AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm new to fanfic, so this may not be of best quality, but I hope you enjoy!

Five years have passed since the events on The Leviathan. The Star Forge was destroyed by Carth Onasi and the remaining crew of the Ebon Hawk. Dustil has not heard from his father since he began his training in the Jedi order. He has to complete his final trial in order to become the Padawan of Gran Thek. He stared out the window of his quarters, in the Jedi enclave on Dantooine, watching the rain. He was waiting eagerly to hear what his final trial was. He could see the reflection of his dark brown eyes and black hair. Since leaving the Sith academy on Korriban, he has gained the color back in his face. His door slid open and Gran entered the room.

"Ahh, my apprentice!" said Gran, smiling. "I bring the news of your final trial, are you ready?"

"Of course im ready!" exclaimed Dustil.

"You are not to repeat your mission to anybody else," whispered Gran. "Only you, me, and the council must now."

"Okay, I promise," said Dustil, in suspense.

"There has been a disturbance in the Force," said Gran. "The council sense that the Enclave is in extreme danger. As you know, the Mandalorian mercenaries still harass the settlers on the plains to the north. Reports say that the mercs are gathering their numbers to attack the Enclave. They have taken over the Sandral settlement, and are using it as a base. You are to infiltrate the base, and find out exactly what they are planning."

"Do you honestly expect me to be able to do that?" said Dustil.

"I know you are perfectly capable," said Gran. "I've seen you in the heat of battle, you can handle a couple reckless mercs any day."

" *Sigh* Alright, I'll set out tomorrow," responded Dustil reluctantly.

Gran exited the room, and Dustil returned to his window pane. A flash of lightning startled him. He could see a break in the clouds, the red sunset shown through. The rain let up, and Dustil went to his bed. He abhorred his mission. He couldn't believe they would send a lone apprentice to do a job they should be sending a fully fledged Jedi to do. He couldn't fall asleep. Hours passed, but he lay in his bed, wide awake. He decided to get up and go out into the corridor. He rolled his feet to make sure they didn't make a sound. He reached the center of the enclave, where a lone tree stood. Water droplets fell from its yellow leaves. They shined in the moonlight. He heard footsteps approaching him from behind He turned around, and let out a sigh of relief. It was his best friend Ronin.

"Can't sleep either?" asked Dustil.

"No, you actually woke me up," said Ronin beaming with his white teeth showing. He had blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. . "Your not exactly the stealthiest Jedi I've known."

"Yeah, sorry," said Dustil rubbing the back of his head. "I'm just stressed out about my final task."

"What is it?" asked Ronin.

"Regretfully, I can't tell you," said Dustil. "It's forbidden for me to speak about it to anybody besides my master and the council."

"I see, I see," said Ronin. "I'm sure you can handle it."

"That's what Master Gran told me," said Dustil. "I just don't think I'm that good of a Jedi to achieve the goal of this assignment."

"Don't worry," Ronin said, reassuringly. "You'll be fine. I know you, and from what you told me you did to that Saul guy back during the Civil War, I think you could do anything."

"Well thanks Ronin," said Dustil.

"No problem, anytime," said Ronin as he punched Dustil in the shoulder.

"We should get back in bed," said Ronin. "Apparently you have a long day ahead of you."

Without saying anything they both turned around and headed back to their dormitories. The next morning Dustil got up, extremely groggy. He got into his robes, and opened his drawer. He retrieved his newly built lightsaber which had a blue blade. Next to it was his old lightsaber from the Sith academy, which when activated was crimson. He decided to take it with him, he had the feeling he would need it. He attached them both to his utility belt, and he left the room. He headed to the common room where he spoke with his master.

"Master Gran," Dustil said as he bowed. "I'm ready to go on my mission."

"Shh!" Gran hushed him. "Not here, we must go to the council chamber and speak with them."

The two exited the room and headed for the council. They entered the chamber, and were greeted by Masters Zhar, Vrook, Vandar, and Dorak.

"Greetings, young one," said Master Vandar. "It is time you begin your final trial! Let us waste no time!"

