AN: This is a story written by me and a friend.
Her parts will be marked with a ~FH~, and mine will be marked with a ~MC~. Parts that are written by both of us will be marked with a ~FD~.
Happy Reading!
Chapter Three
~FD~
Rayven slipped out, entering her ship. Tapping her comlink, she snarled. "Meet me at Endor, my master. It is time I lead." Upon entering hyperspace, she drew grisly pictures of how she would kill her master in her mind.
Upon seeing the lush green jungles of Endor, she eased The Master's Hand down to the planet, landing it on a net-like structure of vines. She opened the cockpit and leapt out, landing softly on her feet. She used her lightsaber to cut the thick green plants that covered the planet and create a path. Hearing a sound behind her, she whipped around, only to see her Master. Former Master. she corrected herself.
"My apprentice." Apocalypsia growled. Her eyes were cold and evil. Rayven glared. "It is time the student became the master, Kara." Apocalypsia's eyes widened. "How do you know my old name? No matter, it is little more than a collection of letters to me now." She snapped. Rayven responded by igniting her lightsaber and leaping at Apocalypsia, who ignited her own two sabers and blocking Rayven's attack. For a long while they fought, blades clashing. As the sound of sabers filled the air, another ship landed not too far away. A battered thing, it looked as if the slightest touch would cause it to crash apart.
Neither Sith heard the ship, and they kept fighting. Rayven was viciously attacking her master, swinging deadly blows that were just blocked. "You forget that I taught you all you know. But I didn't teach you all I know." Apocalypsia said slyly. The ramp swung down, and Aria strode down, spotting the fighting Sith and grinning behind her mask. Finally- a real challenge. She paused, leaning against a tree to watch them, waiting to see the outcome of the fight.
Another ship, a Delta-7 Starfighter touched down. There you are. I'm going to kill you, as you killed my master. Sani thought darkly. Apocalypsia, at only 27 standard years, was not tiring at all. The problem was, neither was Rayven. All of a sudden, a Zabrak padawan landed on his feet, attacking Apocalypsia. "You killed my master!" He yelled, striking hard with his saber against hers. Rayven snarled, and Force-shoved Sani away. "This is my battle!" She shouted. In a blind rage of fury, she cut off Apocalypsia's lighsaber hand, and impaled her lightsaber into her master's chest.
Sani just stared. "You mean, you're a Sith too?" He questioned, igniting his blue bladed lightsaber. Rayven smirked. "Yes, and I killed Lilia, not my master." she snapped, calling the boy's weapon to her hand. She switched the crystals and tossed it back to him. Sani ignited the lightsaber; now the blade was red, not blue. "Join me as my apprentice. I will show you power greater than any other." Rayven intoned. Sani nodded. "Fine. I will join you." Rayven smiled slyly. "Choose your new name." He didn't even have to think before speaking quickly. "Darth Sani."
Aria watched the two with mild interest before pushing herself off the tree. "Hey, sorry to cut the party short, but I need to kill the girl." She said tonelessly, hand fingering the hilt of her knife. Rayven looked her in the eyes, unafraid. "You can't kill me, kid. You have no effective weapons. "She snapped, igniting her lightsaber."I have a knife, a pistol, and more." Aria countered. "And you have a lightstick." She added, pretending to be unaware of the fact that it could indeed, kill. Her opponents were always more fun when they were riled up.
Rayven stood still, unfeeling, unmoving, still as cold and emotionless as before. "And besides, how could you be an assassin? You're a kid." She taunted. Aira glared at this comment from Rayven. "I have a man's freshly severed head with me." She stated coldly. "That enough proof?"
Rayven laughed. "I shouldn't talk, considering I'm the Dark Lord of the Sith at age 17." She admitted. Aria shrugged. "Well congrats. Enjoy it while you're alive." Rayven laughed coldly at Aria. "Let me make this simple, so you can understand me. You. Cannot. Beat. Me. Because. I'm. Stronger. Than. You." She mocked, a challenge dancing in her red eyes. Aria removed her helmet, blue eyes roving over her opponent, mouth set in a tight line. About my age. Knows how to use the lightstick. "We'll see. Pride comes before the downfall."