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Hey everybody. This is my first Fan-fiction, so I don't really know how good this is.

Firstly: This Fan-fiction will be a Naruto/Star wars crossover, and will be centred on my own OC. Secondly: I would really like to have some positive inputs and ideas, as I am not really that experienced. And finally: I am really sorry for any kind of mistakes in the grammar, but I'm not from an English speaking country, and therefore mistakes happen.

So anyway. If you like the story, then please review. If you have some comments and positive feedback, please note. If you just don't like the story, just leave.

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(Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or Star Wars)

"Speech"

'Thought'

"Force speech"

'Force thought'

Fall of the Sith

32 BBY = Star Wars: the phantom menace.

Current Year: 29 BBY

x-x

The Techno unions' cruiser hovered above the planet surface of Mustafar, silently floating just above the atmosphere.

However, inside the ship, life was buzzing like on Corrusant. Three men entered the docking bay, joking about one of their Inspectors.
"I tell you, his head was about to explode." One of them said, while a smile crossed his face. He was of normal height, well-built, and had a brown beard. "I think he was a bit upset."
"You think?!..." his comrade replied, trying hard not to collapse in a laughter "…I could hear him say click." he continued, to whitch his other comrade, a humanoid with blue skin and red eyes answered. "He communicates by clicking. He is a Geonosian, after all."

They continued laughing, while they walked, to one of the transport ships.

"Well anyway." said the one with the beard, straightening up and clearing his throat. "We have to unload the ship, and then get the materials down in the storage."
The blue skinned, Chiss soldier sighed. "Fine, fine, just don`t boss us around Mash".
Mash crossed his arms and glared at the blue skinned man. "It`s not my fault I have been named overseer, and you haven't, so you just shut it Bhizz."
Bhizz just shook his head in surrender. "Well let's get going!"

x-x

They were almost finished unloading the crates, when Bhizz suggested a break. They sat down on one of the crates, and Bhizz pulled out three small plastic bags. "Who wants some?" He asked, while opening one of the bags, revealing a stick made of some sort of paste.
Mash frowned. "You know the boss don't like wasting those things."
"Just shut it, you big headed idiot." Bhizz replied to the bewildered Mash. While the crewmembers laughed, and enjoyed Bhizz'es heist, there was a sudden sound, from inside the ship, almost like someone was walking inside the ship.

They turned around, and looked through the door. "Think I heard something" Bhizz said, glancing around the part of the room he could see.
"Or someone" said the third soldier, pointing his riffle at the door.
"Don't be silly, Jay" Mash said, staring at Jay. "All the crew-members are in the cantina."
"I`m not so sure that Jay is wrong…" Bhizz said, while he too aimed his pistol at the door. "…We might as well check it out."
Mash looked as if he wasn't pleased with the way this was turning out, but just said. "Okay but be careful"
Bhizz sent him one of his smiles "fine mom."

"Hallo…?" Bhizz shouted. "Anyone inside?" He walked through the storage door, and into the corridor.
"Can you see anyone?" Mash asked,
"Nope, I can't see anybody… Hold on a second, think I heard something down the hallway." Bhizz answered. Going further down the hallway, Bhizz saw that the door to the infirmary was open. He walked towards the door, when he heard a buzzing sound, and the light went out.
Turning on his flash-light, he made it into the infirmary. It wasn't the biggest one he had seen in his career, nor was it the smallest, but it was still the oddest he had ever seen.

Firstly, it didn't had a medical-droid; it seemed to have been removed.

Secondly, some of the things inside the room didn't even look as if they belonged in an emergency infirmary. Like the bold, blood analysing device, the DNA reader and the most peculiar of all the things; a pyramid formed item, that was plugged into the computer instead of the Hard-disk. To tell the truth, it looked more like a laboratory, than a medical bay.

Switching on his com-link, while trying hard not to be betrayed by the stumbling in his voice, Bhizz began speaking. "Mash? Can you hear me?" Bhizz said.

It was a few seconds, before Bhizz heard Mash's voice "I hear you loud and clear, what`s up?"
"The lights just went out…" Bhizz began "…And the whole place just seems to be wrong. Like the Infirmary, looks more like some kind of a lab and part of the Storage room has been sealed off."
"Well what are you waiting for? Tjek it out."
"Roger that. " Bhizz answered, and moved down towards the sealed part of the storage-floor.

