Gevaden: This is the second chapter, if you like it please leave a review, even if it's a short one. Reviews are what give me that extra nudge to write one fic over another and as I'm writing a few at the moment I'd have to know if people like this one or should I stop writing as to devout my time to writing a different fic.

Sarell ducked down through a small archway into the dimly lit room.

"Where else to find out all you need to know about military history than a bar? You'll find most of their army in here anyway. Stay close, I have some business to attend to and then I'll come and get you." Abet nodded to Sarell and moved to sit at the bar. A young barman came over, a dirty glass and an even filthier washcloth in hand.

"So, what'll it be?" He asked, his voice gruff and deep. Abet only had a few credits on her so she merely ordered water and watched Sarell approach an armoured man lounging in the corner. "So, you're with the Jedi woman, huh? You a Jedi?" He asked, leaning against the bar and rubbing the cloth against glass, more moving dirt around it than cleaning. This was the kind of place Khameir usual went into to get information but left her waiting out in the speeder, it was a nice change to be allowed in on the action…even if she was sitting on the other side of the bar, supposedly learning about military history. He wouldn't read it anyway, she'd just hand him a magazine and he'd be none the wiser.

"No, I'm a Padawan." Abet replied, realising she had been sitting quietly, ignoring the bartender.

"What's the difference?" He asked, spitting into the glass and wiping it. She didn't think it got any cleaner but he put it back up onto the rack. On the surface this city was a bustling, pleasant and most of all clean metropolis but there were always scum holes in every planet.

"I'm younger and less experienced that she is. I haven't gone through the trials. Master says I won't be ready for another few years yet."

"Master? You a slave?" Abet's eyes widened and she quickly shook her head. Spluttering out an explanation.

"No, no, I'm not a slave. He is merely a Master of the force and I have been ascribed to his teachings. I'm not his slave."

"Bet he treats you like it though." Sarell said, her hands coming down on Abet's shoulders.

"No, he's a fair master, really!" Abet said, getting flustered. Sarell just laughed and took the glass of water out of Abet's hands.

"You don't want to be drinking that, really. Come on now, let's go." She led Abet back up some stairs and into the sunlight, leaving the dingy bar behind and re-entering civilised society.

"What was that about, what were doing with that man?" Abet asked as they were walking along.

"Oh, I'll tell you later, right now. We eat."

IOIOIO

Khameir's vessel flew through space, he still hadn't realised that he was being followed. But he did notice when the ship pulled away and landed on Tatooine.

"1826 did you see that?" asked Khameir.

"I did sir, it had been cloaked, but when it turned the radar picked it up. We have the information of the ship, if it comes near us again we'll know about it."

"Good job." Khameir replied.

The two flew to Coruscant without any more problems. As they approached the city covered planet Khameir sent a message ahead that he needed a meeting with the council as soon as possible, they needed to know about the planet cannon. When they docked down Ro'vash, another Jedi was waiting.

"Ro'vash, how are you?"

"I am fine, the council is waiting."

"Well then we shall not delay." Khameir said before the two walked to the Jedi council room, they discussed the war along the way but exchanged no useful or really interesting information.

When they reached the council Ro'vash left.

"Council." Khameir said as he entered and nodded to the various members.

"Master Khameir, what have you found that is so urgent?" asked Mace Windu.

"There is an old cannon on the planet, but it is no regular cannon, it is a planet to planet cannon."

"Are you saying it could be used to bombard another planet?" asked a member of the council, the one with the blue skin and white goatee.

"Yes, if that seemingly unimportant planet were to fall the separatists could use it to easily wipe out cities on nearby planets."

"If true what you say is, lose planet we must not." Yoda added. The council looked at each other and without even saying anything made a choice.

"Khameir, will you lead a clone army to defend Purrell 4?" asked Mace.

"Of course." He replied.

"It will take a few days to prepare and assemble the army, we shall contact you then. We suggest you meditate for some time until then, leading an army it very serious." Mace added.

"I agree."

"Then may the force be with you." Said Mace.

"And you." Replied Khameir before leaving.

IOIOIO

Pourrisdal paced uneasily in front of the large bay windows.

"A Clone Army, Sarell? No. No, no, no."

