Korriban Part Two

Kanan stewed, his anger rippling out through the Force, the energies of the Dark Side curled around him, flowed from him. He snarled silently, couldn't Hera see he was doing this for her? For the crew of the Ghost, didn't she understand that everything he did was in an effort to protect their family?

Korriban whispered at him, called him back outside, it appealed to his anger, promised more power. Kanan rose fluidly, Revan's armour glowed with the Dark Side, absorbing more and more of his aura. He turned from the dormitory and strode out, deep thudding purposeful steps.

Ezra looked at him once, smiled sadly but made no move to stop him.

The dark side rose up within him when he set foot on the planet's surface again, his anger with Hera still fresh, like a gaping wound. He moved into the Valley away from the Hawk, past the obelisks that were arranged in perfect lines through the Valley, in the centre of the Valley he knelt and dug his left hand into the hot sand.

"Tulak Hord." He growled out, he summoned up his growing power, all of it, dark and light and shoved it through the planet. It stirred every spirit, awoke many others. The Dark Side thrummed, and Kanan gathered his anger, his strength and sent it like a wave through the planet, pulse after pulse of his will. "Tulak Hord." The Dark Jedi said, "I summon you." Kanan drew up all his power and shoved it through Korriban, he knew this would echo through the Force, that Vader and his master would very probably feel it, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Finally the spirit of the Sith Lord appeared, near physical in form for all the power Kanan had been shoving at the Sith. His armour was black, huge and it hid his features, in his hand a red lightsaber. "Impudent child! Die!"

The massive Sith lunged at Kanan and he only got his lightsaber out just in time to save getting bisected.

Tulak instantly forced Kanan onto the defensive, their red blades, one glowing purely and strong, the other a dark rusted red like dried blood.

Pain raced up Kanan's arms with every blow he blocked, the power behind the Sith Lords strikes was tremendous, Kanan felt as if mass of a Star Destroyer was hitting him. Tulak annihilated his defensives, Revan's armour took the brunt of the damage.

Kanan found himself shifting from the Niman form to the Soresu, as it was all he could do to keep the angry spirit from cutting him into tiny pieces.

Keria's voice sounded in his head, an unwelcome distraction. "We are as children playing with toys compared to the prowess of the old masters."

"Shut up!" Kanan snarled at the woman, but his distraction cost him.

Tulak's blazing lightsaber cleaved into his upper right arm, where the armour was thinnest.

Kanan let out a roar of pain and threw all his might into a Force Push that sent the master back through the air, though he landed with grace. He watched as the true master approached him again, clearly savouring the moment. Kanan twisted the Force and forced it to repair the damage to his arm, then he summoned Revan's blade Devourer to his left hand. The silver blade shined forth and the Dark Jedi would have admired it had he not been otherwise busy.

Kanan took a deep breath in and out, calming his rampaging heart. "Fear is the mind killer."

Each step of the Sith Lord thundered through the Valley, each step was a herald of doom.

Kanan relaxed his mind, "There is no passion, there is serenity." His raged drained from him, he let his emotions flow into the Force, he tried to calm his mind. "Fear is the mind killer." He shifted his awareness sank it deep into himself, till he was aware of his body again.

Devourer rose just in time to lock with Tulak's blade, the blades were of equal power. Even if the strength of the arms behind them was vastly different.

Kanan could feel the spirits surprise and went on the offensive, he moved through fluidly, commanding his cells passing through space and time. Seeing just enough into the future, to see where to move himself too.

His blade struck out to attack the Sith Lords back, but the Lord was a far greater power than Kanan.

Now the duel began in true, Tulak's mastery, to Kanan's ability to move his cells through space. Lightsaber's clashed in blazes of energy and sparks. The Jedi's body no more than a blurred haze, always moving just that millimeter out of the way of Tulaks' blade.

Revan's memories pumped through Kanan, his blades grew faster, his styles grew towards perfection. While being so wholly devoted to the battle, Revan flowed through her host. Finally allowing more of her skills, her experiences to become a part of him.

Ezra came out of the Hawk to watch, but did not dare help his master.

Tulak's Force Push hit Kanan in the stomach and sent him soaring meters through the air.

