George Lucas has the honor of owning the rights to Star Wars. I only own Rainack and Master Cath Jini.

Destiny's Shatterpoint

1. A Beginning

The modified light personnel transport shot ahead of the wedge-shaped Imperial Star Destroyer. Its upgraded engines raced as the compact ship's pilot tried to keep out of the Star Destroyer's tractor beam range.

The pilot's hands flew over the controls in a blur nearly too fast to keep up with. His eyes didn't seem to focus on any one thing, but a look of deep concentration creased his face.

Seeming to talk to himself, the man mumbled, "Master Windu, I'm not sure I can do this!"

"It is your destiny, Master Jini. You must keep her from falling to the Dark Side!" the dead Jedi Master's voice echoed around and through Master Jini, soothing and peaceful.

Jedi Master Cath Jini had been raised to Master status just weeks before the Purge. It felt like a lifetime now, since Chancellor Palpatine had branded the Jedi traitors and ordered their extermination.

Cath had been stuck on Coruscant, unsure who to trust, or where to turn.

Then his old master, Mace Windu had appeared to him in a Force vision, telling him he must escape, and giving him a set of coordinates and a date.

Now here he was, one of the last of the Jedi Masters – albeit a rather minor one – being hunted by the fledgling Imperial Navy.

Closing his eyes, Cath took a deep breath. As he released it, he released the Force.

The personnel transport bucked violently as the tractor beam of the pursuing Victory-Class Star Destroyer took hold of it.

Looking at the Jedi Holocron one last time, Cath slipped back into his Jedi robe.

Looking out through the canopy, Cath could see the underside of the wedge-shaped ship looming above him. The tractor beams were drawing the transport into the largest of the two launch bays.

With a gentle thud, the transport settled onto the launch bay floor.

Through the cockpit transparisteel, he saw two squads of clone troopers running to surround the transport, DC-15 blasters held in ready position.

With a resigned sigh, Cath headed aft and opened the hatch.

Removing his lightsaber from his belt, Cath set it on the ramp and gave it a Force push. It clattered down the ramp, where it was picked up by one of the clone troopers, once it had been scanned and deemed no threat.

"I'm coming down. I'm unarmed," Cath called down the ramp.

Pushing the hood of his brown robe back off of his head, he held his hands up and away from his body and slowly descended the ramp.

At the bottom, he slowly lowered his hands, bringing them into position for cuffing.

Up in the command tower of the Victory-class Star Destroyer, Dark Storm, Captain Rainack Covri stalked the command walkway impatiently. She held her lithe frame at stiff military attention as she moved. She stood five foot seven inches tall, and weighed in at one hundred fifteen pounds of pure muscle, which was concealed by her pressed and creased gray Imperial Navy uniform. Her raven colored hair was twisted into a tight braid that hung more than half way down her back. Her eyes were of a color not usually seen on a human, a shade of violet that gave most beings pause when they had to deal with her. Her bronzed skin was as flawless as spun glass.

Around her, the crew, still mostly clones, worked in sunken data pits.

Stopping in front of the flight data officer's work station, Rainack scowled down at the clone on duty.

The clone was instantly at attention.

"At ease," Rainack snapped, her patience reaching its limit. "Head us home!"

Relaxing outwardly, the clone responded with, "Aye, sir!"

Hearing the bridge doors open, Rainack whirled and strode away. The raven braid that hung down to the center of her back whipped around as she spun on her heel.

The clone sighed, turning back to his work station.

Rainack stopped at the middle of the main command walkway, watching as Cath Jini was led onto the bridge. Eight clone troopers were with him, their blasters drawn.

Looking Cath up and down, Rainack moved slowly forward.

Rainack was surprised by Cath's youthful appearance. Being a master, she'd expected someone much older.

