Chapter 10

An Ancient Evil; pt III

Naruto frowned as he watched the battle progress from the sidelines, arms folded as his summoned militia of clones rushed in to the attack, only to be stopped and pushed back again by his opponent. He had heard that this man, the iron fist of the newly made Galactic Empire was not a weakling, and now that he watched him fight he could believe it.

His lightsaber was an incandescent blade of crimson death as it cut through clone after clone with the ease of a knife through warm butter, any who attempted to parry or block with their kunai found the Ninja weapons sliced cleanly through, followed by them being dispelled from usually the same fatal strike.

Darth Vader was a soldier, he could see that much. His movements were honed by years of fighting for his life and his ability to use the force far surpassed any Jedi he had met thus far. Though considering he had only met two during his travels that wasn't a decent enough hypothesis. For each clone he mercilessly cut down he was using his other abilities to throw the majority of his pseudo-selves back, a force push here, a thrown piece of debris there and a thrown lightsaber there.

Directly aimed at him he might add.

He leaned back and missed the hissing blade of plasma by mere millimetres, feeling the molten hot temperature tinge the tip of his nose before it soared past. The speed of the sudden strike made him do that a little too quickly, and he fell on his back before rolling to the side and getting to his feet. The Shinobi remained in a crouch, not even looking back when the blade spun overhead and cut right through at least four of his dwindling number of clones, landing back in the Dark Lords right hand.

This man was dangerous, definitely not someone a regular Shinobi could handle. In strength level Naruto would say he was near High Jōnin, maybe even low Kage. He would certainly give old man Sarutobi or half of the village leaders he had met in his lifetime a run for their money.

Then there was the other one.

As a Jedi Naruto had hoped the third member of their brawl would back him up, or at least do something to aide him in eliminating this tyrant. Life is rarely that easy, he supposed. The female Jedi was still fighting the Dark Lord, but she was also fighting him as well, cutting a swath of destruction through his clone's ranks with her own azure bladed lightsaber.

With a sigh Naruto drew his katana once again from its sheath, channelling wind chakra into the blade to make it a match for the lightsabers he would be aligned against and jumped forward with a chakra propelled leap just as Vader cut through his last clone. He brought his blade over his head and was about to cut down with all he had. Vader was not that easy. He spun around, swinging his lightsaber in a sweeping arc which neatly cut him in half.

A quick victory, if that was the real him.

The clone went up in white smoke. More smoke than usual, obscuring the whole battlefield. If Darth Vader was surprised by this he couldn't show it. He spun around parrying Naruto's swing from the bottom left, and then went on the offensive himself, sending him flying with a kick to the midsection. Two more clones flew from the mist, one from the left while the other came from the right, both holding chakra laced swords.

A force push from his free hand sent the one on the right thrown back while his lightsaber parried and ran through the clone on the left. Darth Vader spun around, blocking a lightsaber strike from the Jedi, or was it the Jedi. Her eyes had changed colour to a vicious, ominous crimson, and the snarl of anger morphed her beautiful features.

"That's it." Vader taunted. "Give in."

There was a flurry of movement between them. A foot slamming into Celeste's chest, throwing her back while a diagonal slash from a glowing katana forcing Vader to rapidly backpedal. Naruto stood right in the centre just as the mist finally dispelled, glowering at the two of them. The katana was trained on Vader, while a similarly glowing kunai was pointed in the direction of Morne, who was now groggily getting back to her feet.

"Sorry to cut this whole thing short and all," Naruto said with a toothy grin. "But I have a few friends waiting for me with a ship, and I can't disappoint them."

"Do you really think you can just walk away?" Vader asked.

"You're strong my Lord." Naruto replied, sarcasm at the title clearly in evidence as he stood there, eyes closed. "But I'm done playing around, and like I said I'm nearly out of time. Let me show you what a true Shinobi can do."

Vader was about to attack, but then he felt something. It took him barely a second to realise it was the force. Naruto's facial features changed, eyelids changing colour to a yellowish-orange and when he opened them his irises had changed colour from blue to yellow, pupils morphed from orbs to horizontal bars. The force was the most troubling issue. It was coalescing around this man, encompassing his form and strengthening him far more than anything Vader had ever seen.

"Sith eyes," Vader pondered, before realising his mistake. "No, they're not."

