Chapter 4: Search for the Star Forge, and Sauron's secret.

Kashyyyk Base, month after Sauron was sick.

(A/N: Sorry for the horrible visions, I had this written out for a few months, but not completely, and as such the Visions are lacking compared to the rest of the chapter in my opinion, but I just don't see it being fixed in any way. Anyhow read and Review my readers, and enjoy)

(Sauron Point of View)

The Force was trying its best to abandon me, yet at the same time it was staying, keeping me alive. I barely remembered my comatose state, only remembering the parts of the visions.

Vision 1: Secrets.

I was running, from what I don't know, every time I looked back, I saw a face, it was taunting me, and the way it stared at me was creeping me out, I tried to stop, but my body wouldn't stop it...I eventually was unable to move, and then I realized, I was in a loop until I figured something out.

"What do you want?" I asked the face.

It had, yellow Sith Eyes which were staring directly into my soul, and it merely smiled evilly. "Admit your secret, the Deep Dark one and you may leave." The voice it is was purely evil.

"I…when I was mortal I had witnessed things so evil, just seeing them corrupted me, I have memories that weren't my own, memories showing pain, hatred, and sorrow, and...love, such a thing is impossible for me, I have only a blackened crisp of a heart, it doesn't even feel like it beats." I said.

"Yet, when you returned, your heart was alive, and red like all others, so how can you not feel love?" the Face asked.

"I have nothing? Nothing to live for, except my Ring…I can't fall in love, they'd be outlived by me…" I said, and the Face merely laughed.

"Love is like that, but you forged a Master Ring, you could make one for your Dark Queen, yet you do not…why?" It asked, mocking me.

"I…have not found one woman worthy of it-" I was cut off by Robina appearing next to the face, now it was a Mask.

"So…I am unworthy of being your Queen?" She yelled.

"I alone can control the Darkness, I would not want you to deal with such a thing…my destruction allowed Darkness to Flourish elsewhere, when I am the Emperor, I will destroy the Darkness…" I said. "I don't want you to have to see my darkness it will consume me forever again."

"All this time I waited patiently, yet now I learn you had no plan to make me your Queen?!" She was angry.

"Robina…I would make you my queen, but...I don't want to destroy your light-side." I said, as the Vision ended.

Vision 2: Future, Past, and Sauron admits his Feelings

I was sitting on my Throne, in Middle-Earth, yet it was as if I was still 'The Eye', my original nickname when I was defeated, the Face was in front of me. "Tell me your Feelings, about the Past, and the Future, and about Robina, and do not lie to me, or I shall destroy you!" It yelled.

I held the Mask-Face thing, and I stared into its missing soul. "I was the Dark Lord I wished only to rule with an Iron Fist! Now…I am…Human again, I do not know what I will do…I wish to destroy all Darkness except for my own evil…and Robina, I admit…I do Love, her, she helped me escape Taris." I said.

Robina appeared where the Mask was, and smiled at me, with the smile I give her, when I need some...problem, taken care of. "You do?" she asked.

"Yes...but I don't want to hurt you should anything go wrong..." I said.

"I am not a piece of glass! I am not a fragile little flower either!" Robina yelled, before I silenced her with a deep, love-filled kiss.

"No, you are my beautiful, almost impossibly beautiful, Apprentice." I started, seeing her frown. "And, my loveliest of partners, I will make you my Queen, eventually."

"I'm so happy!" She replied, and many unspeakable things happened in this vision.

Vision 3: Sauron's Demise

I had been sitting on my bed in Barad-dur, the Tower of the Great Eye. "Wake up, my Queen...today is our Wedding day." I said, pushing Robina, she felt...oddly cold, almost frozen, I feared the worst instantly. "My love, are you…?" I asked, and pushed her onto her back, she had glazed eyes..."No..."

I was alone...and I felt for it, my Ring...it was gone, "No!" I yelled, feeling my ring once more being destroyed, and this time it was harder on my body, the pain of loss was adding up to my destruction. "Curse you, Damn you Jedi!" I yelled, as I, and everything I cared for was lost, this time, I couldn't feel my strength, this was it.