She'd served under several different Jedi Generals during the Clone Wars – including General Obi Wan Kenobi – but she hadn't gotten close to any of them. She really hadn't felt much when she'd witnessed the clones carry out Order 66 on the bridge of her Republic ship, the Sweet Defender.

Cath appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Rainack figured he was at least six feet tall, and probably out weighed her by fifty or sixty pounds. She knew the Jedi exercised rigorously, so Cath would be – much like herself – all muscle. Features softened by a profound sadness looked to have once been carved from granite. He might have once been ruggedly handsome, but at some point something had left a scar across his face that drew the left side of his mouth up into a permanent grimace.

From the holo in his wanted dossier, she knew he had once sported the typical Jedi shoulder length hair and full beard. The scar was present in the holo, so whatever had happened to him, Rainack surmised it had happened while he was still with the Jedi Order.

Now his face was clean shaven and his brown hair was cut to neatly follow the curve of his skull, but it seemed that nothing could be done about the scar.

Stopping a foot and a half from Cath, Rainack met his gaze, her violet eyes flashing dangerously, as if daring him to try his mind tricks on her.

Cath returned her gaze, his brown eyes drilling deeply into Rainack's mind.

Shaking her head, ending the disarming moment, she gestured to the clone troopers, "Bring him!"

The troopers pushed Cath after Rainack, as she stalked to her day cabin.

Once Cath had been pushed inside, Rainack hissed, "Wait outside," to the troopers who marched back out. Then Rainack touched a control on her desk, and the huge double doors swished closed.

Cath stood quietly in front of Rainack's desk, watching her, content to let her be the first to speak.

"Why do I keep dreaming of you?" Rainack had certainly not meant to say that, it just slipped out.

A look of surprise crossed Cath's face, to quickly be replaced by what Rainack thought of as the Jedi mask – the look the Jedi adopted when they wanted to keep their feelings hidden.

"It was my destiny to be caught by you, Rain Covri," was Cath's reply.

Pulling her anger around her like a well worn blanket, Rainack narrowed her eyes. Replying coldly, she said, "My name is Captain Rainack Covri, not Rain!"

His knowledge of her childhood nickname had stunned her, but she guessed it had to have been some kind of Jedi trick. She knew the Jedi had many kinds of mind tricks.

"It is your true name," was Cath's quiet reply.

"That name holds no power anymore!" Rainack's violet eyes took on a dangerous gleam.

"Deep down inside, it still does, Rain, or its use would not anger you so."

"I told you!" Rainack said, losing control of her temper, "Don't! Call! Me! That!"

Launching herself across the desk at him, she made a motion with her right hand. The motion triggered a spring mechanism up her sleeve, which deposited a wicked looking vibroblade in her outstretched hand.

Cath fell to the floor under Rainack's weight, the vibroblade mere inches from his neck.

Regaining control of herself, Rainack whispered threateningly in Cath's ear, "I would kill you here, except that your death is Lord Vader's right."

Almost too quietly for Rainack to catch, Cath whispered, "I fear she's already fallen to the Dark Side, Master."

Growling, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that," Rainack pushed herself off of Cath.

As she backed around her desk, Cath climbed to his feet. He was standing serenely in front of her desk again. When the doors whooshed open to admit the clone troopers.

Rainack's vibroblade had already disappeared up her sleeve again.

"Take him away!" Rainack snarled to the troopers.

Before he allowed himself to be led away, Cath gestured to his lightsaber, which hung from the utility belt of one of the clones.

The lightsaber pulled free and floated effortlessly over to Rainack's desk.

Looking from the hilt of the deactivated lightsaber up to Cath, Rainack raised an eyebrow.

"I find I have no further need of it," he said, lifting his manacled hands to draw her attention to them. "It may come in handy for you, though."

Rainack shrugged noncommittally and gestured to the troopers to be about their business.

One of the troopers shoved his DC-15 into Cath's back, causing the Jedi to stumble forward.

Slamming her hand angrily down on the door controls, Rainack sat stiffly down in her chair.