A flash of motion too fast for the eye to see was the only warning the Dark Lord received before Naruto reappeared, well within his defences, an orb of electric blue energy formed on his outstretched palm and slamming into Vaders abdomen with incredible force. He felt armour crack and a great sharp pain before he was thrown back, roaring in surprise and agony as he spun out of control across the chamber and slammed into the wall at the other side, leaving a crater in the concrete before slumping to the ground.

As soon as the change came it went, Naruto closed his eyes. The pigmentation on his eyelids vanished and when he opened them again the emotional azure was back in attendance. "Sorry, but like I said I'm in a hurry."

Then he was walking, footsteps resounding across the broken stone tiles, right towards the fallen form of Celeste Morne even as the woman rose on her hackles and looked up at him with widened eyes. He had done in barely two minutes what she couldn't do. He defeated a Sith Lord of considerable strength.

"A little closer."

She froze as she heard Muur's sickeningly sweet voice emanate through her being, almost as if he were beckoning a child to come over to him. She was about to shout at him, order him to stay away, but a sudden weight fell upon her. In a heartbeat she was unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything as the blond continued his approach. It took her a moment to realise that she was no longer strong enough to control Muur. He may have been unable to take over her body, but he was more than capable of hindering her movements.

"We're running out of time," she looked up to see the blond crouch down so that he was face to face with her, features confused by her sudden reaction. "You can either come with us or stay here, your choice."

"Now!"

The golden scarab necklace detached from around her neck, its clasps clicking open was the only sound Celeste could hear. It fell for a moment, then in a blur of motion righted itself in midair and shot forward. It pierced through the blonds guard with ease and latched onto his neck, azure eyes widening as a click resounded through the chamber.

Celeste's breath caught in her throat as the man recoiled as if he were struck, and when he opened his eyes they weren't the frowning azure which met her.

They were sickly golden eyes.

Sith eyes


It was done.

He had done it.

After waiting for millennia for the perfect host he had finally found him and his power was glorious. Karness Murr threw his head back and laughed in uncontrollable delight as he sensed his new hosts confusion and pain. The implantation of his beloved talisman into a host was always a painful one, and the long deceased Sith revelled in his victims pain.

He was a strong one though. The Sith Lord saw this the moment he entered the inner sanctum of this man's mind. Stronger than perhaps even his last host and that quelled his laughter and replaced it with a frown. Would he be as difficult to control as her? Would it take him years, perhaps even decades to weaken his mental defences for his final push?

He shook it off, all in time.

The mass of information filtered past him, images of this boy's life from the day of his birth all the way to the present. Everything he could remember passed Murr by as a blaze of images, some he understood but many others he did not and some made him question this one's sanity. The images were jumbled.

He saw a great monster, a nine tailed demon whose power dwarfed all others.

A child, standing before a crowd of adults, their backs turned to him.

A mountain, the faces of four warriors etched into its surface.

The silhouette of a tall man, huge form of a snake coiled around his body and ready to strike.

Nine figures, dressed in flowing black cloaks with crimson clouds stood together, features shadowed by a rising sun.

A tall, nightmarish tower overlooking a city of cold steel, a single figure perched upon a hideous stone gargoyle, eyes of a god seeing everything and anything.

A man, face obscured by an orange swirling mask, looked upon him with a single blood red eye.

A war which engulfed a continent, tens of thousands of men and women fighting against a sea of inhuman faces;

Hope among ruin

He holds a woman in his arms. She is beautiful, hand caressing her stomach as her milky eyes look to the setting sun.

The destruction of a home, a city in flames;

The death of loved ones;

The image of a girl with pink hair, dull green eyes looking into his;

The boy crying as he held the lifeless body of a raven haired woman, his lover, in his arms.

Dozens of bodies lie around him, friends and family all dead, all gone.

Silence

The war ends

But the scars remain

He is alone

Vengeance is all that remains...

Mental defences came down, hard. The images and voices fade away, leaving nothing but eternal darkness for Karness Murr's descent. The Sith Lord did not feel a bit of irritation, if anything he felt a sense of accomplishment, satisfaction and a supreme sense of impending victory. He had indeed found the perfect host.

"There is so much darkness in this one, so much pain."

This would be easier than he thought.

A light finally appeared below him and the Sith took the chance to slip through to the inner recesses of this one's mind, to learn more about him and his weaknesses. He would exploit these, use them to his advantage and then this body would be his for the taking.

An Angel;

The image of a Twi'lek woman, young, healthy and beautiful appeared before him.

"You care about this one do you?" he whispered, frown turning to a grin.

She was his rock, his cure.