Present Time:

I shook my head, waking up they were very, very vivid visions, if they weren't dreams. "Time to go on my normal life..." I said, but my eyes were on my Ring, only inches away from my hands...

"I will resist the Darkness I will make Robina my Queen, and have a child no it will be two before I turn back to the Dark Side." I said to myself.

Deep Space, Present Time:

(3rd Person Point of View)

The very walls of the Tomb were shaking horribly, as though a siege was happening, there stood a Giant's Statue in the middle of the main room, the Statue had a golden suit of Heavy Exoskeleton Armor, (A/N: Check Suvam at Yavin 4 Station in Computer Version for its look, the black part is same, blue is gold.) the statue having been there for nearly two hundred years, every second if you watched closely, the Statue moved, although only a small amount at a time, it was remarkably life-like of Sith Lord, Cid Rod, Lord of Betrayal, Father of Robina Rod, Jedi Knight. Or so it should have been.

The Statue was breaking apart at this very moment, he had been standing, staring at the only possible entrance to his Tomb, they say when Cid Rod finally sits, all Hell will be unleashed on the enemy, Not even his Masters could stop him, many thought the old adage: 'Hell hath no fury like the scorn of a woman' was incorrect, that the newer, more forgotten adage: 'Hell be more merciful than Cid Rod, and much cooler as well' and they would be right, for his anger burned like a Million Suns on fire, which meant: a hundred times hotter than a Sun, doth a Flaming Sun mean.

It suddenly was shattered, Lord Rod was free, so he sat down, "Two hundred years, and yet the Jedi have forgotten me." he laughed, he had a long, black beard, thick side-burns, a twirled mustache, and his hair was shoulder-length. "Sauron is back...not surprised." he said, and got comfortable, while he plotted. "Hmm...Wonder if Robina still lives and I wonder if that one Jedi, what was her name...?" he tried to think of her name though the thought was just missing.

Back with Sauron

(Sauron's Point of View)

"Oh, hell...Cid Rod is back..." I thought out loud.

"Well...it was nice having known you Master." Robina said.

"Well, isn't someone just helpful?" I asked, mockingly.

"Aren't I just the best?" She asked, and we were just inches away from each other.

"Will you be my Queen?" I whispered into her ear.

"I didn't catch that, Master." She was doing so to get me to say it out loud.

"Will you be my Queen?" I asked anger in my voice.

"Of course I will, why wouldn't I?" She asked.

I held her close to me, and kissed her passionately. "I will make you beg for everything I wish..." I whispered, causing her to blush.

"Well, let's get prepared to establish a Wedding Date." Robina said.

"Days after I capture Coruscant." I said.

"So...we're talking three weeks from now?" She joked.

"Maybe more, we should ask someone like Carth or Gash first." I replied.

"Well...my dear, let's go tell everyone the good news." Robina said.

"Ok, whatever you say, beautiful." I said.

Gash, after having heard us was happy for us, but he didn't think the date should be so soon, "You might fail to capture Coruscant, there have been weirder things." he said. "Now it still hurts about Bastila…"

"I must find the Star Forge, after I have my own fleet..." I said.

"We will gather a fleet without compare, and there shall be an Admiral without an equal." Gash said, kneeling before me.

"Rise, my friend today we will prepare the Ebon Hawk to take on light patrol cruisers." I said, and he nodded.

"We'll be unstoppable." Gash said.

"Yes we shall, under one rule will this Galaxy be controlled, and it will be mine." I said.

Carth was busy like usual in the pilot's seat, pressing buttons at a near impossible to memorize combination, he was preparing the Hawk for a jump to Tatooine, Sauron's Orders...he couldn't stop thinking of Revan, his only love since his wife died during the whole 'Telos IV attacked by Malak's Fleet'. Even now, he missed both, thinking of his wife reminded him that he should have been watching Revan more closely, she had been preparing something even before the whole 'Revan will conquer the Galaxy' thing. "Revan...why did you have to nearly die?" he whispered.

"Flyboy, are you alright?" I asked, entering the control room.

"Yeah, just thinking of Revan, and how I hope we'll come across her...do we have time to possibly save her?" Carth answered.

