A/N Almost done, almost done!
Gia: Warning: Gore and drama. Also lack of character from some of the characters.
Me: HEY!
Gia: What? It's true. Kinda the first time you wrote something like this…
Me: Whatever…
Gia: Special appearance: Qui-Gon! Yay!
Me: Yay! You think that he'd be proud of Obikin right now?
Gia: Hopefully, with how much effort Elvis is building in…
Me: True XD
X
"Let me go!" Padme yelled as she struggled in the chains.
Kameon huffed at her cry and turned to his master, Count Dooku, who stepped forward with a number of battle droids at his sides.
"I don't think so, dear senator," Dooku wickedly grinned. "I will lead Skywalker here, and with me threatening him by attempting to kill you, I will finally be rid of the Jedi. The Separists will win, and the Republic will fall, just as my apprentice foretells me,"
'I barely told him anything, and he assumed everything!' Kameon wanted to knock the air out of his so-called master but chose against it. 'Why didn't I just kill him and take his job as Sidious's apprentice? It would have been easier…'
"The Jedi will never fall!" Padme shrieked. "And the Republic will stand with the Senate for many years!"
"Keep dreaming, lady," Kameon scoffed.
"Keep an eye on her, Kameon," Dooku commanded, turning away. "I will report the progress of the plan to my Master. Make sure she DOES NOT escape,"
"Yes, Master," Kameon grumbled, crossing his arms as he watched Dooku take his leave.
He then turned to mockingly grin at the senator, who glared up at him with a growl. He chortled in response.
"You look pathetic, you know,"
"You, Count Dooku and his Master will never win, and the Jedi and the Republic will defeat the Separists." she snarled.
"Whatever you say, senator," Kameon rolled his eyes before feeling the Force tug on him. He groaned. "Ugh, great, what now? Hey, clankers! Watch the prisoner! I need to check on something,"
"Roger-Roger," the battle droids immediately went to her side to ensure her security.
Kameon gave Padme one last glance before turning away to leave. He headed out of the bridge, through the hallway and into an underground bunker. He entered the bunker and sat down in a meditative pose, closing his eyes.
['Elvis…'] he spoke as he opened up their broken bond.
It had only been a few hours since he communicated with the other hybrid. He didn't want to do it again, but he could feel the younger boy coming. And he was coming fast.
['Goddamn it, Elvis, answer me!'] he wanted to scream so badly when the other didn't respond, but he knew that he might be heard by Dooku, so he had to hold himself steady and keep his temper down. 'Bullcrap that ass! He's going to ruin all of my plans, and now he's blocked me! Argh!'
He opened his eyes and stood up, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth with a growl. He grabbed a glass jar from the other side of the bunker and focused his rage at it, shattering it in an instant.
"Damn it!" He hissed as some of the glass shards flew towards him, cutting his left arm and armbands.
He grabbed the nearby bandages and wrapped them around the cuts. He took a deep breath and let out a shaky grunt before he shook his head. He grabbed his hood and pulled it down, his golden eyes glowing in fury as he stared into the mirror on the wall.
"Kameon, breathe," he told himself. "Why are you so worried about that Jedi? Is it because he's so naive? He's too believing in the Jedi Order? Ugh, that boy will be the end of me! Why am I still trying to protect him?"
[Because you love him, Padawan Heron.]
"Huh?" Kameon looked around, trying to find source of the voice. "Who-Who are you? Where are you?"
[Right here, young Padawan.] The Sith turned to see the essence of a tall, bearded man with a Jedi robe calm eyes gazing over at him.
"Who… are you?" Kameon's eyebrows furrowed.
[I am Master Qui-Gon Jinn.] the man answered, stepping closer.
"Kenobi's Master and the Jedi that freed Skywalker from slavery, starting the legacy of the Skywalker family," Kameon growled and gave him a warning glare as he stepped back. "What do you want from me?"
[I am here to help guide you, Padawan Heron.] Qui-Gon replied with a warm smile.
"I don't need guidance!" Kameon snapped. "And I'm NOT Heron! Heron was that weak freak that did anything to impress his father and his crush!"
[And you are not trying to impress young Elvis?] Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow.
"Of course not!" Kameon roared out.
[So what ARE you doing?]
"I—" What WAS he doing? His other master Vader has instructed him to kill the Jedi Order in the past to spread the destruction. Why was he trying to protect Elvis in the process? Sure, he was powerful, just like his mother, but—
[Confused about your feelings, are you, young one?]
"DON'T START TALKING LIKE YODA, ASSHOLE!" Kameon bellowed at the Force Ghost. "IT WOULD BE BETTER IF YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU BANTHA SHIT!"
[For the moment, I will.] Qui-Gon nodded with a frown. [But at the right time, you will need guidance, and I will come to help. Farewell.]
With that, he disappeared, leaving Kameon in the darkness…
X
"Are we almost there?" Ahsoka asked for, what Elvis counted as, the twelfth time.
Elvis was at the pilot's seat, the Togruta behind him and making his ears twitch in irritation. He set the Luna on autopilot to follow the tracker of the Mystica and swiveled his seat to face the group, his arms folded with a growl.
"Ahsoka, one more word from you, and I will throw you into the suicide bunker below and lock you in there for the whole mission." He threatened. "Captain Rex, Commander Cody, make sure she doesn't speak for the rest of the mission, or you two will be joining her in the suicide bunker."
"Uh, I'm going to regret asking this, but why is it called the 'suicide bunker'?" Anakin hesitantly asked.
"It's in the name, Skywalker." Elvis glared daggers at the Jedi Knight. "Or maybe we'll change the name to the 'homicide bunker'? What do YOU think?"
"Take it easy, Elvis," Obi-Wan gently told the boy, chuckling at the horrified expression on Anakin's face.
"We can't really control our Commander," Rex stated.
"Who can, really?" Mace crossed his arms. "Both her and Skywalker are unstoppable,"
"Hey!" Anakin frowned.
