Star Wars: Revenge of the Fanfic

The large young man, of just 18 or 19, sat in the small room, with little furnishing save the two plush chairs. He was a tall man, with dark black hair, and brown eyes. He sat crossed legged, his palms open on top of his knees, thinking deeply, levitating an inch or two off the ground. A few objects orbited around him slowly, a lightsaber, a holo-commlink, other small objects. The morning sun shone through the windows, slowly rising until it hit his closed eyes. His brows furrowed, and the objects dropped to the floor, himself with it. Sighing through his nostrils, he raised a hand, at shoulder level to the windows, the blinders closing.

His facial expression relaxed, he slowly started to rise again to an inch off the floor, slowly, the objects following suite before orbiting back around him. He sensed a deeply familiar and friendly force approaching his door. It opened, and he said in a calm voice,"Hello, Master." He came out of his meditative state, the objects on the floor and himself setting down more gracefully.

The master spoke in a fatherly tone,"Vincent, if you are to ever master meditation you must learn to block out the outside world, the sun is no matter. Now come, you have one last trial to accomplish." Vincent Dadoni rose, turn to his Jedi Master, a Mon Calamari by the name of Vrik Vdebb. "The trial of spirit, looking into the mirror, I know, Master, I was wishing to accomplish it h-" Vrik cut him off, "My young Padawan, you cannot accomplish The Trial of Spirit by mere meditation in the very Temple itself. I was hoping you were meditating to find the location of your final Trial!" He sighed. "No matter, you may do that later, a true Jedi can meditate in the harshest of conditions, if I were to throw you outside, where all the noises of the city would encompass you, you would be expected to be able to meditate properly. Now come." Vincent nodded, following his master.

They walked down the long halls, the younglings and beginning Padawans to awake from their dorms, Librarians, Masters, and Knights of all kind strolled up and down the great halls day and night.

They entered the docking bay, walking up to Vincent's starfighter. Master Vdebb turned to Vincent, laying his suction-cupped, damp hand on his Padawan's shoulder. "Vincent, this the last trial, you have passed all others, and if you succeed as well as you have the first three, you will become a Jedi Knight. But be warned, the Trial of Spirit is not like any of the other three you have accomplished."

He leaned in, his large fish eyes staring into his, his tone of voice turning graver. "Many a-Padawan have passed all trials, only to fail at this very one. They cannot handle what they see, cannot handle who they really are inside, and they lose themselves. Please, my Padawan, recall your trainings, and prepare yourself for a test greater than any other. I wish to remove your Padawan's tail in due time, but please, think clearly, and you will conquer over your deepest realizations and fears." Vincent swallowed, nodding. He turned slowly, putting his foot up on the step of the fighter and climbing into the pilot seat. "And Vincent.." Vincent pressed a few navigational controls, looking up,"Yes, Master?". "Learn to meditate properly." Vincent stifled a laugh, smiling,"Yes, Master."

The starfighter's cockpit sealed shut, Master Vdedd stood back, crossing his arms behind his back and nodding to Vincent as he took one last look at his Master, before cruising out of the dock, and pulling up into the atmosphere of Coruscant.


The young Sith Acolyte stood in the darkness, the only light that shone was overhead, from a crack in the old Sith temple. The only sound was the dull humming of his red lightsaber, standing out against the darkness. The young Zabrak's intricate horns on his skull shone through his hood partly, and he stood ready. Suddenly, he moved he lightsaber quickly, a blaster bolt shooting from the darkness and hitting the lightsaber, deflecting off it and going back the same direction it came from. A low grunt came from the shadows, and the collapse of an armored soldier resonated against the walls.

It became quiet again. Suddenly, the young Acolyte's saber flung out to the side, blaster bolt being fired at him, he deflected it, and more were fired at him. He flung his lightsaber sideways, jumping up in the air to avoid another volley of blasts. The lightsaber went in a circle around the temple room, slashing down many soldiers through the chest, the red hue of the lightsaber showing their contorted pained faces for a moment. The Zabrak landed, bending down to his knees and lowering his head. He outstretched a hand and caught the lightsaber perfectly. Looking up slowly, his deep yellow eyes showed pure hatred and rage.

A smug, female laugh echoed from down the halls. A slim, black-eyed Nautolan, dressed in black robes stepped out of the darkness in front of the Acolyte. "It is time, my Apprentice. Your last test will show me if the Dark Side is truly gifted in you. As soon as my spies locate a valuable Republic target, we will have such a test for you." The acolyte spoke in a deep voice,"Yes, my Master." She beckoned him with a hand, a devilish smile on her face,"Rise, my Apprentice. Rest now, I will send for you when your target is chosen." The Zabrak rose, and the Nautolan turned, her tentacles swaying slightly, as she walked away into the deep confines of the ancient temple.