Tapping a quick query into the computer, she found their ETA to Imperial Center was five days.

Smiling and finally allowing herself to relax, Rainack thought, Ah, Lord Vader will be pleased.

While Lord Vader hadn't set a time table on her mission, he had stressed expediency.

Order 66 had wiped out a good majority of the Jedi Order, but there were still a large number of Jedi at large. It had fallen to the fledgling Imperial Army and Navy – made up mostly of former Republic Army and Navy personnel – to hunt down the surviving members of the Jedi Order.

Imperial Intelligence – another unit made up of former Republic personnel – had supplied good intel, so Rainack's crew were able to easily track down the minor Jedi they'd been sent to capture.

It had been two months since the Dark Storm had been sent out on this, her maiden, voyage. Sent to capture five Jedi, dead or alive. Rainack's crew had managed to capture all five, alive.

The most important out of the five was Master Cath Jini.

Relaxing back in her chair, she steepled her hands in front of her, thinking about why this particular Jedi was more important than the others.

Lord Vader – himself some sort of Force user – had told her, "Master Cath Jini will have a Jedi Holocron, a small cubical device. When you capture him, allow him to retain custody of it. I will take it from him myself."

Rainack suddenly felt trapped in her day cabin. Standing, she keyed the doors open and stalked out to the bridge.

"Number One, you have the bridge," she told her second in command as she walked past to the turbolifts. She took one at random. Exiting the turbolift on a random deck, she wandered.

Several minutes later, she stopped short in shock with the realization that she was wandering straight to the detention level.

Rainack deliberately tried to change her course, taking a different turbolift up several decks before exiting and heading starboard.

Only to find herself on a different turbolift heading back down again a few minutes later.

For some reason, she was being drawn to the detention level. She had a deep suspicion she knew who was drawing her there.

Stalking past the clone guard who had admitted her, Rainack moved in to Cath's cell.

"What?" she snapped, once the door had closed again. The glare she shot him could have leveled Imperial City to the planet's long buried bedrock.

"Come, sit," Cath replied, motioning to a spot on the bed beside him. He met her fury with the usual Jedi calm.

Rainack suddenly found herself moving toward the spot Cath had pointed out.

Once she was seated, Cath pulled a small cube from the folds of his Jedi robe.

"I suppose Vader told you I would have this with me," Cath said, holding the cube in the palm of his hand.

"The Jedi Holocron," Rainack breathed, her eyes riveted to the object.

"Yes. Hold out your hand."

Rainack held her hand out, and Cath gently placed the Holocron on it.

"The Holocron will only work for those who are strong in the Force. This particular Holocron was constructed to only allow access to a Force-user with a specific ability. The ability to detect shatterpoints."

"Why allow me to hold it, then?"

"You will see. Focus on the Holocron."

Confused about why she was even holding this object, she gazed intently at the Holocron.

A hologram appeared above the Holocron, and a voice began, "I am the Gatekeeper, Master Mace Windu."

Suddenly remembering what Cath had said, and seeing what the Holocron was doing, Rainack threw it aside.

Wiping her suddenly sweaty palms on her uniform clad legs, Rainack snapped, "What kind of Jedi trick is this?"

"No trick. I assure you. You are a Force-user with the shatterpoint ability. My Master sent me to find you. You are the key."

"Stop! I don't want to hear anymore of your Jedi lies!" Stalking to the cell door, Rainack pounded on it, shouting, "Open this stanging door!"

"Why don't you take the Holocron with you, and think about what I've said," Cath gestured absently at the Holocron and it floated back to his hand from where it had fallen to the floor.

"No!" she snapped. More quietly, she said, "I could get in trouble for just touching that thing."

The cell door hissed open, and Rainack stalked out, making her way back to the bridge.

As she walked, she tried to forget about the incident by letting her mind wander back in time to when she had first laid eyes on the Dark Storm.

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