"Control her, both of you." Elvis scowled at the clone captain and the clone commander. "Or do you two want me to tell the whole 501st and 212th battalions about your secret relationship with one another?"
"WHAT?!" Fives, Hardcase and Echo's jaws dropped.
Jesse, Tup and Dogma were too speechless to react while Boil, Kix and Waxer nearly fainted at the news. Rex and Cody reddened, their eyes widening in shock.
Anakin let out a horrified gasp, stumbling back. Obi-Wan caught him before he could fall, but even he was caught off-guard by the announcement. Mace was internally bewildered but kept his expression blank as Ahsoka was so surprised that her mouth clamped shut.
Elvis sighed in relief at the silence that had now occupied the ship. He swiveled his chair around and was about to grip on the steering when he felt something ripple through the Force.
['Elvis…']
'Kriff.' Elvis shook his head, ignoring the call.
['Goddamn it, Elvis, answer me!']
Elvis shook the call off again, this time shooting his mental shields up at it's highest to block HIM off. He suppressed a growl and grabbed the steering.
'Whatever he's planning to do, I CANNOT focus on it now.' he thought to himself.
["Mystica: Found."] the computer suddenly spoke up. ["Prepare to exit hyperspace."]
"Buckle up, everyone," Elvis announced to the group behind him. "Unlike any other ship, exiting hyperspace in the Luna is a little… bumpy,"
As if on cue, a turbulence came. The Jedi and the clones struggled to keep their balance. Once it was gone, they strapped themselves to the nearest seat and waited until the blueness of hyperspace disappeared and turned into the vast darkness of space.
Elvis looked around, his ears flickering at the sound of whispers behind him. He let out a groan, but he didn't let them distract him. He checked the tracker and found the location of the other ship. He pulled on the steering, prompting the Luna to stop.
"We're here,"
X
Kameon jolted out of his thoughts the moment he felt the turbulence. He heard another ship connect to the Mystica and hissed.
'Elvis…' He cursed under his breath. 'That little… argh!'
He ran out and exited the bunker. He ran through the halls and corridors to the bridge to find Dooku, looking very cross while his arms were folded on his chest as he glared at the sight of him.
"Where have you been, Kameon?!" He scowled. "I told you to watch the prisoner!"
"I felt a disturbance in the Force," Kameon answered, even if he knew that whatever he said wouldn't lessen the trouble he was already in. "Then I heard another ship attach to ours,"
"The Jedi." Dooku gritted his teeth in fury.
"They must be here for the senator," Kameon said, sending a deadly glance down at Padme.
Padme looked relieved. The Sith apprentice grinned at this. She had no idea what was going to happen.
"Take the battle droids and make sure they stay in their ship," Dooku ordered his apprentice, but the Twi'lek hybrid shook his head.
"I don't think that's the smartest idea, Master," Kameon argued. "They'll fight through our defenses. Let's set up a trap here to capture them and threaten the Senate and the Jedi to surrender if they want them alive,"
"Are you telling me what to do, apprentice?" Dooku narrowed his eyes at him.
"Yes, and I'm sure Lord Sidious would agree with me," Kameon scoffed, knowing he was right. In the Future, Palpatine had advised him Vader to set a trap to capture his father to threaten and make the Rebellion surrender. It didn't necessarily work because of Elvis getting in the way, but it should've worked well enough.
"Fine!" Dooku bellowed. "But if this fails, you will PERSONALLY report this to my master!"
"I could work with that," Kameon wasn't intimidated. Dooku wasn't the scariest of the Sith, and he knew that.
'But he could still be a danger to Elvis.'
The thought nagged in his mind, but he ignored it. He couldn't pay attention to it now. Not now, not ever.
He had a trap to prepare.
X
"So what's the plan?" Anakin asked, turning to his former master and the other Jedi Master.
"We cannot just ambush," Mace sternly stated. "They will be ready for us, I'm sure,"
"Elvis, which part of the Mystica is the safest for us to move through?" Obi-Wan questioned, turning to the boy.
"The vents, but most of you are too heavily built for it," Elvis answered, removing his robe to reveal his lightsaber and a blaster clipped to his belt. "Ahsoka and I can crawl through them as back-up, but the rest of you will have to move through Hallway A, Corridor 3. It has more rooms to hide in case you run into Fighter Droids,"
"What are Fighter Droids?" Ahsoka looked worried.
"Fighter Droids are powerful, fast-acting droids," Elvis explained as he picked up his bo-rifle and strapped it on his back (like his father does). "They're lethal and deadly, but they have a weak spot on the abdomen part of their body. If you're able to slash that with a lightsaber or shoot it with a gun before you get hit by it's quick punches and kicks then they won't be a problem,"
"Generals, what's the plan?" Rex questioned as he stepped forward.
"Sneak in to get Padme and get out," Anakin concluded.
"Ani, that's a miracle, not a plan," Obi-Wan pointed out.
"And it would be a trap if we would be able to do it with ease," Mace spoke up.
"I've got a plan," Elvis dropped his robe on the ground and turned around to face them. "The clones will all head to the bridge. Captain Rex, Commander Cody, lead them through Hallway B, Corridor 1; more spacious, less places to hide. The rest of us will head to Hallway A, Corridor 3 and wait until Dooku and/or Kameon show up to catch them by surprise. Anakin, go with them, so Dooku will THINK that his plan is going well,"
"Then the rest of us will shock him to let his plans crumble," Obi-Wan started to catch on to the plan.
"And if that doesn't work, Ahsoka and I will be at the vents to serve as back-up," Elvis smiled. "We would contact the Jedi Temple for any other back-up before coming to help, of course,"
"Sounds like a plan," Anakin grinned.
"Hopefully, it's not a Skywalker Plan," Mace shook his head. "Those never go as planned,"
"Hey!" Anakin let out a humph.
"Master Windu DOES have a point, Skyguy," Ahsoka teased.
