I would like to thank Darth Payne, Koolinkenji, Ghostreaper181, Mandalore 18 and especially Jen Declan for helping me find information about the Jedi Masters. I salute you.

Malak had always been jealous ever since he had become good friends with Revan. Revan, who was stronger, more intelligent, and better looking was always right in front of him. When they began their training on Coruscant, Revan became popular with the other padawan instantly, while Malak was always seen exiled into a corner. It's a mystery how Revan and Malak became friends, which baffled the other students, saying that "Such a good person befriending that…that strange one makes me want to puke." During the Mandalorian wars, Malak hid his feelings of envy towards Revan, who helped defeat Mandalore and save the republic. And after they had turned to the dark side, Malak's jealousy and anger grew immensely, making secretly plot Revan's assassination. And they grew even more when Revan removed Malak's jaw in a quick lightsaber slash. And at that moment, Malak had schemed hi s masters death every single day. And his chance came when Bastila boarded Revan's ship. After Malak destroyed it, he claimed the title of Sith Lord and flew off into space.

Malak was standing on the bridge of the Leviathan , Admiral Saul Karath's flagship, and watched from the safety of the flight deck out towards the black abyss, watching the stars and observing his fleet out of harm's way.

"Lord Malak, Is there a specific objective for us to complete?" Saul asked, standing behind the new Sith Lord. Saul, a decorated officer who earned his awards in the Mandalorian Wars, was a great tactician and helped lead to the victory of the war. Malak and Revan had trusted him, because of the strict ways that he followed his orders.

"Yes, indeed there is." Malak replied as he turned back towards the admiral, "Have you heard of a young Jedi padawan named Bastila?" Malak implied. The admiral stood stiff, and looked at the corrupted Jedi directly in the eyes before answering.

"Yes, the one who uses battle meditation, correct?" Saul asked, standing attentive to Malak. Malak quickly studied Saul, and turned back towards the front of the ship, and continued his observation.

"I want my spies to find her whereabouts. Her battle meditation is a great threat, and we must be rid of her quickly. I do not want to lose a costly battle. "And with a nod, the admiral left the command bridge and entered into the next hallway. If Malak had a jaw, he would be grinning at this moment from the fact that he is now the Lord of the Sith. He had finally fulfilled his dream after months of being a lowly apprentice, and now no one could stop him.

"Why hello my APPRENTICE, "The voice made Malak's blood freeze. It was Revan's voice, but he was dead! How could he still be alive? Malak slowly turned to see a tattered, dirty, and burnt Lord Revan standing in front of the doors with Saul at his side. Revan's robes had scorch marks on them, along with tattered edges. His mask which shielded his face was blacked in certain areas, and had a noticeable dent on the right cheek. His lightsaber stayed untouched at his side, and Malak took a quick step back in surprise.

"Master! How did you-

"Enough, Malak. I am angrier than you can possibly know." Revan stated as he thrusted his hand forward, and sent Malak flying through the room. Malak smashed into the window, and was picked up again by Revan.

"If you are truly the Sith Lord, then prove to me that you can defeat me in combat!" Revan yelled, and sent him to his left and into another wall. After Malak had made contact, Revan swiftly smashed him against the wall on his right. When a loud thud was heard, the Sith Lord then launched Malak upwards and into the ceiling, making a crater form from Malak's bruised body.

"I trusted you as my best friend, and you let me down!" Revan yelled as he viciously pulled Malak back towards the ground. The ship seemed to rock from the impact, and a sickening crack followed closely behind. Malak was surely badly injured, which was what Revan wanted.

The situation for Malak was horrible. Breathing hurt, moving hurt, and even being still hurt. He was facing straight up when Revan walked up to him, bearing his crimson lightsaber. Fear imbedded itself into Malak's heart as he quickly jumped off the ground, wincing in the sharp pain coming from his torso. Malak quickly grabbed his lightsaber, yet didn't ignite the fiery blade.