It had been a few months. A few months Flame had been tracking a perfect target for his Master's new apprentice. A Mon Calamarian Jedi Master that was his Master's very enemy. He dare not get close to the Jedi, as the Master of the Force could no doubt sense him easily. He observed his patterns from a taxi cab. But Jedi were hard to put down. They didn't follow routines, except for in the Temple itself, and there was no way of getting in there. The way to get a Jedi where you want him is to target his friends. The Mon Calamarian master no doubt had friends, contacts to the outside that lead him to the certain Sith and trouble makers of the republic he wanted to find.

But he also had family..

The spy targeted one of the Calamarian's friends. A Gran barkeep. Flame parked his taxicab in a local garage landing area. He made down the streets for the bar in the slums. This is where the scum were. The Gran was certainly no mere contact or means of getting information to the Jedi Master, he was a personal friend outside of the temple. Flame walked up to the door, it slid away and let him enter. The bar was dark, and all around were the grunts, screeches, arguements, laughter, and gurgles of different creatures and languages. He looked around, his eyes turning to a Gran filling up a glass behind the counter. He walked up to him, sitting in the barstool.

He gathered a plan of action, when he noticed the barstool next to him swiveling around. A small human with it's teeth sunk into the leather looked up at him, releasing his maw from the stool and looking up at the sith spy. Flame turned away, about to speak to the Gran when suddenly a yell came from the barstool. "Hey--Hey--HEY! HEEEEY. HEY YOU. HEEEEY." Flame turned around, glaring down at him. "Isn't my hair so silky smooth? Isn't it just so, smooth? ISN'T IT? HEY! HEY!" Flame turned his head down slightly, keeping his glare on him as he focused. The man kept rambling about his hair, and Flame became annoyed that this obnoxious scum was actually in the slightest bit force sensitive. He focused on him more than before, and suddenly the little man froze up under the eyes of Flame, in complete and total horror. He lost himself in the horror, turning, running into a wall, scrambling up and running out the door. He was so small no one even payed any heed to him.

Back to business, Flame turned and looked at the Gran. "Reey-Reerars?" The Gran groaned and gurgled in it's native tongue,"Yes, what of it?" Flame stared into his eyes, clouding his mind with his dark Jedi powers. "Let's talk privately." The Gran paused, being in a bit of a stupor. He stuttered his words, before shaking his head and agreeing. He lead the spy into the backroom. The Gran started thinking clearly again, wondering why on Coruscant he had just let the guy come speak with him privately. Flame spoke,"Vrik Vdebb, Jedi Master, you know him, does he have family?" The Gran suddenly reached for his blaster, whipping it out and aiming at Flame. Flame let out a large blast of physical force at his hand, the Gran lost grip of the blaster and it flew into the wall a few meters away.

"Now.." Flame approached the Gran, as he backed away into one of the boxes slowly. "Vrik.. Vdebb.."


The Zabrak was meditating in his room, knees to floor, his eyes shut tight. For a moment, he caught a glimpse of something. A brown, fleshy, amphibian-like hand gripping a lightsaber. Mon Calamari, he knew it meant he was most likely going to duel one. His door opened, and a Sith soldier spoke,"Darth Iveerna wishes to speak to you about your final test.." The Zabrak's eyes opened, rising to his feet. The Sith soldier quickly side stepped, as the Zabrak donned his cloak and pulled the hood up, walking out of the room.

The planet of Raxus Prime was far from a pretty one, but nonetheless a planet where you could do your illegal dealing secretly. And as with criminal organizations, most gangs will want the other gang's leader dead.

Two gangs were in a tense state of trading off weapons in a clearing of junk. Both sides were heavily armed and ready to shoot off their blasters at any moment.

100 meters away, under a heap of service droids, a black tube protruded from under the shoulder of a rusted etiquette droid. A dark red digital circle flickering dimly from inside the tomb of droids.


The bounty hunter mumbled to himself, zooming in on the Trandoshan crime boss with his highly advanced scope. The scope's HUD singled out the Trandoshans face as he took off his helmet, and information popped up on the upper right corner of the scope HUD, confirming it was indeed Talir Zeninez, the bounty hunter's target. Zenizez crossed his arms, watching a crate of weapons being traded off to his business partner.

The bounty hunter smirked, this would be too easy, one shot, the Trandoshan's dead, and both gangs start firing on each other instantly. No one will know that the shot was fired from neither side. Udgrad's finger tensed around the trigger slowly, but the Trandoshans moved off out of his scope. Udgrad released his finger and the scope zoomed back, acquiring the Trandoshan again. He was yelling something, he could almost hear the ugly lizard's barking from this distance.

He was standing in place, and Udgrad took the chance. He pulled the trigger. The high pitched blaster discharge echoed inside the droid graveyard, and his ears became slightly deafer. When he looked back into the scope, the Trandoshan was on the ground, he couldn't see his face but he could see some whisps of smoke coming off it. Suddenly, green and red blaster dicharges came from both sides, and the gangs visibly retreating back into the ramps of their freighters, many members falling.

