I swear things are getting more random as I write them but heck, hope you guys enjoy reading it!

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima hadn't ate anything in the past week and with the lack of food and water, they were starting to go a little crazy. For a moment, Yamaguchi thought his master was still alive and well in front of him, a smile on his face as he taught him how to use the shoto. But every time he reached out to him, Shimada would fade away like a cloud, leaving a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach as Yamaguchi remembered the truth.

The Jedi Order was gone. His master was dead. He was now a masterless Padawan.

"Yamaguchi, stop pacing. You're making me dizzy," Tsukishima murmured from his corner of the cell. It didn't help either that Tsukishima now looked like a cyborg and refused to keep himself alive from the guilt of looking like a monster. While Semi had one day dragged him out of the cell and replaced his parts with more human looking ones, Tsukishima could never use the Force the way he used to anymore. While they couldn't use it in their cell to begin with, Tsukishima said he felt disconnected from it and that he almost felt like the Force had rejected him for what he became.

Over the past few days, they had seen different Padawans and the remaining Jedi Masters being dragged past their cell, some of them beaten bloody while others were walking alongside their captors, their allegiance having changed after they had been convinced to join the Dark Side. Those who didn't do so were left to become prey in the pits for those who had to prove their allegiance to the Knights, and not many of them have returned.

Master Kawasaki had been one of the first to fallen, although the same couldn't be said of his Sentinel friends. The Iron Wall of Dateko was a strong pair but it was only a matter of time they went crazy from the act of killing their fellow brethren for sport. Tendou always took time to come over and give them updates on who had been killed or remained alive.

The only hope they could cling onto now was that Hinata was safe and that Master Sawamura and his gang were on the way to rescue them.

On the seventh day, Yamaguchi thought he might finally be able to die and become one with the Force when the door swung open to reveal an annoyed Shirabu, dark circles under his eyes as he mumbled how he had to torture too many people for the past few days without a wink of sleep. He snatched Yamaguchi by the hair and forced him to his feet, Tsukishima trying to reach out to his best friend when a red saber appeared from outside of the cell.

"One move and your friend loses his head," Semi growled as Tsukishima fell silent. Every time he saw Semi, he almost felt like he was meeting the person who saved his life, but at the same time turned him into the monster. He no longer knew if it was better for him to die honourably as a Jedi and human being or to just kill himself when he got the chance.

But he couldn't leave Yamaguchi alone. The other boy was too kind and soft to survive in this cruel galaxy without him by his side.

"You will have your turn. No need to be feisty," Semi growled as he turned off his lightsaber, the red blade retreating into its hilt. Yamaguchi turned to give his friend a final glance before he was dragged away, Tsukishima's heart twisting at the sight of it as he thought perhaps he had underestimated Yamaguchi's growth.

"I will never yield."

As Yamaguchi was dragged away, he could only hope that he would be able to see his best friend alive for the last time before either one of them succumbed to the pressure of the Knights of Shiratorizawa.

…

Kageyama did not like this ship at all.

He always wanted to be outside, in the sky flying through space in his ship and doing everything as he pleased. He didn't like to be confined in a space with so many people around him, everyone jumping out of his way to quiver in fear as he walked past like he was some kind of god. To the crew of the Star Destroyer, the Knights were the people who were going to usher in a new era, so it made sense they thought of them as a benevolent Force.

Kageyama pressed his hand on the large window covering the side of the ship, trying to reach out to his partner through their Force bond, searching the stars to see if he was alive. He could feel Hinata's pulse ever so slightly, a small orange light in the midst of the darkness and coldness of space, giving him the warmth he so desperately needed. He didn't know why he so desperately wanted to protect the other boy to the point he had done what he had done.

Was it because of their friendship, him being the only person to never judge him because of his past and actually made his life in the Jedi Temple something he looked forward to everyday or was it something beyond that?

Love? Could it that he loved him more than a friend? No way, he couldn't have…

The sound of boots clicking behind him made him turn from the window, his hand falling to his side as Ushijima came up towards him, this time alone without his lackeys as Kageyama tried to stand tall. The man was even more imposing than Oikawa, who had an aura of pride that he could do anything he want. Ushijima was a man who knew what he want, would do anything to get it, even at the expense of his friends. Oikawa on the other hand would never stoop to his level, relying on his team to the best of his ability, although his team had paid the price when he didn't yield to Ushijima to save their lives.

"Kageyama Tobio," Ushijima rumbled as Kageyama looked up, unsure to bow at him or say something as Ushijima's hand found its way to his shoulder, steering the boy in front of him as Kageyama thought how cold his hand felt despite it being covered by a glove.

