AN: Well heres the sixth Chapter... that is all.

Disclaimer: I Own... (laughs hysterically) Starwars... (continues to laugh uncontrolably) (turns blue in the face) (dies from lack of oxygen to the brain) (becomes a zombie and eats George Lucas's brain) (o.o I don't really own it... I was lying... you know... the opposite of truth... *sigh* right... never mind.)

Chapter Six

Pie Would be Easier

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The Hallway Fayt paced in was overtly large and ornately decorated with paintings, tapestries, and the pelts of dead creatures from the planet they were on. You could drive two trucks side by side in it, and he wasn't exactly sure there was a reason behind that fact. He had come to this planet with his Master Sylvestra Valsign. Their task was easy, but getting the people of this planet to follow it was not. The Mandalorian's would be here soon. Though the Jedi did not intervene in the war that didn't mean they stood back and watched as planet after planet was crushed outside of Republic Space.

His Master had been given the task of convincing the Government of this Planet to try to evacuate. The task was… daunting. There were only a few million settlers, but the odds of the governing body following their advice was beyond hopeless. He wasn't actually sure WHY they were even trying.

His master walked out of the room and gently closed the door behind her. A hand moved up and rubbed her temple. Fayt knew perfectly well what that meant. She was NOT in a good mood. If she hadn't had self control she would probably have slammed the door behind her. The miralukan's 'gaze' landed on him. More like a feeling than anything else. Miralukans didn't exactly have eyes behind those face covers.

"Fayt, we are leaving." She said then turned on a heel and started walking. Yes. Things were very bad. Her tone was made of iron and he knew no argument would change the words that left her lips. He had studied much about the planet they were visiting on and before the trip. He always did so. Best to know more about a place you were going to be for a while.

They had arrived two days ago and sought an audience with the 'Council of Elders' or governing body of the planet. During their wait he had mentioned that the governing body was filled with incompetents. This had gotten him a cuff to the back of his head by his Master. It was true though the Council was going to try to bargain with the Mandalorians. They did not believe all the horror stories that had come from the planets that fell before.

The Mandalorians didn't think in the same frame of mind as the people of the Republic. They would take the planet just for the glory of the fight. What happened to a conquered world of the Mandalorians? He hadn't heard anything but horror stories. They ranged from tales about the Raining down of Basilisk war droids to the way they fought and conducted themselves.

Fayt trailed behind his Master as she walked slowly through the Hallways of the Grand Palace. It was perhaps a bit too grand for a small settlement planet just past the outer fringes of Republic Space. He knew better than to interrupt the Jedi masters thought processing. It was clearly quite important.

He stopped at the door to the great hall almost too suddenly. A shiver ran up his spine and he felt something massive approaching. Something… bad, "MASTER!" he shouted causing her to turn to face him as she entered the enormous hall.

"They are here." Fayt could feel the fear in his own voice. He hadn't felt anything like this before now and it wasn't a feeling he would relish. His Master's head swung around into the large room to 'look' through the large windows. The sky was serene and peaceful as the previous two mornings had been. There was nothing. Was he right? Was there really something there?

Her mind must have been going a mile a minute. He quickly ran to catch up with her as she entered the enormous room. She took everything in without turning her head. He knew this because he knew how she worked. He could feel the pain inside her as well at the dawning realization. She must have felt it just then. "Fayt," She spoke slowly. "We are leaving… and no buts." She wouldn't get any from him this time.

He followed close behind her as she burst into a sprint across the room. He was barely keeping up at what could only be his top speed. His height of 4'7 was really grating on him every time they had to run like this… which was often it seemed. Man he needed a growth spurt.

"Master jedi where are you-?" an old man asked confused as they ran by him. He had been cut off by a horrendous crash that shook the palace breaking off one of the enormous black Marble pillars. The thing crashed to the floor nearby sending shrapnel cascading through the room. Fayt stopped and with narrowed eyes he searched for anyone injured by its fall. Luckily none of the sparse occupants of the room were remotely close.

"FAYT! NOW!" His master's voice from the door tore his attention from the scene. They were leaving… no one could stop what had come, least of all a single Jedi master and her only Padawan. He ran up the small flight of pearly white polished steps and out the enormous dark wood engraved double doors.

The Sheer chaos of the scene below stopped him in his tracks, and he found himself swallowing as he could do naught but watch in horror. Basilisk War Droids fell from the sky at horrendous speeds raining deadly fire onto the small city below. He saw men, women, and children running and screaming… and dying. Their deaths were as varied as their species and ages. He could… feel their deaths through the force.

