor's sudden decapitation.

Salek's assassin had been none other than Iridonia's representative, an imposing Zabrak cloaked in black drapes, with blazing red skin coated with countless tribal tattoos, and a pair of fiery amber eyes tempered by serene hate. The murder’s weapon? A curved hilt, crimson lightsaber.

 

The Sith Lord surveyed the ensuing quietness and stupefaction from his place atop the Supreme Chacellor’s now empty podium, right in the middle of the room.

 

-"Kill them...kill them all..."-

 

After the Sith Lord’s calm mutter, chaos and shrieks of despair spread throughout the room as all exit doors closed themselves without any explanation.

 

-"A Sith Lord? Here!? At the heart of the Republic!? This is preposterous! Where are the guar...!!!"-

 

*FSSSST*

 

One after another, the screams and calls for help of the senators and their escorts were being silenced by igniting red and violet sabers all around the room.

Cyle and the other masters, having no time to ponder on their failure to detect the threat sooner, did not hesitate to ignite their own weapons as they assumed battle stances.

 

-"Everyone, protect the senators! We must stop the Sith at ANY cost!"-

---

YA~HA!

Khaz and Zuado had snuck into the meeting just before the doors had shut, Khaz cursed his luck, "damn it!". the muffled voice of his employer came from hsi Satchel. "Now...when they said every one, that discludes us, right buddy?"

"Im afraid we have no choice in the matter my friend, stay where you are, you dont want to see what were up againsed" Khaz frowned and had a hard time swallowing...red Light sabre's blazed everywhere. he wished he hadent pawned his off so many years ago...



Livia looked to her master. "Would it be a bad time to say I told you so?" without consaulting her tactics, she sprung to action!. leaping off of there podiem and gracefully soared threw the air, her target the Iridonian, she exstended her hand in her fll, shaking the podiem he stood on to give her an exstra advantage, if she could shake him off balence that is!

only a few feet away, her Sabre slipped out of its pouch and into her exstended hand, blazing to life as it was held upside down in her hand. and aimed for his shoulder, she would land beside him while her sabre cut him from shoulder to waist if he didnt act fast.

---

Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

*FSSSST* 

The head of the senator's aide fell to the bottom of the pod. Dash immediately drew his twin vibroblades. One of the senator's advisors cast away his cloak and revealed black undergarments. He blocked the potentially deadly attack of red sabre that was wielded by one of the senator's most trusted officials. Seconds later, Dash stabbed the man in his stomach and killed him.

"Balba get the senator out of here!" yelled Dash while parrying attacks and dealing his own

"Senator, we go now." said Balba

Balba navigated the little pod close to another one filled with sith. Dash jumped to the pod and when he did, Balba navigated to the rim of the room where the senator and him could get off their pod. Dash immediately thrust himself into the battle. He slashed and stabbed and parried and cut. He eventually killed three sith. By the time he was done, his armor had a thin coat of blood. It was the crimson red of human blood. 

How could this have happened? I thought Jedi's could sense the sith. 

Dash looked around and saw all the bloodshed. Many Republic senator's lay dead or dying. Since Dash couldn't throw his blades and retrieve them or use force jump to get to his enemies, so he sheathed his blades and pulled his rifle off of his back. Dash was an excellent marksman and hit a couple sith, but after a while they started catching on and reflecting his shots. Soon his armor was scorched from a couple of blaster shots. After he felt he was of no more use, Dash fled to the rim of the room where Balba and the senator of Yavin IV were waiting. 

---

Death comes swiftly to those who fear

jarek was now driving whit his small space ship he saw the palace and he was now landing.he had a strange feelings on his mind

"sith???"he whispered

he landed to the landing spot then jumping of the ship.

-R5 stay here.he said and pulled out his light saber

now he was sure about it a sith was inside of the palace

¨he runned to the hallway that was leading to the room were the meeting was keeped.he tried to open the door but it didnt open.

-damm!he said

samely a yell heared thgought out the room.now few imperial guard runned to the entrance

-master fisto what is happening?one of the troopers said.