Udgrad folded the sniper's biped down and looked out the opening, the freighters lifted off the ground, the opposing gang's freighter was the first to power up it's weapons. The light repeater turrets fired against the shield of the opposing freighter, the light blue transparent shield becoming visible for a moment as the energy rippled through it. The other freighter began to power up it's weapons, but it was too late. They ascended into the air, about 200 meters above ground. The Trandoshan gang's freighter's shield went down, and the repeater laser rounds exploded against the hull of the old tanker. The starship's nose dove to the right, smoke pouring out of it. An escape pod or two ejected, the repeater turrets locking on and obliterating them with a few shots halfway down. The freighter turned down at Udgrad, diving straight at him.

Udgrad pulled on his gasmask and slid his goggles over his eyes, he pushed the service droids off of him, grabbing the sniper and rolling down the mound of droids quickly.

The small freighter's nose crashed into the mound, taking off the top half of the droids. Udgrad activated his gasmask, taking a few deep breathes, and flinching at a loud screeching noise. The freighter's hull plowed through the sea of deactivated droids, all types of models flying this way and that and being crushed under it's weight. It came to a stop. Udgrad knew the fuel cells had not gone off yet, if they did the ship would have been in three pieces. He picked up his sniper, pulling himself to his feet and running. He looked up to see if the freighter gunners had spotted him, but it had turned away the instant the enemy freighter started to ditch and dive, giving into the planet's gravity. He caught a glimpse of it's red and white hull as it dissapeared into the thick smog that covered the planet like storm clouds.

He ran to the area the shoot off went down, figuring he was safe, he slowed down. He slipped the sling on his sniper, letting it hang against his chest, as he pulled out his blaster pistol. He shot a few stragglers who were non-fatally wounded in the firefight. Udgrad fixed that problem for them. With a few accurate blasts, several roars and cries of agony from a few Trandoshan, an Aqualish, and a middle aged human received two extra shots to the torso. Looking around for any more live ones, he lowered his blaster and walked up to Talir Zenizez. Indeed he had killed him, a black, singed hole where his right eye was. He took out his tool of the trade, his Bounty Identifier, and snapped a quick digital of it. A dull, male voice sounded off,"TALIR ZENIZEZ; DEAD. ADDING SUM OF 15,000 CREDITS TO YOUR ACCOUNT, JOHN."

An earthquaking explosion came from behind him. He casually glanced, turning his whole body to get a better look of it. Indeed the fuel cells exploded, even more scrapped droids being obliterated by the freighter. The top half of an atromech's body flew into the ground, bouncing off and rolling sideways for a moment, stopping in front of Udgrad. It lay there, sizzling and red-hot, it's metal melting off the sides a small bit. John looked down at the astromech head carelessly for a moment, turning away and walking off past more junk heaps.

After a while of walking, John approached an abandoned, rusted, dust-filled transport. He walked up the open ramp, past a few crates. He grabbed a piece of tarp draped over an object with many protruding angles. He pulled it off, revealing his hoverbike. Turning it on, the repulsor lifts engaged, and it began levitating at about 3-4 feet from the ground. He climbed up onto it, pulling out of the transport slowly.

He turned left, and pushed the accelerators forward. His hover bike hummed at a higher frequency, and it moved forward incredibly fast. He slowed down, navigating around the junk heaps to where his ship was. He thought about his ship, he liked it alot. It had got him through the worst, and he wouldn't trade it for anything. He thought if he was ever to retire from his business alive, he'd have to keep his ship in good shape.

He focused back on driving, seeing his fighter past a small "valley" of dead droids. He accelerated a bit faster, eager to get off this planet. Suddenly, a large, rusted robotic arm flung itself from the heap of droids, clotheslining him off his bike.

His armor cracked in half, he layed in the dust, not breathing from the shock of being hit. He suddenly punched himself in the chest, and gasped in, coughing and gripping his ribs. He looked up, as the heap of junk next to him shifted, the arm that removed him from his speeder bike was indeed what he feared. A 3 meter tall Raxus Prime junk processing droid, a large compressing panel in it's hull, two large arms, a two pronged clamping hand and an electromagnetic crane magnet, on treads. Raxus Prime junk droids are things of nightmare. They're scrapped up from various different parts of the millions of deactivated droids on the planet by the people who live in the sealed environment bunkers, meant for them to clean away some of the junk to leave room for more. The problem is, they don't follow any programmed code, don't take orders, and don't align themselves to any set of peoples except other junk droids. They are mostly non sentient, and very violent towards biologicals.

The ugly droid's treads creaked loudly, and it crawled to him. John grabbed his blaster, aiming at the exposed wiring under the treads and firing several times. He ran out of ammo in his clip, and crawled back hastily, the treads threatening to crush him, but a fire started under the treads, and they halted. Instantly he got up, gripping the side of his ribs that were hit the worst, and limping heavily to his fighter, wheezing heavily. The robot's upper half turned, the pronged hand catching Udgrad's ankle, flinging him over itself and smashing him right back in front of the robot, Udgrad screamed in pain.