"Of course we do, besides leaving Revan as a slave would only hamper our cause...as I have heard she is the Sole Reason the Republic survived the Mandalorian Wars?" I asked.

"Her tactics allowed us to finally win that war, with minimal losses in battle." Carth said, "Without her, the Republic had no hope of survival."

"I see, and she was a lover of sorts to you?" I asked.

"Well...yes that is correct, even before I told her I was married we were having somewhat of an affair." Carth said.

"'Somewhat; what do you mean by 'somewhat of an affair'?" I asked, "You either were or weren't, which was it?"

"Well, there was nothing like what you and Robina have, but we were in love, no doubt about that." Carth said.

"I see...so what do you think about adding some extra armor, and more guns to the old Hawk?" I asked, leaning on the Navigation-chart carefully.

"Well...more guns would be fine, but more armor might slow us down considerably, don't you know the old saying: 'It is better to fire and retreat rather than fight toe-to-toe.'?" Carth said.

"So, less speed and maneuverability is a worthy sacrifice for having more Armor means less chance of being totally destroyed by the Sith Fleets in battle?" I said.

"Well, what about upgrading the Shield Device with some spare energy shields?" Carth asked.

"Do you want more equipment for the party or overly-defend Ebon Hawk?" I asked. "Energy Shields are expensive...besides most are useless after five uses."

"What's this?" Carth asked, seeing a location left on the Ebon Hawk. "Yavin IV: Space Station, Suvam has a special limitless-use Droid Energy Shield, 5000 credits."

"What luck...how many credits do you have?" I asked.

"Only... oh, just 30 credits." Carth replied, checking his pockets.

"Well...I have about 2500 from the Dueling Ring...and you have 30 credits...2530 credits total so far...how much does Bastila and Gash carry?" I asked.

"Bastila carried 500 of her own, personal cash from the Jedi Order... Gash has I think 250,000 Credits in the Banking Clan's account for him." Carth replied.

"I am so getting Gash to pay for my upcoming Wedding." I joked, and we both laughed.

"Shall we continue to our destination or to Yavin IV, my lord Sauron?" Carth asked.

"Well... let's go save Revan, and see if they have any top-of-the-line assassination droids for sale." I remarked, and watched the ship jump into hyperspace.

As they approached Tatooine, I, Gash, and Robina went to explore the planet, and while the heat didn't bother me, I'm sure it affected Gash horribly, seeing he's in a Republic Admiralty Uniform, I'd look over at Robina, remarking for once in my life, how no matter what she wore, it seemed to fit her perfectly, although I might find a sinfully tight robe for her, later…I'd shake my head, and head out, mind-tricking the Czerka docking guard to let me go free, and then mind-tricked a Duros trying to give me a crate that I 'was expecting', to instead send it elsewhere, and walked on, silently, into Anchorhead, where I mind-tricked a widow for her Wraid-plate, knowing it was far, far more valuable, than to be worthy of her time, and she could survive without it, after all. It wouldn't trouble me to sleep, knowing I doomed her chances of leaving Tatooine.

I'd walk on, quietly, looking occasionally to see my Wraiths, hidden in what little shadows there were, silently guiding me to my target. I'd stop, entering a Czerka building, and doing what it took to gain what I was looking for, a Hunter's ID, and walked on, quietly, towards the next step of my journey, watching as my Nazgul killed Malak's 'Assassins' with ease.

It was then that I stopped before a slave, the force strong with-in the woman, one look at Carth told me all I needed to know, and I spoke to her. "Y-you have to help me, buy me, and just get me away from my 'master'." The woman begged, she was, a half-Mandalorian, 5' 3'' woman, in a sinfully tight slave robe, her hair, was a blonde-horrid mess, her skin was tanned from time spent in the Dune Sea, and she had Jade-colored eyes.

Quickly, I entered the droid shop, and use the force to get a good price on the Droid he was selling HK-47, just looking at it, I saw an Assassin Droid in the making, rather than anything else. Gash paid for it, seeing I lacked any real credits.

For all intents and purposes, this woman, while not my type, was, decently beautiful, and I spoke to her, for a few moments, and found her master, who had 'accidentally' got slashed in half, by the waist. From there, I took her back to the Ebon Hawk, and Carth stared, at what was once the woman he loved, and smiled.