As he moved towards the door, it felt like it became a lot darker than it should be. It continued, and when he reached the door, he could barely see it.
'All right, this is definitely creepy.' he thoughtwhile slowly starting to panic. Sweat dripping of him, like a waterfall, he turned, and stopped.
In front of him was a strange man standing. He was young, probably around seventeen years old.
He had brown hair framing his head, and a pair of brown-green eyes. He had half-pale skin, and was slim build.
All in all, some people would say that he looked rather handsome, in an elegant sort of way. However the only description Bhizz could come up with; was terrifying.
He was wearing black and red robes, with a belt around his waist, a black hood, and a pair of shoulder plates on.
Bhizz couldn't explain why, but the figure filled him with utterly terror.

The man stepped towards him, the shadows twisting as he walked, and stretched out at gloved hand. Bhizz tried to scream, but no voice left his throat, as the hand gripped around his neck.

x-x

'Bhizz has been gone for a rather long time now…' Mash thought, as he looked inside the ship. There wasn't really anything to see, but the entrance to the storage-room. '…Perhaps we should look for him' Mash continued.
Turning on his com-link, Mash tried to get in contact with Bhizz "Bhizz? Bhizz, do you read me?" No reply. 'Something is definitely off.' Mash thought, as he began walking inside the ship. "Come Jay, let's go find Bhizz."

As they walked through the corridor, which lead to the other end of the storage-room, they realised that every step became harder. Mash tried to fight it off, but he could see that Jay was falling behind.
Suddenly, Jay screamed, and fell to the floor, hyperventilating without getting any air in his lungs. Mash ran towards his fallen comrade, and kneeled beside him. "Jay? Jay, what's wrong?" he asked, starting to panic.
"C…can't …breathe." Jay said, before his neck twisted in a rather unnatural manner, and he became limb. Mash looked up from his fallen comrade, to see a young man in black and red robes, holding an outstretched arm with a closed hand. He let down his arm and looked at Mash. Fear and anger boiled through Mash's body, as he tried to decide whether he should run or fight. In the end, anger conquered, and Mash started to shoot at the cloaked figure. Two red lights turned on, and the young man started to spin them, making it look like a red round plate, that deflected every single shot.
With his magazine empty, Mash made a run for the storage entrance, with the hooded figure right on his tail.

When Mash entered the room, he locked the door, and destroyed the lock computer, making sure that nobody could enter.
Sadly, the hooded figure didn't agree, as a red blade, beamed through the door, melting everything on its way.

Mash ran around a crate, to find hiding behind it. 'That guy is insane.' He thought, as he looked around to find a weapon, and he smiled when he found what he was looking for.
Over in one of the corners, was a long piece of metal sticking out from a crate.
Mash ran towards it and tried to pull it out. It had been one of the things they should deliver, special mandolorian metal, and it could withstand a light-saber, which was just what he needed. Mash tried to pull in the metal, but something was holding it back. Mash looked around the crate, to see what was holding it back, and let go of it in horror.
It was Bhizz, lying on the floor, who hold onto the piece of metal. He neither breathed, nor moved. His eyes and mouth was wide-open, stuck in an expression of utterly terror.

Puling himself together, Mash managed to pull the piece of metal out of Bhizz grasp, just as the door broke down. Turning around, Mash looked at the figure, with new hatred boiling through his veins.
"Die, you piece of…!" he roared, as he charged towards the young man.
The young man just smiled, and made a flick of his wrist, making Mash fly into the wall.
Mash was in shock, he couldn't move, all because that man was holding a hand towards him. 'There is only one kind of persons who can do that kind of tricks' he thought, as he looked towards, the man. "Why?" he asked. "Why are you attacking us? You're a Jedi, aren't you?"
The young man chuckled. "Well… not exactly." He said, as he raised his other arm, spread fingers pointing at Mash.

Mash screamed, as dark purple lightning shot through his body.

x-x

A lonely Starfighter penetrated the border of the solar-system. It made its way towards the trade-federation space-station, which was flying just above the atmosphere of the gas giant Bespin. When the ship landed, a single person got out of the cockpit, and headed for the hangar exit.

He was wearing a long, red and black cloak, with a black hood and a pair of shoulder-plates. He had brown hair, and a gentle expression. To be honest, you couldn't see he had taken out a Techno Union cruiser, and around twenty lives along the way.