She kept the nightmares away, made him feel like he could live again, truly live.

He loved the way she laughed

The way she smiled

The way she was there

Always there

She made him feel like he could love again

But could he put her through it?

Should he continue to let her in?

He was a curse

Everyone around him gets hurt

Everyone around him dies

No!

He won't

He wouldn't

If he let her in she would die

Just like Kakashi

Just like Tsunade

Just like Sakura

Just like... Hinata

"Had enough?"

Karness Murr's eyes snapped open to look upon his host. He wasn't falling anymore. He was now in an endless white, another void of nothing. The man stood several meters away from him, arms folded and a piercing glare which could melt steel. There was no malice in the glare. No burning hatred or raw passion. There was just a cold indifference to the stare, as if he were looking upon an irritation.

Murr felt a brief spark of annoyance before pushing it down and smiling coldly.

"Yes,"

"Will you leave?"

"I think I'll stay."

He grinned, so wide that his eyes shut. "Suit yourself."

"Who are you?" There was something wrong about this one, something different and unsettling.

"The darkness in his heart." He replied, grin fading and eyes opening. They weren't oceanic blue anymore, but a feral crimson, like blood bled into the sclera. He smiled a cold smile and spoke in a mocking tone, voice changing to a guttural growl which made the tiny hairs on the back of Murr's neck stand on end. "Enjoy the rest of your tour."

Then he was gone.

The white void was gone.

And Murr was falling again.

He landed with a splash, managing to remain on his feet despite the aftershock of falling from a great height. The Sith, bewildered and confused, looked around to see that the scene had changed yet again, and not into one he particularly liked either. He was standing in a tunnel of some kind, with cracked walls and a roof laden with black cables. The light was dim, with great shadows obscuring everything. The only sources of light were dull glow lamps, some shining, others were dim and others still were dark and dead, casting even more shadows. The corridor was flooded, almost up to his knees and a continuous dripping sound could be heard.

There was something else though, something beyond the surface of this underground labyrinth he had stumbled upon.

The air was heavy.

It was difficult to breathe.

There was a light ahead, bright and inviting. The Sith Lord stopped for a moment, considering it to be a trap, but shrugged and continued. The further he walked the heavier the air seemed to become and Murr felt himself truly begin to struggle, but he pressed forward, passing through the threshold between the underground corridor and what awaiting him beyond.

There was darkness.

An endless void of black, but there was something else.

A ball of pure white light, rippling and rotating like a sun, levitated before him. Just being this close to the source of the light was stifling. The air was so heavy that it made him wince. The heat this strange sphere gave off was staggering. But the feeling he gained from being in such close proximity rendered all of these discomforts mute.

Power

Energy

Strength

The force given shape and form

Four strange wooden gates of worn red surrounded the sphere of power, most likely positioned in the primary four directions of north, south, east and west. Though how one could tell direction in this place was difficult to say. What was their purpose in this place, perhaps as restraints to keep this great power in check?

He took one step towards this power.

Then two

Three

He could not take another step, something slammed against him and he was flying. Karness Murr didn't even register what hit him, but by the time he had recovered his senses he was lying in another chamber, cursing he forced himself to his feet and surveyed his new surroundings, noticing with disgust that he was soaking. The flooding had reached knee deep here. The sphere of power was gone, but the heaviness in the air remained.

Some form of noise resounded through this new chamber, like the heavy inhales and exhales of breathing from a giant monster. The steel bars of a cage caught his attention, covering the entire side of the massive chamber. There was nothing but darkness within, was it empty. He noticed a slip of paper covering the area where the lock would be, a strange glyph of some description drawn into it with black ink.

"Little fool."

The pressure in the air multiplied, and with a gasp Murr was forced to his knees, air leaving his lungs and not returning. The Sith Lord gagged at the lack of oxygen entering his lungs. Then he felt it, a pair of eyes glaring at him.

"Humans never cease to amaze me." He looked up in time to see huge vulpine eyes of crimson, just like the avatar of his host he had met in the white void, only magnified a thousand fold in power. A grin appeared next from the darkness, rows of white jagged teeth which glinted in the low light. "You're stupidity amazes me."

Fear

Panic

Terror

All of these emotions hit Murr at once. He was unable to move as he was telekinetically pulled towards the cage. His mind screamed at his body, demanding that it resist, but his spiritual body did not respond to his very simple command. He was kneeling before the bars now, and the last thing he saw were ebony black claws exploding from the gaps in the bars, ready to crush him.