"Draw your weapon, Malak. I want to see who deserves to be the Lord of the Sith." Revan said, as he held his lightsaber in front of him, waiting for his opponent to brandish his weapon. Malak began to think about his opponent, who was probably the strongest and most powerful Jedi in the galaxy, and Malak began to shake as he flipped on his fire colored lightsaber. The two Lords stared at each other, and began to walk in a circle to observe the others movements. Malak was taller and had more muscle power, and Revan was smaller and had greater speed. The two both stopped and lashed forwards with their lightsabers raised above their head.

When they made contact, Revan began a series of slashes at Malak, making the larger opponent move back from the pressure. Revan was currently using Form II lightsaber style, Makashi. Makashi was a style made specifically for lightsaber to lightsaber combat, where the user had to be elegant, and fluent. The lightsaber was usually wielded with one hand for greatly mobility. It was based on precise cuts, thrusts, and excellent counteracts for overpowering their opponent. Revan utilized this one handed style, and was expertly attacking Malak's defense as sparks flew from the two blades.

On the other hand, Malak was using form V, Shien. This style was specifically meant for deflecting blaster fire, as well as blocking lightsaber attacks. It was perfect for Malak, because it had to include muscle power, and Malak was naturally strong and built, causing the smaller Revan to increase his speed substantially. Saul and the other crewmates watched in awe as the two powerful Lords continued their great duel.

"I can sense your fatigue growing, my apprentice." Revan said as the two duelists locked lightsabers, "And my victory will be inevitable. " Malak tightened his grip on his lightsaber as Revan repeated taunted the taller Lord. Malak knew what he was doing, and tried to overcome his feelings of frustration. But for an odd reason, this only made things worse. His blocks and slashed were becoming sloppy out of anger and fear. And then, he had made the mistake of making a thrust at Revan's chest out of an act of frustration. Revan grinned under his mask in victory, and acted quickly. As he made a quick sidestep, he was at Malak's right side. Before Malak could react, Revan sliced through the air and into Malak's left hand, severing it at the wrist. Flames of pain burned into the pale man's arm, making him let out a mechanized scream. Revan used the force to leap over his opponent, and in his final attack, he cut through Malak's right wrist, making another wave of pain coarse through his apprentice's body. As the hand and the lightsaber dropped to the ground, so did Malak. Revan stood proudly above him and pointed the tip of his blood colored blade towards Malak's throat.

"You embarrass me, Malak." Revan spat as he unleashed a powerful kick to Malak's jaw, smashing into his prosthetic and making him fall onto his back cringing. Malak was in such an intense pain that he didn't even feel the kick. Revan scowled at the other Lord, making him even more disgusted to what his best friend had become; a piece of Sith Trash. Using the force, Revan lifted up his apprentice in the air, and began to choke him with invisible forces, making Malak gag in horror.

"Tell you what, Malak." Revan said as he increased the pressure on his apprentice's neck, "I'll forgive your betrayal and forget about this battle, if you do a little favor for me." Malak was then dropped to the ground and began to wheeze heavily. He had no chance to live, and, at this moment, wouldn't have a chance to take the mantle of Sith Lord. He would regret this moment, and would always until his next chance for a rebellion would occur. So now, he had only one option; submit.

"W-what is thy bidding…m-my master?" Malak asked out of his wheezes and grunts of pain. Once again, Malak would grudgingly assume the role of apprentice, with Revan remaining the Dark Lord of the Sith. Revan grinned under his mask, knowing full well that Malak was once again under his powerful control.

"During my fight with Bastila and the other Jedi padawans, there was a minor disturbance in which allowed that wench to leave safely." Revan said, turning his back on his pathetic comrade, "I want you to capture this disturbance, and bring him to me ALIVE. And while you're at it, kill Bastila for me too." Malak absorbed these words with accord, and winced in pain once more.

"But, until then, you must be healed. Saul, get this weak excuse for a Sith Lord into the med bay." Saul was quick to act and was already ordering a team to retrieve Malak. And after a few more moments, Malak, Saul, and Malak's severed hands were gone from the command bridge, leaving Revan and the other crewmates left alone.

