(Coruscant)
The night sky of Coruscant was swarming with the day to day traffic of speeders going to their destinations around the city planet. The Senate Building, the Jedi Temple, and the Supreme Chancellor's Office were the highlights of the the planet, it's three most notable structures. Skyscrapers towered over the planet, speeders and other passenger ships zigzagging in between them. Millions of citizens, tourists, etc., were walking on the crowded streets for whatever was their own purpose, whether sinister or good-natured.
One of them was not as he looked towards the Senate Building from his perch on the roof. His yellow eyes seemed to glow in the night sky. A dark cloak was around him, making him sinister and virtually evil. His robes were all black, as well as his gloves, gauntlets, pants, and boots.
His comlink came on, signalling an incoming message.
"Yes my Lord," he said.
"Your mission is to take out this person," said Dooku, showing him a picture of a rather fat Dug.
"Understood," he said.
"Taking him out will ensure that Dugs will think he was assassinated by a Jedi under the directory of the Chancellor, making the Dugs cancel their tibanna gas treaty with the Republic," said Dooku.
"Got it."
"And one more thing, you must be seen," said Dooku.
"Do I get to take out anyone who's in my way?" said the mysterious man.
"If it suffices you," said Dooku. The man grinned evilly and turned off his comlink. The man jumped off the skyscraper, jumping from building to building an an inhuman rate. His figure looked like a shadow on the night sky as he darted here and there. Coming up on the Senate Building, he jumped on it's semicircular roof and climbed stealthily down to a window. Seeing there were no guards, he snuck in through the glass, silently cutting through it and slipping in unnoticed.
"Now the fun begins."
(Jedi Temple)
"Wow, you did what to an acklay?" said Taran.
"I jumped on top of it and rode it like a rodeo on Malastare," said Bruck.
"Wow, and I thought me and Taran had some crazy adventures," said Ahsoka.
"Well all four of us do," said Tia.
"Why does everything happen to us?" said Bruck.
"Don't know, guess danger's just attracted," said Taran.
"Too true," said Ahsoka and Tia. The four friends were in the Jedi Library researching some ancient Force techniques for Padawan learners on holocrons. Since they weren't Jedi Masters they couldn't look into the advanced holocrons, even though they all knew Taran was powerful enough to be if he was in the Avatar state. When he was in that state he was even more pwerful than maybe even Yoda, but only Bending wise, not with the Force or anything, though he was pretty high for his age.
"How's Master Plo?" said Ahsoka.
"He's doing great. He's doing some kind of dangerous assignment that we can't be on, so for now we're stuck here," said Tia.
"Same here," said Ahsoka. Anakin and Obi-Wan were fighting off in the Mid-Rim worlds, and they made her and Taran train at the Temple while they were away given a brief respite from war.
"Yep, be bored all day and do nothing. Even when you get sick of fighting, you never get use to staying away," said Bruck.
"Too true," said Taran. "I want to go back because I don't want them fighting all by themselves while I just sit here all day."
"Same here," said Bruck, Tia, and Ahsoka.
"What time is it?" said Taran.
"About ten," said Ahsoka.
"Okay, I'm going to bed," he said.
"Night," said everyone else. Taran got up, put his holocron away, and headed up to his room. When he was a youngling he was in a dormitory with his entire clan. When he became a Padawan he got his own room, which just had a simple cot and a desk, but he could change the atmosphere in the room to what he wanted. Tonight he was feeling like he wanted to be in the mountains, so he switched it to the Air Temples temperature. It was cold at first, but it had such a feel to it that he felt he was ontop of an Air Nomad Temple.
He lay on his cot and slowly began to fall asleep as he felt the cool air around him.
"P-pl-lease, noooo," said the Dug as he was dying from the strangling he was receiving from the dark assailant.
"So sorry, but I'm required to kill you. It's nothin' personal, it's just business," he said. He squeezed his fist and the Dug's windpipe was smashed, his body flopping to the floor, lifeless.
"That wasn't so hard. No one noticed a thing, but I can't have that, following the Count's orders and all. Time to make a scene," he said silently to himself. Taking out a thermal detonator from his cloak he walked out the room and threw it into the Dug consulate's room. The bomb went off, totally demolishing the room. Immediately alarms went off.
"Time to make the switch,"he thought. His eyes turned from acid yellow to bright green and he took out a green lightsaber. Running through the halls, startling a lot of Senators as he ran past. He also attracted quite a few guards, notably Senate Guards and Commandos. When he got to another hallway, he saw a squad of twelve of them in front of him.
"You there, halt!" yelled the squad leader as their DC-15A's were cocked and ready to fire.
"Don't waste my time," said the assailant. He hit his fist across a stone pillar on the wall and the pillar shot in front of him. In a strange twist, he was able to bend it at the guards, knocking them all back and under the pillar. The assailant continued on his way, terrifying Senators and knocking out, or even killing the Senate Guards.
Finally he got to a part of the Senate Building that housed ships. Just before he got there, he was confronted by another squad of Senate Guards. This squad didn't hesitate to shoot. He deflected each shot they fired and ducked into the room as their superior firepower was starting to beat him. When he got into the room, he saw two Senators, one a female with cream-colored skin wearing some kind of clothing from a planet, maybe Naboo he thought, and a Gungan.
