The landing gears of the Fury unfolded and planted down onto the white floor of the republic ship's hangar. The scene was one of complete chaos, before Kiber could even leave the ship they were being fired on; luckily their small blaster fire could not leave a scratch on the durasteel plated ship. The two transport vessels sent by Hamlin made their arrival a swift one and the fifty-some soldiers of each ship swarmed out with blaster rifles in hand.

Kiber and Pravus jumped out of the half opened entrance ramp and into the fray. Pravus made sure to leave not even a single republic soldier standing as he cut a swath of magenta light through the torso of one such man. The man did not even have enough time to shriek out in pain. The imperial troopers made sure not to hit their masters because they most certainly did not want to face their wrath; such as was demonstrated before them. The enemy was quickly cut to ribbons by each of Darth Kiber's shining blades and the blasters of both Xaffaj and his wife as they also exited the ship into the hangar. Lynaree burst out with two blasters of her own and dispatched her targets swiftly. Xaffaj took a blaster bolt to the chest but was mostly unaffected by its impact.

Kiber on the other hand was moving gracefully and smoothly through the battle with the help of the force; his greatest ally. He slashed and stabbed to and fro and all around until hardly anyone was left – which was when the republic decided that enough was enough. Troopers with much more impressive arms rushed through the hangar doors and charged the imperial forces. Lynaree ducked and rolled over the battle field until she had met her back with her lover's. The pair ducked around each other and called out targets to one another as the enemy gathered around to try and cut them down. They were having a tough time defeating the sith forces.

Pravus was impressively displaying his brute strength and fighting more than six enemies at once while roaring at them in his traditional Draethos battle cries. The intercom ordered a full retreat back to strategic locations; Kiber hardly understood a word of it. Then they sent in the battle droids. Facing droids was hardly a challenge for the two sith – Droids could never truly think like a person, no matter how advanced their AIs were – and they could never make last minute lifesaving decisions. Their mathematical equations did not help much as the imperial troops ducked behind cover and took aim at their mechanical adversaries. Only twenty imperial troopers laid dead of the hundred and some after the skirmish. Kiber now knew what these men were willing to do to survive and/or save lives: run like cowards. Oh, how the republic had fallen.

The final hangar door was closing and Kiber had to use not even a fraction of his power to hold it open as his troops moved forward with deadly intent burning like fire beneath their visors. They opened fire down the long white and orange hallways that lay before them; devouring the remaining republic troopers in a storm of light and heat. Kiber stepped forward over the remains of the droids and kicked the lost helmet of one of the enemy's troops. Lynaree walked beside him as they made their route to the bridge through the metal-tunnel-like interior of the ship. The Imperial troops followed closely behind their Sith General so as to not dissatisfy him by going off track and putting his life in unneeded danger. Three large blaster bolts flew past the group and left dents in the metal walls of the ship. To the group's right hand side were two blaster turrets on the ceiling and Kiber ducked for cover behind the other side of the hallway's wall. Three Imperial troops were killed by the turrets and another was shot in the leg. Xaffaj shot across the hall to his brother with the use of his jetpack, but threw something down the other hall as he flew past. A 'Ting-ting-ting' sound was heard followed by an explosion of electricity; the turrets were disabled completely.

"Xaffaj! Take a fourth of these troops and follow this hallway; take one left and there should be a room with a hack-able console." Kiber ordered.

"You got it. Rancor squad, you're on me; let's move!" Called the Mandalorian to the squadron of imperial troops who saluted in acknowledgement; Kelann followed after him as well. They stormed off down the corridor and Kiber's troop carried on in another direction. Kiber walked down the metal passageway with heavy feet and two disengaged lightsabers in his hands. Lynaree and Lord Pravus were both on each side of Kiber and they could hear the tromping of the soldiers' feet behind them. As he stepped Kiber could sense more than one presence becoming stronger as he moved forward; one of warning and one of a man powerful in the force. He turned around another corner and saw the man; a Togruta with blue skin and a muscular build in a brown robe. In his right hand he held what appeared to be an extremely long lightsaber hilt; it reached from his neck down to his feet. With the look the alien man gave him Kiber could tell that they had met before.

"Master, let me take care of this pest for you." Offered Pravus as he ignited his magenta lightsaber up at the Jedi. Kiber pushed his apprentice's hand down and stepped forward again.

"You go on down the other hallway; I shall deal with this nuisance."

"As you command, my Master." He stepped back and ordered the troops to follow him in the opposite direction. Lynaree hesitated as she stepped away from Kiber's side, but he ultimately shooed her away with a motion of his hand. Now he was alone with the blue Togruta Jedi; what he specialized in was anyone's guess.

"To whom do I owe my displeasure?" he inquired mockingly.

"My name is Danjo and I believe we know each other." Said the man.

"Oh? And where do we know each other from?"

"You were in my youngling clan and your late father was our instructor, but no one knew about that, did they?" Kiber tightened his grip on his sabers.