"I want a shuttle ready to transport me back to my fleet. And send them a message that I'm still alive." Revan ordered, leaving the crew to contact and work. Revan observed them for awhile, and then turned his gaze outside towards the frontier of space.

"What a rotten apprentice I have. I could sure use a new one."


After being fully healed, dressed, and briefed about Dantooine, Galen was ready to leave the ship he called a prison. After his intense migraine, he was moved to a holding cell in another part of the Starstreaker. With no one to speak to and growing boredom, Starkiller considered this an unbelievable hell. He could break out of his captivity using the force, but if he did, dozens of republic soldiers would be on him like a starved rancor in a city of humans. Plus, it was more interesting this way, considering that he saw a Jedi standing before him so casually. This woman, this Bastila, was very intriguing. She was the fourth woman he had met that hadn't tried to kill him and the first Jedi who was being hunted for all he knew. He was baffled by what Bastila had said about the fact that hundreds of Jedi existed in the world, and they were heading towards an enclave at this moment. Galen never said anything about them all being wiped and, and decided to bring up the subject when he met with the masters that the padawan spoke of.

Galen at this moment was in a transport shuttle with this Jedi at his side, and Commander Carth Onasi of the republic fleet. Carth seemed to dislike him, and thought that it was best that he kept his distance from the strange soldier. Bastila on the other hand was more social, and more friendly at that. She had the same accent as Juno had, and seemed to look just as good. He looked at the lightsaber that she wore on her side, and wondered at what color it was.

"Don't get any ideas." Carth said, making Galen jump back slightly, and making him gaze at the other man.

"Carth, would you knock it off. It's bad enough that you pushed him from your mind, and now you're making sure he doesn't kill us all." Bastila scolded, giving Carth somewhat of a glare.

"How could you trust this guy? We only just met him! For all we know he could be a Sith!" Carth exclaimed, jabbing a finger at the bewildered Starkiller. There was an awkward pause that filled the air, along with complete silence.

"Sir, we have arrived." The pilot spoke through the intercom, interrupting the moment. Carth gave Galen one last glare and exited down the boarding ramp.

"I'm sorry, he takes his duties much too far." Bastila stated as she followed the commander. Galen soon came after them. The enclave was much bigger than he expected, and was in a dome shape. The landing pad was in the center of the building, which he had never seen before. When he entered to the outside, he was astonished to witness many Jedi walking around, looking as if they had many things to do. This greatly surprised Starkiller, who had never seen so many in his lifetime. He had heard from Lord Vader that they looked normal, but had very corrupted souls. Galen didn't sense any corruption in any of these people, and glanced around repeatedly before dashing after Bastila and Carth.

"What was wrong with you?" Bastila asked flashing a small style, "You look like you've never seen a Jedi before." Galen gave her a crooked smile and looked at all the Jedi they had passed until they entered a large, open room. And there, directly before him, stood for people dressed in Jedi master robes. One was a twi'lek, who had the look of a warrior upon his eyes, one was a dark skinned human who began to study Galen, one was a bald, grumpy old man, and the next was a small, large eared creature that Starkiller had never seen before. He had sensed great power within them, which signified that they were the masters that Bastila had spoken of.

"Greetings, Bastila. It looks that you have returned safe, along with two visitors." The twi'lek said, bowing his head gracefully before them, "May I ask your reason?" Carth looked at each master carefully, making a quick examination. Galen had done the same, noticing the bald man's glare.

"It seems that you have brought a person strong in the force, young padawan." The midget thing said, and turned its gaze towards the startled Galen. "I am master Vandar. I welcome you to the Jedi enclave of Dantooine." The old man scowled and stood up straight, eyeing Galen.

"I am master Vrook, and I must say that I have very high suspicions of you." Vrook stated, making a tough glare at Galen, "And it seems that you are not in the light."

