First Star Wars story I've made. I own the concept of this story, Darth Stav, and each other character in this story. Lucas Arts owns the rest.
Form VIII
Prologue
Ixel stared at the bloody corpses scattered across the hallway. He was urged through the force that there were five wayward Jedi, and then the Jedi who warned him, whoever he was, was hacked to pieces. Ixel clenched his fist, and then calmed himself. He knew that if he was angry now, his rage would envelop him until he swayed to the dark side. He was determined not to have that happen.
"Hello Master Ixel." Ixel whirled around, and stared at his apprentice's bloody torso. "You're going to be our next victim."
Ixel grunted and activated his saber staff, hearing the familiar snap-hiss. The purple and orange hues mixed as he twirled the saber to deflect an underhand slash. Ixel dropped to the ground, and swept his leg across the floor. He made contact with his apprentice, Gustar, and the latter slipped. Gustar used the force to push him back up, flipping back to avoid Ixel's stab.
Ixel paused, his force awareness detecting the moving figure behind him. "Come and get me!" he mocked, beckoning at Gustar. Gustar rushed, and slashed down at Ixel's saber staff. Ixel caught it on the right side of his staff, and slashed the left side into Gustar's right kidney. At that exact second, Ixel surrendered himself to the force to block the other ambusher behind him. He followed through with his slash, and brought the staff behind his back. In the nick of time, it deflected the other rogue Jedi's stab, and decapitated him.
"Goodbye Jedi scum!" came a voice from down the hallway. Ixel glanced down the hallway and watched as a thermal detonator bounced down. He shielded himself with the force as the blast went off, the searing crimson heat simply maneuvered around him. He reached out in the force at his attacker, and felt three force sensitive men fly off in a freighter. He was enraged, and acted against the teachings of his master. He embraced his rage, letting it flow through him. He focused on the ship's engine, and the durasteel material covering started to bend. He crushed it a few seconds later, and the ship was engulfed in a flame. He felt the presences disappear in the force, and smiled.