"It was foolish to face me alone, Jedi." He threatened. The Jedi stomped his saber like weapon on the ground twice and from behind two pillars appeared two very capable looking Jedi knights.

"I have a name." he said with a completely serious look on his face. His friends were no different in expression.

"You don't need a name when you're dead!" Kiber snarled. The two human Jedi ignited their blue sabers and charged forward. Kiber held his hand up and pushed through the air; a shockwave was sent rippling through the force that sent the two men sliding backwards past Danjo.

"I'm guessing you won't come quietly?" he offered sarcastically.

"Bingo."

"Then forgive me." Danjo stomped his saber on the floor once more and then pressed a button on its side; the orange blade that lit up on top of the stave was shorter than most lightsabers, but that did not make it any less deadly. The two other Jedi got to their feet and ran at Kiber again as he ignited his own sabers. "Take him alive, if possible." Danjo said.

"There's not even a sliver of a chance of that happening." Answered Darth Kiber. Danjo grabbed the pole arm of his saber with both hands and charged forward to lunge at Kiber. He was parried by Kiber who pushed his pole arm to the left and charged forward to take on the two other Jedi first. The two guardians did not expect to be attacked directly so early on in the battle, as was shown by the surprised looks on their faces.

Kiber rushed the two Jedi and attacked with a flurry of both martial arts and sword play, throwing the Jedi off balance completely. The Togruta ran to defend his comrades and Kiber whipped around to meet his blade again. Kiber smirked beneath his mask as he force pushed one of the other Jedi away and engaged the two in battle. The pole arm had reach and strength, but it lacked agility and was easy to avoid even with the Jedi's elite training.

"Damn you, traitor!" screamed out the one guardian that was not on the ground as he swiped down with his blue lightsaber. Kiber pushed his blade up and then dodged to his left; just as Danjo lunged forward again. The orange blade found a place in the Jedi's chest and Danjo was simply stunned; he regained his composure and pulled the pole-saber from his friend.

"I'm sorry…" he said while the incapacitated Jedi fell to the floor and began to convulse slightly as his body gave up on him. Danjo turned to Kiber and stared at him, Kiber never moved an inch since he had dodged. "You sick, twisted, evil, betraying scum…" he snarled.

Kiber laughed, "I'm not the one who missed am I?" suddenly from the side of him he heard the battle cry of the human Jedi he had pushed back earlier charging straight at him. He turned, slashed and caught the Jedi's saber in a lock with his own. Danjo tried to help but was met with the same problem as Kiber struck with his other lightsaber. The three combatants were at a physical stale-mate and no one was willing to make a move. Kiber gathered all of the power he could in his arms and pushed back towards his enemies with all of his strength. The Jedi guardian was sent flying into the pillar and was knocked out cold. Danjo was pushed against the wall but regained himself quickly.

"This battle is not going the way you expected it to, is it?" Kiber mocked as he giggled softly underneath his facial armor. The Togruta pulled another saber out of his belt, a single blade that shone yellow like early sunset.

"Let's end this!" he declared as he ran forward with his pole arm in one hand and his saber in the other; slashing and stabbing back and forth as Kiber dodged mockingly in every which direction. "Stop moving!" screamed the Jedi as his frustration started to get to him. Just like he had asked, Kiber stopped moving, but he grabbed the end of the pole arm as he blocked the other saber with his own and his red saber dropped to the floor. Danjo tried to move the pole-saber, but it would not budge.

"You Jedi need to realize that the force is only a means to an end; nothing more than a tool and a weapon!" Kiber laughed as he sent a current of electricity up the handle of the pole-saber and it made contact with the Togruta. The flashing electricity through the man's body revealed his skeleton in flashes of bright light as the lightning shook him back and forth and he let go of his weapons. Danjo fell to the floor and one could clearly see he was in no place to fight. Kiber took the already ignited pole-saber and pierced the flesh and bone of Danjo's shoulder, pinning him to the wall as the man screamed for help. The alien shuddered to think what would happen next.

"Get… Get it over with… you Murglak!" he was seemingly having trouble breathing. Kiber picked up the yellow saber that belonged to the Jedi, "What are you doing?" Danjo asked worriedly. Kiber plunged the yellow blade into the alien's other shoulder and he let out a shriek of agony that almost split Kiber's ears.

"I'm going to leave you here, and you can meditate on what makes you Jedi so "Powerful"." he laughed and returned down the hall through which he entered, leaving the Jedi with his thoughts and his fallen comrades.

Kiber heard Danjo's voice from down the hall, "I never believed that you would have killed Xu Fane!" this caught his attention and he stopped before he could take another step forward, "But now I see how much of a cold-blooded monster you've become!" Kiber was on him in the next moment and grabbed him by the collar. Without pulling the sabers out of his arms Kiber grabbed the Jedi and threw him hard against the other wall. The sabers fell to the floor and he cried out in pain again. Kiber approached him as he began to puke up blood onto the floor.