"Not the time for arguments," Elvis told them off as he took out a hair tie and tied his long hair into a ponytail. "We need to go NOW,"
"You heard the Commander," Obi-Wan nodded. "Let's move out,"
"Yes, General, Sir," The Clones all saluted and headed to exit.
Elvis blinked in surprise as they left, with Rex and Cody in the lead. "Wait a minute, 'Commander'?"
"Every Jedi Knight and Jedi Master is a General in this war," Mace cleared out. "And every Padawan is a Commander,"
"Okay…" Elvis winced before glaring up at the Jedi. "but don't call me Commander. Never EVER call me Commander. I don't want to be called that. Makes me sound old,"
"Whatever you say," Anakin chuckled.
X
A disturbance in the Force caused Nigel to freeze. It was strange to have it so open after years of closing it off. Opening it again gave him a coma that lasted nearly a week.
He was only getting used to the Force helping him out. His male mother was powerful in it, thus making him a little powerful himself. Even so, he's sometimes forgot that it existed since it always seems so quiet.
But now, it wasn't. It was ringing in his mind like his ears were clogged with water. It pounded on his head like a rock had fallen on it and was circling around his brain, telling him something was going to happen and whispering one name that caused his stomach to drop.
"Elvis,"
"What of him?" Trisha turned to her older half-brother, an eyebrow raised in her helmet.
"The Force… it… something bad's going to happen…" Nigel gulped. "…to Elvis,"
"Are… Are you sure?" Trisha swallowed a fearful breath, the Force finally making it's way to get and making her hair stand at it's end. "He… Mom trusted him to do it alone. I… I'm sure Elvis can handle whatever's going to happen,"
"But what if he can't?" Nigel clenched his now-sweating fists. "Trisha, Elvis is tough but not indestructible. I don't think Kameon will do anything to kill him, but… Dooku might. Plus… the Force never lies. If it says that something's wrong… then it's true,"
That didn't settle well for the Mando, who stiffened at the thought of Dooku hurting their little brother. Her helmet hid her expression, but she knew Nigel could feel her fear and worry through their bond.
"We… alright," Trisha finally gave in with a nod. "but we need to be subtle and hide ourselves on the Luna to not interfere with whatever plan Elvis had made,"
"Anything to protect our little brother," Nigel took out a ring from his pocket then he twirled it to activate a swirling purple vortex, and they entered it before it disappeared.
X
"Quietly, men," Anakin whispered to the clones as he, Cody and Rex led them down Hallway B, Corridor 1. "We want to pretend to surprise them through an ambush to the bridge, so we also have to fake out stealth,"
"Uh, where is the bridge, General?" Echo asked.
"Um…" Anakin hesitated to answer after remembering that he didn't know the ship at all. "Probably at the end of the hallway,"
"Wait, 'probably'?" Dogma frowned in his helmet.
"Sir, PLEASE tell me you know the way to the bridge," Jesse held his breath, as if he knew the answer already.
"Uh… I do?" Anakin gave a nervous chuckle.
Rex and Cody has their helmets on, but they were able to exchange worried glances. Neither Echo nor Fives were convinced while Waxer and Boil gulped worriedly. Kix shook his head with a hiss, and Tup and Hardcase visibly shuddered.
"Oh come on!" Anakin frowned at the clones' reaction. "Cut me some slack!"
["How can they when you never brought R2, and you never asked for the map of the Mystica?"] Elvis's voice rang through the comm.
["Now is not the time to argue, both of you,"] Mace scolded.
["Mace is right,"] Obi-Wan agreed. ["Elvis, stay quiet up there on the vents. And Ani, what happened to faking stealth?"]
"It left when I was judged for not learning the map of the Mystica," Anakin scoffed.
["You whine too much, Skyguy,"] Ahsoka snickered.
["And FYI, Master Windu, these vents are soundproof, so I can talk as loud as I can, and only Ahsoka will hear me,"] Elvis huffed at his great-great-grandmaster.
["Everyone, let's just focus on the mission,"] Obi-Wan reminded.
"Right," Anakin nodded in agreement before switching off his comm and turning to the clones. "Keep going, men. The bridge is at the end of the hall. Let's go,"
X
Something felt wrong in the plan, and Kameon knew it. He could feel the Jedi getting on board with the clone troopers, but there was something… off with their signatures. He wanted to tell, but Dooku was already in a bad mood as it is, so he decided to just ignore it. For now.
He hid in the darkness, as did Dooku, the Fighter Droids and most of the battle droids while the other battle droids were around Padme, guarding her to make sure she didn't escape.
Soon, one of the doors to the bridge slid open to reveal Anakin leading the clones.
Seeing the Jedi Knight enter with his lightsaber blazing was no surprise since THAT was Dooku's Plan. Seeing them go through the door that came from Hallway B, Corridor 1, however, made Kameon furrow his eyebrows in concern.
He knew Elvis would lead an operation like this. He knew that the younger hybrid was smarter than he looks. If Skywalker and the clones took the fastest yet the most-prone-to-danger path to the bridge then there was DEFINITELY a bigger plan in front of them.
"Padme!" The sound of the Jedi Knight's voice snapped the Sith Apprentice out of his thoughts.
He looked down to see the clone troopers gunning down the droids while Anakin ran to free the senator from the chains.
"Ani!" Kameon wanted to gag with the tone of her voice. Did she not know?
"You okay?" Anakin sounded worried, but not like how he would if he—
Kameon gritted his teeth. 'Elvis… you… ugh, I don't know whether to be pissed off at you for ruining my plans or impressed by how you got Kenobi and Skywalker together in one afternoon.'
SLASH!
The chains were soon broken, and Padme was free. She lunged herself into the Jedi's arms.
Anakin winced. He glanced over at the clones for help, but they turned away to ignore him. He let out a sigh and pulled away from her.
"A-Ani?" Padme looked confused and hurt.
'Boundaries. Impressive.' Kameon couldn't help but grin. 'Okay, Elvy, I'll give you credit for this.'
Before anything could happen, however, Dooku commanded the Fighter Droids to block all of the doors and surround the group. The clones held out their blasters, and Anakin held up his lightsaber, tossing his blaster to the senator before stepping forward.
