"Who are you?" Darius asked, stepping forward to the red blade.

The breathing of the enemy was as if a wild lion was attacking so deep was his breath and his face barely feasible as the red glow slightly illuminated his masked face.

"I… come… for you." His voice was ragged along with the rasping of his breath.

Darius looked confused his hand fell onto his saber. The Jedi grasped it, unlocking it from his saber bring it up in his hand. "Come for me… why?" Now he was even more confused.

"To… bring you… Revan."

His saber fell from his hand at this. Darius's eyes popped open wide and his voice was barely a firm one. His Adams Apple felt stuck in his throat and beads of sweat formed on his paling face. "I am-am, n-n-n-n-ot Revan."

"But you shall… meet him." The Assassin responded swinging his saber at the Exile.

Darius ducked as the bloody red saber came slicing at him. He rolled behind his new-found enemy, grabbing his saber. Landing on his feet, the Jedi ignited the silver blade, now two colors illuminated the pitch black ship.

Darius circled his opponent, holding his hands in a firm stance. He looked over to Atton and the Handmaiden who were both dumbfounded about it. "Both of you," He yelled meeting another side slash from the Assassin. "Get out of here!"

The Jedi upper slashed, occupying the blade, made a ginger hook to the ribs of the enemy. He looked over his shoulder, they were still standing there only Atton had his Mandolorian Ripper drawn and the Handmaiden her usual Echani stance. "I said go! This one is too powerful!"

"We won't leave you!" Brianna yelled, her hand over her heart.

He didn't even respond to that. Darius was blown backwards into a wall by a powerful wave of Force energy, the Assassin's saber searing through his boot to his foot.

By the time he hit the wall, he was plunged into darkness…

(Atton's POV)

I had to do something! Darius was our friend, well maybe sometimes the greatest schutta in the galaxy but heck, a friend still. "Prepare yourself Master Schutta!" I yelled, holding down the trigger of the Mandolorian gun shooting a swirling ball of energy into the Sith's chest.

I looked sideways at the Handmaiden, what the hell is she still standing there for? I thought she'd be at our Jedi's side within a moment. But no, the moron is sitting there ready to tear this guy's head off. "If your gonna fight, do something!" I yelled at her.

"I am preparing myself Atton. We must control ourselves." What an eye-roller that one. I mean, who cares about a boring lecture when we have Sleeps With Vibroblades in our face? I don't.

"Cut the lecture and lets get to work!"

"You… will die." Yea, yea assassin, big talk. Keep talking while I rip your head off.

Could barely make out his face or where he was, his black robe blended in with the pitch black ship. The only thing that can make nasal's face apparent is his flaming saber which I am bit preoccupied with at the moment. How do I get myself into this stuff?

(Darius's Author POV)

His head was swimming as he laid on the cold, steel floor of the ship. Darius forced his eyes open, his ribs feeling cracked as he tried to stand up. He couldn't. The Jedi rolled over (Painfully if I may add) onto his back, his body shaking with pain. He reached out with a quivering hand towards his saber which disignited for modified safety purposes first thing it left his designated grip.

"Uh." He moaned, not even heard by his companions. His ears were ringing from the continuous blaster fire and his leg was in pain as it was burnt.

"I'll save them." He thought pain stricken

He reached out grabbed the wall, legs almost giving out as he stood up. Darius flopped against the wall, closing his eyes as sweat dripped down his face. The Jedi gathered the Force into his hand, focusing it as a swirling blue energy…

Suddenly it felt like something burning was trailing up his veins. A bright flow, ever growing with every moment passing gathered into his gloved palm. The Jedi supported his hand, releasing a powerful wave of Force lightening at the Sith's head.

"Agh!" Suddenly, the cold of the ragged breathing stopped but that wasn't enough before Darius fainted and the assassin's cold, dead body fell to the deck. Good think Atton and the Handmaiden were on board to support him…

"Come to me Jedi." Someone sneered. Darius rose at command of the voice. He looked around at the stormy, rocky terrain which he knew as –

"Malachor." The word quivered on his lips, and his soul was as is dead in this dank world. "Who calls me?" He yelled, now on his feet and looking around confusedly.

And then there was silence, only broken by a force of lightening and the crack of thunder. The voice's words still echoed all over… Malachor.

"Surely you would remember the call of your Commander." And now he knew.

It felt as if a ton of bricks had fallen into his stomach. If he wasn't caught up in his head, he would have passed out long ago. Darius blinked as sweat purred profusely from his face.

"Revan…" And that word was ushered out in such and icy, hissing noise that only the snake would understand… "Betrayal…"