"Do not pretend to know what happened that day! I! Will! Gut! YOU!"

"I wouldn't doubt it… monster…"

I wouldn't doubt it… was what she had said.

Do not… forget…

"AHHHH!" screamed Kiber in a rage as he grabbed the Togruta by his head and raised him to his feet. He grabbed him with both hands, even as he struggled. "This is only a fraction of the pain I felt that day!" in the most agonizing five seconds of anyone's life, Kiber unleashed all of his stored up force energy into the Jedi and they both screamed like banshees. By the time it was over and before Kiber had realized what had happened; there were long rivers of blood running from the Togruta's eyes and nose, even his skin began to bruise from the rupturing blood vessels underneath his skin, until he died of course. Kiber dropped the man's body into the pool of blood that had gathered on the floor. Kiber's lower legs were stained crimson and more so were his gauntlets. He stared at his hands in horror; what force technique was that? It seemed as if it was simply and purely torturous, but it also felt as if something had been disconnected from the force entirely. Kiber grabbed both of his sabers that, unknown to him, had fallen onto the floor during his moment of rage. He would meet his allies on the bridge; he just hoped that Lynaree was okay.

"Good, good! You are natural at this Rue!" Liam said as he sparred with his apprentice.

"Rue?" questioned Loon who was sitting across the room in a not so comfy looking metal chair. Liam put his training saber down and turned.

"It's easier to say than Ruro'r."

"Good point…" Loon replied. A wave of dark energy overtook the Miraluka and he fell to his knees. His breathing became rapid and he felt as if a link to the force in his own mind had been severed; the pain was that intense. He writhed on the cold floor and tried not to cry out in pain, but it was hard to say the least. Down the hall loon could hear Yowsa screaming a blood-curdling shriek that would not stop.

In his mind Liam could hear the voice of his Padawan, Master! Master what's wrong!? But everything seemed to be fading; he had not prepared for a shock in the force that was this intense, he was too lax at the time and now it was too late. Darkness overwhelmed him and he fell unconscious.

The other force sensitives in the base felt it as well although to a much lesser extent; the extremely sensitive mind of a Miraluka could not take such an unexpected and powerful feeling. Was this what it felt like to experience the beginning of the opening of a wound in the force? How many people had died to create such a powerful feeling Liam wondered. It felt familiar… like someone he knew once. He only hoped that such suffering was done with. Now it was time for him to sleep…

The feeling Kiber had was similar to when he had set the ship to self-destruct with his old master still on board; like a hole inside of him had been filled, but like another had been opened. It fed him like he had never tasted sustenance in his entire life. The feeling of bringing death was addicting, but his last kill was unique. It was more than his full power and it felt like he had ripped something open; something in the force. As long as it did not affect his own power he did not care what became of the fabric of the force. He walked down the hall and five republic soldiers appeared around the corner with weapons drawn.

Before any of them could say "freeze" their guns flew out of their hands and behind Kiber. Then before they could object, Kiber held his hands up and sent thousands of lightning tendrils striking at his foes. The corpses of the men burst into ashes and Kiber could not understand what had just happened. What was going on with his powers?

His vision began to blur and everything turned red in a flash of light; it felt like time had stopped around him. A man- a Sith Lord – appeared out of thin air wearing a mask that looked like a skull without a jaw and with two red marks on it. He approached Kiber with his hand outstretched and whispering something in a language that was completely inaudible to Kiber. This man had no presence, no substance, and no corporeal form, like he was missing from the galaxy. The whispering became louder until the dark Lord was almost close enough to touch Kiber's head; and then he disappeared.

A voice echoed in his head, that of an old woman, what do you wish to hear? That I once believed in the code of the Jedi? That I felt the call of the Sith, that perhaps, once, I held the galaxy by its throat? That for every good work that I did, I brought equal harm upon the galaxy? That perhaps what the greatest of the Sith Lords knew of evil, they learned from me? And then she too was gone.

His vision returned to normal and he tried to breath, but it was putting a strain on his panicked lungs. Before his force-induced trip was over he heard one last voice, like a warning from an old man, I have heard tales of Malachor. It is said that many of my people felt the end of the Mandalorian Wars from across the galaxy. And then his control on his own body was returned to normal. What was he becoming? Had he absorbed the man's very essence? No, that could not be possible – no one could absorb the actual "Soul" of a force-user, could they?

"What is happening?" He spoke to himself. He had to get to the bridge, needed to finish this before he collapsed.

"What happened?" asked Liam as he sat back up in his bed in the medical bay. Yowsa was still unconscious in the bed beside him.

"There was a violent disturbance in the force and you two fell unconscious." Explained Jorek as he held Liam's hand. Liam pulled away with surprising speed and sat up even more.

"We need to contact the Jedi council!"

"We already did…" said a worried sounding Jar Loon, "But they said they suffered no such disturbance."