"We've reached the third target site," Mandalore said. He placed the small bomb in a pile of wreckage.
There was a sudden buzz on his comlink. "Mandalore, sir," the Mandalorian began. "One of the bombs exploded."
Mandalore didn't want the details—he snapped the comlink off. "Damn," he said. "We've gotta get another bomb."
"There is a room for torpedoes," Visas said. "We can get one there." "Good thing she's here," Mandalore said to Seth. But Seth was staring at the floor, lost in thought.
Visas took the lead and started towards the room. She ran the entire way there, as if to clear up this before they went to the bridge.
When the reached the room, there was a torpedo on a small cart. Small parts and wreckage littered the floor, and broken computer terminals were on the walls. Mandalore stepped up to the torpedo and carefully opened it. He removed the warhead and cradled it in his metallic, rusty arms.
"We're walking slower," he said as he stared at the device in his arms. The group followed Mandalore to the last target site.
Seth and Visas stood idly in the hallway as Mandalore pieced together a makeshift bomb using wires and a signaling device. Good thing he carries spare parts, Seth thought. It was almost too convenient, like he knew the incompetence of his own men. After Mandalore stood up, Visas wordlessly began to lead.
She stopped suddenly at a door. "Where are we?" Seth asked. "My old cell," Visas said. "May I find my peace?" Seth nodded and she walked inside, only the sound of her feet making noise.
Visas left the door open, and both men could see she was meditating, trying to calm herself. As they boarded and walked about, Seth felt her unrest, her anger. He watched her meditate, and could feel the pain easing away from the place he was standing. It was if standing in the presence of her shedding her pain made him shed a bit of his.
She turned after a few long moments and said, "I am ready." Then she took the lead again and began the route to the bridge, passing doors and holes of the Mandalorian Wars on the ship. Visas walked slow, and eventually stopped walking at a door in the center of the ship.
"He is inside," she said. "You can always go…" Seth shook his head. "No, I must face him."
He opened the door and saw the bridge fully: computer terminals were in an area that could be described as a dugout on either sides of a walkway. There was a gigantic hole in the very front of the bridge, and that was where Visas's master stood. He had a mask of white and red, and his head shaped like a square. His body was covered in a black cloak that seemed to be custom made, or that it was all he was.
Seth took defiant steps forward, staring at the Sith Lord way away from where the door was. He waited for Visas and Mandalore to flank his left and right before continuing. The computer terminals had what looked like Sith assassins on them, but none of them even flinched or looked at Seth when he passed them by.
The Sith Lord set out his hand and Seth's mind began to spin, his senses numbed. "I've come…to stop you," he said. "You…filthy bastard." Seth was unable to draw his lightsaber. His hands were totally disabled and his head felt like it was being put in sleep mood as if he were a droid.
The Sith Lord said something inaudible, slurred. Seth guessed his words meant nothing, and he could not speak proper Galactic Basic. Visas said something that he could not understand, then Mandalore. What's going on? Seth's mind was going absolutely numb.
He saw shapes—the back outline of the Sith Lord and the wreckage of the ship behind him and a large, orange circle that was Telos. Visas said something again, and he saw her reddish outline come into view. Her lightsaber struck her master's, and she was pushed back a few feet, knocked right into Seth. The two toppled over and she fell right next to him.
Things then became a bit sharper for Seth and he could move his hands slowly. Fight it, something told him. And he did that. Every move was a struggle, like weights had been suddenly strapped to his hands and he could not move them. His head swayed a last time before he regained control of it, and then his hands became his again, which instantly grabbed and engaged his lightsaber.
"This ends here," he told Visas's old master. The Sith Lord was tall in his dark cloak wrapped expertly round him. The mask was embedded in the cloth, and his rectangular shaped head was pointed at Seth. He thrust his lightsaber at Seth and set up his hand. Seth felt Force Lightning through his body and he was disabled for a brief moment before realizing the technique: the Sith Lord would use Force Lightning to disable him and then strike.
The second time the Sith Lord put up his hand, Seth was ready. He resisted barely and struck while his hand was in the air. Seth struck at his hand and sliced it clean from the Sith. A squeal of inaudible words came from him and he doubled his efforts on Seth. He set up his hand again and drained energy from Seth, who was immediately weakened. He went back a few steps before more of the feat came upon him. The orangish light emanated from the Sith's hand lashed out at Seth who, weakened by the sudden burst, dropped his lightsaber which sent the blade back into the hilt immediately, and fell to the ground. But the Sith did not stop. Seth crumbled up his body, hoping for a shield.
He set out his hand to throw Force Lightning, but he was too weak. Then, he suddenly turned away and he heard the orangish light being carried out on Visas, who let out a sharp cry as she went to the floor just as he did.
Seth stood, and set out his hand and pushed the Sith back. He now could do Force Lightning, which he did mercilessly on the Sith. "Do you damn Sith ever learn?" he bellowed at the weakened Sith Lord. He had been weakened a bit, and Seth summoned his lightsaber, which obediently came right to his hand.
