Greetings, I am back. Sorry it took so long to get part 2 out, I hope that my limited writing skill will entertain you enough to make it worth it. Ok, I think that's about it for my preamble.
Announcement: I will accept no more characters unless they're insanely well designed, or I feel I really need them for the story.
Apologies: Sorry, in a disclaimer in chapter 4 (I think) of part 1 I made a mistake; the White Fang was designed by Gundam Warrior.
Disclaimer: Cyru belongs to Shadowcell
The Chronicles of the New Jedi Knights: Prelude to Darkness Secrecy"Darth Hatre," a young Vor approached him. "I have word that two Jedi Masters are en route to Couruscant and that they plan to discuss the Sith with the Senate,"
The Sith Lord's brows furrowed, it was too early for anyone but the Jedi to learn of their existence. "Use the operatives on Couruscant, don't let them reach the Senate."
The two Jedi Masters Luke and Kaeldra strode down the streets of Couruscant with purpose, there was no time to waste, they had to reach the Imperial Palace and speak with the senate. The more they walked, the less people there seemed to be, it seemed that if anyone saw them they found a reason to be a street away, or several streets away, Jedi weren't considered a good thing among the general populace of the New Republic, one reason why there were fewer than 150 full Jedi. Before long, besides themselves there was no one else in sight, a very rare thing on the streets of Couruscant, but it was all to the better, it allowed them to move with more speed.
Without warning, an intangible force collided with both of them and sent them sprawling into an alley. Luke rolled when he hit the ground, and he landed in a fighting stance with his lightsaber ignited, Kaeldra had managed to use the force to recover herself with the force and was standing with her necklace clutched in her hand.
Two figures stepped into the alley, both carrying lightsabers and wearing black hooded robes. A third figure leaned nonchalantly against the side of the alley, clad in a long gray coat that resembled a robe. "Time to die Jedi," one of the two said.
He ignited an orange lightsaber and his friend ignited a blue saber. "Not likely," replied Kaeldra as her scythe pendant grew until it was almost as tall as she. The Sith charged, attacking furiously. Luke parried each attack with ease as Kaeldra avoided her opponent's assaults. The man in front of her snarled and raised his lightsaber over his head for a powerful strike. Kaeldra struck him with the handle of her scythe in the solar plexus, as the wind left his lungs the Jedi Master swung and cleaved him in half at the midsection. His upper torso fell from the lower half of his body and sprayed blood onto her face and robe. She glanced at Luke, a corpse with a singing whole puncturing his heart at his feet. That left the third one. He approached them slowly, unless he was very good at masking his ability, he was no Jedi.
"Before we get started, I would like to say that I have no grudge against either of you."
Almost before he had finished speaking a blaster appeared in each of his hands, Luke deflected the shots aimed at him with his lightsaber, Kaeldra managed to jump out of the line of fire and pull the weapons from his hands with the aid of the force. The man sighed before a look of concentration crossed his face.
Neither Luke or Kaeldra sensed anything from him, in fact, they sensed nothing. With jolting suddenness the force left both masters. Kaeldra was unfamiliar with this, but Luke had felt it before, on Myrkr.
Before either could question, the man drew two more blasters from his belt and attempted to gun them down. Without the force to aid them, both had a difficult time avoiding death. Luke concentrated and pressed forward, the man avoided each slash easily, but at the cost of his attack. With the blaster fire no longer present, Kaeldra had the opportunity to rush him. Moments later, the man had his hands on his head and the tip of Kaeldra's scythe pressed against his neck.
"How did you suppress our force abilities?" she questioned. The man smiled and replied, "this target is far too costly."
A flash of light crossed Kaeldra's vision and she recognized a burning sensation in her gut. She looked down to see a blaster wound. Where was her scythe? She must have dropped it. Why was she sitting on the ground, she had been standing a moment before. Tired. No! stay awake. Her vision started to blur. A figure stood over her and reached out to her. She could feel the force again, but she was so tired.