"Skywalker." Dooku hissed then he came out with his red lightsaber, the battle droids by his sides.
"Count Dooku." Anakin snarled.
'Ugh, here me go.' Kameon shook his head before appearing by his master's side. 'Might as well get this over with.'
X
All was according to plan, and Elvis knew that.
He sensed Dooku and Kameon's presence appear to Anakin, and he knew that they had to wait a while until things got really, REALLY ugly.
"Aim for the abdomen!" Elvis reminded the moment he heard gun fire. "Be out of the Fighter Droids' visual! Get behind it and shoot!"
["Will do!"] Rex's reply was gruff but solemn enough.
["We could use some help, you know!"] Anakin pointed out, the sound of his lightsaber deflecting a shot from, what the hybrid could tell, one of the battle droids' blasters.
"Not yet…" Elvis muttered. "Master Kenobi, focus on your bond with Anakin. Once you sense Dooku cornering him, that's when you attack,"
["Ah, the shocking surprise,"] Obi-Wan seemed amused by the plan as he agreed. ["Understood,"]
Elvis smiled then he switched his comm off and turned to the Togruta. Ahsoka was behind him, tapping her fingers on the vent floor out of boredom. This made the hybrid snicker.
"How you holding up there?"
"Bored and irritated," Ahsoka fidgeted uncomfortably. "Ugh, these vents are so small! I can hardly move!"
"And to think at least five teenagers can fit here whenever Mom uses this on a PADU mission," Elvis chortled.
"It's not my fault that I'm not used to sitting still," Ahsoka huffed.
"Just… shut up and don't move until we get the signal," Elvis rolled his eyes.
["ARGH!"] The sound of Anakin falling after his cry echoed through the comm.
The signal. Elvis cursed when he realized that it was a little early than he first anticipated, but he had a back-up to the plan anyway, so he just let it go as smoothly as he could.
"Master Kenobi—"
["Yes, Elvis, I know,"] Obi-Wan's voice screamed with worry as the sound of two lightsabers activating came through. ["I FELT his distress. Be ready with Ahsoka,"]
["And be CAREFUL."] Mace added.
"Will do," Elvis nodded, trying not to be touched by the amount of care his great-great-grandmaster actually had hidden deep in his words before switching his comm off.
"Do you think they'll be okay?" Ahsoka asked in a mere whisper, but it was loud enough for Elvis's Lasat ears to pick up.
"Dooku's not the problem," Elvis grimaced. "Kameon isn't either. It's Sidious who I'd watch out for,"
"Why?" Ahsoka glanced at him worriedly. "We never told Palpatine Padme's kidnapping,"
"Dooku did." Elvis hissed. "And Sidious is going to use it against the Jedi, so we need a plan to expose Palpatine as the Sith he really is,"
"How?"
"I… not now," Elvis shook his head. "We can wait… until I get a chance to talk to Skywalker again…"
X
The moment Obi-Wan and Mace arrived, Kameon knew that Elvis had outsmarted him yet again.
He was facing his great-grandmaster, red blade against purple. Of course, he knew the Jedi Master knew who he was, but if the dark-skinned Jedi didn't care, neither should he.
As he battled, he glanced over at Dooku, who was battling both Anakin and Obi-Wan while Padme and the clone troopers were battling the battle droids and were trying to take down the Fighter Droids.
'Elvis might have outsmarted me, but our forces still outmatch them!' Kameon grinned wickedly as he pulled back and aimed for a hit, only to be met by the purple blade once more.
[You judge him to quickly.] Qui-Gon's voice suddenly bombarded his mind, nearly making him stumble at the distraction. [You know him too well to outmatch his skill and wits.]
'Can you shut up and get out of my mind already?' Kameon snarled, launching another attack to ignore the voice in his head.
[He is here, and you know it.]
'But WHERE? And why are you helping me?' Kameon growled.
[I am here to guide you right, young one. You and Elvis, but it will still be up to you and him to listen.]
'I WILL NEVER LISTEN!' Kameon was getting frustrated at Qui-Gon, and he was taking it all on Mace, his attacks stronger, quicker and more attached with fury.
[Then you will be as blind as any Sith of your superior.] With that, the voice left, and Kameon was left with the chill of his presence.
The Sith Apprentice shook his head and continued to focus on the fight. He gave a Force-push, and Mace was down. As the Jedi Master struggled to get up, Kameon immediately grabbed his lightsaber by the boot and slid it to the end of the room before pointing the end of his red saber to his great-grandmaster's face.
"You are weak." He spat out.
"One who seeks the Dark Side for strength is the weaker Jedi." Mace retorted back.
"I AM NO JEDI!" Kameon roared out, gritting his teeth. "THE JEDI WILL PERISH, AND SO WILL THE REPUBLIC!"
Before he could swing his blade to end the Jedi's life, however, there was a sudden blaster shot. Kameon turned to the source of the noise, and his eyes widened in horror to see one of the Fighter Droids fall over, a hole pierced through his abdomen.
"WHAT?!" Dooku was bewildered before sending a death glare to his apprentice. "YOU SAID THAT THE FIGHTER DROIDS WERE INDESTRUCTIBLE!"
"I NEVER SAID THAT!" Kameon yelled back, his lekku-shaped hair swishing in irritation.
"It wouldn't be true anyway,"
That voice. Oh, how much Kameon had MISSED and HATED that voice.
They all turned around to find Elvis standing by the door, his blaster on his hand and Ahsoka standing beside him with both lightsabers at hand.
Kameon wanted to kill the other hybrid, but the younger boy's outfit made his jaw drop and his cheeks burn to his ears as Elvis's hair tie fell off and allowed his hair to flow.
No matter how annoying Elvis was in foiling his plans, he had to admit that he was still as hot and as beautiful as he usually is, and Kameon was furious at himself for still liking him.
['Loving' him, you mean?]
'SHUT UP.' Kameon snapped at the return of Qui-Gon's voice.