Udgrad grabbed the sniper laying against his chest, raising the scope to eye level and firing at the robot's clamp-arm shoulder. The recoil knocked the wind out of him, and he cursed himself for firing a high-recoil blaster rifle in such an akward position. He was in even more pain.

The laser shot through the hydraulics, the clamp-hand arm went limp and released his ankle. Udgrad sprang up, and started limping away, he suddenly felt a force pull against him. His respirator cut into his skin, the sniper pressed against his chest, and the 3 thermal detonators on his belt pulled on his waist.

The sniper turned around his body and slid up it, the sling beginning to choke him. Udgrad gripping the sling, coughing and sputtering as he flung back into the robot's electromagnetic arm. Pinned to the magnet, it slowly brought him down to the compact compressor at it's center. He quickly began to undo the strap on his facemask, sniper. Once that was done, he primed all the thermal detonators, releasing the chains that held it to his belt. He hit the ground, using his last bit of energy to run off. The machine shoved the objects into the compressor, the doors sealing shut. A large metal clanging was heard, as the machine's hull expanded, the head flying off the body, with explosive exhaust from the detonators following suite.

He ran up the ramp of his vehicle without looking, jamming the close button with his finger. Udgrad limped to the cockpit, entering in the saved coordinates for his hideout, and pressed on the intercom to the small medical clinic in his ship. "Doc, get your tools ready, I'm beat up bad." A female's voice responded,"Ofcourse, Master Udgrad! Let's get off of this dreadful planet, you know how droids feel about Raxus Prime!" The ship's thrusters engaged, and it began to ascend into the atmosphere. He bent over, the fumes he had breathed in for the few moments made him a bit dizzy. He pressed his finger urgently on the waste button. A small compartment in the wall opened and jutted out. He fells to his knees and dry heaved, throwing up in it a few times. Wiping the corners of his mouth, he got up. Udgrad walked through the small hallways, pressing the button for the clinic door. A multi armed droid white droid with a red cross on it's forehead stood there, awaiting him to get into the bed.

"Master Udgrad, you must take a vacation! You have broken THREE ribs this time, a new record for you in one mission!" The droid finished diagnosing him, looking at many tools in her hands, opening and closing it's containment compartment. "Take a chill pill, Doc, where's little Urro?" The droid turned her head to him,"Why he's sitting in his nutrient-tree habitat, master, shall I fetch him?" Udgrad wheezed for a moment, the droid approached to help but he held up a hand. "Well, see if he's done eating, and lure him onto your arm." She sighed, walking out the door, her hydraulics whirring.

Udgrad loved his Ysalamiri pet, Urro. He was a faithful little reptillian, about 1 and half feet long. A sandy, muddy color, and 4 little black eyes that looked right back up at you. Not only that, but the Ysalamiri could repel the force naturally, and he did once or twice bring Urro on a few bountys with him to catch or kill a jedi. He didn't dare do it unless he was sure the Jedi was extremely experienced, and often left him in his little habitat set aside for him in a small storage room. Doc came back, with the reptile clamped into her shoulder, she shook her 3rd upper arm, and it crawled off her onto Udgrad's shoulder. He stroked Urro's spine, laying his head back.

The ship jerked a little, and he knew he was in hyperspace now. Slowly falling asleep, he was more distraught over the fact he lost his sniper than that he almost died.

A small red repulsor-lift two seater departed from the docking bay of the Jedi Temple. It was night, and yet Coruscant was still as bright as it was when the sun was up. At the seat sat a large human male with short, grayed hair, a human Padawan sitting next to him, a blond haired human who was deep in thought. They approached a bad, criminal infested sector of Coruscant. The Jedi Master spoke up,"Keep your smart remarks to yourself, Alex, we don't want this to turn into another Dargul." "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know they took the racing of overgrown gelatinous microbes that seriously..", the Padawan replied, annoyed that his Master still remembered that mission. Master Shire weaved the speeder through the slum's low rises and buildings, setting it down in an alley. "Come on then, we've got a weapons dealer to find."

When the Republic had criminals hidden deep in their Empire, they asked of the Jedi Order to send a few Jedi investigators to arrest them, or atleast sniff them out. The two walked down the dark street, standing out in their Jedi robes. They ignored the thugs, death-stick dealers, and gangs giving them dirty looks as they passed. They approached a dance club, and two guards stepped in their way. The Master merely waved a hand in front of their eyes, and they stepped out of their way. The two Jedi entered.

Exotic music played, and in the crowd of differing species there were many dangerous looking types. The Master moved on, his Padawan lingering a little in the crowd before catching up to him at the bar. A pignosed Anzati human stood behind the bar, rubbing a cloth inside a glass, he looked up, giving the Jedi a threatened glare. "Ye, whaddyoo want?" Master Shire kept his hands together in his robe, speaking calmly to the Anzati. "We'd like to speak with Orolto, the owner of this establishment if I am correct." The bartender snorted, spitting on the ground. "You ain't gonna speak wif' Orolto, he's busy right now." Master Shire sighed. He waved a hand at the bartender. "You will contact Orolto and request his presence. Then you will walk away, go out the door to the nearest Republic law enforcement establishment, report the crime you've seen in your time here, get a clean job, and make a legal living for yourself."