The Dark Jedi twisted and righted himself landing on his feet, kicking up sand and dust. The wind whipped at his scar, his hair had fallen out of its tie. Kanan tried to take the moment to gather his wits, using the Prana-bindu was draining his energy reserves faster than he could replenish them. He let the power go, and started toward the Sith, redoubling his efforts to infuse his body with the Force. Making himself faster, stronger, with a snarl he threw everything he hand into a Force charge and leaped at the Sith like a crazed Marauder.

Again Tulak blocked him with ease, almost lazily as the Sith noticed that the Dark Jedi was no longer using his strange power. It had intrigued the Sith, made this little fight worth engaging in.

Kanan let out a snarl of frustration as the Sith toyed with him, their lightsabers clashing over and over, high, low, high, middle, silver to red, red to red.

With a flick of his free hand, Tulak seized Kanan in the Force and lifted him up, forcing his body to bow backward, but Kanan did not release his blades.

Tulak gave nothing away as he held Kanan in place, crucified in the Force. He tightened his grip and Kanan could feel pressure compact his armour, could feel it on his very bones, the pain when they compressed and fractured. The Dark Jedi let out a silent scream as fire flared up throughout his body.

With lazy flicks Tulak sent the Dark Jedi flying into one the obelisks, the impact cause Kanan to let out a shout as he was sure his ribs broke, the stone cracked behind his back. With a sweep of his arm Tulak sent Kanan into another obelisk, harder this time.

Kanan let out a cry as he was sure his spine went with that one, he tried to cough up blood but Tulaks hold was absolute. With a lazy flick of his fingers, Tulak sent Kanan flying up into the air, let him hang for a moment a good ten meters up, then grabbed him again and sent into plummeting down into the sand.

The pain was immense, Kanan was sure that all of his bones were turned to dust, Tulaks hold lessened and let up. Kanan lifted his face from the sand, his arms screamed in protest, his hands still clenching his lightsabers. He heaved coughing up wet hacks of blood, it splattered the sand, caused fresh stabs of pain through his chest.

The Dark side thrummed in his veins, Kanan remembered his vision of Darth Sion, this was nothing compared to that. Harnessing his pain, he gathered the Dark Side to him, forced it to bend to his will. He channelled it through his shattered bones and torn muscles.

Slowly under the Sith Lords gaze, Kanan pulled himself to his feet, blood dripped down his chin. Pain drove him onward, he wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. "We aren't done." He snarled, igniting the lightsabers.

Tulak raised his blade and waited, his black armour gleaming in the sun.

Kanan took one shaky step forward, then another and another, closing the distance between them. One meter, then two past beneath his feet, then his steps grew more sure, stronger, till his back straightened and his breathing cleared.

"RAAHH!" Kanan charged, throwing all his strength behind each strike, their blades clashed, Tulak blocked strike after strike. Kanan's slow heaving blows would never break through the Sith's guard.

Tulak stabbed out, his sword going through Revan's armour, through Kanan's shoulder and out the other side.

A Force push from Kanan, forced the Sith back enough that the sword was withdrawn from his shoulder and he continued his attack.

Tulak was growing bored with the Dark Jedi, and returned to the offense, blow after blow, rained down on Kanan. An arm, a leg, shoulder, hip, hand, his lightsaber started to cut the Jedi to ribbons, but still Kanan fought on.

Then the hot strikes stopped, Tulak's Force lightning was nothing like Kanan had ever felt before, he was to blinded by pain to even try to catch the attack on his sabers. The purple lightning forced him to the ground, his sabers fell from his spasming hands into the dust as he bowed backward, letting out a ear piercing scream.

It went on and on, Kanan convulsed, coughed up blood, his bones broken, muscles tore, nerves screamed in agony, Kanan had no idea when it stopped, but eventually it did. He looked up at the Sith, chest heaving for air despite the pain the action caused.

Tulak's red blade was hovering just above Kanan's throat.

Kanan forced himself not to cough and used an arm to turn himself over, pushed his body to uncurl itself. A hand formed into a fist and Kanan forced himself to sit up, he rose his head in defiance.

The Dark Jedi could feel the heat of Tulak's blade as it followed him though his movements, and was slightly surprised when it hissed shut. "Good, for a first lesson." The massive Sith, sheathed his lightsaber and touched Kanan's forehead with a finger. The Dark Jedi could feel another tethering bond, like the one he shared with Visas. "So you don't wake the planet again. Heal your wounds and call for me again."