The last thing he heard was the monsters laughter, vicious and joyful.

The last thing he saw was the ebony claws descending upon him.

Murr screamed.


The scream echoed through the small chamber, and Celeste Morne could only look on in awe and terror as the golden scarab that kept the spirit of Karness Murr detached from the man's neck. She recognised the voice, if only just, as the Sith Lords, but she had never heard his voice like this. It was terrified, so afraid that he sounded like he had finally surrendered to his own insanity, crying and screaming as the scarab fell to the ground and scurried around.

"Monster." It screamed continuously, sanity long since left. "Must escape, must escape. Those eyes, by the force those eye. The claws, the claws, leave me, leave me! I need to hide, I need to hide!"

Celeste watched with widening eyes before looking up at the blond haired man, he had fallen to his knees, holding himself up with his sword as a crouch, panting and sweating from his exertions. To throw off the invading spirit of Karness Murr was no small feat.

Why couldn't she move? She tried to move a finger, but all it did was twitch. Is this what parting with the talisman did to her? It weakened her motor functions and made her thinking sluggish, though her mind was clearer than it had been in some time.

Was she dying?

Had the talismans dark magic which had kept her alive been cancelled?

Was she going to die?

Death would be welcome. She had shamed the Covenant and the Jedi by believing in Zane and not killing her-self the moment Murr entered her body. At least with her death the backlash would have killed him too, right?

"I need you."

She opened her eyes and saw the scarab scurry towards her. Something fluttered in her stomach, some strong emotion that she could barely remember. Was it fear? She did not want him inside her again, violating her mind and waiting for the perfect moment to take her for himself.

"I need you!"

She would not let him possess her again.

"I need you!"

She would rather die than be possessed by him again.

"I need you!"

But she couldn't move.

"I need you!"

Why?

"I need you!"

Why!

There was a crash and a scrape.

Celeste opened her eyes to see the scarab still scurrying, but no longer moving. It was barely three feet from her knee, but the blade piercing through its back kept it in place. The blade belonged to a sword, a katana of beautiful craftsmanship and design. The blond warrior was holding it. He looked down upon the golden amulet with cold, merciless eyes before muttering a word in a language she didn't understand.

"Hien!"

A light seemed to encompass the blade, blue in colour and flaring like an unnatural fire. Thin, miniscule cracks appeared along the amulets mass, and a moment later the amulet burst apart. There was an explosion of blinding light as the spirit of Karness Murr was released, and a long wail of anguish as the Sith Lord finally crossed over from the land of the living to whatever hell awaited him on the other side.

Celeste could do nothing more than stare at the small scar on the concrete where the amulet had been, numb and waiting for the voice to return to her. Only it didn't. She waited, faintly aware that the blond haired man had risen to his feet and sheathed his katana in a smooth stroke. She waited and waited but there was no cackling, mocking voice. No evil presence wrestling for control of her mind every waking moment.

There was just silence.

Suddenly she felt numb and exhausted. She couldn't feel her arms and legs, she was barely aware of her own heartbeat. Her vision was becoming blurry and her eyelids almost desperately heavy. It felt like her body was shutting down. That had to be it. The only reason she hadn't suffered from the after effects of such a long cryosleep was because of the dark power of the talisman. Now that it was gone there was nothing to keep her body going.

It looked like what that old scientist had said was true on all but one point. Her being alive was no miracle. As darkness took her she idly wondered where he had vanished too, maybe he ran away in terror, force knows she had been thinking about it. She fell forward, and collided with a warm body, with the last of her strength the fading Jedi looked up to see her in the arms of the stranger.

He spoke, but his words didn't reach her. It looked like her hearing had failed on her as well. The Jedi wondered if she was going to die like this before finally succumbing to her exhaustion and passing into unconsciousness.


Gently Naruto set her down, a frown on his features as he looked her over. The woman had seemed perfectly fine until that strange talisman had disconnected from around her neck, well fine was a little off in his opinion. She looked a step away from going completely insane, but she at least had control of her motor functions.

The second the talisman had disconnected she had become as still as a statue, and while the spirit possessing the artefact had attempted to possess him her eyes seemed to dim and her breathing became more laboured. It reminded him of Shinobi who had passed their limits, took soldier pills and fought until they wore off. No, it was exactly what it looked like. The power of the spirit seemed to have not only forced her body to work past her limits but also kept her alive as well.