The Anzati's dark glare dropped the instant Marius started speaking, he nodded, pressing on an intercom behind the wall. A beep came from it, and a sharp yelling in Duggese came from it. "Wasa boo-too legheyk?! Namahk grafak!" The Anzati spoke back calmly "Sorry ta' disturb ya boss, you got bus'ness offers in the club floor." There was a short pause, rummaging around in the background, and the intercom cut off. Without waiting for any word, the Anzati turned away and walked out the bar, dissapearing into the crowd. Alex watched him leave,"Why do we come to places like these in our Jedi robes anyway?" Shire was about to reply when a balcony with a door to an unknown room that was previously unnoticed by the two opened on the other side of the club, the music abruptly stopped and everyone turned to look up at the balcony.

Orolto the Dug hopped out on his arms, gripping a glass of champagne. A human and Twi'Lek female escorts stood on either side of him, massaging his neck and kissing him on the forehead, having to bend over quite a bit because of his shortness. The Dug shook them off and growled, and they stood back quickly, in fear of his rage. He hopped up onto the railing on the balcony, his hands gripping around the bars. He took a sip of his champagne before speaking. "Nakrakh orel ur-kark, Eh? Akralak? Jo mekka, NAKRAKH OREL UR-KARK?" He looked around angrily at the crowd, who in turn looked around themselves. Some answered up,"It wunnit me, Orolto, I already gave you dem deaf'sticks shipments." "Wasn't me neither, we did our business today when you said it would be an appropriate time!" Alex whispered to his Master. "Master, I don't know Duggese that well, what's he saying?" Shire whispered back,"He says 'Who dares request 'business' of me when I am already busy?' And now he's quite angry since I assume the reason he was 'busy' is standing on either side of him."

The two Jedi stood at the back of the group at the bar. Orolto squinted at the crowd angrily, thinking it was his bartender playing tricks on him; he then angrily glared at the bar. The anzati wasn't there, his beady eyes looked at the two human men in clean white and brown robes. He pointed his foot at the the two, yelling out "JIDAI, JIDAI! Me-see merra crettoo!" Alex bit his lip, whispering again. "I ask again, why we must wear our Jedi robes in places where they are so easily recognized." Orolto leapt off the railing back onto the balcony, tossing the champange glass aside and shoved one of the escorts out of the way, running into the room the door lead to. The crowd turned to the two; several rustling of holsters and clanking as many blasters were being taken out. "Master.. I don't think mind tricking all of them will work, what do we do?" Marius opened his robe, his hand opening; the lightsaber flew from his belt into his hand. He turned the lightsaber on, stepping in front of Alex. "Cut a hole in the ceiling! Quickly, I'll cover you!" Alex took out his own lightsaber, turning it on and jumping onto the bar stool, cutting a circle away from the ceiling. The blasters started firing. Marius parried and blocked the blaster bolts away. Several lasers pinged back into the crowd, grunts, groans, roars, and yells coming from them.

Alex cut a nice manhole sized circle; he turned off his lightsaber, and focused the force into his palm. He shot the force upward, the circle flying up into the next room above. He jumped up through it, landing in the dimly lit purple-lighted room, some slow music playing. A Rodian got up from a couch where two prostitutes sat and started yelling at the Jedi Padawan, flailing his arms at him angrily. The Padawan ignored him, yelling down through the hole. "Jump, Master!" Marius parried one last blast, before launching a large blast of force push at the crowd, most of the thugs in the front fell over into the ones behind them, a domino effect happening as the crowd collapsed into a ball of frustrated petty criminals. He jumped up through the ceiling, the Rodian then sharply yelling at Marius instead. "Sorry about ruining your privacy, come my young Padawan, let's go!" They hurried out the door, and Alex spotted one of Orolto's escorts running into a door down the hall, the darkness of the Coruscant alleys on the other end. "I'll get him, Master!" Alex focused and ran forward, moving extremely fast because of his force speed skills. Marius yelled out,"Alex! Wait!" The Padawan ran up to the door in a few seconds, opening it. He turned on his lightsaber and stepped outside.

Orolto was waiting for him, his arm-legs hanging onto a broken streetlight above the door, holding a large object in his leg-arms, and dropped the huge blocky power droid's processing unit he found in a dumpster onto the Padawan's head. The Padawan sensed it, looking up. But it was too late; the heavy power droid's unit hit him right on the head. The Padawan fell over, the lightsaber sheathing itself. Orolto jumped down, hopping across the pavement and into his speeder. "Marolta weh-stupida, Jidai. Ehehehehe!" The Dug crimelord cackled, starting up his speeder, as his two escorts because to rubs their hands on his chest again. Marius ran out, looking down at his unconcious Padawan, then at the speeder starting up. He quickly felt for his tracking device, tossing it onto the speeder's back bumper. It magnetized and stuck, the tracking device blinked red, and the speeder ascended, zooming off.