The Fighter Droids all turned to the new enemy and began to attack, but Elvis was quicker. He grabbed his lightsaber and ignited it then he slashed it against the abdomen of the first droid with such power that it slashed through four more droids.
'…' Kameon was dumbstruck. He knew Elvis was strong, but he never knew he was THAT strong.
"Ahsoka, help the clones with the battle droids!" The younger hybrid yelled at the Togruta. "I'll take care of the Fighter Droids!"
"Got it!" Ahsoka responded with a nod.
Elvis smiled and leapt towards the other Fighter Droids. He shot one and slashed 5 until every Fighter Droid was on the ground, a hole in each abdomen. A wide victorious grin was on his face, and his chest was pumped up with pride.
Kameon's eye twitched in irritation (and hidden attraction). He Force-grabbed Mace and threw him across the room then he took out his second lightsaber and activated it's red blade.
X
The second Elvis heard Windu yelp as he was tossed, he knew what was coming.
Thankfully, he had enough time to stuff his blaster on his belt and hold out his blue lightsaber when two red blades suddenly crashed down at attack. He looked up at his opponent and snickered.
"Kameon,"
"Elvis." Kameon gritted his teeth.
"Looks like I pissed someone off," Elvis smugly spoke.
"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Kameon pushed him off and growled as the other boy managed to keep his balance. "Well, I'm smarter than you think."
"I have many witnesses to argue with that fact," Elvis rolled his eyes and held his lightsaber with both hands, preparing for an attack. "especially at the fact that is not a 'fact', but a winded bluff,"
"You little…" Kameon lunged forward, but the other was expecting that.
Elvis deflected both blades then, with a quick motion, he kicked one out of his hands and grabbed it, deactivating it before setting it in his belt. He smirked at the scowl on the older hybrid's face.
"Too slow, Kameon?"
"Argh!" Kameon was now seeing red as he began to launch countless, senseless attacks.
Elvis knew he was going blind with rage, and that's exactly what he needed to outmatch him. He didn't attack or defend, but instead, he was dodging swiftly and gracefully, his hands and lightsaber behind him as he moved.
"STAY STILL, DAMMIT!" Kameon roared out.
"Catch me first," Elvis winked as he slid out of his way and went behind him. "IF you can, that is,"
"Stay still, and I WILL!" Kameon huffed in exasperation.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Elvis teased, sliding sideways and sweeping the Sith off his feet.
"Argh!" Kameon was planning to get up, but the younger hybrid was faster, kicking him by the shoulder blades and forcing him down. "Goddamn it, Elvis! Get OFF ME!"
"Hmm…" Elvis pretended to give it a thought before grinning. "Nope,"
"At least tie your hair back!" Kameon snarled, blowing strands of the boy's long hair from his face. "It's in the way!"
"If it's annoying to you then it's fine by me," Elvis chuckled then he stood up straight and threw his lightsaber, destroying the clankers that tried to attack him before catching the saber hilt back into his hand. "And this is more fun now that I have a 'higher ground', don't you think?"
"ELVIS!" Kameon soon found his strength and pushed the teen off him.
Elvis flung over to the wall, but he landed on it perfectly, flipping over to re-land himself on the ground. He twirled his lightsaber and narrowed his eyes at the Sith, who was starting to tremble in rage.
"Surrender!" He roared our. "Or die!"
"As if you could kill me," Elvis huffed but before either could make a move, the younger felt the Force deafen his ears in warning, so he slid out of the way just in time to see another red blade come in contact with the ground.
"Kameon, to Skywalker!" Dooku growled at his apprentice. "I will take care of this menace of a Jedi."
Kameon looked like he was about to protest but was cut off when Anakin's lightsaber came and nearly slashed him in half. He moved out of the way and used his red saber to defend himself from the Jedi.
Elvis focused on the older hybrid's movements, even as Dooku came forward to attack. He effortlessly blocked the attacks, his eyes partially turning to the older teen as Obi-Wan came to assist Anakin.
This battle was not going as great as he had wanted.
Elvis hissed at that. Kameon wasn't going to snap back to light unless Dooku did something. How was he going to do this and accomplish his mission? And save Heron from the darkness Vader had nurtured inside of him?
Another blade caught back his attention, and he turned to find Dooku gritting his teeth in rage. It made Elvis smirk at how irritated the older Sith was getting because of him.
Well, he DID choose to battle him instead of Anakin. Does that mean that Palpatine deemed him more dangerous than Skywalker? How flattering, really.
"You are nothing but a child." Dooku spat out the words that the younger hybrid had heard many times from older opponents and was so sick off. "A child fighting in a war of adults. The Jedi are fools to overlook your power, but the Dark Side will not. I have heard tales about you, young Elvis, from Kameon and his tales,"
"Should I be touched to be the center of conversations, or should I be worried about what he talks about?" Elvis snickered, stepping back to let Dooku attack, only to have him force-pushed down to the ground.
"He believes that you may fall if given time." Dooku's grip on his lightsaber tightened. "I beg to differ."
"Eh, I don't mind, really," Elvis shrugged, blocking the Smith's upcoming attack with a flick of his wrist. "It makes me think that even if all that the Sith care about is getting rid of the Jedi, either by assassination or falling to the Dark Side, you have already lost hope on the falling part,"
"Hope is for the Jedi," Dooku hissed, getting more irritated with each attack and defense.
"Weird, because I'm a Jedi, and I'm sometimes out of hope," Elvis cackled. "And when it comes to the men, it's easy to lose hope of them not being malice,"
Dooku snarled and pounced another attack, one that the hybrid gracefully avoided. "Whatever your plan may be, it will not work, and the Jedi will fall. We know of Skywalker's forbidden marriage,"
"So do the whole 501st Battalion and all of the Masters of the Jedi Council," Elvis gave another shrug. "It's already sorted out, so you don't have to keep yourself occupied with that,"
"You…? Impossible!" Dooku roared out another attack, his golden eyes full of anger and hatred. "How DARE you ruin me and my master's plans?!"
