(Disclaimer: In this chapter, if you recognize it, I still don't own it. G. Lucas owns Star Wars, JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. My special character still hasn't shown up yet.)

Section 2

Meanwhile, thousands of light years away, a grey, triangle shaped, massive ship floated peacefully in space. It was over a mile long, with numerous weapon hardpoints dotting the surface. It exuded the feel of invincible power, of strength too massive to comprehend.

It was not alone.

The Kuat Drive Yards Imperial-Class Mark II Star Destroyer was merely one out of thirty that surrounded the planet below. With its planetary shields, ground based ion cannons and turbolasers, numerous Golan-Class Defensive Battle Platforms, the space fleet, and thousands of smaller frigates; Coruscant is one of the most heavily defended planets in the galaxy.

On the surface itself, there resides one of the most heavily guarded buildings in the galaxy. The Imperial Palace is a massive complex, over one mile long at certain points. One might think that the extra size might propose more of a security risk; but this is not true. Oh no, the more space you have, the more Imperial Stormtroopers you can fit in.

One of the most heavily guarded rooms in the galaxy is on Coruscant and in the Imperial Palace. This room is known as the Imperial Throne Room. Many people have gone in; few come out. Those that do come out depart ridiculously rich and satisfied. Those that don't, well, we won't mention them. On this particularly fine day (all days are fine on Coruscant; there is precious little moisture left in the atmosphere), a particularly striking red haired woman is walking into the Throne Room. As the Emperor's Hand, she has no fear of execution; her last ten missions have been utterly successful.

Five malcontent senators completely annihilated, one rebel cell leader captured and tortured, three saboteurs apprehended and strapped to their own activated bombs (The Emperor had been especially pleased with that mission), and one jedi killed.

Not bad for a month.

Mara Jade knelt before Emperor Palpatine. "You summoned me, my master. What is your command?" The Emperor turned to her from his position beside the window. "Ah, my loyal servant; there is a certain planet on the far flung edges of the galaxy know as Earth. This Earth has been charted, but only a few have ever landed on the surface. The planet itself is so backward that they are barely reaching into space. They count it as an accomplishment if they can put a satellite in orbit around their planet.

"However, some of my Dark Jedi have rebelled and fled to this planet. My spies have reported that they have joined forces with a man named Voldemort, who is now styling himself a Dark Lord. There can be only two Dark Lords at a time!" his voice dropped to a snarl. "I do not like deserters, I do not like rebellions," his voice reach a crescendo, "and I most especially despise Sith imposters!

"Your mission is to go to this planet, kill the Dark Jedi, and kill this 'Lord Voldemort' in a suitably painful way."

Mara Jade raised an eyebrow. "What are my assets for this mission master? Wouldn't a Star Destroyer do a better job than I?"

The Emperor took his time in answering. "I want this planet to realize the existence of other beings very slowly. This planet is one of the few that I feel will have a major effect in the future. Also, this is a stealth mission. If we just bomb them out of existence, we cannot be sure we hit them. Whereas, it you kill them quietly, and see the bodies, we will be sure. You will have not support from the army either, so you must be prepared for anything. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Be careful; I have reason to believe that these Dark Jedi have found certain recordings from Darth Revan and Darth Bane. As such, they could be potentially more dangerous than anyone you have ever faced."

"I will do my best."

"I expect nothing less. You are dismissed."

Mara strode out of the Throne Room. She nodded to the next person in line; a small man who was pale and shaking. She continued down the corridor. Her meeting with the Emperor had gone remarkably well. Judging by the screams coming from down the hallway, the little pale man wasn't so lucky. No matter. If the Emperor wanted to punish someone, that was his business.

She marched up to the armory door. She pulled out her comlink and requested a small inconspicuous scout ship, fully provisioned. After receiving an affirmative, she held out her security card to the stormtrooper at the door. He took it, swiped it through the card reader, and handed it back to her. She walked past him and froze while several different scanners checked her out. Having received a pass, she walked in and selected several items. One blaster, one dart launcher, twenty paralysis darts, two frag grenades, one concussion grenade, one thermal detonator, and a survival kit. Moving to a console, she checked her selection out of the inventory.

One quick walk later and she was onboard her scout ship. Coruscant Security gave her the heads up, and she left the system.

Mara Jade came out of hyperspace a safe distance away from earth. Observing it, she realized that earth was one of the more…normal planets she had seen. She activated her sensor jammer and dove towards the surface. Luckily she was on the night side and was not visually observed. Mara headed for the coordinates the Emperor had given her. As she got closer, she realized that these coordinates were located on a small island. She was puzzled. Why fight for such a little area when they could take the large continent on the left or right? What was so important that they had to fight on such a small area? The ship continued in. She landed in a deserted field of some kind of grass. Opening the hatch, she grabbed her backpack and climbed out.