Marius looked down at his Padawan, helping him up. "Another lesson learned, my young Padawan, that could have been a blaster waiting for you." Alex got up, stumbling a little. "You're concussed.. I need to take you back to the Jedi healers." Alex protested against his Master's wishes,"M-Master! Orolto, he's getting away! We have to find him!" Marius handed the Padawan back his lightsaber,"Patience, Alex, patience. A true Jedi knows when to wait, and when to strike. I put a tracker on his speeder before he escaped, we will get him soon. Let's go back to our own speeder, and don't fall asleep, I fear your concussion is very severe." Alex didn't say any more, his head throbbed, he obeyed his master and dizzily followed him back to the speeder.

"Orolto no doubt has called a ship to take him to Tatooine. His slave trade is very important to Jabba the Hutt, and if he reaches Tatooine we will find ourselves in a predicament to arrest Orolto. He'll be heavily guarded in Jabba's palace, and two Jedi alone infiltrating the Hutt's territory to arrest one of his most closely kept business partners would not turn out good for us." Shire briefed with his Padawan in the Jedi Library. "Then what are we to do, Master?" Shire studied the tracker device's location on the holomap for a moment. "Why, arrest him before he gets on his ship, ofcourse. Let us go now." Shire disconnected the tracker receiver from a holoprojection machine and walked away with his Padawan.

Orolto paced on his landing pad, growling and grumbling silently to himself. He gave a paranoid stare at the vehicles that passed that weren't meant to pick him up. His escorts stood behind him, a few Queelay guards standing around the edge of the landing pad, hands on their holsters. A red speeder zoomed past, something leapt from it, it was so fast it was in a blur. The iconic activation of a lightsaber was heard as Master Shire's green lightsaber came to life. He landed, standing up and holding the lightsaber close to his chest, parallel with his body. The Queelay whipped out their weapons and started shooting. Orolto pointed at the Jedi. "Mekka merra crettoo Jidai!" And promptly turned around, running across the landing pad to the end.

The Queelay thugs fired their blasters, and Marius deflected them expectantly. Swinging his lightsaber around, he dove forward, rolling up and slicing a Queelay across the back, it groaned and fell over the platform into the abyss of the slums below. Marius blocked another shot from a Queelay in front of him, pulling him off the ground with his telekinetic powers and slamming him back down. The remaining Queelay were running. Paying no heed to them, Marius turned back to Orolto. He was talking into a communicator, and swiftly a medium sized transport maneuvered around the corner. Metal sparks flying off it's hull as it scraped up against a building in it's turn. It's ramp opened and Orolto ran inside, jamming the door button before his escorts could even enter. The transport turned off, beginning to ascend.

Marius reached for his own communicator "Alex, get back here, we need to bring a certain ship down before it leaves the atmosphere." Alex returned on the speeder, and Marius jumped in. Alex pulled up, and within a few moments they were next to the slower taking off starship. Marius yelled over the engines "Keep her steady! Marius jumped off onto the ship. Slamming into the top of it less that gracefully, he wheezed, the breathe knocked out of him for the moment. He regained his composure, clinging the ship. He activated his lightsaber and held it high in the air. A part of the rool peeled away, and a turret popped up, aimed straight at Marius's forehead. He held the lightsaber in front of his face, the turret shooting straight into it.

Inside spaceship on the turret controls, a frustrated Orolto jammed his grubby fingers on the controls, yelling at the stupid machine.

Marius couldn't keep it up much longer, feeling himself lose his grip on his lightsaber. Suddenly, a blue lightsaber was thrown from the left, slicing the turret off from the ship. Marius ducked his head as the gun rebounded off the metal hull and flew over his body. He looked to the left at Alex, who had sacrificed his lightsaber to save his Master. Marius did a quick nod to acknowledge his good work, and swung his lightsaber down into the hull. A green lightsaber stabbed through the hull, right in front of Orolto's face. He jumped back off the chair of the turret controls, yelping. The jedi began to cut away at the hull. Inside the cockpit, an alarm went off that signaled a hull breach. The emergency systems took over, and forbid the pilots to out of the planet's atmosphere. The ship leveled out. Standing up shakily, Marius cut a bigger circle into the metal hull. Orolto grabbed a thermal detonator off his belt, grinning to himself.

The crude metal circle fell through with a loud clank. Marius jumped through, cutting down two guards inside, and turning towards Orolto. "You are under arrest for slave trafficking and illegal weapons and narcotics tra-" Orolto tossed the detonator at him, running down the narrow hallway. Marius shot a blast of force at it upward as it approached him, bending his spine back. The detonator sucked up through the hull breach, and exploded behind the ship. It shook heavily, and an alarm went off. Marius stumbled forward, as the ship tipped downward. Forming a quick plan, he turned on his communicator for a moment "Get up behind the ramp, My Padawan!" He jammed the ramp door entrance button with his elbow, the ramp opening. He turned down the hall and held out a gripping hand, and Orolto stopped in his tracks, he started to levitate to Marius. Orolto grunted, growled, and yelled. Marius grabbed his neck, turning around and force pushing him out the open ramp. Marius followed suit, running up the gradually increasing incline and jumping out the ramp.