This was just an unfounded opinion though. He needed someone like Sakura when it came to medical matters. Just thinking about it made his head hurt a little, though that could probably be blamed on the artefact which had tried to take him over. He only remembered bits and pieces of the whole ordeal.

The attempt by Murr had dredged up some old memories, some he cherished, others he just wanted to remain buried. The sorrow and pain of seeing all of his friends, family and girlfriend die was still there, bottled up, and he refused to face it. Naruto realised what a hypocrite he was, nudging Aayla to face her pain head on when he was still so busy running from his own. That was all he seemed to do since he came here, run away.

Naruto took a deep breath, dispelling his headache and the memories for the time being before deciding to check the woman over.

What would Sakura do?

Pulse, check her pulse.

He did so, taking her right wrist and jabbing his thumb into the area where her pulse would be. He felt it, though he frowned at how slow it appeared to be. Maybe he was wrong. He pressed the side of his head against her chest, listening and feeling for her heartbeat. There it was. The heartbeat was there, a continuous thump in his ears, but it was weak and getting weaker. Her breathing was becoming shallow as well as laboured.

Her body was shutting down.

Never let it be said that Naruto Uzumaki was a person who would leave someone in need. He gently scooped her up in his arms, amazed at how light she was even with the armoured suit she was wearing. Maybe armoured was a bit of an exaggeration, considering it left her stomach bare.

She may have attacked him, but she was being possessed at the time, or pseudo-possessed at the time, and Aayla would probably sock him one if he left her with the unconscious and soon to be awake and very angry Sith Lord.

Why was he making excuses?

Aayla

What was he going to do about Aayla

Was he falling for her?

He shook his head, realising what a stupid question it was. The sixteen year old who was dense as a rock when it came to women was long gone. Off course he was falling for her. She was one of his new precious people, and he knew that if the situation came he would die for her in an instant. That was how precious she was to him, and he wouldn't let her die, no one he loved would ever die in front of him ever again.

Not ever.

He rushed through the main entrance of the old observatory, idly noticing the old man in the strange suit cowering behind a corner, and continued on to the rendezvous point with Aayla and Dass. The shuttle wasn't far away now.


Aayla sighed in relief when she saw him running right towards the landing ramp. The strange Jedi girl held in his arms. The Jedi turned her head and raised her voice. "He's coming, power up the engines!"

Dass didn't reply, but sure enough the hum of the shuttles atmospheric thrusters came to life. Naruto was already at the foot of the landing ramp and climbed it with relative ease. He gave her a small smile which she returned, before bringing her attention to the woman in his arms.

"Does this thing have a medical bay?"

"Yes it does, if the layout hasn't changed." Aayla replied as she hit the button which brought up the landing ramp. "Why?"

"Because I think she's dying."

Aayla looked at the woman and noticed that she didn't look well, at all. Her skin had become almost deathly pale, breathing was shallow and laboured and she could feel her signature weakening in the force. They needed to hurry. She bid Naruto to follow her before shouting up the main corridor to their pilot. "Das,s get us the hell out of here!"

There was a sudden shudder as the Jedi pilot raised the shuttle into a hover, and then the ship was off. The compensators keeping their balance relatively steady as they zoomed past the troposphere, stratosphere, mesosphere, thermosphere and exosphere within the time span of a few seconds. Then they reached orbit, and all aboard could hear and feel the main subspace engines come online.

"Keep us on the night side of the planet Dass," Aayla called as she hit a button on a keypad, a glass door opened revealing the familiar white walls of an infirmary. "I want to be as far away from them as possible before they see us."

"Will do," Jennir shouted back.

By the time Naruto entered the infirmary with his unconscious passenger Aayla was already tapping commands into a hologram of a keyboard. "Place her on the table would you."

The table didn't look all that inviting, a slab of steel which reminded Naruto more of a torture chambers utensil than something that could be found in a medical wing. But he conceded and placed her on the table, as carefully as possible. He backed up and watched as a medical droid of some description was activated, most likely by Aayla tinkering with the console.

There was a sudden explosion which made the ship shudder violently, nearly throwing Aayla and Naruto off their feet. Jennir's voice echoed through the main corridor. "They found us. I could use some help up here!"

Naruto and Aayla looked at each other for a moment before the woman of the duo sighed. "Go, I'll take care of this."

Naruto nodded his head and spun on his heel, exiting the medical wing and running up the corridor towards what he hoped was the cockpit. It was to his great joy, and Jennir looked up as he jumped into what he assumed was the co-pilots chair and strapped himself in place. "Please don't tell me it's that Star Destroyer thingy."