Jade, as her master called her, conflicting with the name the Republic gave her, smiled back, at the man, and explored the Ebon Hawk, as I went exploring it, after Zaalbar mentioned a problem, food-rations strangely low, and I knew he hadn't ate them…

I walked, about the Hawk, until I entered the Storage Room, and looked at a child, kneeling down, to look at her, tilting my head, the child smiled at myself, and began speaking a mix of Mandalorian-Basic that was such a mess, I had to spend several minutes speaking to her, to try and solve the issue, finding out she lived on Dantooine, and her name was Sasha.

With that complete, I headed out to the Dunes, Gash following as did Robina, towards what would be likely a long hunt on this desert world. We had fought against mighty opponents, the formidable Tusken Raiders, to Gammorean Hunters, to a Krayt Dragon, but one of my favorite moments on the planet was slaughtering a mining company's team, at a Sandcrawler, after wards, we entered it, and rested, for a few minutes, Gash was slowly getting over Bastila's loss, he would however, not abandon her by sealing the bond, on his end, in those few moments where Malak wasn't torturing his beloved, he would speak to her, protect her, and heal her wounds, through deep meditation. He swore in those moments, when she was saved, he would make her his, and he could feel the blush form on her face, thanks to the Force-Bond.

HK-47 watched, calling everyone -except Gash- meatbags, his only real funny term, at all, it seemed. Gash got up, wiping his forehead, and sighed, ready, Robina after a moment was herself, then I yawned, getting up. "Alright, let's go."

"Sauron, first off, you need to actually practice the force, Force-Pull and Force-Push are alright, and all, but you lack any real Force Powers, but alright let's go." Gash remarked, and I shrugged.

Robina hummed a song, as she walked on, twirling her lightsabers, boredly, as Gash looked up, heading towards the Tusken Enclave, slaughtering them as they attacked, he would make sure he took their Gaffi Sticks, for the bounty on all Tusken Raiders. As they reached the Enclave, a Tusken said something, and HK said he understood, and so I raised an eyebrow, and looked to Gash

"Tell them, we mean them no harm." Gash ordered.

HK would reply, and the Tusken replied quickly. "He says I doubt that very much, you slaughtered our kin, to make peace?!"

"Tell him, we wish only for the raids on Czerka's Sandcrawlers to end." Gash said, sternly.

HK would reply, and Gash watched, not amused. "He says that: You need to visit the Clan Leader then. Though I doubt you will receive much other than a quicker death by their Leader's hands."

"Tell him to take us there, immediately, if he values his life." Gash said, an unknown fire in his eyes startling the Tuskens slightly.

"He says: Very well, your death is near." HK replied, Gash follows the Tusken quietly, as I was prepared to attack them with a good old lightsaber to the head, but I figured, let's see how it plays out first.

Two hours later resulted in us creating a truce with the Tuskens, for a Moisture Evaporator, and after that, I went exploring the Sand People's Enclave, and found two sets of prisoners, one "cell" holding Jawas, the other was holding a Twi'lek named Griff, Mission's older brother.

I sent the Twi'lek off for safety, and he seemed unhappy by it, but I shrugged it off. I also convinced the Tuskens to release the Jawas, and then headed out into the Dunes, Gash followed, with a Blaster pistol, which in reality was the worst idea ever, but he wanted to shoot something/someone at this time, so I let him carry it.

As we approached the Den of the Krayt Dragon, Gash took in a breath, and knelt down, reaching into his pack, and took out a Blaster Rifle, a Sith Sniper Rifle, and he took aim, seeing the sleeping beast deep in its cave. He fired, several times, and then threw a grenade at the beast, which roared, and charged out, into a trap another hunter had made, of explosives, the Krayt Dragon flinched, and fell dead, Gash wouldn't stop, he switched to his lightsabers, and struck, not finishing until the Beast was beyond a doubt dead.