"Are you ready for your mission?" asked Master Vrook.

"Erm..." Dustil hesitated. He didn't know if he was ready to take on such a big responsibility. "Y-Y-Yes, I'm ready."

"Excellent," said Master Vrook. "Your master has already informed you generally on what you mission is about, but there is more. As you know, you are infiltrating the Mandalorian mercenaries. This will not be easy, but it must be done. You will take a speeder out into the fields. You will ride for a few minutes, and then you should see the former Sandral estate. Once it is in sight, they will be able to see you. You'll have to exit the speeder, and activate this stealth field generator. From there it is your decision."

"Alright, I think I have an understanding of what I have to do," said Dustil.

"Take this stealth generator," said Master Dorak. "It doesn't last forever, so use it wisely."

"Okay,' said Dustil. "Is that all?"

"There is, one more thing," said Master Zhar. "I've noticed you bear your Sith lightsaber. Why?"

"I feel I will need it for this mission," responded Dustil.

"Very well, you may proceed with your mission, said Master Zhar."

Dustil turned and headed for the main entrance of the enclave. He got outside and saw the speeder he was supposed to use, but was approached by a man who appeared injured.

"You're a Jedi, right?" asked the man.

"Well, not yet, but I will be," responded Dustil. "Why."

"It's my wife!" said the man desperately. " They've taken here! Those stupid Mandalorians have taken here. They took her somewhere inside their base, and I need you to get her out!"

"Well, actually, I was heading over there to deal with the Mandalorians, but yes, I can help get your wife back," said Dustil.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" said the mane gratefully. He turned and walked away.

Dustil proceeded on to the speeder. He hopped in and started her up. He took the controls and was off. He rode out into the fields of Dantooine, passing grazing Kath Hounds. He could see an antenna in the distance. He kept heading towards it until the estate was in his sight. He deactivated the speeder when he saw Mandalorians patrolling the area. He dove out of the speeder and onto the ground. He heard voices, and they were growing louder and louder. They had spotted him. They reached the speeder, and stopped in front of it. Dustil was underneath it, holding his breathe. He could see their feet. They walked around the speeder searching for the driver. One checked under the speeder and saw nothing. Dustil had activated the stealth field generator. The Mandalorians got into the speeder and took it back to the estate. Dustil got up and sprinted towards the estate. It took him ten minutes before he reached it, but he was there. Twenty Mandalorians were sitting outside, including the two that took his speeder.

"How am I going to get into there?" Dustil whispered to himself. He spotted a smoke stack on the roof of the estate. Using the force, he jumped onto the roof. A few Mandalorians heard him and began to look around.

"Did you here that?" asked one.

"Yeah I did," said another. "What the hell was that?"

Dustil climbed up the smokestack and jumped in. He fell down and landed in a generator room. They were running on steam. It was hot in there. Dustil looked everywhere for an exit. Then he had an idea. He drew his blue lightsaber and stabbed it into a generator. It emitted loads of steam. The lights that were in the room went out. He heard footsteps, then he heard a door open.

"What's wrong with the generator now?" asked a maintenance worker.

"Look, I see somebody!" exclaimed another.

Dustil realized his stealth field generator had stopped working.

"Hey you!" yelled the worker as he drew his blaster. He fired, but missed and hit another generator.

Dustil drew his two lightsabers and lunged at the worker. He sliced his blaster in two then kicked him square in the temple. He fell to the ground, and the other looked stared at him in horror. His eyes went into the back of his head and fell over, he had fainted. Dustil exited the room, where he saw three Mandalorian soldiers full armored and armed with blaster rifles. One was in red and the other two were in blue.

"Hey boys, look who we have here," said the one in red. "It looks like the Jedi have finally given us a reason to attack their enclave! Go inform the others and have them make a call to Mandalore, we need more soldiers. I'll deal with this runt.

He slung his blaster rifle around his back and drew an orange lightsaber.

"What?" said Dustil. "Your a Jedi?"

"No," said the Mandalorian. "I'm a Mandalorian Knight!