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So next What Came to Pass is here. This is one of those chapters you wont get unless you have read my first fic… just a small warning. Ok then read on ~~~~

What Came to Pass: Part IV

The carver glared towards the two Jedi Masters on the platform desperately trying to deflect the blaster fire that was plummeting them from himself and his partner Ona.

He watched at the graying Master looked over to his partner and shouted to him. "Obi-Wan and Zae-Non are coming!"

The other, Mik, shook his head and sighed. 

A look of determination passed his features.  He was expecting something as though he knew what was going to happen.

He was expecting a fate no one ever had dreamed would happen.

Showdow watched as the two Padawan's ran out of the small café.  The boy, his blue lightsaber lit, and the girl a few steps behind him her blonde hair blowing out behind her in the cold winds.

The two made a mad dash for the ramp to the small landing pad and skidded to a halt at the bottom. 

Showdow ducked behind Ona and aimed his two blasters at the youths. 

Firing out a few shots he watched as Zae-Non did a graceful leap up into the air backwards to avoid getting hit.  Slipping on her fall the boy moved to deflect the other shots away from them. 

Zae-Non scrambled up and went behind the boy who was flashing his saber in a refined arc.

The two conversed and the carver saw the girl throw her arms up in vexation.   The boy nodded in agreement.

"Hey!" Ona hissed. "Don't worry about those dim-witted Padawan brats right now. We will get them after we take down their Masters."

"This isn't going to take two Jedi Masters down smart one." The carver retorted.

Out of the corner of his eye Showdow watched the two kids maneuver up the ramp onto the platform and stop on top.  They looked around trying to find a way to help.

Showdow turned his two blasters back to the Masters standing in the middle of the platform.  He aimed at Obi-Wan's Master.  He glared at the graying Jedi as he leapt around, graceful for his age, blocking the blaster fire.

The carver chanced a glanced backwards to see if their ship was coming, the small black figure glinted the sun as it raced towards the platform. 

Turning back to moment on hand the carver shot two rounds blindly as he shifted positions to get a better range for the Jedi. 

Time seemed to slow down as the two rounds headed for Qui-Gon, who did not have enough time to react to deflect the fire. 

Showdow watched in horror as Mik lunged forward and knocked his friend out of the way.  He deflected the first round, but was to late for the second. 

The Jedi's face cringed at the pain as the blaster bolt went into his chest, just above his heart.

Showdow's jaw dropped and an ear pricing scream coming from the girl drowned the clang of his blaster on the platform out.  She raced out next the fallen Master, but flung threw the air backwards and off the platform, from a Force push from Garmandi.

Unconsciously Showdow took a step forward towards the fallen Master.  A hand roughly grabbed him and shoved him back right before a deflected fire bolt almost hit him.

Ona glared at him. 

"Showdow!" Ona kicked him in the shin. "What the hell do you think your doing?! Snap back to reality!"

Picking up his dropped blaster the carver went back to firing at the Jedi, but purposely not hitting them.

He didn't care anymore. 

The girl flipped gracefully back up onto the platform a purple lightsaber in her hands that Qui-Gon had tossed to her.  Zae-Non's face was imprinted with worry, pain, and most of all anger.

These emotions glinted in her black eyes as the reflection from her saber gave the girl an almost menacing look. 

The three remaining Jedi deflected the fire easily and the roar of a ship behind Showdow was more than anything he could have prayed for at the moment.

Leaping onto the ship after the bounty hunter the carver stood in shock. 

He turned back to the platform to see the girl kneeling next to Mik's form cradling him. 

He was so still…

He was dead…

Frozen to the floor Showdow disregarded the cold air wiping in as the door to the ship closed behind him. He did not pay attention to Ona's clap of bliss at the thought that a Jedi was dead. 

Falling to his knees he looked blindly around the cargo area they were in. 

"What have I done?" he asked himself.

Shock settled deeper into him and he sank down onto his heals.

Ona came up in front of him and looked down at him. "What did you think you were doing back there?!" she snapped. "You almost got yourself killed like that stupid Jedi did." A smile then lit her pale face out of the blue. "Good job." She said. "You took one down. Garmandi is going to be pleased with you."

Showdow shook his head fighting back the lump rising in his throat. "I… I killed the wrong one…" he said weakly. 

He spoke as though he was talking to air. His eyes were wide and stared out glazed over to the floor.

"They are all Jedi." She snapped. "There is no wrong person."

Showdow leapt up whipping his dagger out.  Holding it against Ona's neck he glared at her with intimidating eyes.  "Leave… me… alone!" He said through gritted teeth. "You will never understand!"

She looked down at the dagger pressing against her skin, and at a failure for words, turned around and sprinted from the room.

Clipping his dagger back onto his belt the carver sank back to his knees a tear running down his cheek.  He wiped it away with his sleeve and looked down to the floor. He was almost stunned to see more tears splattered against the gray tiling, shattering like his soul had minutes ago. 

He was one that never cried. He was always the tuff, stubborn kid that said crying was a sign of flaw, and frailness.  The last time he had cried was when he had watched his family die in front of him… he vowed he would never to do so again.

He broke that vow to himself. 

 "I just killed four people." Showdow said vacantly. "Mik, myself…" his words caught in his throat. He stared out a small window back towards the platform that was already out of site. "Zae-Non…" 

Tears blurred the carver's vision as he looked down around his neck.  A gold chain hung loosely around his neck and on that chain was a golden arm bracelet.  Showdow put his hand over the bracelet and gripped it lightly. "And Sage." He whispered.

He looked at the arm bracelet.  The gold loops weaving in a matchless pattern was designed for her from her Master. At least that was what Mik had told him.  Sage had given in to him as a keep sake when he went to rescue Zae-Non.

The carver thought back to the day it had been given to him. "I will not break my promise.  The Master will not die.  I won't make her suffer like that again." He stopped and thought of the boy and his Master and the girl. "That is not to say I won't get my revenge on the others…"

He had so much in store for them, but how could he do it now?

He would be hurting the one's Mik loved. 

Mik was not there on Zantria fourteen years ago.  He had not betrayed him and let his family die. He could not live without being at peace for that… he had to get revenge.  He would not die till he had it, but he could not betray his friend like that. 

He would not…

The past was gone he couldn't change it. 

He had already done his misdeed. 

He already ruined his plan…

"Who is to say I can't rearrange that plan?" Showdow said thinking of his friend. "For Mik…" 

The only friend he ever had was gone… only person he trusted… only person who trusted him… the only person that understood him…stood up for him… saved him… took him for who he was… understood his hurt and pain… the only friend he had…

Was dead…

Mik was gone… never to return…

This would forever change the entire chain of the future…

Ooo, last line has a lot to do with the sequel to this book… yup u guessed rite! There is a sequel, but this isn't even half way done… so much can still change… ::thoughtful smile::… of course you'll have to wait and read that.

N e wayz, what ya think? Review please! Till Later~

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