A silver protocol droid walked towards the figure, and started to accompany him, as they walked through the man's quarters. "Welcome back master Sinion…" The droid greeted the hooded figure. "…How was your mission?"
"Oh. Fine, thank you." Sinion answered the droid. He pulled off his hood, and shook his head, brown hair falling out. "Any new development I should know about" he asked the protocol droid.
"Master Malice told me, that Lord Milgul would like to see you within an hour of your return."
The man nodded at the information, as if he had expected it. "Thank you for the information X-0, you're dismissed."
"As you wish master." The droid answered and walked off.
Sinion stretched his arms, and typed in the code to his quarters.

As the door opened, Sinion threw himself on the bed in exhaustion. 'Finally some peace' he thought, as he looked around his room.
It was a nice room, with the usual bare walls, a bed, a bathroom, and a desk. Over at one of the walls were a metal bookshelf, with a lot of books and holocrons on it, and on his desk laid a data-pad and a microscope.
Sinion had always been very interested in natural science, and the most interesting subject, was in his opinion the learning of life. All those questions to be answered: How could something be alive? What had it to do with the force? What were Midi-chlorians? And most importantly: What was the force manipulation actually?
So far, he hadn't been able to find answers to any of his questions, and he had begun to grow impatient. Why couldn't he be more like master Milgul's own master, the great Darth Plaugis the wise, who had developed the idea of the force being the reason for life, and the technique "Midi-chlorian manipulation."
Darth Plaugis had however; spent decades, developing his theories on Midi-chlorian manipulation. But Sinion had always been impatient, and that trade wasn't going to change very soon.

Sinion stood up, and walked towards the restroom. 'I might as well patch up before I meet my master.' He thought, as he dressed off, and turned on the water.
While he stood in the shower, he thought about the last time he had spoken with his master.

'Darth Milgul stood on the bridge, looking through the screen, at the planet beneath them. "Tell me, my young apprentice. What do you know about my plans?" The Mon Calamari turned around, to look at the kneeling Sinion.
Sinion looked up at his master, bewilderment showing clearly on his face. "You wish to destroy Darth Sidious for his treacherous actions?" The young man answered, to which Darth Milgul nodded.
"That is indeed one of the things, but its only one thing out many."
Sinion looked at his master, curiosity painted all over his face. "What else do you desire?" He asked.
"I can't tell you." His master said. "But know this..." He walked towards the exit. "It will be the end, of the rule of two."

x-x

Despite the size of the station, there were only three people on-board. Sinion himself, his master and his fellow apprentice, Malice. All other personal, had been replaced by droids.

They had invaded the station three years ago, and Master Milgul had decided, that it should be their new headquarter, and main base of operation.
Sinion had to admit, that it was the ideal place for them. Except the constant delivery of Tibanna gas, there was really no communication with the station, and as a result of the Trade-federation's desire after money, the station was entirely automatic.
As Sinion walked onto the bridge, he looked around all the droids, in search for his master. When he couldn't see him anywhere, he pulled a droid to the side and asked it, if it knew where his master was. "While yes sir." The droid said. "Master malice asked us to tell you, that Lord Milgul is in meeting-room 7."

As Sinion walked through the corridor, towards meeting-room 7, he couldn't help but wonder why Malice would inform the droids where Milgul was, but shook it of as nothing.

When he entered the meeting-room, Sinion's first thought was, that there was a feeling of death, emitting through the room. Then he saw his master, sitting at the end of the table. The last thing he realised; was why there was a feeling of death.
His master was indeed sitting in the chair, but his head was resting on the table, and he had a long piece of pipe, sticking through his body.

x-x

Sinion was horror-struck. His master, the one who should break "The rule of two", was dead, Impaled by a piece of a pipe. He was sitting in a chair, with a holocron in front of him. He had obviously been studying it when he had died. 'Who could have done this?' Sinion thought, as he looked at the corpse.

He more sensed than heard the sound of a light-saber, and turned to look at his partner and the second apprentice of his master, Malice. He was standing in the doorway, with his light-saber in his hands. Sinion looked down at the weapon in Malice's hands, "So I can presume you're the one behind this?"
"That's right…" answered the treacherous bastard. "…and when I'm done with you, I'll be the only True Sith left."
Rage boiled through Sinion's brain. 'How dare that moron call himself a true Sith...?' He thought. '…Can't he see that "The rule of two" is sick and rotten?'

Sinion had long ago come to that conclusion; "The rule of two" had been wrong from the beginning, the dark side was neither fire nor venom, it was knowledge, knowledge you could use as you wanted, and Sinion knew how he wanted to use it.
The Jedis had been foolish enough to dismiss the dark side, deeming it evil and destructive, but they were wrong. The dark side was neither evil nor destructive; it was uncontrolled power, chaos, movement, evolution. It was all the things, which drove the world forward, and further; emotions, power, and desire. Sinion wanted to bring back the chaos that the world was missing under the Jedi's; he would be the one to bring a new dawn, "The order of chaos".