Kevin Palor ran through the jungle of Yavin IV, trying to put himself into the flow state some of the other trainees had been talking about. When you fight you can't think, you have to fight by feel. That's what one of them had said. Kevin had always done fine in fights, and he was constantly thinking. But then again, usually he was fighting someone who wasn't as good as he was, or was much better, and how did that Dark Knight move so fluidly? Kevin's movements had always been jerkier, more abrupt. But the Knight's movements were smooth. That was part of the infuriating part of that fight. Kevin was faster than the Knight, he knew he was. As evidence he moved slower than any of them. Yet his blades were always there, blocking this attack, parrying that one. He looked more like he was dancing than fighting.
Kevin stopped as his foot became wet. The young Jedi trainee pulled his foot from the water, and saw what lay before him. It was another temple, but not one he had ever seen, or heard of in his time at the academy. Maybe they didn't know about it. It was probably abandoned, and exploring an abandoned temple beat running in the jungle any day.
Treen Tsi and Lorania watched the young Jedi gaze at the temple they were in with interest. Doing exactly the opposite of what they wanted him to do, he strode towards the entrance.
"Lorania," said Treen. "Can you alter someone's memory?"
Lorania nodded. "Good," replied Treen. "We must avoid detection, so we must render him unconscious. I will fight him, and while I do, keep him from summoning his comrades."
The younger Sith nodded. There was barely a trace of the fear that had haunted her for so long left. You could still see it in her eyes, if you knew how to look. And where to find one's fears was one of the first things Treen had learned.
Kevin walked the halls of this new temple uneasily. There was a feeling of evil that saturated this place, and there was something else, something that was impending. Kevin spun when he heard two almost simultaneous clicks behind him. What he saw, was a boy about his age, dressed all in black, wearing a cape draped over broad shoulders and hid the rest of his form. Long black hair fell motionless to his shoulders, and a mix of emotions in his eyes; anger, fear, anticipation, excitement, longing, and sorrow. A small smirk was on his face. Kevin recognized him, he was the Sith he had battled on Couruscant.
"Well, Jedi," he said. "Or perhaps 'would-be Jedi' would be more appropriate. It seems you have found me, shall we fight?"
Kevin's eye caught something from under that cape, it looked like light glistening off of a piece of metal. The young Sith removed his cape, and Kevin saw that the Sith was clad in metal plates, spikes and blades protruding from many different places, and two especially long, curved blades protruding from his forearms. It was the same nightmare all over again. HELP ME! Kevin sent out a mental message for help, but no one responded. A dark aura surrounded his opponent. There were few things that Kevin Palor feared, but the Dark Knight was one of them. The man before him started talking, each word growing in volume and intensity. "Why not run Jedi? You might escape. Tell the others about me, acquire their aid! Or maybe you could spare your own life by begging for mercy, I'm willing to hear your pleas! Or are you foolish enough to oppose me? You know what will happen if you do, don't you?"
Kevin tried to call for help again, but nothing happened. "I will resist you with my dying breath if need be, Sith," he spat the last word out for the curse it was. "But the only thing you will see from me is resistance!"
"Well then," replied the dark figure before him. "You will die!"
Kevin lost consciousness.
Treen attempted not to slump more than he absolutely had to in front of the one that had been place in his charge, but that illusion had drained most of his strength. For a true Sith of his strength, it would have been child's play, but for him, as untrained as he was, it was a supreme effort. It was good that Lorania had fired that stun blast when she had. "Now," he said. "change his memory," Lorania shook her head. "His mind is too strong. I can not alter it completely, not without rest." Treen sighted.
"Can you make it seem as if it was a dream?" he asked. Lorania nodded.
After Lorania had altered the would-be Jedi's memory, Treen dragged Kevin into the jungle and hit his head hard against a branch, so that when he awoke he would believe that he had hit his head on it and lost consciousness. Treen walked tiredly back to the massassi temple that he now inhabited. Lorania was sitting on the floor leaning against a wall. "What are your thoughts of?" he asked.
She looked up at him, her dark green eyes staring out at him from in between green and brown skin. "It is good that we did not kill the Jedi," she said.
Treen nodded, it was an obvious statement, but it was also not good to berate those you were in authority over. Instead of pointing out that she had stated the obvious he said, "Yes, his presence would have noticed missing eventually and we would have been found." Treen walked on, but he didn't hear Lorania whisper, "that's not why it's good."
Well, that's it for chapter one of part two, did you like it? I hope so. Oh, and sorry about this taking so long, I don't really have much of a good excuse this time except for a small case of writer's block. Anyway, make sure you review!