"Come. I have something to show you," he said as he led him towards the prison cells located in the belly of the ship, which was also where the Training Pit was located. Kageyama had heard the screams of Jedi who were tortured and killed or forced to kill their friends in order to stay alive for the past days, their screams haunting his dreams every night as he thought if whether any of his fellow Padawans had died in such a matter. As much as he hated them for the way they treated him, he couldn't help but pray for their safety and that they would somehow survive the ordeal.

"Your mind is clouded. Do you have something in mind?" Ushijima asked as Kageyama gulped, forgetting Ushijima could use the Force like him and that he could read minds to a certain degree, something Kageyama didn't bother picking up on since he wanted to focus on himself and how he grew instead of how other thought about him. Now he regretted that choice, and also because it was cool.

"Do we have to pit the others against one another? So much blood has been spilled, should we spill more considering not many Jedi are left?"

"Only the strong are allowed to survive. If the weak are left to scavenge for the scraps the strong leave behind, we are only prolonging their suffering in this world. We are doing them a service in allowing them to die using the only method they know how; with the lightsaber."

In front of them, the door yawned open to a balcony, the sound of lightsabers clashing among each other ringing in the air as someone cried out in pain. As Kageyama approached, he saw two men circling each other in the ring, one of them a Padawan he had seen around but never bothered speaking to much bleeding from his side as the other Jedi circled him. From this distance, Kageyama could roughly make out jet black hair sticking out in all directions, his head turning to reveal sharp blue eyes that made Kageyama's skin crawl from the intensity of focus coming from it.

Akaashi Keiji of the Fukurodani clan. He was famous for being one of the most skilled Jedi Padawans of his time with the lightsaber, under the tutelage of his Master Bokuto Koutarou. Kageyama hoped that Master Bokuto had survived the onslaught that had rained on the Jedi few days prior since he knew without him, Akaashi would become an out of control monster who would do anything to rejoin his master.

"Please. Mercy," the Padawan pleaded as Akaashi raised his blue blade, his eyes unfeeling as he cut him down, the body dropping without a scream as he sheathed his lightsaber.

"I'm sorry, but I'm doing what I can to make sure Bokuto-san goes free," he whispered as he turned to look up at the people looking down on him. Semi and Satori stood in the balcony, a grin pulled on Satori's lips as Semi watched the Padawan below him walk out of the Pit into the many doors leading to the changing rooms. Kageyama gulped as two droids dragged the body out of the pit treating it like a sack of garbage as they put him in a box and wheeled him away to be burned or thrown into the depths of space.

"Akaashi Keiji. He is a strange one, being so close to his Master. His master isn't the smartest person in the world but he id deadly in his own right. He is also too pure with the Light to convince to turn to the Dark Side. No matter. If he sees his Padawan fall further into the darkness," Satori grinned as he licked his lips as though having been handed a delicious meal, "he might actually have the brains to do something about it."

As the door behind Akaashi slammed shut and another door yawned open, Kageyama's heart dropped as he recognized the freckled boy being dragged through the sand, his eyes wide in terror as another door yawned wide before him, a single figure being thrown into the pit with him as Yamaguchi's lip trembled.

"Tsukki.." he whispered as two lightsabers were thrown into the pit, Satori's grin wide as he raised his hands into the air.

"The rules are very simple. Fight to the death or swear your allegiance to the dark side. If you don't change your mind soon, you might be having a little problem in your hands," Satori grinned as both boys picked up their lightsabers, Yamaguchi's hand shaking hard as he reached for his.

This wasn't what Kageyama had wanted. He had been promised to have his friends protected. Even though he hated Tsukishima with a passion.

"Only the strong survive. This is the way things are meant to be," Ushijima said as Kageyama trained his eyes on the Padawans below him as they stood apart, their lightsabers yet to be ignited as Yamaguchi took a deep breath.

…

Akaashi Keiji was thought of to be one of the most emotionless and unempathatic Jedi Padawan to ever graced the Fukurodani clan. Unlike his boisterous counterparts and fellow clansmen, he was always silent, watching the room around him with the eyes of an owl, analyzing what was going to come next and how he would be able to make sure his fellow brothers and sisters were able to carry out their lives without disarray.

Which was why he found it odd when he found himself attracted to Bokuto Koutarou, a boisterous Jedi Master who was the very definition of happiness and chaos. Bokuto didn't care less about following the rules of the Jedi or how to carry out his lessons. Instead, every lesson he had with his Padawan was telling him to calm down and do what his heart told him to do.

"Akaashi. I don't want you to become a Jedi who just knows every technique in the book but is unable to express himself as the man he wants to be. Lighten up and have fun! Being a Jedi isn't just about following the rules and praying to the Force! Its about connecting with it, making it your own and embracing it like a friend! Have fun, Akaashi!"