"He's not in the darkness either." Bastila said, stepping between Vrook and Galen, "And I bet that you've noticed too, right?" Vrook snarled and drew back.

"Don't mind master Vrook, he's always like this." The ebony colored man apologized, grinning at Galen, "I am Master Dorak, and I too welcome you." He held out his hand to Galen, and Starkiller eagerly reached out and shook it.

"And I am Master Zhar. And I am most curious about this young man." The twi'lek said, while stepping in to shake Galen's hand as well, "I would like to know where you came from." Galen took a deep breath and fondled with his lightsaber at his side. When he appeared before Bastila that day, somehow the energy crystal in his lightsaber shattered, leaving it totally useless as an ornament.

"Well, for starters, my name is Galen, but when my master met me, he named me Starkiller. And I will say that I was once a sith." He said as he gulped. Almost immediately, Carth and Vrook jerked towards Galen, each fingering their weapons at their hips.

"Calm down now! This isn't the time for this!" Dorak yelled, rotating his gaze at the two men. After a pause, they both settled down and looked at the floor silently.

"A sith you say?" Vandar asked, staring up at Galen, "Would you let us know who you're master was?" Galen bit his lip. He didn't think that they would know.

"His name was Darth Vader. And almost twenty years ago, he and his troops destroyed the Jedi council and wiped out almost all of them." Everyone except Galen jumped back in surprise to what Starkiller had said.

"I'm not lying!" Galen shouted, clenching his fists, "I even helped eliminate the last few, and I know this for a fact!" The entire room was quiet, with nervous looks being shared, along with silent whispers.

"See! I knew that he was mad! Just look at him! I had never seen robes like that before!" Vrook yelled while jabbing a finger at Galen, who grit his teeth in anger to what this Jedi had to say about him.

"Calm down at once!" Vandar yelled calmly while keeping a firm gaze upon Galen, "I want to know your side of the story. The Jedi still live, yet in your words they have all but perished? I am very curious, and yet we all have no reason to trust you yet." Vandar said, making Galen's heart sink. He knew that he probably wouldn't make the masters believe him, and he was right. And now there was nothing for him in life anymore.

"But," Vandar spoke, with all eyes on him. "If you were to stay here and train in the light, maybe we will learn to believe your stories. And, we could grow to trust you. I have noticed that you are already trained in the force, but in the dark side. I want you to learn what it is to be a true Jedi." What Vandar said stunned the other masters and Bastila, and made Carth gape in disbelief.

"So do you agree?" Vandar asked Galen with a stern voice. At this moment, Starkiller was speechless, and didn't have any clue what he could say. Everything had happened so fast, and yet he had no chance to say anything in the matter. But he had sworn to turn to the light from Kato, and he wasn't going to back down. He had even received the rare Jedi robes from him as a gift, so he couldn't let his friend down.

"I'll do it." Galen nodded, making Vandar grin.

"Excellent. I shall prepare a room for you immediately." The short creature replied as he scurried off out of the room.

"Well this isn't a bad choice, I like Vandar's request." Zhar said as he flashed a big smile. Galen and Bastila suddenly sensed that he had an idea in mind.

"Are you serious, Zhar?" Vrook asked, clenching his fists tightly, "Do you really trust that "sith"?"

"If Vandar does, then I will. But first things first, I would like to see a short sparring match between Galen and Bastila." The two Jedi abruptly turned towards Zhar with the look of shock upon their faces, making Dorak chuckle to himself.

"But my lightsaber is dysfunctional! I need a new power crystal before I fight!" Galen said, pointing towards the weapon on his hip. Before he could react, Zhar tossed a lightsaber in his direction and he caught it reflexively.

"Here, I trust that you won't break it?" the twi'lek asked, making an even larger grin at Starkiller. Galen hesitated, but then lit the sapphire colored blade in acknowledgement. Bastila had glared angrily at the master, yet ignited her golden colored lightsaber in acceptance towards the small duel. In everyone's surprise, Galen spun the lightsaber around so that the blade pointed behind him.

