He rustled in blissful sleep. Turning over in a vain attempt to find comfort, even if he was asleep. Turning once again he extended his arm over to where she should be, but only grasping fabric. Shooting his eyes open he sat up. He breathed out a sigh of relief as he saw her figure at the window, staring out into the void of space.

"What are you doing up so early?" he asked wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Jaina is dead," she said, her voice cold.

"Oh, I am so sorry, how did it happen?" he said getting up and approaching behind her.

"Reven killed her," she was barely able to hold back the tears.

The man put his arms around her as he came up behind her.

"Reven? The Reven?" he asked, as she turned around and embraced him as well.

"Yes, Jaina's best friend killed her, Paul," she started to let the tears run down her cheeks.

"I am sorry, Jade," Paul comforted, "Well, what now? Will there be a funeral?"

"He already buried her, no one else knows about it."

"Then how do you know it?"

"The Force," she replied, letting go of the embrace.

"Oh, that," he replied.

"You do not trust me?" she asked.

"I do not trust that religion you follow so closely, yet you abandoned becoming a Jedi years ago," he responded.

"I may have abandoned becoming a Jedi, but not because I did not believe in the Force!" she yelled, forgetting her sorrow.

"Then why did you?" he asked, sounding a little mad himself.

"I did not believe in the way the council forced me to use it!"

"Sure, whatever," she could tell he didn't believe her, "I'm going back to bed."

"So you are not going with me then?"

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Where else? To get Reven for this atrocity," she replied, malice was detected in her voice.

"How will you find him?" Paul asked, sitting up in his bed.

"He has descended to the Dark Side of the Force, I will be able to find him."

"Then I will accompany you, my love," he kissed her hand as he said so, "Can you just do me one favor first?"

"Whatever you want," she replied, love replacing the malice that was found in her voice.

"Can we stop by at their training facility?" a hateful look came across Jade's face as he spoke, "I just want to pay my respects!"

"I am sure you do!" she flung his hand off of hers, "We will, and you will see, I am not going to be proven wrong!"

She stormed out of their bedroom, angry with Paul.

"I am taking off in twenty minutes, whether you are there or not!" she yelled before the door shut.

The lightsaber hummed to life. With the red blade extended he got up and attacked an unseen foe. He deactivated his weapon as he approached a large window in his room. He did not want to reconstruct his two lightsabers, the ones he had meant something very important to him, one coming from his lost love. The love that he was ordered to take. He will always hate Tyranus for that, and one day he will get his revenge.

He sighed as he looked out onto the decrepit warehouse district on Coruscant. He could feel the Jedi in the council all the way across the planet, and it sickened him to be so close yet unable to do anything. He clipped his final lightsaber on his belt, partially concealed by his long, black cape.

Reven felt the figure approach, yet did nothing, for nothing needed to be done to this intruder.

"What do you want, Tyranus?" Reven asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

"I wanted to look on you with my own eyes," a voice not belonging to Dooku responded.

Reven turned around to face a cloaked figure, strong with the Dark Side. He tried to look into the man's eyes, but his cloak prevented anyone from seeing his full face.

"Darth Sidious?" Reven asked.

"The same," he replied.

"Then you can answer my question. Why don't we strike the Jedi, now? They don't know we are here, we can sneak in and infiltrate their council and kill all twelve Jedi on the Jedi Council!"

"In due time, my young apprentice, in due time," he turned and left Reven alone, once again.

I will always be alone. He clasped a pendant, a pendant that had been given to him by Jaina, his one and only love.

I gave the separatists this location!

The words hit harder than anything he had felt before.

Give up, Palius, it is no good, surrender.

It hurt even more than the previous words, if that was even possible.

The Senate is corrupt, no, the Republic is corrupt, as well as the Jedi order.

He was sickened by these words, he wanted to break his concentration, break the meditation and pretend like this never happened, but he couldn't.

Jedi Master T. "Ace" Karrde could finally break off his meditation, the vision being over. What he just witnessed was the hardest thing for him to see. The entire Jedi Temple on Dantooine was destroyed, every Jedi there was murdered by the Separatist Army. All save one was killed, that one person had betrayed the Jedi order and turned to the Dark Side. That one man was Reven Karrde, his brother.

"Something wrong, Ace?" Mace Windu approached him from behind.

"Yes."

"Some evil presence?" he interrogated further.

"The two worst kinds of evil," Ace replied, his face grim.

"Sith," Mace replied, almost sensing it.

"And betrayal," Ace added.

"So, you have heard the news about Dantooine?"

"I wasn't told, I found out through the Force."

Mace patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

"What are we going to do about it?" Ace asked.

"We'll take care of it, you won't have to face him in combat."

"No!" Ace yelled, standing up. "I will take care of him! He can be turned, I swear!"

"And if he won't be turned?" Mace's voice was cool as usual.

"Then I will kill him," Ace said, his face conveyed the malice that was in his tone as well.

"I sense your hatred, and you will fall to the Dark Side as well, if you do not control it," Mace stood and faced his former padawan.

"I know, Master Windu," he replied, hiding his malice.

"Good, I will get your ship, the Trump Karrde, ready." Mace said, patting him on the shoulder again.

Ace watched Mace leave the room.

"Why, brother, why must you do this?" he muttered to himself, "I will turn you, even if it is the last thing I ever do. And if you can not be turned, then you will be destroyed."

Paul slung his duffel bag over his shoulder as he beheld the marvel that was his ship. The Blade Runner had been his trusty ship for years, and it looked like it would help him one more time, possibly one last time. He saw Jade at the ramp, waving for him to come along quickly.

Paul smiled and chuckled to himself, "Reven will still be around in five minutes, honey!" he yelled.

"Very funny!" she replied sarcastically, "Hurry up, I will launch this thing in five minutes!"

Paul, knowing that she would do it, ran and hopped onto his ship as the ramp was closing on him. The engines rumbled to life and he had to hurry to a seat and strapped in. he felt the ship launch out of the dock into the black void of space.

Once it calmed down he checked the armory on his ship. He sighed and shook his head.

"Jade, we need to make a quick stop first," Paul said into a commlink.

"Where at?" she replied.

"Just a little warehouse on a desert planet," he replied, making his way to the cockpit.

"What for?" she asked, a little suspicious.

"Just to stock up on some things, I didn't have time to properly prepare," he glared at her.

"Right," she said, allowing him to input the coordinates.

I will get you Reven, I swear it.