Akaashi's hand trailed on the wall of the pit as he was escorted back to his cell. Bokuto was leaning against the wall, his normally vibrant yellow eyes devoid of the energy he normally possessed. During the battle, he had sustained major damage to his right arm, the limb hanging uselessly by his side, his right hand now a stump. He refused to get treatment for it, something Akaashi wish he had got before he became too late. Without it, Bokuto could never wield the lightsaber he loved the way he used to and that was something Bokuto would die without. He was nearly nothing without his blade after sucking in meditation and everything else, the one reason he was allowed to become a Jedi was with his proficiency with the lightsaber and making sure everyone around him stayed motivated in the fight.

As his apprentice walked in, he immediately flung himself into Akaashi's arms, the Padawan moving to hold onto his Master as he breathed.

"I'm back, Master."

"Akaashi… please don't tell me you have killed another one of our brethren."

"I had no choice. Its killed or be killed."

"But if you kill… there is no going back with the emotions that come with it! You don't have to sacrifice so much just to get us out of here, I will do something Akaashi!"

"Bokuto-san," Akaashi said, dropping the honorifics he normally had to use with his master. In front of him wasn't his Master but a man he adored and wished to protect at all costs, even if he fell to the dark side in pursuit of his passion.

"I will always protect you. Even if the world burned down and it was just the two of us left, I will make sure you make it out alive. As your apprentice, I must make sure you live on."

"Akaashi! You're being insane!"

"Whats the point of me living if you're not around, Bokuto-san?! Without you, I wouldn't have had the fun I had being around you, going on missions and learning the ways of the Jedi! It would have been a grey world devoid of colour and song, the way I thought things had to be when I was growing up. You showed me that life is much more than that and I want to protect that."

Slowly he took up his Master's hands, his master trembling at how cold his hands had become as Akaashi pressed his cheek against his knuckles.

"I will get us out of here. Even if I have to sell my soul to the devil and kill all of our remaining brethren, I will save you, Bokuto-san."

…

"You know this is a crazy idea, right, Daichi."

"Yes."

"And you know it may get us all killed."

"I am aware of that."

"And you're still willing to go charging into a Star Destroyer with a band of five Jedi and an ex-Jedi who is now a pilot and rescue your Padawan along with ours if they are even on board when the Knights of Shiratorizawa are present."

"That's right."

"You're mad. You know you're mad right?" Master Kuroo groaned as he helped carry whatever supplies he could get his hands on for the journey, having combed the armory for spare lightsabers and blasters. Ennoshita was busy checking the computer systems of the ship, inputting the data needed for them to find the Star destroyer's coordinates while Sugawara was supporting Asahi, who still had a bit of problem walking without wincing as he struggled to breath. While the others had insisted he stayed behind, he told them he had to make sure Nishinoya was alive.

"I found someone," Kenma called as he walked into the hangar, a disheveled Yachi following behind him as she clutched the blaster in her arms with dear life. Most of the masters dropped their things as they crowded around her, relief finally washing over them that they managed to find a survivor in the temple.

"She had been stuck in the communication centre ever since the attack. It's a miracle they didn't find her and realize the transmission had been changed to warn all Jedi to stay away from the Temple," Kenma mumbled as Yachi collapsed in Sugawara's arms.

"I'm so sorry! If I had done it sooner, maybe no one else would have been killed,' she sobbed as Sugawara thumbed her tears away.

"Don't worry, you did well. Because of this, we avoided countless others from being slaughtered."

"What about Yamaguchi and Tsukishima? Did Hinata made it off the planet?"

"We believe he did but we are unsure of the fates of the Padawans."

Yachi broke into further sobs as Kuroo massaged his temples. He could feel his apprentice's pain and anguish, something about the boy having been changed. He no longer felt like the person he was, standing proud and tall but instead reduced into a shell of his former self, self loathing for what had happened.

"I can feel Tsukishima is alive but I don't know how long he will survive."

"And Yamaguchi…"

"The boy should be alive as well. Which is why we're going to go save them now," Master Sawamura said as Yachi squeaked, "Let me come with you!"

She gripped the front of her shirt, her mind going to Yamaguchi promising to protect her at all costs and how she must now return the favour. Even though she wasn't a Jedi or a Force-sensitive, the least she could do was help with something.

"Alright. You can come with us Yachi, but make sure you stick with us at all times," Master Sawamura sighed as he turned to his band of brothers. All the Jedi Masters looked at him, a grin on Kuroo's face as he smirked, "Are you going to give us a farewell speech into battle or something?"

Master Sawamura grinned as he spoke the words every Jedi knew, a phrase that gave them hope in what was to come in the future as the others who had fallen watched them from above.

"May the Force be with us all."