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The Attack

'My Lord, our fleets have located the base. Admiral Ordo is on the comlink,' one of the admirals said. The comlink came to life displaying the familiar face of the Admiral.

'This is Canderous,' He said. His voice was cold and old, sounded tired, but still rough and tough. He looked at me with ice grey eyes. His hair was grey, and the scars on his face showed that the old Mandalorian had been in many battles. He wore his usually clothes, because he had refused to wear any 'clothes which had been designed by some blind gizka brain.' His usual clothes were black pants, a black t-shirt and a red jacked, and he always had a huge rifle on his back and a blade on his belt. He was tall and had a muscular body, self-confidence raced off of him. The rest of the crew feared this big Mandalorian, and with right. He could kill you in a second.

'You were right. The base is underneath your old academy. My men are ready to make the assault. What are your orders?'

'We will start the attack when I arrive with the remaining fleets, Have you surrounded the base?' I asked.

'Surrounded the base? I have heard no such orders.'

'I gave the order to Bastila.' I snarled. 'Where is she?'

'Bastila is searching with some of the other troops. She has not given the order to surround the base, if we found it.' He replied.

'Surround the base, but do not attack before I arrive.' I said before I turned of the comlink.

'Bastila,' I growled.

'What is your bidding, my master?' one of the dark Jedi asked

'Get the fleet ready. We are leaving for Dantooine.'

I went aboard on the Star cruiser, and we jumped into hyperspace. After a few days, we finally arrived on Dantooine the army was ready to start the attack. When my feet hit the ground I could sense the fear and anger around me. I stopped and took a deep breath, filling my lungs of the air of Dantooine.

The attack had already started.

I looked around, my eyes searching for someone in charge, who might explain why the battle had started, despite my orders of waiting. My eyes behind the mask locked on one man, screaming out orders to soldiers around him. I walked towards him, steeping over dead bodies lying in my path, stepping in pools of blood, listening to the sounds of screams and explosions.

The Sith captain was covered in blood. The sweat ran down his face, and in his hands he was holding tightly a rifle tightly, he pointed it towards his enemies, who fell by his shots. 'My Lord! Be careful!' he screamed to me, but his words were almost swallowed by the sounds of explosions.

'Why did the battle start? Why was my order disobeyed?' I asked the captain.

The captain continued to fire a few shoots, then ran to me. 'What did you say, My Lord?

'What happened? Why did the battle start, and why was my order disobeyed?' I said.

'We did not have any choice, my Lord. They surprised us, and we had to defend ourselves.'

I turned around and walked towards the old Jedi Enclave, which lay in ruins after Malak's attack a time ago. I released the two lightsaber hanging on my belt and tighten my grip around them. I ignited them and held one of the up in front of my face and stared into it. The humming from the lightsaber was soothing, and the violet light from it was beautiful. 'How can something so beautiful be so deadly?'

One after one, soldiers fell at my feet, slaughtered by my lightsabers. I used the Force to throw soldiers away and used Force lightning to fry others. They fled and I felt the trill of battle.

I looked over my shoulder, after hearing a familiar voice calling out a battle cry, and saw Canderous. His eyes shone as he fought, and he parried, launched and killed as easily as if he was dancing, no, in his case, drinking. Even though the sounds were overwhelming, amidst the cries of battle his voice rang out screaming 'Attack!' several times. His lust for battle was even greater than my own.

Suddenly I heard someone scream 'Jedi!' I turned sharply and looked in the direction where the scream came from, and at the sight my brain promptly refused to believe my eyes. Some yards away I saw a tall male human with black hair and a muscled body.

He turned around and I saw his face. I recognized his deep brown eyes; it was Master Shrick, the leader of the many groups of Republic soldiers. He killed every Sith soldier he came across with his ice blue lightsabers.

I started to advance towards him slowly, my grip on the lightsabers tightening by each step I took. My eyes were fixed on him. He saw me through the throng of Republic soldiers and Sith soldiers, and he started to walk towards me. I felt rage and anger boiling inside, but controlled rage; dangerous rage. The darkness surrounding me giving me strength. As a polar opposite, the light surrounding Master Shrick made him shine like the twin suns of Tatooine.

In a flash our lightsabers met; violet clashing with ice blue. I felt his strength through his lightsaber and looked him in the eyes.

'Is that all you got? I thought you would be stronger than that, Master Shrick. You disappoint me!' I mocked.

'Don't do this Revan,' he replied 'It is not too late. You can still turn from the dark side. Turn from the dark path and walk into the light.' His words made me remember what had happened on the Star Forge, when Jolee and Juhani tried to make me turn from the path I had chosen.

'And become a pawn of the Jedi Council? I would rather die than serve the Jedi again!' I snarled.

'I don't want to kill you, Revan, but I will if you do not stop this at once!'

'Kill me? I am the Dark Lord of the Sith, and you are just an old fool! I will slaughter you if you don't surrender and join my cause!'

'I will never fall to the dark side!' He yelled in my face.

'Then you must die,' I said and doubled the strength of my attack. Our lightsabers met in a deafening clash as he parried. He used the Force and made me fall. In response, I used the Force to push him, and then we were back on our feet running towards each other. In a swift motion one of his lightsabers bit into my side. Pain shot through me, making me pause to grasp the wound for a second. But before he could finish what he thought he had started, I straightened and attacked him again. My left lightsaber parried his oncoming attacks while my right saber stabbed into him. His eyes stared sadly at me as he crumpled at the end of my saber, sinking at the tip and into a pool of his own blood.

In matters of hours, the battle was over.

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