Something occurred to me, I write you guys chapters a lot more than for the people reading AC 198 had to wait a long time between updates 'cause inspiration took me that long. Oh well. On with *grimace* the disclaimer (I'm starting to think that half my fic will be the disclaimer by the time I'm done, *sigh*).

One Massive Disclaimer, Chapter Two:

New Person: Cosan Fross- Culchulainn

Ship's not mentioned:

Knight: Galen's ship (me)

Jedi Witch: Alanna's ship (same person as Alanna)

Devil's Touch: Garen's ship (same person as Garen)

Twilight Star: Nikki's ship (same person as Nikki)

The Final Crisis: Kaeldra's ship (same person as Kaeldra)

The White Fang: Drake's ship (same person as Kaeldra)

Darkness: one of Darth Hatre's many ships (me)

That's it for this exciting chapter of "One Massive Disclaimer" will there be more next time? That's up to you.

Thanks: to everyone who submitted characters for this fic and everyone who reviewed.

Special Thanks: to Michael, because this whole fic is loosely based off our Role-playing sessions. To PadmeSkywalker who has reviewed every chapter so far. And to Andrea for submitting the most characters (eight, wow!) to this fic.

Special question about life: I wanted to put more effort into the thank and special thanks than "see last chapter" so I started typing it out. Then I decided that what I said last chapter still applied and that I should save time by using copy and paste. And now I probably wasted all the time I saved by typing this, what does that say about me? Hmmm

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The Chronicles of the New Jedi Knights: Trouble Brewing

The Knight of the Dark Side

          Drake Nighthalk was among the first off the shuttle when it had reached Yavin IV. He was a full Jedi Knight, so he was surprised to find that he had been assigned two roommates that were just trainees when he was away on a mission. He wanted to meet his roommates, but so far neither had shown. He let his thoughts wander, he didn't do that often anymore, and it was relaxing. He thought what had caused him to start his quest to become a Jedi in the first place. Grand Admiral Thrawn's reign of terror had caused many people to change occupations. It had changed his whole life. He had been separated from his parents, he couldn't really remember the details, he was pretty young, on a trip away from home. He hadn't found them since. He had never seen Thrawn, but he'd heard him described several times. He was a Jedi, and Jedi weren't supposed to hate, but he did hate Thrawn. He sighed, and tried to recall the few memories he had retained of his parents.

          Someone entering the room jerked him out of his reverie. "Hello," said Drake before opening his eyes as he stood up. "My," he stopped when he found himself staring face to face with someone who possessed glowing red eyes and blue skin. Drake's throat constricted for a moment. It couldn't be Thrawn, he was dead, long dead. But he was right there staring him in the face.

          "Hello," he responded. "My name is Mysh." Drake's found himself able to breath again. Now that he really looked the person in front of him was far to young to be Thrawn. "My name's Drake," he said.

          "Hey," another blue skinned face stuck in the doorway. "My name's Cosan, I guess you guys are my roommates," his words sounded somewhat raspy from the breathing mask he was wearing. Drake smiled, both of his new roommates seemed nice enough. But then, first impressions could be deceiving.

          Captain Centari of the Galactic Star Empire's Imperial Navy stood gazing out of the bridge veiwport of the Chimera. The mottled sky of hyperspace met his gaze, they were en route to Bastion for a meeting with Admiral Pellaen. The mottled sky of hyperspace reverted to starlines, and the starlines faded into stars. Below them was the planet Bastion, the Imperial capitol. "You have the bridge," he said to his first officer, and departed for the shuttle bays. Moments later, he was descending through Bastion's atmosphere in a Lambda class shuttle.

          Centari briskly returned the salute of a lower officer as he strode down the halls of the Imperial Capitol building. He was about to enter the room designated for this meeting, when the doors opened and just over a dozen imperial officers filed out of the room, seeming rather satisfied, and expectant. That was one of the last things he had expected. In the past few years, over fifty of the Empire's Imperial Star Destroyers had been scrapped, and more than that were being reconditioned, it had left the Imperial Navy in a pitiful state, hardly adequate to protect the newcomers. This had to be very good news.

