LOL You thought it was finished! Ha! Far from it my friends.

Prolouge

Not again. A elderly man thought as he raced with younglings and apprenteces up to the New Jedi temple. They were under attack, and to the man, history was repeating itself. Several Jedi Kights were garding them, deflecting laser bullets with their lightsabers. The group ran into the temple and began to assecend the stairs. But one held back. It was an elderly woman, about the same age as the man. He looked back at her when she didn't follow.

"Come on!" He shouted at her. The younglings and apprenteces and knights looked back at her and paused.

The woman shook her head. Her thin silver hair, that used to be so long and thick and beutiful, now only brushed her shoulders. "No, old friend. You go on. Save the younge ones. Keep the order alive, as you always have. It's time for me to make my final stand." She gripped her lightsaber and turned it on. Some of the knights gasped as tears flooded there eyes. Half of them had trained under this woman, and they all had formed a close relationship. The man frowed.

"I cant let you do that-"

"Well, I have always had a rebellious streak, haven't I?" The woman cut him off loudly. The man realised that she was unshakable in this desicion. His eyes watered, and a small, tired smile formed on his lips. He stepped forward and embraced her one last time.

"Besides." She wispered in his ear. "We've had so many adventures togwther. So many close calls. You should know me well enough that I'd be damned before I let anyone take me down without a fight." She pulled back and smiled at him. "It's time I go join some old friends." She turned and looked at the knights, apprentices, and younglings. "So, this is the next generation, huh?" She clicked her tounge and shook her head. "You have got some big shoes to fill. And then you'll have to fill in for him." She nodded to the man. "So I hope your up for the challenge." She stared at them sternly, before smiling warmly. Her students sniffled and nodded.

"Now go!" She waved her hands. "Before I kill you all myself." This was such a her responce that some of her students smiled sadly and ushered the younger ones up the stairs, taking last glances as they went. The man slowly started after them.

"Oh," She said suddenly. The man looked back. She had her weight on one foot, a hand on her hip and her activated lightsaber in the other. Her eyes glittered brightly as they always have, and suddenly, she wasn't an elder Jedi Master any more. She was the young, bright, sarcastic teenager that the man had first met. "Dont disapoint me, Skywalker." The use of familiar words that hand gone to long without beeing used felt refreshing. He never did, of course, but she would say them anyway whenever they split up.

He smiled. His next words were practicaly reflex, and when he said them, he felt like the young but still older-than-her teenager he had been. "Same goes for you, Scarlet." He smiled at her, but in his eyes she could read in a split second that he was sad. They had been friends for so long. Sure, they had gone some times without seeing each other for months, but they always knew they would meet again. But this time it was final. The next time they met, he would be welcomed by her, his long lost friends and family. He grinned, one last glance, and disappeared up the stairs. She sighed and rolled her neck as the door was busted down.

"Surrender, you have no choice." A mechanical voice said behind her.

"Oh yeah?" She demanded and turned around to face to robot army. "We'll see about that."

The man could hear the sounds of battle below, and even if she was a master, she wouldnt hold them up for much longer. A boy was wating for them at the safe room. He counted the number of younglings, apprenteces, and knights and turned to the man.

"All here. Exept for Master-" He seemed to suddenly hear the fighting below. His face paled. "She didn't."

"She did." The man said. "And don't count her out to quickly. Scarlet may have gotten old, but that has never stopped her." Suddenly, the sounds of battle stopped. Everyone went dead silent. The man took one, long, fearful look at the younger boy, nodded, and raced down the stairs. No one dared speak a word. The boy shuffled everyone into the safe rom and closed the doors. They couldn't hear anything after that, so they had no idea what was going on.

Ten minutes went by. Fifteen. Twenty. Eventualy, after half an hour, the doors wooshed open. In the middle of the doorway, stood...

"Surrender, you have no choice."