Ten years later...

The now fifteen year old silent boy with the dark emotionless eyes followed his fellow padawan colleagues out of the lightsaber training room. In today's sparring session he had managed to reach a stalemate against one of the best duellists in his group, a Togrutan girl named Ave. He had kept his cool and defended himself when Ave had pressed relentlessly him with her unique duelling style until the end of the lesson. His high level of patience and lack of pride impressed the duelling teacher and his fellow padawan learners. As he reached the exit he heard a voice from behind him.

"Hey Oran," the voice said. He turned, since Oran was the name given to him by Master Rutt. It was Ave. "Nice duelling today. I almost used all my skill on you. If I did, you would have lost the duel within ten seconds." Oran nodded, but his facial expression remained the same. He let the other padawans take the left corridor while he walked down the one on the right. The corridor was deserted, and was illuminated by a harsh white light. Suddenly he stopped and his hand shot up to his head, clutching his forehead in a sudden realisation of an excruciating headache. He doubled over, detecting an alien presence in his head. It was strange yet familiar in a way he could not comprehend. The presence then spoke.

"It is time, youngling."

Still in agonising pain Oran found himself on his knees with his head bowed. "What is your bidding, my master," Oran found himself saying.

"Proceed with mission 7. You will meet your contact in the nearest pub to you. Do not fail me"

"As you wish, my master," he said. It was as if his mouth had developed a mind of its own. Then, as quickly as it had come, the presence and the pain disappeared from his mind. As soon as the pain receded, his previously contorted face returned to its normal emotionless state. He started down the corridor again, this time with a different route in mind: the archives. He was going to steal a Jedi holocron. He walked without hesitation since deep down he knew this was his true destiny. Yet he was not nervous. He knew the presence in his head was a Sith. Yet he was not afraid. Because he couldn't be afraid. In fact, Oran the silent padawan had no feelings at all.

It had been that way for as long as he could remember. Once he discovered this trait that set him apart from other beings he had begun to mimic the behaviour of others his age in order not to arouse suspicion. This had worked well at times, but his infinite patience and calm attracted praise from the Jedi Masters who taught him. He was labelled as having the characteristics that every Jedi should have. Characteristics displayed by the highest ranking Jedi in the Temple. He spent his entire childhood training himself to become a better Jedi. Whenever he could he would train himself in lightsaber combat while the other padawans made friends with each other. He had an average midichlorian count, yet he pushed himself to lift heavy things and do other Force-related workouts. Now his skill with the lightsaber rivalled the best padawans'. His Force-gripping of light objects was almost flawless. He should have been thanking the Jedi that taught him all these skills. Instead, he was about to betray them all. He found himself in the archives where he was met with the face of the Librarian.

"Can I help you young one?" she inquired.

"No thank you madam Librarian," Oran replied. "I know what I'm looking for".

He watched the middle aged brown haired slim woman walk away and he returned to his mission. He made his way to the holocron bank. A few years ago he had subconsciously learned the pass code by watching other Jedi. He realised that his entire existence had been for this mission. Upon reaching the entrance, he waved his hand across the keypad and the lock pieces rearranged themselves to form a pentagon and the door slid open. The holocron bank was illuminated by the various colours of the holocrons themselves. As he made his way through the room, he knew which holocron to take. He stood in the middle of the room and took a holocron on his top-right hand side: the one with the names and locations of Force sensitive children. He left the bank, and found the Librarian standing a few metres from the entrance.

"I've been instructed not to let anyone take any holocrons from the bank," she said. Where are you taking that holocron, boy?"

Oran kept quiet and continued walking. The Librarian realised what was going on just in time and Force pushed Oran towards the now closed holocron bank entrance. He felt the wind getting knocked out of him as he slammed hard against the entrance and collapsed to the floor.

"Traitor to the Jedi cause!" the librarian cried. "You must be brought to justice!"

As she drew her communicator to her lips, Oran drew his lightsaber and attacked. He ran towards her and ignited his lightsaber while she ignited hers, a moment before the two blue-coloured blades clashed in a sizzle.

"Foolish padawan," the Librarian said behind the crossed blades. "I am a Jedi Master."

She pushed Oran away and swung her saber horizontally towards his left arm. He blocked it, twisted around and swung at her head. She parried the strike and attacked again. This went on for a few minutes, until the Librarian gained the upper hand. Her speed and agility was almost too much for Oran to handle, but as always he kept his cool. He used the Force, hoping to balance the scales and get back into the fight. He made an acrobatic leap over the Librarian whilst parrying her saber and landed on one knee, dropping his saber and using both hands to Force lift her several feet into the air. He brought her crashing down to the floor and sent her up again with just one hand. She was ready for her second drop, however, and landed on her feet. She leapt towards him and swung her saber twice while still in mid air, causing Oran to summon his saber with the Force and block the oncoming onslaught. She landed on her feet and Force pushed him towards a railing where he fell over and plummeted to the floor below.