Kanan bowed his head, "Yes my Lord." slowly he rose to his feet, every nerve screamed, blood stained his armour. He turned away from the Sith spirit and the spirit dissipated to hord the energy Kanan had given it.

Ezra felt like he was going to throw up as his master made his way slowly back to the ship. Korribans orange sands grew red under the Jedi's steps. However Ezra didn't dare leave the ship, he stood on the very edge of the gangplank, hands inching to reach out to Kanan. Slowly so slowly, Kanan made his way back, he'd cough, horrible wet hacks and blood would dribble down his chin. After what felt like an eternity Kanan made it you the ship, and fell into Ezra's waiting arms.

Ezra had to reach into the Force to keep from getting crushed by Kanan's heavy bloody body. "Kanan! Stay awake! I can't carry you." Ezra wrapped his arm around Kanan's middle and winced when he felt blood seep through his cloths. Kanan let out a pained grunt but remained aware, his steps left bloody footprints in the ship. Ezra half carried Kanan into the med bay, his master stumbling, only pained sounds escaped his throat.

The med bay was thankful close a side room to the main room. Ezra set Kanan down on the single bed and started working through the armour. Each and every piece came back sticky and when Kanan's chest came into view, he couldn't hold it back anymore, be flung himself to the sink and threw up. Voiding his last few meals in one go, quickly he rinsed his mouth and went back to Kanan.

"Hold on Kanan." Ezra said, working on removing Kanan breeches, not looking at his master's chest. Ezra discarded the last of the armour carelessly, letting it fall to the floor with a thunk. Ezra froze for a moment as he looked at his hands. Kanans' blood coated them, dark red and sticky. Bile rose in Ezras' throat again, and he turned away again, still resolved to not view Kanan's chest.

Meetra appeared beside him. "You can not falter now, lesser men would be long dead. You need to set his ribs, heal then clear his lungs. Put your hands on his chest, I will guide you."

Ezra swallowed thickly and set his hands on Kanans chest, tried to ignore the rib sticky out of his skin. Or the lumps of fractured bone that looked to be cutting the flesh from the inside. He could feel his master's shallow breaths under his hands, the dull beat of his heart. He felt Meetra touch his mind and provide knowledge to him, where bones were supposed to be, how to move them, how to promote blood creation.

"Feel him, look past the exterior, see the bone, the muscles, veins." Meetra counseled her student. "Let us start with that rib, see the points of the break and the fractures?"

Ezra closed his eyes, reached out to see his master through the Force, he focused on the jutting bone, started to see how blood oozed from the flesh with each breath Kanan took. He tried to look deeper, to see where it had been damaged.

"Good. Now," Meetra touched his shoulder and helped him with the next bit. "See where it came from, how it to be where it is now." Her own force energy guided Ezra's own. "Now, guide it back to where it should be." Ezra pushed as gently as he could and Kanan screamed.

The Dark Jedi arched off the bed, his body straining upwards, his hands gripped the bed so tightly that they left dents.

Ezra reached out and grabbed the much more powerful Jedi with the Force, tried to get him to settle back on the bed. Meetra had to help, she held Kanan in place and said. "There are cuffs in the bottom drawer on the right."

The overwhelmed teen races too the drawer and six energy restraints.

"Two for legs, two for chest, one for arms and one for neck." Meetra said.

Ezra grabbed the bands and set them out over Kanan; shins, thighs, stomach, chest, and then neck, the bands connected to the bed and Ezra returned his hands Kanans chest.

"Give him something to bite, healing a Sith is never a pleasant process for anyone." Meetra said.

"Okay." Ezra glanced around and ended up grabbing one of Kanans gauntlets, he barely had to prompt his master before the man was biting down on the gauntlet like it was the only thing keeping him sane.

Ezra then grabbed a chair, perched on it and set his hands on Kanans chest. Blood pulsed forth with the determined Dark Jedi's heart beat, the wound from the rib still present.

The padawan focused again, trying to see where Kanans flesh had gone wrong. Another rib had pierced a lung, with Meetra's help he put it back where it belonged with another crack.