Jennit gave him a weird look before shaking his head, apparently remembering who he was talking too. "Luckily no, it's just a scout squadron, a single fighter, but others will be coming soon."

To accent his point there was another small explosion and another shudder which made everything not bolted down clatter. The winged silhouette of an ARC-170 flew by the cockpit, so close that Naruto could make out the pilots white helmet. He remembered Aayla talk about them, apparently the beginning of a new generation of starfighter.

"Well that isn't good."

"No, no it isn't." Jennir replied, himself just starring at the thing.

"So, what are we going to do?"

"You can fly right?"

"Aayla and Crys but me through some hours in the simulator," Naruto replied sheepishly.

"How did that go?"

"I crashed," Naruto replied guiltily.

"How many times did you crash?"

"A few." He answered with a guilty little smile, "Five times."

"Where's Aayla when you need her." Dass groaned as he jerked the flight stick, bringing the Theta-class shuttle into a hard right, just missing the worst end of a laser barrage from the passing ARC-170. They apparently had orders to disable and not destroy the craft. They would all be dead otherwise. "Can you pilot this thing?"

"I don't know," Naruto replied as he began hitting buttons with speed, bringing out his own control stick and transferring the flight controls to his side of the cockpit. He was grinning like a madman as he took the controls. "Let's find out."

He brought the shuttle into a tight descent which was definitely not recommended in its specs, missing a barrage of weapons fire from the starfighter before putting her into a mess of turns, jinks and evasive manoeuvres. Dass unbuckled himself from his chair and made his way over to the hyperdrive control monitor, nearly losing his balance when a blast of laser fire slammed against the shields of the transport.

"Dass!"

"Yeah," the Jedi replied as he began inputting coordinates into the console.

"I may have exaggerated the number of times I crashed my simulator."

The Jedi felt himself go pale, but continued to slam commands into the computer. The scanners were telling him that the rest of the squadron would be there soon, throwing the number of foes up from one to nine, and then escape would be impossible. "How many times did you crash, Naruto?"

There was a sudden loss of gravity and Dass had to grab onto a handrail to stop him from colliding with the ceiling of the cockpit. He looked over at the view-screen in time to see the stars spin. Did he just do a barrel roll? That was not recommended for a vessel like this.

"I broke the simulator Dass!"

"Naruto,"

"Yes?"

"Please, stop talking." He continued to input commands for a suitable course into the console, trying to not think that he had just gave the pilots chair to a man who broke the simulator. How could you break a simulator? He took a deep meditative breath before continuing to input commands into the computer. He was almost there. He got it, now all he had to do was get the ship lined up.

He rushed to the chair and jumped in, strapping himself into place. "Naruto, transfer controls to me."

"Sure," the blond replied. "You better hurry though. The rest of those assholes will be on us in a few seconds."

Dass grabbed the controls and pulled on the wheel, hard, bringing the shuttle up by thirty degrees, setting them up perfectly with his typed in hyperspace coordinates. He kept it there for a few seconds, well aware of the enemy squadron bearing down upon them. There was an alarm which signalled a target lock, someone had fired a proton torpedo.

"Ready," he called; looking over to see with relief that Naruto had his hand on the hyperdrive lever. "Punch it!"

He did, pushing it forward, and the stars became lines as they went into hyperspace. Jennir remained tense for a moment, waiting for an explosion, before sighing in relief and relaxing into his chair. Naruto seemed to do the same. They were like that for a while, just basking in the sweet moment of escape and survival.

"So," Dass said at last, gaining the blonds attention. "How the hell did you break your simulator?"


Author Alert 1: Star Wars and Naruto are the properties of Musashi Kishimoto & Lucas Arts, not particularly in that order.

Authors Alert 2: Once again I apologise for it taking so long, but I have had an epiphany. The reason why I have been having writers block lately is because I have not been getting any exercise, and too much coca cola (It does something with my brain for some reason.) I have cut back on the coke, joined a gym, started walking and started drinking beer. It appears to be dragging my muse back, kicking and screaming I hope. The Ancient Evil piece of the story is done, and thank god because it was giving me a severe case of writers block.

Author's Alert 3: I either thank or curse the existence of inuboy86 for continually pressing me on the update for this story. Just thought I should throw that out there. Three cheers for inuboy86, the bane of my existence lol.