          "Sir," Centari said, spotting Pellaen still sitting in the room. "Apparently there was a miscommunication. I was under the impression that this assembly started at 1600."

          "It started a 1500," said Pellaen, "but don't worry yourself Captain, the miscommunication was intentional. Please come in."    

          Centari walked into the room. And the doors shut behind him. Pellaen pushed a button and a holographic display of the Empire. "With so many systems of the New Republic seceding to us, there was a need to boost our military strength. Captain, approximately how many Imperial Star Destroyers are active in the fleet currently?"

          "150, sir."

          "Yes. Let me show you this." The holograph changed and showed an area of space Centari was not familiar with.

          "These are Imperial Colonies, very few people know about them, and this is why," an information grid came up, Centari skimmed over it, the natural resources contained on these worlds was nothing short of incredible.            "Were any of them inhabited?" asked the Captain.

          "No," replied Pellaen. "This is the current resources, it had more when it was discovered."

          "What happened to those resources?"

          "They were used, to build ships," Pellaen tapped another button and the view shifted to the Empire.

          Division lines appeared, separating four sections, and two sections within each larger section, each approximately the same size. The border around one of the smaller sections brightened and that section was magnified. The image became that of an Imperial fleet, and a rather large one. Five Imperial Star Destroyers, that by itself is a force to be reckoned with, but for support it also had three assault cruisers, thirteen victory star destroyers, one interdictor, and a few other smaller ships. "I have divided the Empire into four quadrants, each with two sections. Each section has it's own fleet, like the one you're looking at right now." This was amazing, with a military like that, the Empire would have a good shot at surviving an invasion from the New Republic, but would leave little room for attack.

          "Each quadrant will have it's own fleet as well, like this."

          Pellaen pushed another button and the image showed nine imperial star destroyers, sixteen victory star destroyers, his breath caught. There it was, something beautiful, a Super Star Destroyer. "There will be four fleets this size?" he asked.

          "No, there already are," said Pellaen, "Unless I say otherwise, everything I show you is already complete."

          Centari felt dizzy, the amount of firepower was amazing to think of. Pellaen pushed another button and the image changed to a still larger fleet. This one had three super star destroyers, and one ship larger than those. "What is that?" he asked.

          "That," Pellaen said, "is a Nova class star destroyer. The only star destroyer previous to its design that exceeded it in firepower was the Eclipse class star destroyer."

          It was huge. But Pellaen wasn't finished. "This is an image of the thirteenth fleet, its assignment is to protect Bastion. The fourteenth fleet is the command fleet. Let me show you the Chimera II."

          An image appeared of a star destroyer that resembled the Nova, except it was larger, and the size comparison was insane. "This is a Super Nova Class Star Destroyer. The only ships that surpassed its capacity and firepower in known existence had a super laser. The 150 Imperial Star Destroyers you mentioned earlier will patrol and guard the new space, recently acquired from the New Republic."

          With a fleet like this, nothing could stand in the Empire's way, should it begin to conquer once again, and nothing could conquer them. The Empire could yet exceed its prime in the days of Palpatine. "This is your assignment. Everyone else at the meeting you missed was told this information, and given command of one of the first thirteen fleets. I command the fourteenth. I'm giving you command of the fifteen. The fifteenth fleet is identical to the thirteenth in size and power, so you will be commanding off of the bridge of a Nova class star destroyer. There is however, one major difference in your command than any other." Pellaen paused to let what he had said sink in.

          "Every ship in your command will be equipped with a cloaking shield. You will be able to use your sensors, however, via these," he gestured to the new image being displayed, a sensory probe. "Each probe is equipped with the most advanced stealth system in existence. These probes will remain halfway inside, and halfway outside of the cloaking shield to provide sensor data. Your first mission is to report on the ship movements of the New Republic, Intelligence believes that there may be a war coming, and I want advance notice of it. If you find conclusive evidence of a coming offensive, I want you to strike, and let no one escape. Understood?"