He hit the hood of the speeder, gripping onto it, Orolto was there too, hanging on for dear life. He looked to his side at Marius. "Erkka maugh Jidai! Crettoo!" He whipped out his blaster with one of his dexterous feet, aiming at Marius. Marius simply swung his arm sideways at him, Orolto loosing grip of the blaster, and it flew away into the wind. Orolto looked back at his blaster, and when he looked back at the Jedi, a fist was being thrown at his face. The Dug was dazed from the punch, and his grip released a little, Marius caught his arm, pulling him back onto the speeder. He crawled slowly, gripping the unconscious Dug, flipping over the windshield onto the seats. Alex took in a deep breathe. "So much for.. catching him before the ship took off." Marius wiped his brow, taking deep breathes,"The Jedi Council'll never believe this.."


Later on that day, in front of the council, Padawan Munroe kneeled before his Master, and the Jedi Council. Master Shire looked back at Yoda, and he nodded slowly. Shire activated his lightsaber, waving it over both Alex's shoulders, and then cutting off his Padawan tail with a precise cut. "Rise, Jedi Knight Alex Munroe." Alex looked Master Shire straight in the eye, and couldn't help but smile, in that moment he remembered all of their countless hours training, missions, and hardship. Marius gave him a small smile too, nodding his head at him.


Master Vrik Vdebb rested in his private chambers, in his specially made pool that mimicked the exact conditions of his planet Dac's seas. A beeping came from the holoprojection messenger machine built into the tank, he opened his large fish eyes. Sitting up, he looked at the machine for a while, pressing the receive button. A blue hologram of a dark hooded person stood. A woman's voice spoke. "Vrik, Vrik, Vrik.." "Darth Iveerna." "Oh, Vrik, you tease, you remember my name." A closed-lip laugh emitted from her. "Vrik, I have your family in my captivity. If you ever want to see them again, you must come ALONE, to these coordinates. To let your family live, you must kill my new Apprentice. Goodbye." Vrik stared at the machine for a long time. He suddenly sat up, climbing up the water. Donning his Jedi robe and his lightsaber, he walked out the door. "I will not succumb to the Dark Side. Although my family may be killed they live on the in the Force, I will not fall for her trap to fall me to her level. I must protect my family, and myself.." He thought..


Vrik's starfighter descended onto the coordinates. An old ruined Mon Calamarian city. Most of it was rusted away and claimed back by the sea, but there were still the iconic ports and landing pads jutting out. He found the one, an old transport docked on a landing pad, his wife huddled with his 3 children, two sith guards with blaster standing on either side of them. He felt a dark, rage-filled entity. It was Iveerna's apprentice, Iveerna only gave off this sense when she was in duel, but this one.. This one was different. He set down slowly. Opening the cockpit, he climbed out. Facing the hooded Sith apprentice, he took off his outer robe, grabbing his lightsaber and activating it. His unique yellow lightsaber appeared from it's sheath. "I mean not to attack you, step aside and let me reach my family. I have no quarrel with you." The Sith warrior activated his own lightsaber, a purple/red mix. Vrik looked at his opponent's lightsaber being unsheathed. The Sith spoke,"Fight me, coward! Fight me! FIGHT ME!" The Sith charged at him. Vrik got into a defensive stance. "So be it."

Their lightsabers clashed, and Vrik broke off, swinging his lightsaber the other way to be parried by the Sith. The Sith slid his lightsaber off the Mon Calamari's, raising it high and swinging down. Vrik parried it, pushing his saber and against as he swung the struggle to push each other's lightsabers down low, at their feet. The Sith looked into his eyes, focusing the most horrible Sith force horror into his mind. Vrik narrowed his large eyes, shaking his head slowly. He gave a violent push at the Sith warrior's lightsaber, and they broke off. Again they continued the flurry of fast paced fighting that is lightsaber dueling.


Padawan Vincent Dadoni was traveling to Caprioril, his home planet. He was still on his self journey in an attempt to finish the final trial, and he figured his homeworld's memories would help stimulate a completion of the trial. Suddenly, he astromech droid started to beep and whirr. He looked down at the translation table. "Master Vrik left the Jedi temple with no notice, he is currently on Mon Calamari, his coordinates are that of a destroyed city. The Jedi Council would like for you to investigate what has become of him." Vincent rubbed his chin. "Set course, Q7, max hyperspace speed. Let's go."