"Whoosa are youssaa?" said the Gungan. The assailant didn't hesitate to act. He immediately seized the woman by her throat and covered her mouth to stifle her scream. The guards came in and pointed their guns at him. He immediately held the lightsaber to the woman's throat.
"Move aside or she dies," he said. The guards had no choice but to put their guns down. Seeing his chance he threw his lightsaber at them, the lightsaber arcing back to him after it successfully took out every single guard. The assailant threw the woman to the floor and ran out.
"Thank you for your services," he said. He ran out the room, cutting down more guards. Going through the Senate hallways, he came to a hangar, where he found a speeder bike. Taking it he flew off into the Coruscant sky, blue plasma shots shooting past him. He seemed to be flying back to the Jedi Temple.
"What do we do sir?" said a Senate Commando to his Captain.
"Contact Delta Squad, and bring him in. We know who it is."
His dream was only getting worse. It started out peaceful, but then went from bad to unusually bad. He was tossing and turning on the cot, the dream making his body move around to a point where he could scarcely control it.
"Taran," said a voice. Immediately his eyes opened and he saw something that made his heart stop. It was him, but with yellow piercing eyes. He opened and closed his eyes again, and the apparition was no longer there. He rubbed them again to get his mind straight.
"What a horrible nightmare,"he thought. He slowly got out of bed and out of his room. He knew it was after hours in the Temple, but he needed something to clear his nerves before he tried to go back to sleep again. The vastness of the Temple's halls and the darkness it emanated made him light a flame in his hand to lighten his way. Whenever he was on his nerves, he went to the Library.
Coming into the room, the holocrons and holobooks, and other writings, glowing with different colors. He decided to get a regular printed book, an ancient copy, on the techniques of clearing your mind. It was probably the oldest book in the records, and probably the most delicate, but Taran was a starfighter pilot and the Avatar, he could always handle delicate things.
As he read the book, carefully keeping the flame away from the book, he felt a presence. It wasn't anything he felt, but it felt very familiar, but with dark waves of energy coming from it. He looked around, but saw nothing. The presence still hadn't left, but he felt as if it were right next to him. Even though he knew he shouldn't, he called out anyway.
"Anyone there?' he said. Nothing replied, but the presence still go away. As he scanned the darkness more and more, he felt the presence begin to move. At present, a bit off from him, he saw a dark figure walking away.
"Wait, stop!" he yelled at it. Putting the book on a table he walked after the dark figure. The figure made no response and instead began to run. Taran for it too, keeping up his pursuit. He had no idea what it was, but he knew it wasn't a Jedi. At present the figure stopped. Taran stopped the same time it did.
"You know, it's very surprising how you're suddenly up this time of night, Taran," said the figure. Taran's heart froze. It was as if he was talking to himself, but this voice had a dark, sinister backdrop to it.
"How do you know me?" said Taran.
"Oh I know you quite a bit. Too well in fact," said the figure.
"Who are you?" said Taran.
"Simple. I'm you," said the figure.
"Seriously, who are you?" said Taran, drawing his lightsaber. The figure chuckled darkly and a yellow lightsaber appeared from his folds.
"Come on, I thought you would have recognized your own brother by now," said the figure, turning around and illuminating his face with his lightsaber. Taran felt as if all the air in his lungs went out, his brain went dead, and all his bodily functions stopped for that one moment. The assailant had his face, his nose, everything but his eyes, acid yellow. His dreads matched his to a tee.
"Ah, so he understands," he said.
"That's impossible!" yelled Taran.
"Call it what you want, but you know it's true," he said. He turned his lightsaber off and went on his way towards the main entrance to the Jedi Temple.
"Stop!" said Taran. He stomped his foot and a wall of stone appeared before the assailant.
"You're not going anywhere. You're not my brother," said Taran.
"If I'm not, then how could I possibly do this?" said the assailant. His hand made a pushing movement to the wall. The wall instantly collapsed, shattering into pieces. Taran froze again, the same shocked feeling taking a hold of him.
"I'm an Earthbeder too brother," said the assailant. He calmly walked out to the entrance. Luckily the Gate Master, Jurrok, was off duty so nothing stopped him. Taran got out of his trance and tried to follow him.
"Wait!" said Taran.
"Till next time brother. Oh and one more thing, you're going to be in a lot of trouble very soon," said the assailant. A speeder bike shown out of nowhere next to him. The assailant waved once before he hopped on and accelerated away. Taran tried to run, but it was no use. He was already too far ahead of him for him to do much good.
"What just happened? And what did he mean?" said Taran. As he turned back to go into a deep thought process, four red lights appeared on his head.
"Don't move!" someone yelled. Someone came from behind him and knocked him to the ground, a gun pointed into his skull.
"Taran Cyneran, you're under arrest!" said a Delta commando.
"For what?" said Taran.
"The murder of consulate Belbas of Malastare," said the commando in white and yellow armor. Three others came too, one in red markings, another in green, and another in white and yellow as well.
"Good job Boss," said the one in green.
"Sev, get some electrobinders ASAP."