Kanan screamed again, fighting against the restraints, pain, the world lost all meaning beyond the all encompassing pain. He bit down on the gauntlet obvious it is blood soaked state.

With Meetra's promoting and guidance, Ezra worked through his master's wails and thrashing, fought for his master's life and the tears that threatened to cloud his vision. His whole skeleton needed attention, it was slow going and hard work, it was only thanks to Meetra's expertise that there wouldn't be permanent damage.

Once when the thrashing got so bad Ezra had to back off, he wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve and asked. "Why doesn't he pass out?" Despair colored his voice, the blood had soaked the bed and started to drip to the floor.

"Sith are taught to feed on their emotions, the easiest of this is pain. I doubt Kanan is aware that he is doing it, but the more pain is inflicted, the greater power he has behind him to keep him alive. A normal person would have long ago bleed out, a Jedi would have never lasted this long. Sith are by their very nature, are masters at clinging to life. He has settled, we must mend the interior, kolto can see to the exterior." Meetra said and Ezra put his hands back on is master, sending his awareness back to mending the pulverized bones, righting muscles, repairing nerves.

Ezra worked long into the night, the Force giving him the energy to stay awake and by dawn, he started smearing kolto over Kanans body, removed the restraints and floated him above the table to coat his back. He used the Force to draw the blood from the bed and float it over to the waste disposal unit. As Ezra turned to leave his master's side, Kanan caught his hand gently.

"Well done, thank you." Kanan said his voice a roughing rasping whisper.

Ezra smiled tiredly. "Just try and get some sleep."

Kanan released Ezra's hand and his eyes finally closed.

Ezra left the door open as he left, so he would be able to hear it if Kanan needed help. He slowly walked to the refresher and peeled himself out of his blood stained clothes, tossing them into the wash. The Ebon Hawk had renewable water, so Ezra didn't care as he turned the tap on and let it run over his hands.

His bangs fell into his face as he stared at his hands, they shook as he tried to rub the blood off of them. The water turned red, his thumbs stuck and slide over the blood he was trying to get rid off. He stopped for a moment to apply soap then tried to rub at the blood again. He was too tired to cry, he had long since lost anything to throw up, the imagine of Kanan's wreaked body was burned into his retinas.

Meetra appeared beside him, watching his hands. "Might I recommend a shower? They always made me feel better after patching Atton back together."

Ezra nodded and turned off the water, got rid of his underclothes and stepped into the shower.

The water was just right and Ezra bowed his head, letting it pour over the crown of his head. Slowly the stickiness of his shoulder where he had held Kanan up faded, he watched as the red curled and went down the drain. Robotically he set about washing himself, he was done quickly but he stood in the shower till he was to tired to remain standing.

Stepping out he wrapped a towel around himself, Meetra was waiting for him. Without a word she stepped to him and pulled him into a hug.

Ezra closed his eyes and hugged back, endless grateful that she could be physical sometimes. His head rested just above her breast, so he could tuck it into space above her heart. She didn't have a smell, there was no sound of a heart beat, only the pressure of her arms around him, the softness of her chest.

"It will get better." Meetra said softly, resting her cheek on his head. "I was the healer of our group, it always hurts to see someone you care about in pain. There is always that fear that something will go wrong. But you have the power to heal, to restore them, never forget that. Your determination, will win out in the end."

"Why did he do it though? There was no way he could win, I heard what Keria said." Ezra squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force the sound of Kanan's pain from his mind.

"Kanan was angry, Visas mentioned that Tulak Hord was a master duelist. Kanan may not believe in the ways of the Sith, but the Dark Side is strong here. It is very hard for him to keep a clear mind, he sought to improve and had been given the tool to call forth another master. When he is able, he will go out again, and Tulak will destroy him again." Meetra extended her arua over him, another hug of a different kind. "And you will have to put him together again. Think of it as practice, Kanan is strong enough that he can work through his injuries, someday you might have to heal someone who is not."

Ezra nodded and pulled away, Meetra became less tangible.

"Get some sleep Ezra, tomorrow we will likely be doing this again." Fading away further.

"Goodnight Meetra." Ezra said, watching her fade, with a smile a smile she disappeared and he went to bed.