The two continued dueling, and were locked yet again, pushing against each other's lightsabers. The Sith pushed himself off this time, giving the Mon Calamari a devastating force push attack, Vrik raised his lightsaber and blocked most of it, sliding back on his feet. Running forward, the Sith's hood fell off, his eyes burning yellow with Sith rage. He began swinging down upon the master with new found strength, speed, endurance, and rage. The old Mon Calamari was good, but this Sith was pure dark side. The Mon Calamari was pinned down, falling to one knee. The Sith struck down on his lightsaber many upon many times, the Mon Calamari weakly holding up his lightsaber. He suddenly let out a force blast at the Zabrak's stomach, and he flew off, regaining balance in mid air and throwing his right hand back, focusing something. He landed, shooting his right hand forward, lightning from his fingertips.
The lightning struck Vrik, his skeletal structure flashing beneath the eletricity. He yelled out in pain, dropping his lightsaber.


The Sith used force speed, running forward extremely quickly, slashing his lightsaber across the Mon Calamari's chest. Vrik fell, gripping the dark cut across his chest, falling to his knees and onto the ground.

"ACCKKKHH." Vincent gripped his temples. Feeling anxiety and fear for an unknown reason, he hurried his astromech. "Faster, Q7! FASTER!"

His wife cried out and covered their children's eyes with her arms, turning their heads away. The Sith apprentice turned his yellow gaze of rage on them, he looked to the starfighter, extending his hands. He crushed his fists inward, turning them up. The starfighter compressed and shook, collapsing into a crumpled durasteel ball. He threw his hands in the direction of the family. They and the two Sith soldiers too were crushed under it. Vrik opened his eyes, trying to pull back the destroyed fighter from killing them, but he was too weak, too late.. He closed his eyes.

The Sith warrior stepped onto the ship, looking back at the scene, spitting on the ground, wishing he had been given a better opponent. The ship ascended and flew out of the atmosphere..

Back in the Sith temple some days later...


"You are truly one with the Dark Side, Rise now, Darth Calneekh." Darth Iveerna took her lightsaber off of Darth Calneekh's shoulder's, a smile forming on her lips. The young Zabrak rose. "You are no longer weak, and I can rely on you for my.. objectives.. Hm?" "Yes, Master, I will not fail you."


Vincent piloted his starfighter deep through the thick clouds of Mon Calamari. Vrik's starfighter's homing signal cut out only a half an hour ago. He looked among the many landing ports in the abandoned city. He saw one, at saw a body laying in the center, with a remains of a starfighter on the edge, some bloodied bodies laying in the water. Vincent pulled in and landed his fighter quickly. He jumped out, running to Master Vdebb. Falling to his knees, he flipped Vdebb's body over and supported his chest. The Mon Calamari opened his eyes. "M-Master, what happened, are you okay?!" Vrik's arm slid off the large chest wound. "Vincent, I sense it in you.." "Wh-What do you mean, Master?" "You are a true.. Jedi.. I sense it..." "Master, I.." Vincent looked down at his Master's huge fatal wound. "Help me stand up.." Vin did as he was told, and helped his Master up slowly. "Kneel, my young Padawan."

The Mon Calamari drew up his lightsaber from the ground with the last bit of force energy he could muster. Turning it on, he swung it over Vincent's right shoulder, over his head and then to his left shoulder, clipping off the Padawan's tail with his lightsaber, he then turned it off. "Rise, Jedi Knight Vincent Dadoni." Vincent rose slowly, and Vrik fell. Vincent caught him, and fell back down to his knees. "Master!" Vrik took in one last deep breath,"May the force be with you.. Vincent.." And his large eyes sealed shut.


Vincent shook his master desperately,"Master? ..Master?! Master! Vrik, please don't do this.." He bent over, burying his face in his Master's chest, sobbing deeply. Throwing his head back up, he cried out. "NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO. NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. AAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!" The young Jedi Knight's cries of anguish echoed over the calm seas.


Chapter Five, Hidden Artifact.[/center]

Knight Vincent Dadoni stood in silence in a small, dimly lit room in the Jedi Temple.

An old, croaking voice spoke up, "And, knighted you he did, you say?" Vincent nodded,"Yes, Master Yoda. He told me he felt that I had passed even though he didn't know what I did.. since I didn't do anything yet, Master." Yoda nodded,"Wrong, you are, Jedi Knight. Had a traumatic instance did you, controlled your anger and think not of vengeance you did. Passed the Trial of Spirit, have you, I sense it, I do, just as your Master did." Vincent nodded. "Investigate the murder of Master Vdebb, your first assignment is. Trust you will not fall to seeking vengeance, I do." Vincent nodded again,"Yes, Master Yoda, it will be done."

Vincent walked down the halls, not knowing where to start. He then thought it would be a good idea to check his old Master's room. He entered the room, fairly empty, the water tank drained. He got a strange feeling, and walked up to the holocommunicator on the tank. He went through the message history and picked the newest one. The hooded Nautolan woman stood before Vin. "Vrik, Vrik, Vrik.."


The small corvette pulled into the Kashyyk system.