The Sith Master's thick-soled boot slammed into the Jedi's jaw sending her stumbling back two steps in an attempt keep her balance. The satisfaction of the impact made his lips curl back over yellowed teeth in what was intended as a feral grin. This fight would hardly be enough of a challenge to be considered fun, but he was resolved to enjoy it as much as he could.
The young blue Twi'lek girl was already locked deep in a stasis field. Her blaster rifle pointed uselessly at the ceiling. One small hand was locked in a futile attempt to reach one of the grenades hanging from her belt. The bolts from the duel blasters of the Republic soldier were more of an annoyance than an actual threat. They were easily deflected by the brilliant red streaks of his lightsaber's defensive dance. And his last opponent was a mere Jedi Padawan, one who must have been very weak to have been unable to pass the trials at such a mature age.
The Jedi woman gingerly touched her fingers to her lip and examined them. Her tongue slowly inspected the area for the tell-tale coppery taste of blood.
There wasn't any.
"You can't hurt me," she smiled. "I'm already dead." Her voice was soft. There was no malice in it, but something in her tone and the disturbing grin that didn't reach her hollow eyes sent a shiver through him.
Her blue blade snapped to life as she sent the Force barreling into him. He flew backwards into the large metal containers that lined the wall. Canisters crashed around him as he fell in an undignified heap. For a few moments, he lost control of his lightsaber and blaster shots burned through his robes narrowly missing flesh. Beneath his dark mask, his face burned with the hot flush of embarrassment. He would not be knocked down again by an over-aged Padawan.
He poured the anger of his humiliation into a powerful burst of lightning. Blue arcs leapt from his crooked fingers toward the insufferable Jedi woman. She caught the attack on her lightsaber. With both hands gripping the hilt of her weapons and her biceps bulging with the strain, she fought against his attack. Electricity crackled along the length of the blade.
The Sith Master pushed harder. His frustration and lust for violence fueled the assault. The lightning surged hotter and more powerful than ever before. He could feel it burning the tips of his fingers, but fed the pain into his resolve. This Jedi would fall.
With her head bowed away from the clash of Force lightning against her lightsaber, she continued to fight the onslaught. The Sith Master screamed knowing he was nearing the limits of his endurance. Just as he began to fear the Jedi woman would defeat his attack, her lightsaber failed. The crystal in her weapon fractured under the excessive charge and sent sparks arcing up her arm.
He cried out in conceit to hide his relief. She responded by throwing the now useless bit of metal at him.
Once more in control of the fight, the Sith Master deflected the soldier's renewed blaster fire in the Jedi's direction. He laughed as one of the deflected bolts grazed her arm. It burned through the coarse fabric of her Jedi robes and left a charred furrow in her bicep. He laughed even harder as she punished the soldier for the injury using the Force to send the man staggering back into the doorframe.
The blaster fire stopped. The soldier turned his attention instead toward the Twi'lek, moving protectively toward the girl as she struggled her way out of the stasis field. The man placed a firm hand over her rifle pushing the muzzle toward the floor before she had a chance to fire.
Taking full advantage of their defenselessness, the Sith Master sent his lightsaber spinning towards the girl and soldier. The Jedi woman hurled her own burst of lightning at him. His command of the Force shielded him from the attack and he took great pleasure in the looks of horror that crossed her companions' faces.
His enjoyment was cut short as he noticed his red lightsaber spinning in the air unable to progress any further towards its intended victims. The woman had attempted to commandeer the weapon.
The red blade wavered in the charged air between the Sith Master and the Jedi as they fought for control. Each stood with a hand outstretched, concentration etched into their faces. The Force tug-of-war continued as the soldier and girl stood watching, unwilling to risk firing their own weapons.
The Sith Master reconsidered the nuisance of a woman before him. Something wasn't right. She was too strong for a mere Padawan, yet she didn't exude the irritating calm or self-proclaimed righteousness of the Jedi Knights and their Masters. She seemed to be hidden somehow in the shadows of the Force, drawing on a power that he couldn't reach. Yet, there was something there that felt familiar.
The lightsaber inched closer to him and he abandoned his considerations of the Jedi woman to refocus his efforts on securing the weapon.
He realized his mistake at the same time his memory produced the answer to her familiarity. "Revan," he gasped as the red blade shot through him. She had let him struggle to pull it toward him counting on his power to fuel its velocity while she simply let go to ever so slightly nudge the blade into a deadly trajectory.
"Revan's dead," she reminded him as he slumped to the floor. Crouching over him she whispered conspiratorially in his ear, "She'll go back to her grave dragging Malak with her."
The red blade snapped off as she deactivated it and pulled the hilt out of the dead Sith Master's chest. After wiping the blood onto his already stained robes, she clipped it to her belt replacing the one destroyed by his lightning.
"That's the last of them," she said almost cheerfully to her companions. "Now, let's get this droid's data module back to the embassy."