Kanan awoke feeling sticky and with every fiber of his being complaining very loudly. He reached up and rubbed his temples, his scar was very sore, almost as sore as the rest of him. His Force sight was slow to awaken, but eventually the room formed around him, a complete imagine, though fluid with undercurrents of the Force underneath.

He forced himself upright, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. The kolto was mostly gone, just a sticky after feeling, he could feel blood under his fingernails and in his hair. Kanan forced himself to his feet and stumbled from the Med bay, Ezra was sitting by the holo com, nibbling disinterestedly on a ration bar.

"How long was I out?" Kanan asked, leaning on a wall.

Ezra looked up almost startled. "A day. How are you feeling?"

Kanan righted himself and moved toward the refresher taking stock. "Sore, but healed."

Ezra watched him closely. "Are you going out again after a shower?"

"Yeah." Kanan stretched, hearing his bones grind.

His padawan again watched, trying to see if anything was off. "I cleaned your armour, if you want to wear it again. It's weird, it's completely repaired."

Kanan looked at the black pile of gear sitting on the end of the bench, his lightsabers on the top. "I think switching to breeches and boots would be best, much easier to clean."

"Good idea." Ezra said, as his master walked to the refresher, the red welts of lightsaber burns stood out his otherwise tanned skin. White scars had appeared all across Kanan's back, from where his armour had cracked.

Kanan gave Ezra a small smile and entered the refresher, the warm water hurt at first but then soothed away the last of his aches and pains. Ezra had done his best to wash the blood away while he had worked but there was nothing like a good shower.

He poked at the new saber burn going through his shoulder, oddly it didn't hurt, Ezra had done a good job the wound was purely cosmetic now. After finishing he took the time to shave, partly because it would be easier to wash the blood off later and he hopped the mundane action would help Ezra relax.

Thinking back on his battle with Tulak, there was no way he could outlast the Sith, he lacked Revan's famous endurance. The spirit had been fast and strong, impossibly so, he saber work flawless, it was no wonder Tulak had never been defeated. Finished he stepped out and pulled his hair back and tied it with a new scrap of leather, it was almost meeting his shoulders how. Ezra too needed a haircut, though Kanan doubted lightsabers would be very good for the job.

After drying himself Kanan went to his dormitory and pulled on a plain pair of breeches, his old belt, then returned to Ezra and pulled on the boots of Revans armour. After clipping his lightsabers on his belt he paused, and looked up, Ezra was meditating, with the occasional flicker of blue that meant he was practicing Force powers.

Turning his attention back to his gear he pulled out Darth Nihilus holocron. It was a golden square with green Sith runes on it, pursing his lips Kanan went to the port dormitory and knelt. Raising his hand he floated the holocron before him before, letting his hand rest on his leg.

Looking inward he gathered the power he had used to hold himself together and stretched it out, wrapping it around the holocron. "I need the power to fight Tulak Hord."

The holocron opened with a soft clink and Kanan could feel the spirit of his master, reach out and sink his claws into Kanan's being.

War bloomed all around him, he was locked in battle with a Mandalorian fighter. There was a deep pulse ripping through the force and all around him people died by the millions, Jedi and Mandalorian alike. He felt the Force die within him, as he was thrown from the battle by the shockwave coming from the planet below.

The void within him, ached, he could feel the lives around him, they burned so bright in the force. He pulled them to him, snuffed out life, used it to sustain himself.

The scene changed and he was looking out over the bridge of Ravager, his centurion class battlecruiser, very alike the Imperial Star Destroyers of today. The planet before him was bright in the Force, he was so hungry, the life of this planet would sustain him for a time. He raised his hand and there was no flash of light, no glorious display of the Force. His mind stretched over the planet touching each and every spark of life. Then he spoke calling the life to him and everything on Katarr died, their life force flowing to him, the cities burned and the face of the planet was reduced to ash.

Kanan felt the power of a world's worth of lives, of Jedi, of the Miraluka, it filled him past a point he had ever known before.

Kanan shuddered back to awareness and the holocron snapped shut, cold sweat dripped down his back. Slowly he stood, he felt ill and exhilarated at the same time, he walked to the cargo hold and opened the secret compartment that housed Revan's mask. He set the holocron beside it and paused, he ran a finger over the cold metal of the Mandalorian mask and a shiver went through him. Soon, but not yet.