-can you open the door?jarek asked

-no it has been locked from inside.the imperial guard answered

FSSSS

a yellow colored saber was now on he hitted it to throught the door then cutting throught it.

when he had continued it for while he standet aside then using force and throwning the door away. then he stepped inside and indeed there was a sith he hurled his light saber then activating the another side of the two edged saber now preparing for anya attempts

---

life´s a piece of *** when you look at it.
life´s a laught and death´s a joke it´s true
you´ll see it´s all a show.
keep´em laughting as you go just remember that the last laught is on you and...

ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF DEATH!

JUST BEFORE YOU DRAW YOUR TERMINAL BREATH!

take a last look around while your alive i am indestructible master of war

disturbed indestructible

FSSSST

As the senator's head was chopped off, both Sharp and Quick had the immediate action to attack. Sharp pulled out his Sniper and aimed carefuly on the Iridonian.

Quick was jumping from pod to pod killing of the Sith with his twin blades. As he got higher, Quick started throwing off the Sith to make them fall down from the pods.

Sharp was still aiming for the right moment to kill the Sith lord. Everything seemed to go slow motion from his eyes. All distraction around were gone. He was only focused on his shot.

2 clicks right, 1 click down, hold my breath andlower my heart beat and... GO!

Sharp fired off his shot very well aimed at the Sith Lord's head.

Quick was jumping pod to pod to get closer to the Sith Lord.

---

Choose your death: The sword, the twins or the bouble barrels.

Normal 0

Darg parked his cruiser in a parking bay near the vicinity of the senate, still oblivious to what was going on inside. The young human brushed back his slick, black hair, and then rubbed his face, which was about due for a shave 4 days ago. He liked his facial hair that way however, mainly because it annoyed people of a higher status when they saw this scruffy individual walk into there presence.

 

“Are you admiring yourself in the visors reflection or something?”

 

Darg’s very angry, very ill tempered companion, Reki, was behind him with her arms crossed. She was a Twi'lek, with blue skin and eyes to match. But there was also a bit of fury in them as well. She also had two vibroblades.

 

“No Reki, I’m just admiring Caster’s complexion in the mirror, she’s far sexier than you.”

 

Darg started to groom his pet lizard that rested on his shoulders.

 

“Ugh, you’re disgusting! I’m far more attractive and useful than that stupid thing!”

 

“You’re just mad because she gets to sleep with me.”

 

“…”

 

Without another word, both freelancers left the shuttle.

 

“Ok people, your planet has just been graced with the presence of Reki Waurie, the most skilled, attractive, and powerful freelancer in all the galaxy. I vanquish evil, so those of you who walk before me who are pure of heart have nothing to worry about. But if you’re a … HEY!”

 

Darg Grabbed her by the arm and  continued to walk towards there destination.

 

“Sorry, I just forgot my cloak and cannon, we’re all set now.”

 

“YOU RUINED MY INTRODUCTION TO THIS PLANET YOU OAF!”

 

Reki shook off Darg's hand crossed her arms, not wishing to speak with him anymore. She simply glared at him evilly as the Twi'lek continued to walk beside him, but several feet away.

 

“Well… I was thinking you could save it for the whole senate…”

 

“Oh yea, like we’re… We’re going to the senate?”

 

“Best way to start hunting sith that I know.”

 

Now Reki was ecstatic, she threw herself onto Darg and embraced him with a tight bear hug that pressed his cannon uncomfortably into his back.

 

“Th-Th-s is too awesome! I’ve always wanted to see a Jedi! Maybe I could prove I’m skilful enough to wield a light saber, A-A-And then I could become a padawan, and work my way up from there using all kinds of force powers! I-I’d kill for two light sabers!”