The Krayt lays dead, and Gash began carving it, taking the Krayt D. Pearl, as his trophy, planning to put it into his lightsaber later. He walked back over, avoiding eye-contact, as he took in a breath, and said. "Don't tell them I lost it…"

"And why, should I not?" I asked, tilting my head, curiously. "A famous Republic Admiral losing his self-control, and slaughtering a Krayt Dragon."

"I SAID DO NOT TELL THEM!" he growled, but then took in a breath and became calm. "I…please, my lord…" he said, sadly.

"You are forgiven, Lloyd…but DON'T lose control on me AGAIN or YOU will SUFFER the CONSEQUENCES." I'd growl out, looking over the horizon, then spoke to the hunter. While I spoke, Gash went into the den, returning with the Star Map's coordinates, and an old belt, a frown on his face.

"I will KILL Malak, one day. That I swear, and when I do, I will make sure his name is forbidden to speak of!" Gash yelled into the dunes, which made me smile.

"Indeed, indeed, Gash." I remarked, with a smile. Looking around, I sighed, and began the trek back to the Ebon Hawk, Gash was depressed –more so than usual I might add- but he was seemingly alright. Gash broke off, and entered the Cantina, to alert Bastila's mother of what had happened so far. Or well, not all of it, but the warning news of her capture, and that she should go into hiding. Gash also left the Cantina a few hundred credits short, after donating most of it to Bastila's mother, while the other portion he spent in drinks.

Gash would stumble back to the Ebon Hawk, drunkenly with a smile, half out of it all. The people around him would try tempting him for his credits on false endeavors to spend it all on, but he walked right on past them, as if it was nothing at all, he didn't stop to chat with anyone, but he did stop, to speak to a woman, buying the Wraid plate off of her, and he sold it in the Hunting Lodge, for a few hundred credits less than he spent.

Several other hunters looked at the well-known Republic Admiral, and were amazed, and from one of their own, found out that he was the man who killed a Krayt Dragon, on his own, or so it had seemed least. He had no fatal wounds, was partially drunk, and hand a lightsaber at his side, which could only mean…he was a Jedi!?

Gash growled at them. "What are you looking at?!" he snarled out, glaring out at them. What had happened to the Admiral who was calm, calculating, and a tactical genius if ever there was one?

"N-nothing." One replied, shakily, as Gash smiled, darkly, and then left.

"One day, I will KILL Malak." Gash said, with a large, dark smile.

Unknown Space, Cid's Tomb

With the Dark-Side gathering its powerful servants together, one half-Sith'ari looked left and right, readying himself, to A) Kick some ass, and B) Get the hell out of Deep Space, the only problem with his plan…he didn't have a ship, or even any clue where in the Unknown Regions he was, two hundred years encased in stone, in a tomb can really screw up one's sense of direction, among other things. Cid Rod, the Lord of Betrayal, or more of Corrupt-Knowledge would be correct, as in all honesty, he rarely betrayed, but when he did…you never knew until you became one with the Force.

Cid Rod looked left, then right, the walls of his tomb were stone, and to make things worse for him, woven into it, carefully by hand, was Ysalamari hide, so he couldn't use the Force to escape, then there was the door, solid Permacrete, and Ysalamari hide as well…just what he needed, a tomb where the Force was useless to him, but…a thought came to his mind, as he walked towards a corner of the room, and found two things, a vibro-knife, and a stun-blaster, undoubtedly good weapons for law-enforcement, but not in his case.

The vibro-knife had a blood-red colored blade, gilded hilt, and was as sharp as any good blade; it was also strangely weightless to Cid, where-as the blaster was almost useless for him, he took it anyway. "By the Force, could this be the beginning of my escape?" he asked himself, and approached the door, using the knife to begin cutting the hide off, in a fashion to make a new cloak for him, the perfect Anti-Jedi/Anti-Dark Jedi Robe. Cid would begin the process of cutting open the door with the vibro-knife, unbeknownst to Cid, there was a Permacrete detonator hidden near-by, and a few Thermal detonators. But soon the galaxy would remember the Sith Lord of Betrayal. For soon, he would break free.

And then he would rally his Empire against his brethren for the Republic and safe the day, like always.

(And there we go! I apologize for the horribleness that is this chapter, but…I hope you all liked it, if not, review, or if you did review, CR out.)