Light years away on the planet of Coursant, home of the Republic and of the Jedi Temple, a lone male figure stands looking out through the massive temple windows. The man is old, humanoid in nature, but the elongated head and pale skin show that he is not truly human at all. A small slit of a mouth and narrow black eyes shape his face, and the long wisps of white hair from his upper lip and middle chin show his years. Dressed in the traditional Jedi robes, along with every other person in the temple, he turns to see another Jedi heading towards him. A short female, black hair and brown eyes, and a slightly tanned skin color to her young firm skin. She bows as she approaches the old Jedi and looks as if she is in a great rush to tell him something.

"Forgive the intrusion Master Bin Col Daus. There is a transmission coming in from Jin Wan So'bal. He says it is urgent he speak with you."

The Jedi elder nodded at her message and smiled.

"Not at all child. I shall take it in my meditation room."

She bowed to the wise old man again and watched him walk calmly to his chambers beside her. The doors closed and the old man cautiously sat down on one of the round padded seats in front of an oval table. The Silver chair with it's red soft interior cushioned the old man's back as he leaned back and activated the holo-imager that displayed So'bal's image on the table. The gritty, and pulsating image of the Jedi Master flickered various times, but was still easy to make out the man's detail.

"Master Daus...I have done as the council instructed and picked up the young Padwan. But there is a problem..."

"Oh?" The old man's voice cracked as he looked on with curiosity.

"There was a Sith attack on our ship and we are unable to reach Coursant using the hyperdrive system."

"Sith? Are you sure?" the wise man inquired.

"Very sure Master. Three of them."

The old Jedi tapped his fingers together and became lost in thought. He snapped to attention again once he saw Jin Wan looking at him for an answer.

"Very strange Jin Wan. Since the Sith have been slowly dying out...never have I heard of three of them ever striking at the same time."

"Indeed." Jin Wan nodded. "Not since the great Sith War have we ever encountered a group of them attacking. I know there have been one or two at some of our facilities elsewhere in the galaxy...but three? And all converging on one ship?"

"This is distressing news So'bal." The old man said sitting up. "Make haste to home by any means necessary. The council must be informed of this new development. If they manage to get their hands on our young Padwan...I fear for the future of the force."

Jin Wan bows to the wise old master and shares in his view of things.

"My Padwan will be a target for sure Master Daus, I've seen Yoda's skills first hand and I must say...the Force is very strong with him. They shall not have the chance to take him again...I promise you that. Jin Wan, out."

The holo-image fades and the old Jedi Master is left pondering the grave news. Even though no one is in the room with him, he speaks his thoughts out loud.

"There was only one survivor...but we never were truly sure of that fact. The war left so many unanswered questions, so many things left unchecked, if Darth Bane has found other survivors...this could threaten the Jedi once again."

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In a very dark room, a lone faint blue light shines down in the middle onto a table with surrounding chairs. Four chairs around one extended oval table; in each one sat a darkly cloaked individual, some with their faces exposed and others just hidden beneath to mask their appearance. As they all sit at the table, looking as if it was craved out of pure granite itself, another black-cloaked figure walks around the table with his twisted, black cane. It looks wooden but the high polished glare on it makes it look more like volcanic rock. The wrinkled pale red hand holds it tight as each step looks painful to the individual; a frail body lies under that cloak, the cloth drooping off his shoulders and arms as if it no longer fits the person anymore. As he walks around the table carefully, all of the members sitting there listen to his every word.

"The Jedi prevailed yet again. So much for your only apprentices Lord Kanos..."

"They did what needed to be done.", the pale looking alien being says to the man walking past his chair. "I trained them as best I could...but the Darkside of the force wasn't strong enough to protect them."

The fail old man stops and taps his fingers lightly on his cane.

"Excuses, excuses...now perhaps you can see why no Sith trains more then one at a time. You're stupid methods of teaching a group is reason enough to see why the Jedi finished your clan off so quickly."

The pale being looks over at him; his sunken in eyes and red glowing pupils show the evil nature within his face.

"Do not lecture me about failing...let's not forget Lord Bane that you too have had your Sith all slaughtered as quickly as mine where. All at this table have had the Jedi end their clans...as well as the Sith war that lowered our numbers."

The old man snickers, "Indeed. That is why there are only five of us left. The Jedi tried to wipe us all out...but my superior skills in the Darkside managed to shield you all from being discovered. Now here we all are...thousands of years later...trying to rebuild our order. And failing miserably."

"Yes...no thanks to our recruiting methods.", the sinister Darth Kanos hisses back at him.

Lord Bane turns around and walks up to the table, a chair suddenly pulls up from behind him as he uses the Darkside to make it come forward. Sitting down comfortably and resting his cane carefully onto the table, the dark lord leans back and stares at them all.

"We have been patient my friends. If there is one thing to be, it is to be exceedingly patient. The Jedi will not fall over night, nor can we search for new apprentices too quickly. But...there is one who could be turned and make us strong again."

The Sith sitting at the end, with long tube-like tentacles sticking out of his head and colored as blue as the deepest of oceans, leans in as he speaks to Bane.

"Yoda. But we've already seen that we cannot reach him...Kanos's Sith failed to capture him. We should not attempt to expose ourselves so quickly again..."

The old man sighs, "We must try to lure this young one to our cause...the force is very strong within him. Turning him to the Darkside would give us the much needed boost to accomplishing our goal of rebuilding our power."

"It's too late now..." The blue Sith says back. "There are no more of Kanos's Sith to even attempt this."

Darth Bane raises his head at him and his eyes almost glow with an unspeakable evil within them.

"Don't be so sure...there is still one more Sith on board."

The old man giggles away as the other's look at one another in confusion.

On the ship carrying Yoda and Jin Wan, a group of remaining guards are looking through the Sith vessel, as they look under consoles and hidden areas of the small transport they all shrug at the sight of finding nothing. They all step off of the front platform that leads back into the landing bay and head off down the corridor. Just as they all vanish down the way, inside the Sith vessel, a part of the black metal floor begins to slowly pop up and a pair of black gloved hands push it aside as the figure pops out of the hidden compartment. The black robed individual rises out of the hole and walks down the ramp. Looking from side to side, he can see that no one is around, the debris still laying as it is and now the dead bodies now gone from their resting places. The cloaked figure raises his head and shows his human eyes, a pale white color with only small dark pupils that give him the forbidding gaze of evil. A simple smirk on his lightly Caucasian face gives him an air of satisfaction, with no one around to stop him, or realize of his presence, he now walks calmly down through the landing bay and out into the ships corridors.