This chapter should be better. I finally got around to adding some action in it! Enjoy and review.

Chapter 4: Growing Anger

"Hey Fantha!" Jacob said. Fantha was sleeping again.

"Yeah, what's up Jacob?" Fantha rubbed his large rat eyes.

"About yesterday, I'll tell you what Vigor said," Jacob said.

"I thought it was nothing important," Fantha replied.

"Well, yeah, but he asked me something I needed to think about, I just didn't want to be bothered. It actually was pretty important. Anyway, he wanted to teach me how to use that magic called the force," Jacob said.

"I thought you figured it out already," Fantha replied.

"But there's more you can do with it besides move things. He saw me use it the other night through the walls. It's very powerful."

Jacob explained the entire confrontation to Fantha. Jacob still didn't make up his mind about the proposal, so he asked Fantha what he thought he should do.

"So he wants you to take over the galaxy for him?" Fantha was stunned. "Is that even possible?"

"He said the force can do such things," Jacob replied.

"I don't know. I don't think you should accept. I think what we need to do is get off this rock. We gotta tell the republic about this place. I think they're talking shit, about takin' over the galaxy. These guys are crazy, they don't have magical powers."

"Well that wouldn't explain how they captured us."

"Well yeah, but I don't think this 'force' can't do much more than lift things and stuff like that."

"Maybe. But I'm not sure. Even if I did accept his offer, it would probably lead to chaos, and the end of the republic." Jacob sighed. "I won't do it. But this force would be a nice weapon."

A few hours later, Blaizen came back into the room. He looked at Jacob.

"Do I get to come out of here now?" Fantha asked hopefull.

"My master only calls for Jacob," Blaizen said coldly. He unlocked the door and Jacob walked out.

Walking through the hallway again, Jacob looked at Blaizen. His skin was tanned and he had a scar under his eye. Jacob again had the impression of the sith's hostility.

Instead of going straight to Vigor's room, Blaizen turned into another hallway.

"We're having a tour of the temple before we speak with Master Vigor. He wants me to show you some... demonstrations of our teachings." He grinned and walked on.

At last, they exited the dark, stone hallway to enter a room. The room had cages on each side with people inside. A young native sith was inside the room, taking a key out of his pocket.

"This is the dueling room. Here we can test our skills with the force and our swordsmanship on these slaves. They are people who betrayed Vigor." Blaizen approached the young sith. The sith bowed.

"Good morning, Master Blaizen," he said casually. Blaizen just stood and watched him approach a cage.

The sith opened the cage door and stepped back. While Jacob expected to see the prisoner run for it, he just cringed in the back of the cage and covered himself. The sith held his hand out towards him.

Jacob heard something. It came from nowhere. He knew that this must be the force. He was sensing it.

Suddenly thunder was heard and lightning shot out of the sith's fingertips. The prisoner shook and screamed as he was shocked. The sith smiled, enjoying the screams.

Blaizen too smiled and looked at Jacob. Jacob stared at the prisoner. His face was expressionless. Jacob didn't know what he felt. The screams bothered and disturbed him, but it also brought another feeling. It was coming from deep inside his mind, faint, but there. It was satisfaction.

The sith stopped the lightning. The prisoner looked up to see his face. The sith's hand was still outstretched, bringing fear immediately back into him. The sith then lifted him with the force and choked him, just like Vigor had done to Jacob.

Minutes later the sith stopped. He left, leaving Blaizen and Jacob alone in the room.

"What did you think of that?" Blaizen asked Jacob. Jacob thought for a minute.

"Can the force do anything good? Like, help people, or heal someone? Or can it only bring pain?" Jacob didn't look at him.

"Well," Blaizen started, "it may be possible. But such things are not known, and are not known for a reason. It may not be meant to known. I will demonstrate to you, now, the other important skill for a sith." He walked over to a rack of swords on the side of the room. He pulled two out and threw one to Jacob. "Try to hit me." He grinned.

