CHAPTER 1: BATTLE OF YAVIN II
The hooded figure paced up and down on the screen. A mandalorian watched him, praising that it was only a hologram. He spoke, but his voice was unclear, and judging from the look on the mandalorians face, so was his meaning.
He had said, "Heranog, sapellre." He explained the meaning. Apprentice, master. The ancient law of the Sith was that there could only be two, an apprentice and a master. It had been this way for hundreds of years and would always be the same. The figure was the master, but there was no apprentice.
"Where is your apprentice?" asked the mandalorian, looking puzzled. He could hear a humming sound, but he guessed it must be on the other side of the galaxy, where the master was.
"Behind you," said a sweet voice. A woman had appeared, stepping over the melted metal of the door. She was pretty, inhumanly so. She had brown hair, which was hanging down to her neck. In her hand she carried a red lightsaber.
"You broke the deal," said the woman, "so we break you." She swung her lightsaber, cutting the mandalorians head off. "Serves you right, hiring rodian mercenaries," she added, smugly.
"Well done. Now complete your task." said the figure, and the hologram disappeared.
Minutes later the Jedi received a transmission saying tat a mandalorian battle cruiser had self-destructed. The Sith master smiled menacingly. It was nearly complete.
High above Yavin II ,on board the Jedi cruiser a young Jedi, descendant of Darth Revan, slept on, unaware of the danger all around him.
"We're under attack!" roared Vrook. He had entered the room quietly, and carried a blaster in his hand. He woke the sleeping Jedi, Fangon, with a start.
"Get your stuff!" said Vrook as he upholstered his blaster. He had no lightsaber as they were extremely rare. Only the masters had them. The jedi had once been a small group of people with command over the force. Now they were the equivalent of the Republic of 4000 years ago.
They sprinted towards the door of the cabin. They were dressed in battle armour, powerful enough to withstand most types of standard blaster bolts. This armour, powerful as it was, was nothing compared to the armour of the mandalorians, which could withstand all but the most powerful attacks. The only weakness was disrupter blasters.
They reached the bridge. The window in front of them showed a huge cruiser and many ships flying towards them.
"They're trying to board!" shouted Fangon, as he looked for the other Jedi. Suddenly a bright light shone in front of them, and a hologram of a hooded figure appeared. It spoke softly, to quiet to be heard over the noise of the blasters. Suddenly Vrook went stiff, and fell to the floor, dead. Fangon moved, involuntarily, towards the consoles. Suddenly he reached out and pressed a small button. Shields up.
He reacted quickly, the shields terminating the transmission. He was safe, so he went over to Vrook. He was warm, but there was no pulse.
Fangon watched the viewing window with awe as a blue light beamed down from the mandalorian cruiser, penetrating the shield. Fangon gasped as he began to age. Soon he was a skeleton, sprawled on the floor.
"Is it complete?" asked the Sith Master.
"It is complete," replied the apprentice.
The hooded figure paced up and down on the screen. A mandalorian watched him, praising that it was only a hologram. He spoke, but his voice was unclear, and judging from the look on the mandalorians face, so was his meaning.
He had said, "Heranog, sapellre." He explained the meaning. Apprentice, master. The ancient law of the Sith was that there could only be two, an apprentice and a master. It had been this way for hundreds of years and would always be the same. The figure was the master, but there was no apprentice.
"Where is your apprentice?" asked the mandalorian, looking puzzled. He could hear a humming sound, but he guessed it must be on the other side of the galaxy, where the master was.
"Behind you," said a sweet voice. A woman had appeared, stepping over the melted metal of the door. She was pretty, inhumanly so. She had brown hair, which was hanging down to her neck. In her hand she carried a red lightsaber.
"You broke the deal," said the woman, "so we break you." She swung her lightsaber, cutting the mandalorians head off. "Serves you right, hiring rodian mercenaries," she added, smugly.
"Well done. Now complete your task." said the figure, and the hologram disappeared.
Minutes later the Jedi received a transmission saying tat a mandalorian battle cruiser had self-destructed. The Sith master smiled menacingly. It was nearly complete.
High above Yavin II ,on board the Jedi cruiser a young Jedi, descendant of Darth Revan, slept on, unaware of the danger all around him.
"We're under attack!" roared Vrook. He had entered the room quietly, and carried a blaster in his hand. He woke the sleeping Jedi, Fangon, with a start.
"Get your stuff!" said Vrook as he upholstered his blaster. He had no lightsaber as they were extremely rare. Only the masters had them. The jedi had once been a small group of people with command over the force. Now they were the equivalent of the Republic of 4000 years ago.
They sprinted towards the door of the cabin. They were dressed in battle armour, powerful enough to withstand most types of standard blaster bolts. This armour, powerful as it was, was nothing compared to the armour of the mandalorians, which could withstand all but the most powerful attacks. The only weakness was disrupter blasters.
They reached the bridge. The window in front of them showed a huge cruiser and many ships flying towards them.
"They're trying to board!" shouted Fangon, as he looked for the other Jedi. Suddenly a bright light shone in front of them, and a hologram of a hooded figure appeared. It spoke softly, to quiet to be heard over the noise of the blasters. Suddenly Vrook went stiff, and fell to the floor, dead. Fangon moved, involuntarily, towards the consoles. Suddenly he reached out and pressed a small button. Shields up.
He reacted quickly, the shields terminating the transmission. He was safe, so he went over to Vrook. He was warm, but there was no pulse.
Fangon watched the viewing window with awe as a blue light beamed down from the mandalorian cruiser, penetrating the shield. Fangon gasped as he began to age. Soon he was a skeleton, sprawled on the floor.
"Is it complete?" asked the Sith Master.
"It is complete," replied the apprentice.