"Fayt," His attention snapped to his master. Her tone had been caring and he knew he must appear horribly distraught… frightened. He hadn't felt anything like this before either. Sure he had seen the aftermath of such events, but never been there for one at the beginning. "Come on we have to go."

With one last glance up at the once peaceful morning sky he swallowed and started to run after his Master. Their goal was the ship… it had to be.

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Fayt sat in the rubble of an annihilated building, his master next to him was obviously going over the plan in her head. It had been two hours since the invasion had begun. There was a slight drizzle still falling after the heavy rain they had been having until almost a half hour ago. He was still wet.

"I do not like this plan Master." He said in an almost whisper.

"Your liking of the plan was noted the last twelve times you said that my Padawan. However, it is our best and most probably only shot." He heard a few shots and a scream. He wanted to help. Damnit he needed to help if only for his own sanity. How his master stayed silent and calculating was beyond him.

"Master." He began.

"Fayt remain silent I need to think." He could only comply with her wishes.

His black hair was still wet and he pulled at it trying to keep it out of his eyes. His hands were a flurry of motion as he ran them through like he was drying it with a cloth. He should have cut it back to a shorter length. He had always stood out a bit in the academy. At first it was because his parents may show up for him. Then… it was merely due to how it had been. He was… apart... Different than the other students and that had just been one of the ways.

His eyes closed and he concentrated. He reached out through the force to sense all those around him. The fearful beings he felt before had grown to a much smaller number. A wave of sadness passed through him before he beat it down with calm serenity. His eyes opened and a quick glance at his master told him she was still thinking. His gaze remained on her as he continued to search.

They were quite literally surrounded. Twelve men heavily armed were approaching the building. "Master."

"Fayt, I said." She began after cutting him off. He over rode her. Had she been concentrating too much on one thing to forget to keep an 'eye' out around her? Things were that bad?

"We are surrounded." The plan was so simple it was suicidal. There was no way they were getting to his masters ship where it was. That is if it hadn't been destroyed in the initial assault. So their alternative was to take one of the Mandalorian ships that had come in after the Basilisk War Droids initial assault. They were a bit bigger. They also held the higher chance of slipping past whatever lay in orbit.

Her 'gaze' snapped to him and then the Jedi Master nodded. He knew now that she hadn't been so absorbed in her thoughts. They both silently got to their feet and looked out of what have once been a balcony. The overtly flowery designs of what was left spoke of the affluent nature of the family that had resided there. His Master motioned she would go first and that he was to follow. In his head one line kept repeating. This is not a place where you can refuse to take a life. it would not be his first kill he had… gotten that almost a year ago.

His master ignited her cerulean lightsaber and leapt from the 'window'. Her fall was perfect as she landed on one unsuspecting Mandalorian and her glowing saber cleaved him in two. The thing was like lightning in her hands as she quickly spun and started to deflect and reflect blaster fire. Two more went down as she sent their fire right back at them. However, the others were coming from the other side of the annihilated building at a quick pace.

Two curved lightsabers leapt from his belt into his hands and were ignited. They were shorter than the normal 'saber, but he was shorter than a lot of people. A faint black blue glow permeated the once dark and dank balcony. After a quick calming breath he leapt from the window and down onto the Mandalorian group coming from the left side of the building. Two went down before the rest of the group caught on. They were fast to regain composure and start attacking him as well.

He immediately enacted his focus ability which had become much easier. With glowing blue eyes he deflected and reflected blaster fire with nearly the precision his master did (due to the ablility). Another one down and his force speed brought him into contact with the last.

The Mandalorian was fast and already had his Vibroblade in hand when Fayt arrived. He must have decided the blaster was ineffective… smart choice. The Vibroblade would fare him no better however. Fayt sidestepped, spun, and ducked around the man's blade before stabbing his right lightsaber into the man's chest.

He immediately whirled around to help his master only to find she had finished the others off. Rain ran down his face in rivers. It had started to rain harder again. The question was when? Durignt he fight? He hadn't noticed it. He closed his eyes his mind taking in so much information from just the single turn had thrown him a little off. He would be fine. His master had made him go a full day with the ability active once. He'd had a migraine for a week after that.

"Fayt, let's go." She said and started jogging to their destination. His senses were spread again through the force while going an easy task with his focus. He could even juggle, while running on a ball at a jogging pace right then if he really had to.