"Just to warn you, every time I had sparred for lightsaber combat, I usually had to kill my enemy. Just watch out for me, okay?" Galen asked, smirking to Bastila.

"Choose your words carefully, because I'm not holding back." The female padawan replied, heading into the first lightsaber style, Shii-Cho. Shii-Cho is the most ancient lightsaber fighting style, which was made from original sword fighting styles. It was the simplest style, which was usually taught at a young age. Being simple, it was still powerful, and was sometimes used to attack more enemies at once. It was often used to disable opponents, rather than defeating them.

Without a word, Galen lashed out towards Bastila and began a series of multiple strikes, making the fastest and strongest slashes that Bastila had ever saw. The masters watched it in awe as Galen made his fast and speedy movements to pin the female padawan against a wall. To quickly get into the defensive, Bastila had switched to Soresu and parried Galen's amazing strikes. Being backed into a corner, Bastila had quickly rolled to her side, jumped back to her feet, and dashed back towards the middle of the room. When Starkiller turned to face her, the wall was already covered in blackened lines.

And like his first strike, Galen leaped at Bastila without hesitation and the sparks flew once again. In lightsaber combat, Bastila usually tried to win by making her opponent frustrated. But in sparring and practices, it usually never worked, and at this moment it wasn't. Still, Galen's relentless attacks were remarkable, and his lightsaber always moved in a blur.

"That's enough." Zhar said, interrupting the violent sparring match, "I don't want you to lose any hands in this practice match." Galen tossed Zhar's inactive lightsaber back to him, and the master grabbed it without taking his gaze from Starkiller.

"Your fighting style…it seems as though you use ancient Sith Shien." Zhar stated, scratching his head. Sith Shien was just as ancient as the original form V. It was rarely used, and focused on completely overwhelming the opponent with aggressive attacks. Galen was also utilizing Ataru and Juyo styles. Ataru was another aggressive style, and was created recently among the Jedi. It was based around strength, agility, and speed rather than skill. The users would use the force to enhance their body, and was able to do flips and somersaults in the air to attack and dodge. It was mostly used against one opponent because of the intense focus you would have to have. It was very useful, because the user was able to attack from different angles, and different sides of the opponent. And in combat, Ataru looked like a blur.

Now Form IV, Juyo, was rarely used because of how violent it was. The time when Galen was born, the practiced disappeared, and the users who had included Master Vrook. It was hard to use, because of the fact that the user had to enjoy the fight and they had to open their inner darkness to use it, which sent most of the learners to the dark side. Vrook was stunned when he saw this, thinking that only a few Jedi could master this style and not yet fall back towards the dark side, but this young Jedi happens to remain in the gray.

"You are very skilled, Galen. I have noticed that you use three styles well with each other, making yourself very deadly in combat. I also sense the great force power you have, and that you are very powerful. I will be the one to train you in the light, and Bastila shall be there to help guide you." And with that, Zhar left with the annoyed Vrook and an amused Master Dorak, leaving Bastila, Galen, and Carth alone in the large, round room.

"I had to admit, Galen, that you are strong." Bastila said, giving Starkiller a grin.

"You weren't so bad yourself. You defended yourself so well that I couldn't see any openings!" Galen complimented as the two chatted.

"Hey," Carth said, interrupting the praising, "For Bastila and the Masters to trust you, I won't be too aggressive towards you, but I still don't trust you quite yet. I'm going to ask for a room, and you better not leave this place." Carth said as he left behind the Jedi Masters.

Bastila sighed, giving Galen a small smile. For a moment, Galen could feel his heart beat wildly in his chest, but then a picture of Juno flashed in his mind and he spun away, from the padawan.

"I uh, better go find Master Vandar. I'll, uh, see you tomorrow." Starkiller said as he left Bastila without another word. Bastila stared after the young Jedi as he disappeared behind a set of doors.

Next Chapter: Bastila gets a new weapon