Meetra Surik's black boots thudded against the dark grey metal floor of the Sith Academy. Her dark green robs flowing behind her as she ran. The never ending thunder stormed raged on the dead world outside every window that she past. She had to keep pressing forward. She would not let anything stop her. Not now, not after all that had happened.

Meetra Surik came to a halt as she approached a door at the end of the corridor. She closed her eyes, stretching out with the force. In her minds eye she could see the six glowing red figures. Meetra could make out the silhouette of Sith battle armor. None of them seemed to be force users. Good. That meant that taking care of them should be easy enough.

Without even readying her lightsaber she opened the door. The troopers looked shocked as if they were not expecting her to be there. Their training kicked in and in unison they raised their blaster rifles. Meetra reached out with the force and yanked them out of their hands tossing them behind her. Then with a wave of her hand she sent them all flying back against the wall behind them. Most of them were knocked out by the impact and the ones that weren't had their necks snapped as they tried to get up.

There was a snap hiss of lightsabers activating from the other side of the door. Meetra instantly activated her double bladed lightsaber reading for the inevitable attack. The door in front of her opened as two people dressed in the Sith garbs came rushing towards her, their red lightsabers at the ready as they ran.

Meetra dropped into her ready stance and lunged into the air at the nearest Sith covering the 20 foot distant with a single bound unleashing a flurry of strikes. His blocks were weak and sloppy. This was obviously a Sith apprentice. He was quickly overpowered after a few strikes as Meetra's green blade sliced threw his chest. The second one seemed to hesitate after seeing how quickly his companion had been slain. Meetra used this hesitation to give a critical strike. The speed of her attack killed him before he could even ready himself.

She deactivated her lightsaber hooking it back onto her belt as she took a deep breath, brushing a few stray dark blond hairs out of her face with her other hand. She did not know whether to be relieved or worried that opposition had become easier after the second floor of the academy.

Meetra decided to take it all in stride and started to head into the large room that the two apprentices had come out of. As she stepped in the room she instantly felt a warning ping in the force and that was all the saved her. Blaster fire came from every angle in front of her. There were five troopers behind cover firing at her catching her in a perfect crossfire.

Meetra had been careless. She had assumed that the two Sith that she had fought had been the only two in the room since they were the only ones who had immediately responded so she did not bother to scout the room before entering assuming it was clear. Now she saw that they were merely a delaying action to allow the other troopers to get into position.

Meetra Jedi's reflexes and speed was the only thing that allowed her to activate her lightsaber in time. She dropped into the Shien lightsaber stance meant for deflecting blaster bolts from multiple opponents. The cover the solders were behind made it impossible for her to deflect the blaster bolts back at them. Meetra raised her hand in the air as the force gathered in her fingertips in the form of electricity. Unleashing a force lighting storm that struck all five of the troopers simultaneously, their metal armor only acting as a conductor and with a loud scream of pain they fell to the ground.

Meetra took a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain her strength. Using a dark side technique without calling upon the dark side was always draining but even more so on Malachor V where the dark side flowed threw everything. It was for that same reason she was unable to since the presence of the troopers earlier. Everything felt distorted on this entire planet. Her conventional means of using the force were almost impossible. She had to rely almost entirely on the teachings she had received from the Sith Assassin Visas on the use of force sight to see enemies ahead of time.

There was a sharp pain in her left shoulder. Meetra looked down and examined it. There was a small hole in the sleeve of her Matukai Adept robes. One of the blasters must have gotten threw her defense and wounded her. she was about to use the force to heal it as she had done so many times in the past but stopped herself. She was using up to much energy by using the force and there was no time for her to rest to regain any of it. She needed to conserve as much as she could. So instead she reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a small koto pack and injected her shoulder with it. The wound immediately closed and she sighed as pain killers and antibiotics coursed through her.

Meetra walked to the other end of the room to the door that would lead her to the hallway so she could continue her trek through the academy. She used Force sight to see beyond the door where she saw a man standing in the middle of the hallway his arms folded across his chest his head bowed. The dark side shined from the man like a beacon, so much so that it was almost painful to look at him.

It was plain to see that this man was no apprentice. It was very possible that he knew that she was standing on the other side of the door and was waiting for her. Meetra could tell that this was going to be a hard fight. She had no doubt that she could take this man and that she would come out victorious but if she was not careful this Sith could do some serious damage to her that she could not afford to take.

She activated her lightsaber the green blades whirling around her as she spun it in her hands. She dropped into Form IV: Ataru. She hoped to end the fight as quick as possible. She used the force and the door slid open, the Sith instantly opened his eyes and lunged forward activating his red lightsaber. He was incredibly fast covering the distance between them in less than a second.

Meetra blocked the blows and spun on her heals trying to move around him striking behind her as she spun. He easily deflected the strike and moved in to attack. His stance was perfect and his form left no openings. This was someone who, like her, had trained extensively in combat styles and less in then force. He must be a Sith Marauder, the equivalent to a Jedi weapon master. He moved forcefully trying to overpower Meetra with strength alone.

Meetra closed her eyes and let the force flow threw her body. It crept into every part of her, down her arms and legs, making her feel as light as air and as fluid as water. She started to move around the marauder's blows like water flowing around a rock giving timed well placed blows. Her double bladed lightsaber moving in front of her, blocking and striking simultaneously. The marauder took a step back. Meetra pressed the advantage flowing low and striking at his right side. He moved his body to get out of the way but did not avoid the blow completely the blade slicing across his shoulder. He staggered back regrouping himself as his arm hung lifelessly his side, his lightsaber now in his left hand in a defensive position.

Meetra didn't move. Her lightsaber hummed in her ear as she held it behind her back in a ready position. The Marauder knew that to advance was suicide but retreat was not an option. When he did move he tried to distract her by throwing his lightsaber at her and recalling it to his hand just before it reached her hoping to strike at her while recovering from the faint, but she expected the move and readied herself for the attack. With a swipe of her blade she sliced off his arm and before it hit the ground she had cut him in half.

He fell to the ground with a thud as Meetra deactivated her lightsaber. She looked down to see that she had been cut in the gut and across the thigh. Nothing very serious but would only become worse if not treated immediately. She closed her eyes and ran her hand over the wounds calling on the force as she did so. The wound closed shut and instantly scared. She could have healed those as well but she was not going to waist the energy so her skin could be smooth.

She walked to the end of the hallway in front of the next door. She was hoping that the Marauder was the last line and it would be a clear shot the rest of the way but now was not the time to stop being careful. She used force sight and saw three red figures on the other side of the door, all of them wearing Sith Master robes.

Meetra took a deep breath trying to steady herself. This was starting to become annoying.