Their trip through the remainder of the decimated city wasn't far. With the both of them searching for opponents they missed out on all but a single skirmish. It had been with three more Mandalorians and due to surprise was over before it even really began. The ship they had seen land was through this last building. He… couldn't believe it. "Master, this… is not just a simple building." He sensed nearly forty people inside and only eight of them were the fearful presences of the settlers in a single room. "I believe it's their command center."

He could just tell as if he knew, and as the words left his mouth he was rocked by a sudden vision.

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"MAAAASTEEERRRR!" he cried out as he watched the woman finally fall from the torrent unleashed on her by the seemingly endless tide of Mandalorians in their hardened grey, red, and yellow battle armors.

As she did she turned to him before landing on the floor.

"GO… FAYT!" She cried at him. A tall man in Golden armor slashed her back. A silent scream escaped her lips as she fell to the floor. Horrified and fighting back tears he tore his gaze from her and ran into the ship which he had already prepped for their exit.

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He stood there panting heavily wide eyes focused on the building. "Fayt, what did you see?" His Master asked and he turned to her. Tears fell down his cheeks mixed with the rain… It was an after effect of the vision he was sure. The fear was rising in him as he looked at her. He knew he had to prevent it. However, he was unsure of what had led to that point. How could he prevent it? It was… impossible.

"What did you see Fayt." She repeated and he struggled to speak.

"I… saw… you… die," He choked out. Her face didn't twitch at all at this revelation. She merely nodded and sat down.

Her hand was at her temple again obviously deep in thought. "I see." She wasn't like that for long. "I don't need to know how it happens because that won't change anything." She said then got to her feet. "Come, we are going."

He stared up at her incredulously. NO! Not after what he had just seen. He wasn't going to walk right in there and let her… let her… join the force. "Master." He said incredulously.

"Fayt… we are going in there and there are no changes to that. Now, Come."

"Master I." he started again, but was cut off.

"FAYT! We are going in there getting a ship and getting off this planet. There is no change to that. Now come." She said and started toward the building. Should he follow? COULD HE FOLLOW? He… had to, if for no other reason than to try to change what he had seen.

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Anselm Falk stood in the center of the Command building wading through a projected image of the city. Well defined and loud 'clacks' echoed through the room at each footfall. His golden armor was heavy long ago, but it was practically his skin after all this time.

He had personally lead the assault that had captured this petty little city. It had been a glorious entrance on the unsuspecting planet; his Basilisk war droid falling from the sky at incredible speeds as he rained fiery hell onto the masses below. At the last possible minute the assault vehicle would decelerate and turn to land. The Jarring action was abominable, but something he had grown accustomed to, and welcomed every single time.

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were still small spots of resistance though and he had deemed it necessary to lead from here. Two such spots were of great interest to him at this point in time. A small detachment of soldiers had been dispatched under a rally-master to search a few buildings in the eastern sector of the city. Their bodies had been found just two minutes ago. There were no enemy bodies found at the scene.

Impossible for simple city guardsmen, they hadn't even put up a real fight. He had gained almost no honor in this fight. Capturing the city had been a deft move, but other than his original landing there had been no exhilarating feeling gained here.

The second was a small group of three that had been killed with what appeared to be no resistance. The two cases would be thought of as simply odd occurrences under normal circumstances. However, the reports had set his heart beating.

The men had been cut down by something that melted through the Duraplate armor they had been wearing. The weak stuff couldn't' stand up to what could only be a Jedi's weapon. Though the group hadn't taken anyone down with them they had died fighting worthy opponents. It was an honorable death.

The distinct thunk of rushing boots came to his ears and he was already looking as a man entered the room. "Commander Falk we have reports of two hostiles entering the building." A smirk crossed Anselm's Lips. So his guess had been correct the two seemed to be making their way towards them. They had avoided an amazing number of patrols to get here which only made it all the better.

"Very well let's go I know where they are going." They had come across an odd ship that was destroyed in a hangar on the west side of the city. It was theirs he was sure. Whoever had the balls to come here was either crazy thinking they would take down the command center or were going for a ship.

Of course with Jedi it was definitely the latter. They were seeking an escape rather than a confrontation. A brash escape, but an escape none the less. He would not let things go their way. There was no way they were getting out of here without facing him first. And then the only way was over his cold corpse.