          "Yes, sir."

          "Jedi Skywalker, I must speak with you," Luke looked back at the woman who had spoken to him. At first glance, the girl could have been mistaken for a human, if it weren't for the silver eyes that seemed flecked with violet specks.

          "Yes?" responded Luke. 

          "I am the Jedi Master Kaeldra, and I have an urgent matter I must speak with you in private," Luke sensed no deception from her.

          "Very well, please, follow me," Luke led her to his office.

          Neither spoke as they walked the halls of the Massassi temple, some of the students or teachers made a small bow to Luke as he passed. When they did arrive Luke closed the door behind her using telekinesis. She was quite adept at telekinesis herself. "You say you are a Jedi Master?" asked Luke.

          "I am," she replied, "I am a dragonian, a race that lives far longer than humans. I am actually 1025 years old, and I am the last Jedi of the old order."        

          Luke gazed at her a moment before asking, "What is this urgent matter you spoke of?"

          "The Sith have returned, on Couruscant myself and one of your new students battled him," said the Jedi.

          "The Sith?" asked Luke, "Yes, that would explain the disturbances we have been feeling. Do you have a ship?" he asked.

          "I do," she replied.

          "We must go to Couruscant and inform the council of this, tell them that the Jedi must handle this matter."

          The Jedi Master Kaeldra nodded her ascent.

          "Hi," said a cheery voice. Myra Sage looked up from her datapad, and remembered that the new students were arriving today. "Hi, my name's Myra, are you one of the new Jedi rooming with me?" she asked.

          The woman smiled and gave a small laugh. "My name's Jazira Orod, and I am rooming with you, but no, I'm not a Jedi. I'm one of the instructors, I teach first aid."

          Most of the curriculum was based on using the force, but there was other parts of it, like group leadership, first aid, piloting, close combat, things like that. "Hey, how's everyone going?" asked a casual voice. A girl with dark brown hair and blue eyes walked into the room. She was clad in a loose fitting jumpsuit, carrying a duffel bag. There was a round of introductions all around; the new girl was Faith Starfinder. 

          That night most people were settling into their quarters, Mysh had lured his roommates into a strategy game, one they were badly losing soon after it started. Karn' lya could be seen in the hanger maintaining her X-wing. Galen stalked the halls, and those that knew him would have almost called him nervous if it were any other person. A few students had gotten together for a game of sabacc, and it seemed appropriate to play Force Sabaac, since they were soon too be Jedi.

          "I call light," said Kevin Palor.

          Nikki Kenobi, a descendant of Obi-Wan's brother, looked over her cards. Anakin started to announce which arcane he would choose when Nikki said, "What was that?"

          Everyone was quiet, listening for what she heard, but the sound didn't repeat itself. "Is this normal?" whispered Mira, she was a princess, but her royal standing didn't count for much at the Jedi Academy.

          Anakin looked to where she motioned, and saw that the floor was covered in a dense black fog. "This is just something that happens at night on Yavin IV, right?"

          Anakin shook his head. Just then, the door opened, and revealed the figure of a man who was much taller than any other human any of them had met, if he was indeed human. He was covered in metal armor that contoured to the shape of his chest, and there were two long curved blades that extended from his forearms. Complementing the blades were the multiple spikes that extended from various points on his armor. His skin was a leathery gray, as gray as human skin could be without being dyed or tattooed. His eyes burned with hatred greater than any of them had ever encountered. "Not since Exar Kun," said the raspy voice that seemed to penetrate to the core of their beings and filled them with fear, "has there been one who bore the title, 'Knight of the Dark Side', now there is another. Come Jedi, you must play with me," a red glow appeared around his blades and he motioned to the trainees sitting before him.