Six Dark Jedi ran towards them, lightsabers whirling as they did so. The boys had barely enough time to get there guard up before the enemy was upon them. Three of the Dark Jedi surrounded Sinnach, whilst the other three focused upon Panor and Kalnan. Never before had he been so hard pressed in a fight and he was now praying that all of the training Prion had given him would save him. He force pushed one of them away to give himself a bit of leeway and then he turned to face his two remaining opponents. He parried one of their thrusts and managed to get inside the guard of the other one and slice off his arm. Then, pivoting around, he decapitated the injured Dark Jedi and back-stabbed the other one in the chest. He turned his gaze to the remaining Dark Jedi and saw his horrible shadowy blood red form charging towards him. He took up a guarded stance and prepared himself for the haymaker swing that was about to come at him. Just as the Dark Jedi was about to deliver his blow, Sinnach ducked down and sliced him across the chest. The Sith acolyte gave a grunt of surprised pain and then collapsed to the floor and Sinnach turn to see how his brother and student was faring.

Panor was fending off his two opponents whilst trying to keep a lookout on his young student. He knew he was his dividing concentration but he could not stop worrying about him. Suddenly, a stream of blue lightning erupted from the hand of one of the Dark Jedi and Panor had barely had enough time to bring his lightsaber up to fend it off. The other Dark Jedi ran forward to finish Panor off but his skill did not match his enthusiasm. Panor parried the blow away and thrust his own blade through the Dark Jedi's throat. Before his opponent had hit the floor, Panor threw his free lightsaber at lightning wielding Dark Jedi and watched as it implanted itself into his heart. He used his force abilities to bring it back to him and turned just in time to see a horror unfold.

Kalnan had been faring well against his two opponents. At first he had thought they had been merely toying with him but when he realised they were sweating he pressed his advantage. He deflected the blade of one if his opponents up and drove his lighsaber through his stomach and allowed himself a smile at his victory. The smile was then replaced with a look of surprise as he felt a horrible searing pain in his side. He looked down to see the crimson blade of a lightsaber sticking out of his right side and then he heard the sinister chuckle of his killer. He heard and anguished cry and both he and his killer looked up to see the twin Jedi Knights descend upon them and split the Dark Jedi in two. He slumped to the floor and the last thing his eyes saw was the weeping forms of his masters as they cradled his dying body.

"The boy had promise." said Malak, his metallic voice mocking the twins anguish. He could have been a great help in the new Sith Empire." Sinnach rose up to charge the dark lord but he was stopped by the restraining hand of his brother. "He would never have helped you Malak, the boy was a true Jedi, something you could not possibly understand." said Panor, his voice now devoid of any emotion. He and Sinnach then advance on Malak. He stood waiting for them, lightsaber in hand. Panor had the belief that if Malak still had a jaw he would be smirking at them but now all that was there was the metallic jaw that gave his voice its horrible metallic edge. "We will give one chance and one chance only Malak. Surrender now or be destroyed." said Panor and as one he and his brother ignited their lightsabers. "Hmmm, that is a tempting offer but I'm afraid I'll have to refuse." he said and quick as a flash he ignited his lightsaber and charged the twins.

The boys were completely blown away by Malaks skills. They knew he would be tough but even with their combined efforts they were struggling against him. Four blades against one is usually an unfair disadvantage but here it seemed as if four was not enough. Malak slipped in between the boys. He kicked back against Panor and sent him sprawling to the floor and then he force pushed Sinnach back towards the door to the bridge. Before Panor had a chance to get up Malak was on him, beating his attempts to thrust and slice aside. He cleaved through one of Panors lightsaber hilts and now it was blade on blade. It had been years since Panor fought with a single blade and it showed. Sinnach was racing back to aid his brother when Malak parried one of Panor's thrusts and then drove his blade deep into the blind Jedi's belly. Sinnach let out a cry of agony so severe that it could have shattered glass. A horrible shock ran through his body and his whole world went dark. He heard Panors body slump to the floor but he could not see it, he was completely blind. He heard ominous footsteps approaching him and he tried to hear where they were coming from. He tried to use the Force to push away and the location of the footsteps but nothing was happening, he had no connection at all. He started to swing his blades around, hoping to connect with something and all he got in return was the horrible metallic laughter of Malak. "Pitiful." was the last thing Sinnach heard as Malak stabbed him in the heart.

The door to bridge opened and the security captain stepped over the bodies of the Republic troopers to enter the room. They had put up a stiff resistance but in the end they had fallen, blasted away in a flurry of heavy blaster fire. He made his way towards Malak, who was standing over the corpses of two Jedi. "My Lord, a Jedi strike team has boarded Lord Revans flagship. What are your orders." he asked. Malaks eyebrows furrowed into a frown but almost immediately they went back up and he gave a soft metallic chuckle. "Captain, order all batteries to train their guns on Revans ship." he said, staring at the captain and waiting to see his reaction. The captain was about to ask why but he stopped himself. He knew which way the wind was turning and he wanted to be on the winning side. "As you command my Lord." he said, saluting and turning away to give the orders. Malak turned back to the windows of the bridge and looked out as the batteries of his ship fired down upon his former friend and master. His, the new Sith Empire was all his now.

Six Month Later

Trishan and Harran made their way up hill that stood at the back of their home. It was part of their daily routine now. At first it was harrowing to do but each time they did it, it got easier. They had reached the top of the hill and began to lay down the flowers they had brought up with them. The first grave they visited was Daveks, the son who had died so long ago trying to defend his home. The next grave was that of their parents, Tommick and Elishan. They had been the most wonderful people they had ever known and they were grateful for all they had done for them. The final grave was an empty one but they still laid flowers there. Sinnachs and Panors bodies would never come home but their spirits were attached to this place, the place where they had grown up, the place where they discovered their gifts, the place they came to when things got to be too much for them. "They died as heroes and true Jedi." was what the tiny Jedi Master had said to her when he came to deliver the terrible news. At first that gave her no comfort whatsoever but now she took pride in the fact that her baby brothers had died defending the galaxy. She laid the flowers down gently, said a quick prayer, wiped a tear from her eyes and turned to go back home.

The End.