Reports kept coming over the comm's in his helmet as they ran through the corridors. The two were cutting a bloody swath through the base trying to get to the hanger as he had suspected. Already twenty of his men were down. The mere thought was sending his heart through the roof. He could, however, keep his cool and was giving orders that were foiled one after another. It was like they knew which way his men were coming from. Odd…

They finally had them pinned down when he got there. The unfortunate truth of it was that they were cornered in the hanger. He would give his right eye for a damned containment field to keep the ship caged in right now.

He saw one of the Jedi ahead. The female and she was holding everyone of his cowardly subordinates back. The pathetic lot were firing from a distance only to have some of their bolts come right back at them. Reports said they had three down to the return fire already. The Hallway was too cramped and some of the new recruits were horrid shots.

Anselm wasn't about to wait around and took off in a full thundering sprint down the hall weaving through the blaster fire. One connected with his armor and he gave a grunt, but shrugged it off much like the armor had the blaster bolt. His vibroblade was out before he ever reached the woman. An unfortunate turn of events had the woman succumb to a bolt to her shoulder just before. The hallway had been a too damn long nearly seventy five yards. Whoever built the damn thing was getting it from him if they weren't already dead. He didn't stop as the woman shouted something from her kneeling position and he came out of the hallway. A quick glance showed that a boy was standing on the ramp to a ship.

In his grip an activated black lightsaber with a blue glow. His decision was swift. Provoke him. A slash to her back and the woman let out a silent scream. He gained no satisfaction from downed opponents. His only hope was that the boy didn't listen to the woman's cry for him to leave.

His luck… was not good he realized as the boy turned away and started up the ramp. He cursed inside of his helmet at the cowardly child.

A glimmer of hope inkled through his heart as the raven haired child stopped halfway to his destination and safety. The boy turned around his eyes ablaze in a blue glow like Falk had never seen. He had no time to think about that, the boy was in the air flying toward him in an instant. His vibroblade raised instinctively to block the coming blow. When it connected it was like an enormous hammer and in his mind the words echoed, how the hell can a boy?

He parried another strike decidedly less powerful and then another and another. The boy was like a torrent and he barely had any time to react. His men knew not to interrupt the duel even if it looked like he was going to lose. He missed a parry and he watched helpless to stop the coming blow that had slid past his guard. The saber screeched down his armor leaving a trailing metallic slag behind.

A smile spread across his face though unseen as the obviously stunned boy revealed an opening. His foot moved up and connected with the boy's gut sending him a few feet up and back in the air. The child must not know that any TRUE Mandalorians armor was made from Beskar ore or Mandalorian Iron. Blasters bounced off and lightsabers didn't always do what the wielder intended.

Anselm laughed in true pleasure as the boy stood back up. He was going to continue then. The raven haired Jedi brat wasn't getting the first move this time though and Anselm charged him. His eyes connected with the boys blazing blues through the lens of the helmet and he felt… a sense of fear.

His charge faltered and he threw up a guard. The boy with his black and blue saber leapt at Korlias with inhuman speed and Korlias felt immediately that he was doing worse than he had before. Another parry and the boy did a back flip high into the air.

The lightsabers deactivated and fell to the floor. One of the boy's hands moved forward and Anselm felt a great force push him backwards. He lost his footing and started to fall when the boys other hand moved forward.

The world tumbled around him as he moved back toward the hallway he had just come from by a will that was not his own. A millisecond had his eyes catch sight of the boy nearly to the ground both hands pulled back near his chest with rage in his eyes. Anselm already knew what was coming, but there was naught he could do. The larger blast hit him hurling him and the few men who had left the hallway back down it.

He recovered quickly and looked back down the hallway… wrong way. He turned to see the boy using the force to levitate some large metal crates. Another hand motion and Anselm watched as one of the crates came rushing at him at insane speeds. All was black.

When Anselm had regained consciousness he felt the great weight through his armor that sat atop him. Perhaps 300 to 400 pounds. He was lucky he had one hand free and used it to get enough leverage to push the crate off of him. One look down the hallway and he noted five of the crates as well as many men; either they were unconscious or dead from the force of being hit with the damn things and each other.

Further past that he saw that the ship was gone, which meant that the woman was probably gone and the boy surely was. The smile came back to his face. His current objective was to try to find out what else was happening in the base since he had been out. However, the com was out due to the impact and his HUD was giving him fits so he would have to find another way. The boy had been beyond interesting, and the thrill of that fight was among the top ranking in his list.

The blazing blues and black lightsaber of the Jedi child flashed through his head once more. He recalled the sense of fear he had felt and thought, a very interesting boy indeed. He had the distinct feeling this was not to be their only meeting. He would relish the next as much as this one of that he was sure.