He didn't hit the bottom, however, as the Librarian Force gripped him in mid air and brought him up to be almost level with her head. She looked at him with reproachful eyes and sent him crashing towards the blue checkered data banks. He felt his left shoulder blade to bend to an uncomfortable angle. He winced, but noticed the pain gradually receding. The librarian kept him pressed against the data bank and walked towards him, her right arm outstretched and her left arm moving towards her lips to start communicating. When she was directly in front of him, Oran summoned his lightsaber from the floor behind the Librarian with the Force, ignited it and flicked his wrist from right to left. He missed her head by millimetres as she ducked at the last minute, releasing him from the Force grip. He landed on his feet and the duel commenced yet again.

During the first half of the duel he had been overwhelmed by the Librarian's expert duelling skills, but now he had discovered a pattern to her attacks. She would attack twice then block, attack three times and block, then attack three times and block twice. He timed it right and sidestepped when she was using the first of her three attacks. She staggered forward as he twisted and back slashed towards her back. She turned and blocked but he was ready for that too. He clashed his blade against hers and pushed it towards her head. He then pulled back suddenly, getting the Librarian thrown off balance. He swung his left elbow in a wide arc and hit her wrist, sending her lightsaber cluttering to the floor. He started swinging his saber viciously at her but she kept on dodging. She made a swiping motion with her left hand and Oran's saber fell from his hand. She then Force summoned his saber to her left hand and her own to her right hand.

"You are no match for me padawan," said the Librarian in a steady voice. "Surrender now or suffer the consequences."

Oran ran towards her and Force leapt, but it was not to attack. He landed on a data bank and ran on it. He leapt from bank to bank until he was on the other side of the huge room. Seeing that Oran wanted to escape, the Librarian went for her communicator but in shock saw that it was smashed. Oran had broken it when he hit her wrist with his elbow. She silently cursed, and she followed in pursuit. Oran saw an air vent and set about to cut it with his lightsaber. The Librarian was gaining, but he managed to cut through the vent just in time. He crawled through and travelled as fast as he could on his knees. He turned a corner and heard movement behind him. The Librarian was gaining on him. He had also memorised the system of air vents subconsciously, and his acquired information was what was standing between him and certain failure on his mission. And he knew he could not fail. A few minutes later he saw light at the end of the vent he was on. Fortunately Jedi security prevented intruders from coming in, not from going out. Within a few seconds he had cut through the vent exit and was looking down. The sides of the Jedi Temple slanted downwards, meaning he could slide down and slow himself down with the Force at the bottom.

He heard movement behind him and the Librarian suddenly appeared with a scornful look on her face. Without second thought, Oran leaped off the vent and slid down. His black padawan hair tail flapped in the wind as he started gaining speed. He looked up and saw that the Librarian was hot on his trail. By the time he reached the bottom everything was a blur. He summoned the Force and pushed in front of him, making him float in the air for a second before he landed perfectly on one knee. He started running just as the Librarian landed behind him. He had hoped she wouldn't catch up since he was much younger than her, but she never let down her pace. His breath caught in his chest and his lungs screamed in protest. He wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer. When he was a measurable distance from the Temple he felt himself get dragged of his feet and flung several feet forward, where he landed face first in a large thud. The Librarian had Force pushed him from behind. He turned around and propped himself on his elbows, waiting for the inevitable.

He suddenly felt a Force wielding presence behind him and felt his face heat up from a sudden and unexpected barrage of purple Force lightning. The librarian had expected this however, and responded by igniting her lightsaber and blocking the torrent. Oran turned to get a look at his saviour. Through the forks of Force lightning he could see a robed humanoid figure, the lightning casting shadows across his barely revealed face. A Sith had come to his aid. Instead of thanking him, Oran ignited his lightsaber and jumped to attack the Librarian as soon as the lightning barrage ceased. The Sith then joined him and together they let loose a flurry of attacks that soon had the Librarian at a disadvantage. Seeing this, she looked for a way out. She opted to go through the weakest of the two, and in some strange coincidence, the two attackers sprung a trap. Oran sidestepped the attack and mimicked the Librarian's hand swipe gesture and disarmed her. The Sith let loose a torrent of Force lightning which sent her flying through the air. The Sith pulled her back to himself with the Force and drew his lightsaber which ignited with a snap-hiss and its crimson blade tore through the chest of the Librarian. She gasped, stared with wide open eyes behind the Sith's shoulder where Oran stood, shuddered slightly and collapsed with her forehead on his shoulder. He dropped her limp form to the ground and returned his saber to his belt. He turned and looked at Oran.

"You secured the holocron?" he inquired in a raspy voice. Oran nodded and handed him the holocron.

"Excellent." He handed a data chip to Oran who took it without hesitation. "Use that to wipe the evidence from the security feeds. I will get rid of the Jedi's body. Soon Lord Marek shall have the names of all potential Force users in the galaxy." He chuckled drily and walked away in long strides. Without second thought, Oran turned and walked back towards the Temple.