"You need reinforcements. An army of three hundred barely trained soldiers against a highly organised, battle ready army of thousands? Do you want this planet to fall to the Trade Federation?" Pourrisdal sank into the chair behind his desk and held his face in his hands.

"No, no I don't. Do what you must but once the battle is over you shall leave, understood?" Sarell shook her head.

"No, it's not that simple. We'll have to leave a small garrison here to protect you from further attacks. What's to stop the separatists from just swooping in once we leave and taking over? Normally we'd be happy to leave you alone once the danger has passed but that cannon represents far too big a danger. It is a planet to planet cannon Pourrisdal, this isn't just about this planet but about Purrell 3, 2 and 5."

"Purrell three and five are barren lands and Purrell two is in no danger. They are a highly militaristic and advanced planet and have fought the Federation before and won. They protect the system. We're a commerce planet more than anything else. Why should we fight the war?" Sarell sighed, resisting the urge to stride across the room and knock some sense into him. Young Abet would have more sense than this man and she was but a child of fourteen.

"Pourrisdal, the choice of where the battle is fought isn't up to you. The Federation are coming, whether you like it or not, and all I can do for you is make sure you are prepared to challenge them. You can't just roll over and submit to them."

"Why?" She closed her eyes, drawing upon her Jedi patience and diplomacy.

"Because of the cannon."

"Tear it down then! Get rid of it. I will not have blood shed on this world. We have been at peace for over a hundred years. Why would they have any interest in this planet anyway?"

"It will allow them to strike at the other planets with ease." The conversation went on like this for some time until both parties had other things to get on with.

Back on Coruscant Khameir was getting ready to take off again, this time with a clone army following. They took off and left for Purrell 4 and as they passed Tatooine someone on the planet was making a rather troublesome communication.

"Sir, he is passing over head now but this time a clone army is with him." Said the established Bounty Hunter, Epricharmine.

"I see, gather some mercenaries together, wait for two days and then follow him. But do not make an attempt on his life until I give the order."
Said the image of a well-covered figure.

"I shall sir." He said before ending the communication.

Khameir was less then a day from Purrell 4 but he was already too late.

A CIS invasion force had appeared out of nowhere and was already dropping down droid forces to the planets surface.

In Pourrisdal's office he sat, still unaware of the droid army that was landing on his planet. But his champion entered the room.

"Davik, I hope you came with good news." Said the rodian.

"I'll take it you haven't looked out your window." Replied Davik, a well equipped, well trained killing machine who was the only soldier on the planet who could be called an actually warrior.

"No, why?" said Pourrisdal as he turned his chair around and looked out the window, he could see the separatist war vessel's over head.

"What? How can this be?" shouted the rodian as he threw a glass of what was presumably alcohol to the floor.

"The ships came out of nowhere and are landing now. They have one side of our planet barricaded; the clone army will be coming from the opposite side, that's the good news." Said Davik.

"What's the bad news?" asked Pourrisdal.

"Our army isn't going to be ready to defend the city, they separatists will be able to walk right in." said Davik.

"Davik, you are powerful, you are talented, you shall protect me won't you?" said the Rodian who was now on his knees before the tall, powerful warrior.

"Of course master, I made an oath to you…now I shall make good on it or die trying."

"That's the spirit." Replied the mayor as he got up and brushed off bits of dust from his knees.

Meanwhile news of the invasion army was getting to Sarell and Abet.

"Sarell, what will we do?" asked Abet.

"We'll go to Pourrisdal, his palace will be slightly defended and we can protect him, otherwise he might get captured and they'll force him to sign a treaty, it's what they do everywhere." Said Sarell as she made for the door.

The two made for the palace and just as they got there a small droid army simply walked into the city, through the city and up to the palace.

"Mayor Pourrisdal." Said Sarell.

"Where is your clone army now? The separatists are at my door!" said the clearly angry Rodian.

"Do you have any kind of defense? A bunker where you can hide out?"

"Of course I do, and it's connected to any major building in the city. Everyone can get into it but it needs to be opened by me." He said as he ushered the two Jedi down a corridor.

Abet looked at Davik, he easily cleared six foot and wore large bulky durasteel armour that made him look bigger than a wookie, he had a vibroblade at his waist and a blaster at the other side. His face was stern and combined with his short black hair and generally intimidating appearance he seemed to be quite the character.