"Your master thinks he's so clever, but I can be even more so," Elvis sniggered, twirling and swerving around to avoid getting hit. "I know every tactic he does and every move he will do. I know his plans for Skywalker, and I am determined to stop them, whatever it takes,"
"You're already a fool to tell me such a thing," Dooku mocked, preparing for another attack.
"That's where you're wrong, Dooku," Elvis grinned and used the Force to trip the Sith up before pinning him down, lightsaber near his head. "YOU are the fool to think that I'd let you go so easily. Look around, Dooku. You're army has fallen, and you've failed your master,"
"You DARE—!" Dooku glared up at him with a snarl, but the hybrid paid him no attention as he was stepped on, causing to him growl under his breath.
Elvis shook his head then he stood up and turned back to the battle field. He walked on as the battle droids and the clones battled, followed by Mace and Ahsoka slicing down the clankers and Padme shooting every droid in sight. He watched as Kameon faced off Anakin and Obi-Wan, and when the Jedi Master was knocked down, the Jedi Knight fought harder and angrier than before.
The battlefield was getting fiercer than before.
Elvis let out a sigh, but as he stepped forward to help his comrades, the Force rang in his head to warn him of the upcoming danger. He paused in his tracks and turned too late.
Pain shot all through his chest and abdomen. His eyes widened in horror, his gaze lowering to the red blade stabbed through his body. He felt his hearing deafen at the sound of his own blood rushing to his ears and mouth, which he could feel trickling with the red liquid.
"ELVIS!" the screams of Skywalker and Kenobi cut through the deafening silence.
Elvis let out a blood-curdling scream as the burning pain left momentarily then a hand grabbed his arm to pull and intensify the pain when the blade met his side, causing him to let out another scream that could shatter the windows. The stab was deepened, and the next scream seemed to choke in his throat with the blood he was spitting out. His blood-shot eyes soon met Dooku's sickening gold ones, orbs full of victory as he smirked.
"You are weak, Jedi." were his last words to him before he twisted the lightsaber hilt, causing the hybrid's body to stiffen still.
X
To say that Kameon was shocked was an understatement. To stay that he was horrified is close to the truth.
Because honestly? He was traumatized by what he saw.
His heart tightened in his chest, and his stomach twisted in horror as everything went slow and deafening.
He watched his so-called master remove the blade, causing Elvis's body to fall to the ground, a pool of blood appearing around him almost instantly. He watched Anakin roar out in rage before pouncing to attack Dooku.
The whole battlefield turned blurry to Kameon's vision, his body moving in automatic. When his vision cleared up, he found himself in front of Elvis's body, bloody and battered up. His knees felt weak, his mind spinning with many, many things.
Guilt and regret were two of them.
Failure was another.
His breath felt like it had been knocked out of him, his hands trembling as his eyes widened. His knees were shaking and were threatening to fall as he swallowed, his throat going dry.
How did this happen? How could he let this happen? He had WARNED Elvis to stay away, to let him do his job. He had told Elvis off to protect him, protect Elvis from Vader, protect Elvis from Sidious, protect Elvis from Dooku.
To protect Elvis from… him.
But now, it's too late. Elvis was… gone. He was KILLED, and Kameon couldn't do anything to help.
[I had warned you.] Qui-Gon's voice echoed in his mind, and this time, he didn't bother to remove it. [You had been so blinded by your mission as a Sith to destroy the Jedi that you had failed the real reason why you chose the mission in the first place; to protect the one you love.]
The truth was burning and hurtful in many ways possible. It was so painful that Kameon wanted to stab himself with his own lightsaber.
He soon fell to his knees, his saber hilt falling beside him. His tears came pouring down his wide, traumatized eyes, rolling down his cheeks without his consent
His eyes started to lose the golden glint it used to have.
All it left were aqua green eyes, full of guilt, self-hatred, fear, and never-ending sadness. The battlefield around him was a blur, so much that he didn't care if someone would shoot him down right there and then.
There was no point of living if his beloved wasn't alive any longer.
Shakily, he moved forward to take Elvis into his arms. His body was cold, dead, pale and unmoving. The blood that had spilled from his mouth, chest and side had partly dried, but it still stained his clothes and arms. He pulled it close to his chest and felt his tears fall stronger as his grip trembled.
Finally, he broke down.
X
Obi-Wan had seen many things in his life of being a Jedi, many things in the war that broke his heart. Many things that he knew other didn't deserve.
But this? This was one of the worst ones.
Elvis was only fifteen years of age, a child with many experiences. A child born in a war a little too early. A child who knew too much for his age. A child who had gone through too much for his age.
And now, he was gone. Dead and beaten because of the Sith.
When Kameon had stepped forward towards Elvis, Obi-Wan was tempted to Force-push him out of the way, but he was still down, and his side was injured, so he couldn't really do anything but watch as the Sith Apprentice approached the boy's corpse.
He forced himself up and took out his lightsaber, but just as he was about to ignite it, he was taken back when Kameon fell to his knees.
The action confused him, but at the same time, it didn't really shock him. He knew that even inside Kameon's wicked state, Caleb's future child Heron still stood inside, locked up and forced inside Kameon's mind to ignore.
But Elvis believed in him. Believed that Heron was still inside Kameon. That there was still light inside of him.
And it seemed that he was right. Even in his death, Elvis managed to prove himself right. Even if it was for the last time.
The Force pulled on his mind, and Obi-Wan listened to what it had to whisper in his mind. It guided him to Kameon's mind, whose mental shields lowered for the Jedi Master to probe.
He felt fear, guilt and sadness mix with the hybrid's Force Signature. The guilt was overpowering the rest, looming his mind with remaining darkness. The darkness that was slowly beginning to decrease into balanced light.
Obi-Wan blinked in amazement. Even in death, Elvis managed to accomplish his mission.
Bring Heron back to light.
And said boy was now sobbing, his cries louder than earlier as he held the corpse to his chest tightly.