But this insolent fool was standing in his way, trying to kill him, and his dreams.

Unable to control his rage and hate anymore, Sinion let out a cry, black and dark-red smoke emanating throughout his fingers, mouth and eyes, swirling around his body.

Sinion was well aware of the smoke around his body, but he didn't cared, and he didn't even realise, that his body had started to change.
Malice however, could see it all happening, Sinion was changing, his skin turned pale, his eyes became yellow with a centre of red, and his brown hair became as red as the blood he thirsted for.
'What the hell is happening?' Malice thought in shock, as Sinion started to levitate. 'Is he submitting to the dark side?'

Sinion swung his left arm to the side, and began saying an enchantment, in a foreign language.
"Asha cruluk lar tozarmith. Hrivark ohal matsung…" the smoke flew through the air, and in through the mouth and eyes of their master's corpse. "...Zutung alo. O Sith alokomal tethul."
As the smoke proceeded into the corpse, it started to move. It stood up, and charged towards the surprised Malice. Malice however, used a force punch to knock the corpse into Sinion, who thereby lost his concentration, making the corpse limb ones again.

Malice smirked, and swung his sword in an upper hand cut, hoping to get Sinion while he tried to get the corpse off him. However Sinion managed get the corpse out of the way, and turn on his saber-staff in time, to put it in a collision course with the sword.
When Malice's sword collided with the left blade, Sinion tried to spin around the blade, and thereby hit Malice with the right blade of his own staff, but Malice jumped out of the way, prepared for the attack.
"You're a fool…" Sinion said, jumping towards Malice, swinging his staff in lower cut, "You're not a Sith anymore, you are just a force-sensitive sword-wielder. You have abandoned the order of chaos".
Malice turned around, and ran out of the room. Sinion followed him as he headed to the main reactors.

As they was running down the corridor, Malice turned around, and tried to use a force punch on Sinion, while Sinion evaded by forcing the outburst to change direction.
Sinion then used the force, to pull off a piece of the metal ceiling, and throw it towards Malice.
Malice countered it by cutting the metal into two pieces, and threw them into the walls.

x-x

It was when they headed inside the reactor-room, that Sinion realised what Malice was planning.

He was going to set off a chain of explosives, which had been placed to take out the entire station. The idea had been made by their master; in case they would need to leave this place for good.

Malice swung his sword in a vertical swing, but was parried by Sinion's staff. They jumped to each side. Sinion landed at top of the control panel, while Malice launched himself at the wall, and used the force, to shoot himself like a rocket, towards Sinion.

Sinion evaded the upper-hand swing of Malice's blade, but the control panel wasn't that lucky.
It was hit dead-right in the centre, and the self-controlling regulator, designed to regulate the engines power output, was dead.

The reactors could now go two ways.
One, the reactors and the engines would shut down, and the space-station, would start falling to the core of the gas giant.
Two, the reactors would overload, and explode, taking down a large part of the station, and then the rest would fall into the core of the planet.
Either way, not a good thing for your health, if you weren't in one of the escape pods; which unfortunately, were at least three corridors away.

Sinion swung his saber-staff in another horizontal swing and jumped, making him spin around like a top. Malice followed behind, and tried to use the moment Sinion landed on the floor to set in an attack. Sinion evaded, and made a run for the door. If he could get to the escape-pods, he would be safe.
Malice however, had already figured out what Sinion was planning, and tried a horizontal cut, which Sinion blocked and with a flip over the blade, managed to get past.

The two dualists fought like demons, Malice with his "Djem so" (1) style, and Sinion with his "Juyo" (2) style. They fought so hard; that they didn't realised they had ended up on the bridge.

There was a loud bang, and they both fell, because of the shockwave that passed through the station. The reactor had exploded.

"Strong style." It's a fighting-style, where you rely on you own brute strength, to break through your enemy's defence.

"Chaos style." It's a fighting style, where you improvise, to become as unpredictable as possible.

AN: So this was the first chapter of my story, and I really hoped you liked it.

I send my best regards to "axellon 2008", who I think made a fantastic story in "Out of the unknown", and inspired me to make this story.

Anyway. Review please.

PS. If you think any of the names could be better, then please leave them in the reviews.