As they made their way through the halls they were found by two super battledroids. The droids managed to say, "freeze" before Davik flicked out his blaster and shot them both in the visor. They fell over easily and the group pressed on. There were about two-dozen people present, Sarell, Abet, Pourrisdal, Davik and the poorly armed palace guard.

They made their way to the bunker, they had to descend down a very long stairs but it gave no trouble, when they were down Pourrisdal typed in a code to a large computer and the doors opened.

Sound travelled well down here, Abet could hear people flooding into the bunker from all around the city (Even though it was a rather small city, if even a city.)

"What shall we do next?" asked Davik to Pourrisdal.

"I can activate the palace defenses from here, it will hold off the droids from getting to in here." Said Pourrisdal as he looked at several screens; he could see droids in certain rooms so he activated the security systems, which ranged from sentry turrets that popped out of innocent looking objects to little stun guns that zapped at the droids. Either way they didn't last long, they destroyed a dozen or so droids but were destroyed.

On one screen a rather dangerous looking character could be seen, he was very tall and powerfully built. A red tattoo covered one of his eyes and came over his baldhead. He wore black gloves that left his fingers visible, dark pants and boots that suggested he was an evil character. A large scar went down his chest and he rubbed at his goatee.

"I can sense the dark side in him, is he a sith?" asked Abet.

"No not a sith, he is a dark Jedi, they are similar to the sith but different in their own way. There are only two sith at any time, this planet is not important enough to send in a sith, even if it does have a giant decrepit cannon." Replied Sarell.

Davik also noticed the dark Jedi; he would make a worthy opponent. Although Davik was worried, this individual was as large as Davik, armour included.

"The guard is ready sir, if we're going to fight then we are ready." Said Davik to Pourrisdal.

"No, no. Not yet, we must be very patient." He said as he looked desperately for some security system he had missed. He spotted something that would do; he locked all the doors in the palace.

"Why didn't I think of it earlier." He said to himself. Pourrisdal watched the screens as the droids started working on the doors trying to open them. The dark Jedi shoved one end of his dual sided lightsaber into a door in his way, the door heated up and cracked to bits. He proceeded to do this to every door in his way until he made it to the throne room.

Abet watched the screens intently until she was in a trance which was broken by her communicator. She picked it up.

"Yes, master?" she said hopefully.

"Good thing I've made it through, listen I can only stay for a second before the signal is jammed, I'm in view of the planet, I'm in a little space battle but I'll be touching down as soon as possible." Said Khameir before the signal was blocked; Abet regretted not warning him about the Dark Jedi.

Up in space Khameir's ship flew about avoiding some incoming missiles. 1826 operated a turret and fired at random droid star fighters. The ship flew down to the planet surface with several clone drop ships at their back.
The city came into view and Khameir sent down a barrage of blaster fire upon the droid units that had lined upon outside the palace. Clone drop ships set up a perimeter and touched down.

1826 jumped out of Khameir's ship and started firing at the incoming super battle droids. Khameir emerged and used the force to lift up a broken droid and throw it at several others, knocking them to the floor. He then made for the palace. A droid popped out and held a blaster to his face, Khameir quickly grabbed the droids wrist and pointed the blaster at another droid, applying enough pressure resulted in the blaster firing and hitting the other droid. Khameir pushed the droid to the wall with the force and pressed on as a group of clones followed.

Inside the bunker Abet watched the screens as her master jumped in and out of the camera's view, he was dispatching droids with the force and turning them on one another. He had always told Abet that the enemies weapons are always the best to use and now he was proving it, time and time again he turned a blaster on its user whilst the clones bombarded the droids with fire. Abet's chest swelled with pride as she watched her master but as she watched Khameir suddenly stopped his quick movements and started looking in a direction as if something had caught his attention. Abet wondered for a moment at what it could be and then she looked at the footage from the throne room, the dark jedi had sensed Khameir and vice versa.

"Pourrisdal open the door to your throne room." Said Sarell, clearly after also noticing this.

"What, why? That's a stupid idea." He replied.

"Because I'm going to help Khameir fight that dark Jedi." She said. Then Davik came up.

"Yes, sir. Open the door, we can launch an assault now, we'll surely win."

"Fine, fine. Get in place, I'm not opening that door unless you're guarding it." Snorted Pourrisdal.