The hilt came out and made the famous whirring noise as Seth swung it at the Sith. He kicked where he guessed the knees were, and the crumbled tyrant buckled. Seth thrust his lightsaber at him, but it was suddenly thrown back and the Sith stood. Seth ran after his lightsaber in fear of his power when Visas ran by him. Mandalore, in the mess, was far away with his Clan Ordo blaster.
"He is too strong," she said. "I will run on his left and you may strike from the right." Seth stared. "But you'll die," he said. She looked sober. "I know that," she said softly. Then she looked up at him, and Seth could feel her featureless eyes staring at him as if she could see. "When I say my life for yours I mean it."
Seth picked up his lightsaber. "I won't allow you to kill yourself for me." "No," she said. "I want to die for you." Seth looked at her. "Visas, redemption isn't on a life-for-a-life basis. It's what you do that atones for your past." She seemed to ponder these words while Seth said, "Now help me, otherwise we'll all die."
Seth got a head start and began to charge head on towards the Sith Lord. He threw his lightsaber with so much emotion, so much force. It bounced off of the Sith and returned to Seth's hand, who sprinted forward and plunged the lightsaber at the Sith. The Sith parried this, and Visas, as almost as if she knew what Seth was going to do, struck from behind and sliced him with her lightsaber.
The Sith let out another holler, the same as when he lost his hand, but more high pitched and deafening to the ears. Seth wanted to cover his, but resisted the desire to as he gave a kick at where the knees were. Both his lightsabers out, he struck again and again at the Sith's arms, hearing the screams again and again. Visas began to strike his legs, and Mandalore kept charging his blaster and aiming for his chest.
The Sith Lord set up his hand and cast a Force Lightning at Visas that was so power it knocked off her feet and she skidded backwards a few meters. She made no movements. "Visas!" Seth cried. She made no movements, and he attacked harder.
Eventually he fell upon his hands and knees and Seth lowered Master Vash's lightsaber to his neck. Wordlessly, he threw his lightsaber through the Sith and through his body a few more times to insure he was dead.
Seth walked on Citadel to see the bodies of the Sith Assassins being hauled away on numerous stretchers towards the airlocks to be thrown onto a transport to go to the planet's surface to be burned. Visas had been carried by Mandalore and Seth on a makeshift stretcher made out of part of the ship's wall torn off from the bridge.
Lieutenant Grenn suddenly approached Seth with two TSF officers behind him armed with blaster rifles. "Sir, Admiral Onasi requests your audience." He spoke professionally. Admiral Onasi? "Did he say about what?" Seth asked. What would he want with me? "…concerning a…"—he paused to recollect the moment where he'd been given orders—"…'mutual acquaintance' I believe is how he put it." Seth sighed. "Very well, lead on." He turned to Mandalore. "Go back to the Hawk and just…wait for me there."
Seth followed Grenn to the Ithorian Compound. Admiral Onasi was staring out the window, obviously looking at what would've been dust in space. "I owe you Telos," he said. "Thank you."
"Is that all, admiral?" Seth asked, eager to leave. Something about this place gave him a melancholy feeling. "Well, no," Onasi said. "I read you were sentenced by the Jedi and that you were exiled. You traveled on the Outer Rim during your exile, and, I ask you, did you find any trace of Revan?" Revan?
"No," Seth said simply. The admiral's face fell. "How do you know Revan?" asked Seth.
"Revan and I met on the Endar Spire," he began and he told him the story. He and Revan had met up with Jedi Bastila Shan, Juhani, and Jolee Bindo, Mandalorian Canderous Ordo, Twi'lek Mission Vao, Wookiee Zaalbar, two droids, and himself and chased Star Maps across the galaxy that lead to the Star Forge, Malak's secret weapon. Revan defeated the Sith from there, and had returned to Telos, but he had left just four years ago.
"You arrived on Revan's ship, did you not?" the admiral asked. Seth stared. "Revan's ship?" The admiral nodded. "Yes, wherever your ship's been, Revan's been there too." He suddenly turned when a woman of about twenty approached him. She was wearing Jedi robes and her brown hair was tied back in a curious style. Her spoke, her voice accented: "Hello. I am Bastila Shan." The admiral properly introduced Seth and Bastila before standing aside.
"So you were exiled?" Bastila asked. She seemed fascinated, but Seth knew she wasn't. He was just the bearer of bad news. She kept staring out the window. Seth knew what was going through her mind. "You love him, didn't you?" he asked quietly, "and now that he's gone away you don't know anything—when he's coming back or where he even is right now." Bastila's only reply was a look. She looked at him right away as he continued: "You think that he's gone, don't you? But you know he's not dead. You can feel it." She seemed somewhat enlightened. "That is correct," she said, turning to him. "I have to go," he said. "Nice to meet you." They shook hands, exchanged forced smiles, and Seth departed.
His slow paced walk back to the Ebon Hawk seemed to go by quickly, despite he didn't want it to. He was worried about Visas, but knew that she would survive. Seth walked aboard the Ebon Hawk and immediately went to the cockpit.
Atton was sitting idly in the pilot's chair, throwing Pazaak cards round on the controls. Seth wordlessly punched in the coordinates of the next destination: Malachor V. "Just put her in hyperspace and come get me when we arrive," he instructed. Atton didn't reply, he was too weary to argue. He just fired up the engines and took off from the small landing pad in Citadel Station.