 

“Yes, I’m sure they’ll let you do all of those things…”

 

Darg dodged the weird glances he was getting from everyone around him. last thing he needed was a planet this heavily populated to see a Twi'lek hugging him so firmly. It wouldn’t be so embarrassing if she wasn’t so damn tall…

 

Finally, They reached the senate’s chamber, or at least the outside of it. a man there however raised his hand and shook his head. “I’m sorry, but no weapons can be allowed inside the sena…” A second man, bloodied and bruised, emerged from the senate’s chamber and yelled “HURRY! THE SITH ARE ATTACKING!” before being fatally stabbed by the said threat. Deciding to heed the second mans advice, Darg pointed his cannon at the sith, and Reki ignited her vibroblades. The yellow skinned sith just grinned as he lifted up his hand, preparing to hurl a bench at the two freelancers, but found he was unable to perform such a simplistic task. He tried again, and still nothing. Darg only smiled at his frustration.

 

“Hey buddy, do you know what this is?”

 

Darg pointed at his carefully concealed lizard, Caster. It was a Ysalimiri, and the sith’s face turned pale at the sight of it. his emotion quickly reverted back to that of anger as he charged Darg. The freelancer didn’t dare fire at the sith, instead, he let Reki intercept him. She quickly deflected the sith’s single saber, and while he was recovering, her second blade cut and cordarised him at the knees. while he tumbled backwards, she quickly drew both swords across his chest, finally bringing him to his end.

 

“Tastefully done, now, let’s round up the rest!”

 

The freelancers charged into the council, while Reki shouted something about how her powers would strike fear in the evil sith around her.

---

"Master, I-"

"I know, it looks like they've already begun."

"What?"

"Sith. Many of them. Just remember what I taught you and stay close."

Zak stared at his Master like stupified Nerf Herder. Long before Zak felt a "grave sinking" feeling that he assumed was a disturbance in the Force, Master Garen had already felt a "dark ripple" in the flow of the Force around them. For the past few days, they had remained on Corsuscant after finishing an escort mission in CoCo Town - CoCo was a nickname for "Collective Commerce." Until this moment, Zak had questioned his Master's motive for staying instead of returning to Dantooine.

Though they sat next to each other in their air taxi, Zak still felt like he was worlds apart from his Master. It had always been this way. Even whenever Garen spoke directly to Zak, which was rare, it felt like he was "off" in another place....except in combat.

"Right here."

"Really, but there's nothing here except a window!" replied the taxi pilot. They had pulled up to one of the many windows of the building that contained the senate chambers.

"Precisely. Here's the credits for my fare. And here's something extra. When I call you on the Com., I want you to return with our things." Garen handed a fistful of credits to the driver.

"This much?! I'll practically park here and wait if you pay me this much!" 

Suddenly, the window behind them was shattered as one of the unfortunate Senate Guards was hurled from the building.

"You'd be better off somewhere else at the moment." Zak interjected.

As one, Master Garen and his apprentice leapt out of the air-speeder and smashed through the window, making a rather dynamic entry into the embattled Senate Center. Garen immediately ducked and pulled his Padawan to the floor, just in time to dodge a flying lightsaber. When Zak looked up, he found a tall, imposing Trandoshan approaching them with a bright-red lightsaber in his hands. Even without the saber, Zak knew this alien was a Sith from the sheer, oppressive killing intent he felt. Before he could get up, Master Garen placed a hand on his shoulder, looked him square in the eyes, and then turned to look at the approaching Trandoshan. 

"Leave this to me." was what Zak understood from his mentor's gesture.

Though he barely knew anything about his master, Zak grew accustomed to Garen's body language after two years of gruelling sparring. The physical aspect of the training was really the only thing Zak progressed in, and that didn't seem to bother his master very much, as Echani traditionally taught their young through physical combat.

"A Trandoshan Force user. Now that's quite a rarity." Garen calmly said as he rose to meet the Dark Jedi. "I highly advise that you lay down that weapon and surrender. You have quite a long way to go before uniting with the Force."

The Sith merely laughed, though this laughter sounded more like a snarling growl that a chuckle. "And I suppose that you are ready to 'unite with the Force' now? Hahahaha." the Trandoshan now leveled held his saber high, ready to cut Garen down. And yet, the Jedi wasn't even batting an eyelash.

"Then allow me to get my point across directly." 

At that moment, Zak grinned. Oh, you're gonna get it now. he thought.