Kanan closed the compartment and strode out of the Hawk, he returned to the Valley of the Lords, felt for Tulak's bond and forced more power along it.

Tulak appeared the same as before raised his blade and waited.

Kanan drew him blades they hissed to life, but this time he stretched his awareness out over Korriban, feeling the lives of its creatures, the spirits of the dead and as he charged Hord he called the lives to him. His voice heralding death all around him, the power was intoxicating.

Tulak blowed blow after blow, striking out at the Jedi, he could feel the life drain that Kanan was using, could feel it stretching out to sustain the Dark Jedi.

Kanan worked his blades in tandem faster and faster, pushing himself more than he had ever before. He could feel the new burns on his flesh and Tulak hit him again and again, feel the pain. He snarled, and blasted Tulak away with a Force push, Revan's styles awoke again and he threw his lightsaber as a follow up.

Tulak batted the blade way and raised a hand sending a river of purple Force lightning at Kanan.

Revan's instinct guided him and Kanan raised a hand, Tulak's lightning gathered in his palm and with a grunt of effort Kanan absorbed it. Flicking his wrist he called his saber back to himself, Revan wanted to leap at Tulak but Kanan was to overwhelmed with power. Instead he slowed his heartbeat and breathing, and slipped back into the Prana-bindu, stopping his drain of the life around him.

Tulak charged him, leaping forward to cleave him in two and at the very last moment Kanan, moved his cells out of the way, sliding through space to reform at Tulak's right side. He swung out only for his blade to clash with Tulak's again.

The spirit ceased playing with the growing abomination and rained blow after blow down on the Dark Jedi. Many slipped through but Kanan blocked just a few more then last time. When he grew to exhausted to maintain the Prana-bindu, he shifted back to draining, leaping over the Sith to put more distance between himself and the Hawk and to move closure to yet living creatures for he lacked Nihilus's range of the Force drain.

Slowly Revan's fluidity returned, leading more and more of her skill to Kanan, not just her sword work but her ability to read the battlefield. Slowly Tulak's blows stopped feeling so random and strange, with Revan's help Kanan at long last more than half an hour from the start of the duel, he finally found the tempo between them.

Kanan slowly stopped relying on blocks in the battle, but instead slowly started to twist and turn with it. Parrying with smaller movements, the tiniest changes of pressure and force, the energy between the two warriors flowed.

Tulak was not actively attempting to dominate Kanan this time round, their first duel had been about determining Kanan's worth. Now it was about teaching and learning, not to say Kanan wouldn't come out of it riddled with wounds.

Tulak would force the battle faster, Kanan would have to retreat and change tactics, as he attempted to keep up. As Tulak always did this when Kanan's power reserves were too drained to use the Prana-bindu. However this forced Kanan to fall back into step with Revan's styles, as he grew to see more and more of Tulak's tells.

It was when Kanan was most drained that he learned the most, his skill not just within what he could do when accelerated by the Force grew but what he could do without. Revan's Echani training started to make sense to him, not just in forms but in how the Echani could find the flow of combat, read their opponents several minutes in advance without the use of the Force. Revan's personal language started to make become clear as it imprinted within Kanan, Revan did not just the commitment to a fight. To Revan battle was a tapestry, subtle weaving a thread, she spoke through battle and tactics in a way words would never equal.

Kanan started to see how to use his body without the force, for he was no Darth Bane or Master Yoda, whose strength and speed won the day. Like Revan he had to be cunning and subtle, drawing the battle out to the point where most others would grow to tired to continue. Kanan started to see that he would never match Tulak in strength, but would have to learn to seek victory through other less blatant means.

He turned from flitting between the ataru, soresu, to a near complete dedication to the niman. With every action he and Revan grew more in tune as he adopted more and more of Revan's tactics and style.

Tulak blasted Kanan way sending him careening back toward tumbling head over heels into the sand. He allowed Kanan to pick himself back up and catch his breath, they had been dueling for over an hour now.

"Who is your master?" Tulak asked, he had been watching the Dark Jedi improve with astounding speed.