Obi-Wan was torn between moving towards the boy to comfort him and moving to help Anakin take vengeance for what Dooku had done. He was about to debate on the decision when he felt Anakin's body slam towards him, knocking him out into darkness.
X
"Faster, Trish!" Nigel yelled for his younger half-sister to catch up as they raced through the Mystica. "I can't feet Elvis's Force Signature anymore!"
"What?!" Trisha was shocked as she struggled to keep up. "Why did you tell me?! We should have been there to stop his death!"
"He may just be unconscious, but that's not the point!" Nigel came to a stop at the door, his eyes widening. "Wait a minute,"
"What? What's wrong?!" Trisha demanded, stopping beside her older half-brother.
"I can only feel the darkness of Dooku's Force Signature,"
Trisha's eyes went as wide as saucers. "Wait, does that mean…?"
"Yes." Nigel hissed. "Elvis succeeded,"
"…" Trisha should have felt joy at the news, but the tone on her older half-brother's voice swerved her emotions into worry. "…but at what cause?"
"I… I don't know," Nigel gulped. "but I… I don't think I want to know,"
"We SHOULD know," Trisha made her way to his front. "If Dooku did anything to Elvis, I swear to the Force—"
"Trish, Heron would do that first, don't you think?" Nigel turned to her with a strained face.
"I don't hear HIM fighting!" Trisha pointed out while the sound of the battle echoed through the door.
"Something's wrong then," Nigel bit his bottom lip. "We have to intervene,"
"Finally! Some action!" Trisha grinned and pushed a button to open the door.
The moment she did, however, they were both met with pain before darkness consumed them.
X
"Rise, my apprentice,"
Heron heard the voice of the Sith as he resurfaced from the depths of the Dark Side. He looked down to find himself no longer holding Elvis's body and was merely staring down at it with tearful eyes.
"The Jedi was dragging you down…" Dooku's voice sent a shiver down the hybrid's spine. "He is nothing but a nuisance…"
Heron growled. How DARE he call Elvis a nuisance?! If anything, he was the brains, the hero and a leader. Even to the enemy, he wouldn't be a nuisance. He would be a toy that they'd try to break to no avail.
To a degree, at least.
He felt the Force darken around him as Dooku let out an evil laugh. He shook off the darkness, however, and began to concentrate on his breathing to release his rage into the Force.
In and out… in and out…
His anger and frustration was sent out into the Force, and Heron felt himself breathing in peace. He slowly reached out and found the Force Signatures of Mace, Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka and… Nigel and Trisha? Well, not surprising, but still not predictable.
"He is nothing but a child," Dooku went on, sending the Jedi a snarky look. "And these two are equally childish. I am quite surprised that you foolish Jedi are letting children into your battles,"
"Leave them alone, Dooku." Mace glared at the Sith.
"Yeah!" Anakin snarled. "You already killed one of them! Leave the others alone!"
"And why should I?" Dooku smirked. "The decision is all on my Master, but if anything, their deaths will be more painful than the first,"
Heron had heard enough. Elvis's death was no bragging matter, and he was definitely not letting some… bantha shit of a Sith speak of it like it was nothing but a joke.
Swiftly, he hooked his red saber to Elvis's belt and grabbed the younger hybrid's lightsaber and blaster. He then stood up slowly, head low in his hood.
This was his only chance to make things right. If Elvis saw the light in him, he had to prove him right.
"You killed Elvis." he growled as soon as he was standing up right, between Dooku and the captured Jedi (how the Sith did that, he will never know) before looking up with his aqua green eyes gleaming. "That was a mistake."
"That Jedi was weakening you," Dooku hissed. "He was your weakness. I should have known the moment we came in contact with him. Now, he is no longer in the way of your training, apprentice,"
"No, you're wrong," Heron shook his head and flipped the blaster before igniting both, a blue blade appearing on the hilt and a purple blade appearing at the end of the blaster. "Now, I have nothing left to fear,"
With those words, he pounced an attack, his mind at peace and his heart full of strength. He removed his hood as he did so, doing a spin attack to catch Dooku off-guard. His efforts had not been in vain, and the Sith was taken back, eyes wide as he used his only red blade to defend himself from the double attack.
Now Heron knew just how his father felt when he avenged his uncle Ezra, and it felt amazing to be free from the chains that bounded him. The chains that forced him to try to impress those around him.
The chains that Elvis had been making him get rid of for years. And now, they were gone.
Dooku moved quickly, lunging to get a hit on the hybrid. Heron wasn't letting him and quickly blocked the blade before quickly spinning to knock the Sith down to the floor. Once the enemy hit the ground face-first, Heron wasted no time to pin him down with one foot.
"Argh!" Dooku's Force Signature screamed with darkness as he used the Force to push him off of him and towards a wall.
Heron saw this move before and was prepared for it. As he was pushed, he spun, one leg stretched out while the other was bent. The moment his foot hit the wall, he let himself come to a stop before pushing with his other foot to launch another attack.
Elvis would be proud of him for remembering that move.
Dooku was caught off-guard, his eyes widening as he was disarmed and pinned down in a second. He struggled to push the hybrid off again, but Heron was quicker this time and stabbed the floor, just by the sides of the Sith's head to come as a threat.
"Stop." Heron commanded. It was so firm that it almost sounded like his mother and father combined, which only made him proud of his development. "Things will only get worse if you struggle."
"You cannot defeat me, Kameon!" Dooku claimed. "A Jedi never kills!"
"First of all, my name is Heron, Heron Kam Syndulla-Jarrus," the older hybrid snarled as he slowly stood up. "Second, you're right. A Jedi never kills," He looked up at Trisha and sneered. "but a Mandalorian does, right, Trish?"
Trisha was confused about the statement until the hybrid used the Force to remove chains on her body. Realization dawned upon her the moment she was free, a smirk making it's way to her face as she stepped forward.