Within an instant, Master Garen became a blur, swiftly sidestepping around the blade and grabbed the Sith's sword arm. In another quick motion, the Echani Jedi brought his elbow down into his enemy's arm, effectively breaking the bones. Before the Dark Jedi could so much as scream, Garen kicked him in the side of the knee, smashing through bones yet again.

"Agh!" The Sith snarled, falling down on his remaining knee.

"You Trandoshans always feel like you have to broadcast your attacks to the entire Galaxy. Even a morbidly drunk Echani could take you down." Garen now drew his own lightsaber.

*FSSSHHT*

A bright cyan-colored blade appeared directly over the Dark Jedi's head.

"W-w-w-wait a moment! You Jedi are supposed to-"

*SSSHVOOM*

A sudden swing to the back of the neck silenced the Trandoshan, yet his head didn't roll. Instead, a small but powerful shockwave sent him sprawling to the ground with enough force to knock out a young rancor. Despite the burning ferocity of Garen's lightsaber, it was set to a low enough frequency to avoid lethality. And when paired with the twin Bondar crystals in its hilt, the lightsaber became an effective stun baton that delivered a dizzying 'pulse' on impact.

"That should keep him out for at least 12 hours. We'll wake him up later for questioning." Garen deactivated his saber and put it back on his belt. He then drew out another, completely different lightsaber. "But the rest inside are too strong to simply knock out. Stay close. And remember, always follow the flow of combat." 

*FSSSHHT*

Now a pure-white blade ignited from Garen's new saber. Following his master's queue, Zak retrieved his own lightsaber and activated it, revealing a bright blue blade. Without a word, Garen and Zak strode off and charged through a nearby door that was already opened. Inside, Zak spotted the reason for the rather easy entrance. A pair of mercenaries and a Ysalimiri were in front of them, fighting off various other Sith warriors.

 

 

---

-"Livia, wait!"-

 

But Master Bandros's voice was already too far from his apprentice to be heeded at the moment. Instead, he focused on aiding his fellow Jedi open more escape routes as they sliced through the closed mechanical doors with their lightsabers.

 

Meanwhile, as the padawan's saber flung down onto the Sith Lord, this last one relied on his quick reflexes to side-step in time, easily evading Livia's attack as he countered with a horizontal swing aimed at her throat.

 

She merely slipped her legs together in her landing, and spun around into a kneeling stance, ducking below the first attack and countering with her own, slicing at his now undefended side. But to the padawan's surprise, another lightsaber was already waiting to parry her own. Apparently, this Sith Lord wielded dual lightsabers; Jar'kai.

 

-"I sense a blaze of anger within you; it burns ever so fiercely..."- commented the impassive dark Jedi as he forced her back with sheer strength.

 

"You are as idiotic as you are ugly my friend, I guess you can’t read me that well". she smirked, flipping the blade to a more proper angle and readying for another attack. "However, I sense a disturbance in your Ego!"

 

 

The Sith Lord stood idly as he stared in Livia’s direction. Suddenly, Sharp’s sniper blast zoomed through the air towards the Sith Lord’s head, but it was miraculously deflected by an unseen force. A faint smile was drawn upon the Zabrak’s face. As it seemed, something was protecting him from all enemy fire. A gadget perhaps? But such technology didn’t exist yet, at least not for personal use.

 

Turning both his lightsabers off,  the Sith Lord removed his cloak and revealed a well toned torso and his horned head.

 

-"I don't kill those who don’t know my name..."-

 

*PSHHHT*

 

The red beam of both lightsabers returned with an ominous fizz.

 

-" I am Darth Ignis, Lord of the Sith."-

 

"You...have an awful pick up line..." it couldn’t be avoided. She took hold of her second saber to match the blades. "My name is Livia." she smirked and odd smirk. "And I’m here to discipline you."

 

The Sith Lord rushed at her swiftly, each of his moves executed with utmost refinement and skill. As soon as Livia managed to block one of his attacks, another was already coming her way. Ignis struck with fury and passion, each assault deadlier than the last. Somehow, it appeared that he was just toying with her.