Sand aggravated Kanan's many burn wounds, his pool of Force energy was replenishing swiftly but he decided not to return to the Prana-bindu. He could feel Revan's spirit humming through his body, feel her lessons coming more and more easily to him. Kanan readied himself in the niman's most basic form, open, planted and even. "Darth Revan." He said at last and flinched when he felt Tulak's mind slice through his own.

"You are a foolish abomination, to allow her to become part of you." Tulak opened the engagement with a wall of Force lightning.

Kanan caught the assault on Devourer, shifting slightly lowering his blade back for a side swing. "What is an abomination?" He asked, approaching slowly.

Tulak released the lighting and began to batter down on Kanan again. Unlike their first fight, Kanan started to flow around Tulak, never staying in one place, dodging rather than blocking.

"An abomination is when you allow a spirit to take over your body, when your personality is destroyed by the spirit." Tulak sent out a Force repulse.

The Dark Jedi, allow himself to be thrown back, but flew through the air elegantly, then used a Force sprint to close quarters again, twisting and turning to avoid Tulak's blade. He swung low with one blade, as Tulak's blade came for his head, he jumped over the Sith Lord twisting in the air.

Tulak's blade cut him from the right hip, to the left shoulder, Kanan lost all of his momentum as he let out a pained cry and Tulak's blade burned the flesh the left side of his neck.

"Enough, tend to your wounds and return when you are healed." Tulak disappeared.

Gritting his teeth Kanan walked back to the Hawk, footprints of their duel ranged all over and it took several minutes to walk back. Ezra was where Kanan had left him, only now there was a bowl of clear water and a several wash rags beside him on the table.

Ezra opened his eyes to view his master, at least this time there wasn't blood everywhere, just the smell of charred flesh. Kanan sat beside Ezra and offered the boy his back to work on first.

Ezra winced but set his hands on Kanan's back and slowly started to mend the flesh, occasionally stopping to clear the dead skin away. "So it went better this time?" Ezra asked.

"Much. He didn't decided to throw me around like a rag doll this time." Kanan said, using the Force to dip a rag in the water and levitate it to the wound on his neck. He let out a small sigh of relief as the cool water calmed the angry wound. "I actually connected with Revan more this time, learned from her as well."

"That's good." Ezra said, clearing away the black flesh to help the still living tissue to heal.

"How much food do we have left?" Kanan asked.

"About a month's worth." Ezra said, he finished with Kanan's back and started on working on other numerous nicks and cuts.

"Then we will stay the month." Kanan said.

"Are we going to that place we found in the Star Maps?" Ezra asked.

Kanan closed his eyes and called up Revan's memories, they came so easily now. "No. The Star Forge is safest if we only visit it when we need too."

Ezra nodded and removed his hands from Kanan's back. "Are you going out again?"

Kanan stood and rolled his shoulders, everything hurt but he had a feeling that was going to become a pretty normal state of being for him. "Yes, I need to make the most of the time we have."

"When you are done for today, can we spar?" Ezra asked, he wanted to practice too and wanted to break Korriban's hold on his master.

Kanan nodded and smiled slightly. "Of course, sorry about our lessons."

Ezra shook his head and waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it Kanan, you will just have more to teach me when we find time again."

Ezra's ready acceptance surprised Kanan, but then the boy had grown much more mellow under Meetra's teachings. "See you later then."

"Try and keep yourself in one piece please." Ezra said with a smirk.

"I will." Kanan set out the way he had come, stopping in the cargo hold to retrieve a saber staff, it was a plain silver in design with blue blades. Revan had been a master of near all types of lightsabers, it was only fitting that Kanan branch out as well.

He found it odd, as he ran his hands over the cool metal, his mind was clearer for all the fighting he had been doing. He was beginning to see how Revan maintained herself as a Grey Knight, for all his use of the Dark Side. Talking with Ezra brought him peace and joy, the saber staff was firmly aligned in the light side and brought calm to his mind.

He wasn't balanced yet, but he was learning and with that he left the Hawk to get his butt handed to him again.

In case anyone is confused, in my head cannon Force ghost can physically manifest more strongly in places where the Force is strong. The Ebon Hawk, Dantoonie or Korriban, Tulak is so strong because Kanan gives him yet more energy every time he summons Hord.

Thank you for your review Sguti392, the only hint I will give you, is do you think with all the growth Ezra has had, I'm going to reset him for the sake of following the show?