"Of course." Replied Davik as he gave a bow. Sarell, Abet, Davik and the palace guard got in place as the door was opened.

The Dark Jedi got up from his meditation position and eyed his visitors. Two super battle droids came into the room from the main entrance, they then collapsed before Khameir stepped over their smoking pile.

Davik led the guard along the side of the room and they left to take back the palace. The Dark Jedi did nothing to stop them; he knew that striking now would mean fighting them and three Jedi, not great chances.

"Abet, get out of here." Ordered Khameir.

"Master, you need me here." Replied Abet.

"I said leave." He said again.

"But master." She said as she got a grip on her lightsaber. Khameir quickly raised a hand and Abet felt her body raise up and move back behind the security door which quickly closed after she was past it.

Abet ran back to Pourrisdal and told him to open the door again.

"I can't." he replied.

"What? Why not?" she asked.

"I'm being blocked out when I try. And it's not the computer, it's something else." He answered. Abet would have to watch. She could see Sarell throw off the unnecessary brown robe so that she could fight more effectively, Khameir did the same. The dark Jedi didn't have a robe to remove so he just stood there, looking at the two in turn.

"We don't have to do this." Said Sarell.

"True, but I want to." Replied the Dark Jedi as he drew his dual ended lightsaber. Sarell took up her lightsaber, which suddenly flared up with a brilliant yellow colour. The Dark Jedi's glowed red at either end. Khameir did not yet draw his lightsaber, preferring to start off with the force. He spotted plenty of things that he could use as objects to throw at his enemy. The Dark Jedi leapt at Sarell who responded with a similar action, the two took a quick swipe at one another with their lightsabers. When the dark Jedi landed Khameir pushed him at the security door with the force, the dark Jedi nearly slammed his head off the cold hard metal but quick movements of his hand blocked his head; he tried to move backwards but found something blocking his path, holding him in place. It was Pourrisdal's table being held in place by Khameir and the force. Sarell approached the rather defenceless dark Jedi and went to take his lightsaber but as she got near she was thrown back by a blast of dark side force energy, she narrowly avoided the table that also went hurtling through the room. The two Jedi could tell that this move had drained the dark Jedi of his energy so now was the time to move to the offensive. The dark Jedi held his lightsaber with two hands, he then twisted it and it seemed to unclip into two parts.

"Ah, a unique design, very nice." Said Khameir as he walked closer to the action. The dark Jedi exploded into a flurry of quick slices with his two lightsabers, Sarell was able to defend these well. Khameir leaped in and grabbed at one of The Dark Jedi's hands. Khameir wrenched it backwards and then delivered a powerful kick to the dark Jedi's side. The large foe bent over slightly and then performed a roll that got his arm into a more comfortable situation, he quickly rose his free arm with the intent of slicing Khameir into two pieces but the quick actions of Sarell avoid this and instead sliced off the dark Jedi's arm.

The dark Jedi fell over for a moment before leaping to the door. The injured giant fled the battle and made for his landing spot.

"You still have your skills. You fought most skillfully." Said Khameir.

"Thank you, you've gotten rusty though." Replied Sarell.

"Don't be ignorant, it doesn't suit you. I was focused on keeping that door closed." He replied as he nodded at the security door which opened almost on cue.

Abet cane rushing out, clearly furious with Khameir with her lightsaber in hand.

"Why did you do that? Why didn't you let me fight?"

"It was too dangerous." Khameir said, turning away and heading down the corridor to where some droids where still active.

"I was ready to fight by your side, Master." She protested, following close on his heels, ignoring the sounds of blaster fire up ahead.

"No you weren't, not against a dark Jedi, Abet, you'd have only been a liability." Abet stopped in her track, shaking with anger as Khameir stepped out into the lobby and forced pushed two droids out a nearby window.

"He means well." Sarell said, walking past with her lightsaber humming as she sliced clean through a super battle droid that was rushing Khameir. Abet put her lightsaber back inside her robe and crossed her arms, walking back towards Pourrisdal and the others. Khameir and Sarell could be counted on to wipe up the last of the droids in the palace and the clone troopers were already making good progress on the droids in the city. After all, what could she do, she was a liability?

Gevaden: That's chapter two, I hope you like it. Leave a review, go on. You know you want to, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on,

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