Scarcely had she planted her feet on the ground when her danger sense went wild. Mara dived into a tight roll and came up behind a wing. The air was filled with what looked like blaster bolts; that couldn't be right, the Emperor had said that this planet was technologically backwards; where did they get blasters? She focused, expanding her sphere of awareness. Within a second she realized that there were at least twenty beings and one dark shadow in the force that could only be one of the rouge Jedi. Another second and she had established that these beings were all concentrated in one spot, heading towards her. They were certainly amateur; no military force in the galaxy would make such a mistake. She armed a frag grenade and tossed it into the concentration. The dark spot yelled a warning.

"Get out of the way! That's a grenade!"

Alas, it was too late. The grenade detonated, killing ten instantly and fatally wounding another five. Mara pulled out her blaster and leaped out from behind the wing. She triggered three shots in quick succession while she was in the air and managed to hit one man. He went down screaming. As he fell she rolled and came up with her blaster pointing at the next two men. One was only another of those strange fighters, the other was the shadowy figure she felt. As soon as she saw him she knew this was one of the Dark Jedi. He moved his hand and her blaster flew from her grip, despite the efforts she made to retain it, both physically and through the Force. She tried to get away but he grabbed her in the force and held her tight.

She realized that this Jedi had definitely found the lost teachings of Revan. For one, the armor he was wearing was reminiscent of the great Sith Lord, right down to the Revan-style helmet. Also, none of the Dark Side adepts were ever trained to this level; only through dedicated individual training could have turned this weakling into such a powerful being.

Her last thought was punctuated by pain as the Jedi ripped her belt and holster from around her waist; her bandolier from around her chest; and her dart launcher and her accompanying darts from separate parts of her body. Only then did he pull her towards them. The other man started to move towards the ship. The Dark Jedi was furious.

"Leave it, Draco!"

The other man ignored him and continued to move towards the ship. The Dark Jedi flew into a rage.

"I SAID LEAVE IT!"

Draco pointed his wand at the Jedi. "I don't take orders from you, Weirdo! I serve the Dark Lord!"

The Jedi didn't say anything, but Mara could feel the anger and hate rolling from him in waves. She was almost knocked unconscious from the sheer force of this man's hate. When he next spoke it was in a dangerously calm and reasonable voice. "I don't care who you serve, I told you to stay away from that ship and you will stay away from that ship."

Draco sneered. "Loosen up, mud-blood. I'm going. That that is the end of the discussion. Live with it." He resumed his walk towards the ship.

The Dark Jedi lost his temper. He completely blew his top. The explosion of Mt. St. Helen's paled in comparison. Draco was picked bodily up and flung against a tree. After being hit with a large jolt of electricity. The Dark Jedi would have done more, except that he suddenly remembered that he was holding Mara in the air and completely lost interest in Draco.

"Now, will you join me and help me gain control of this pathetic planet? I assure you however, this is not the extent of our plans. Oh no. After we control this planet we will make our move on more small time planets until we have enough resources to build ourselves a fleet. Our power shall grow and we will take on the Emperor himself! Will you join me?"

Mara spat. "Never! I serve the Emperor. Nothing you can do to me will change that! Nothing! You'll never defeat the Emperor!"

"Ah, loyalty. What a quaint and naïve emotion. Even so, loyalty directed towards the right person can be a powerful tool."

"I suppose you mean yourself."

"Of course."

"Go boil your head, laser-brain!"

"Ah, you're not going to make this easy, are you? Good. We want to have some fun." He snapped his fingers. "Come here."

At first Mara thought he was talking to her, and was about to start yelling about how ugly he was and insulting everything she could think of; but the other Dark Jedi came out of the woods. The one holding her pointed towards the ship.

"Take that and hide it in a cave. I don't care where the cave is, just hide it."

The other Dark Jedi moved off. Mara started to yell at him. "What kind of Dark Sider are you? Listening to his orders and docilely carrying them out? Where is your self respect?"

The one holding her looked bemused. She couldn't see his face of course, but his entire body spoke of bemusement. "How could I have forgotten my manners? This is my apprentice, Darth Mendax. Mendax, this is Mara Jade, the Emperor's Hand."

Darth Mendax bowed. When he spoke, his voice sounded like sandpaper. It was a sharp contrast to the other's smooth, honeyed tones. "It is indeed a pleasure, my lady."

Mara sneered. "The feeling is mutual, I'm sure," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The other Jedi was pleased. "Excellent! My name is Darth Limin."

Mara spun on him. "Are you insane? There can be only two Dark Lords! Those positions are already filled!"

Limin didn't react. "Your Emperor and your Darth Vader are not true Sith. We are the true Sith. We have been trained in the Dark Side by Darth Revan himself. With the ancient Sith techniques, nothing will be able to stop us.

"Your pitiful excuses mean nothing to me. I am going to 'convince' you to join; one way or another."

"I'm trained to resist torture of all kinds, you immature oversized kriffing nerf-hearder! Do your worst." Mara said.

"Oh, don't worry, I will. Let's just take you back to our base." said Limin.

He stretched out his hand and blue lighting crackled from his fingers. In about a minute Mara was unconscious. Limin levitated her senseless body and moved off into the woods.

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