Jacob lunged forward to stab with his sword. Blaizen blocked by hitting it to the side and at the same time leaped high into the air. He pushed off the ceiling with his feet and shot down above Jacob, and he slashed at him. Jacob blocked, but the hit was hard and knocked him down. Blaizen landed and turned to Jacob.

"You need more strength then that. The force can give this to you. Call upon it." He lunged.

Jacob rolled to the side and got up. Blaizen was already running at him. Jacob parried his hits, but again fell. Blaizen frowned.

"Hmm. I thought you were stronger in the force than this. But I guess you're nothing but a coward." He turned to put his sword away.

Jacob felt anger enter his heart and he ran at Blaizen. Blaizen turned in time to parry. Jacob slashed and jabbed, and Blaizen blocked.

"Come on, you're nothing! Do you actually think you can beat me?" Blaizen shouted, trying to show his power.

Jacob couldn't control his anger. He sliced at Blaizen. Jacob suddenly heard the noise again. He didn't stop fighting. He sensed the force entering him. It sounded harsh. He instantly had more strength.

Jacob attacked, and this time Blaizen was moving backward. He kept hitting him. Jacob raised his sword and brought it down hard. Blaizen's sword flew across the room. Jacob kicked Blaizen and raised his sword to stab.

Blaizen laughed. Jacob was confused. He was inches away from death, but he was laughing hysterically. Jacob ignored it and stabbed down. Blaizen quickly used the force to grab his sword and blocked it just in time.

"Good! Good!" He got up. "You have much anger. Anger can be used as a powerful weapon. I take back what I said. The force is strong in you. Come." Blaizen took Jacob's sword and put both back on the rack. He led him out of the room back to the main hallway.

Blaizen took Jacob everywhere in the temple. He showed him every room. Jacob saw the barracks, the dormitories, the meditating chambers, and eveything else.

When they entered Vigor's room, Vigor smiled and looked at Jacob. He clapped.

"Good job! I saw what happened in that room. The force is indeed strong in you. And it can be stronger if you want to learn."

Jacob knew what was coming. He knew he would have to tell Vigor if he wanted to learn to use the force. But he honestly didn't know anymore. In the cell, he decided not to. He knew these sith must be evil, and that doom would come to the galaxy if he helped them spread. But on the other hand, the force can cure a hunger he had for most of his life. He wanted war, and adventure. This could bring it to him. And he used the force. Whenever he used it, he felt powerful. He wasn't sure what to say.

"So," Vigor continued, "I hope you made up your mind. Will you allow me to teach you to use the force?"

"I-I-uh," Jacob stuttered. He had to make his mind up now. He thought of Fantha. He knew Fantha wanted him to say no. "Well, umm. I'm sorry, but I have duties. I'm a republic soldier. I can't do it, I need to go back home, and serve the republic again." He looked away from Vigor. Vigor stared with his glowing eyes.

"I'm sorry to. You could've had great power." He looked at the pillars on the sides of the room. "You could've owned the galaxy. Ruled it. But you're throwing it all away, to serve you're weak republic."

The room shook. Vigor showed his teeth in anger. His teeth were yellowish.

The pillars cracked. It sounded like an earthquake. A few pillars broke off. The ceiling started cracking, and pieces were falling. The rest of the pillars broke and fell down. The ceiling started collapsing.

Jacob looked around in terror. The ceiling was falling. Just as it was about to hit the ground, it stopped. The ceiling floated above their heads. It was in pieces. The pieces were swirling overhead. Then they rose, along with the pillars. The pieces of the ceiling fitted back together and the pillars stood up. In a few seconds, the whole room was put back together.

"Blaizen," Vigor shouted, "Bring him back to the cell. I want him and his friend executed tomorrow afternoon."

"What!" Jacob shouted. Blaizen bowed.

"Yes, Master." Blaizen escorted Jacob back to his room.