"You're truly correct, Heron," she ignited her own blue blade and grinned down at the Sith. "A Mandalorian DOES kill, especially when an enemy had slain her little brother,"
"All yours, cousin," Heron moved out of the way and made his way to Nigel and the other Jedi to untie them from the chains.
He might or might not have heard Dooku's screams as Trisha executed him right in the spot. If he did, he chose to ignore it.
X
Nigel was debated with overwhelming feelings. On one hand, Heron was back to light. The guy that he had fought when he was still a villain was back and was now fighting by their side. On the other hand…
His attention turned away from Heron to the corpse of his half-brother on the floor, bloodless, pale and battered. The guilt and tears came to him as he turned away, shutting his eyes as tightly as he can.
How could he let this happen? He was a fool to think that Elvis would be safe in the presence of a Sith. He trusted Heron but had forgotten all about Count Dooku, the Sith apprentice that Darth Sidious had in the past. He had been a fool, playing by his games.
And Elvis… he knew his fate. He knew of the game Dooku and Sidious were playing and decided to play along only to save Heron from the dark. That's why he didn't want either of them to come. He didn't want them to interfere with his plan.
"Nigel,"
The said boy looked up to find aqua green eyes staring at his sapphire blue ones.
"H-Heron…"
"You're crying," the hybrid pointed out, ignoring the others as they turned to them after reassuring each other if they were alright.
Nigel was surprised at the statement until he felt his cheeks. Indeed, his face was soaked with tears that were pouring without his consent.
"I…" But his tongue was tied by the time he opened his mouth to say something as his lips quivered. "…"
Heron frowned and embraced the 17-year old human. One hug was enough to make Nigel break, melting into the hybrid's arms.
"I failed him…"
"No, you didn't," Heron shook his head with a sigh. "As much I acted to hate you even when Uncle Ezra rescued you from Oleg, I know that you've changed as much as I did. If you think that you failed him then I failed him too,"
"We all did," Ahsoka spoke as she came forward. "We… We failed to protect him, and he ended up killed,"
"We're sorry," Obi-Wan apologized, stepping forward to place a hand on the human male teen's shoulder.
Nigel shook his head and shoved the hand away. "No, it's… it's not fine, but… but he knew this. He KNEW something like this would happen. He wouldn't let this happen unless he knew that the only way to save Heron from Kameon and Dooku was to… to…"
"No…" Heron's eyes widened, horrified by the truth. "He… He knew… that… that… that dikut (idiot)!" He let out a cry, new tears rolling down his cheeks. "How could he DO that?! He knew that his safety… his LIFE… was the only thing I treasured! I'd kill everyone in a planet if it meant keeping him safe! How could he DO this to me?!"
"That is why he didn't tell us your weakness," Obi-Wan's eyes lit up in realization. "It would be too risky for anyone, even for us,"
"And now, it caused him his life," Mace let out a groan.
"What do we do know?" Anakin asked, his face lingering between anger and worry.
"You all report to the Jedi Council that Dooku is dead," Heron told them. "The Sith Apprentice had died with him, with Elvis taking the credit of it all,"
"Because without his plan and knowledge, we could've all gotten killed?" Ahsoka guessed.
"No," Nigel shook his head, following Heron's words. "not just that. It is because Elvis bested Kameon and defeated him, releasing Heron from the darkness. Once Kameon was gone, it was an easy attack for Heron to get rid of Dooku, even if it was Trisha who killed him,"
"Dooku had a point, though," Heron shrugged. "I'm a Jedi. I can't kill, but Trisha still has Mando blood. Killing would be a snap, especially to take vengeance on the one who killed her little brother,"
"Before we leave, we should check for any other life captured in the ship," Mace spoke up before turning to the clones to command them.
"I will contact Master Yoda about our accomplishment and loss," Obi-Wan informed, taking out his comm.
"I shall also report to the Chancellor about the death of one of the Sith Lords," Padme offered.
"No, Padme, don't," Anakin turned to shake his head at her. "This is the work of the Jedi. If the public needs to know about this then Master Yoda and the rest of the Jedi Council would tell them, not the Chancellor,"
Padme looked shocked. Mace and Obi-Wan were taken back by the response while Heron and Nigel were impressed.
Elvis didn't mess around when he said that he was going to change things around here.
"Uh, Skyguy?" Even Ahsoka looked surprised at her master's response. "Is that really you? I didn't know that you could turn your back on Palpatine so fast, even with knowing what he did,"
"What?" Padme looked at Ahsoka then back at Anakin in confusion.
"We have a lot to talk about, Senator Amidala-Skywalker," Mace sternly spoke, causing the woman to stiffen.
Nigel chuckled, but before he could say anything, he felt Heron suddenly grab his wrist. He turned to the hybrid, who had his eyes closed as he seemed to focus on the Force.
"Heron? What's wrong?"
"Shh," Heron shushed him. "Just… listen to the Force,"
Nigel was confused but closed his eyes to oblige. The Force reached out to him, grabbing onto his mind and gently calling him to turn his head.
"Do you hear it?"
"Yes…" Nigel felt his breath shake. "but I… I don't understand it…"
"I do," Heron opened his eyes, his gaze landing on Elvis's body, which Trisha was now holding onto for dear life. "There's hope,"
Nigel's eyes widened as he took in the statement. He followed the hybrid's gaze and once it landed on the body of his half-brother, he felt the Force pull on him again. He gasped.
"There's still time,"
Heron nodded before they both ran to the younger hybrid's body. Trisha had her eyes closed as they came closer then she held her hand up to stop them.
"I feel him," she stated, slowly opening her eyes to look at them. "He's still alive but barely,"
"Then let's get him back before his Force Signature fades away again," Heron took the boy into his arms.
Nigel nodded and smiled. If they knew Elvis well, and know him they did, he wouldn't fear the thought of death.
Especially if hope of life lingered near.
X
Almost done! Sorry it took so long!
Man, I've got writer's block, and my one-shots aren't working out anymore. You see, when I get an idea, I have to imagine it in my head to be obsessed with it, so I can write it down. I need inspiration! DX