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Onset: Part One

Six Months Later...

The battered transport Achi-Jharn slowly propelled itself through space from the edges of the Coruscant system. The freighter was well renowned by anyone who had dealt on Coruscant at least once or twice before, it was incredibly popular as a transport among those who could not afford a higher luxury. The freighter was among a line of transports famous for relaying passengers back in forth from Republic City, previously known as Imperial Center and Galactic City, to the space-station Galactic Center, a tourist's haven and a transit lounge famous for it's vast museums about the politics of the galaxy, from the formation of the Republic, to the New Republic, anything and everything regarding a government was found in Galactic Center.

All around spacer and outlaw Cale Darksun looked down at the broken HoloNet multimedia center that was stowed in the seat back in front of him. He fumbled with it for a good minute before he finally noticed that the power button was broken, and only a stub of plastisteel remained where it should have been.

"Farkling stars! Why do they even keep this stupid piece of sith?"

Upon seeing several mothers scowl at him and shield their children's virgin ears, Cale slumped down in his seat and banged the media center one last time. To his surprise, it sparkled on, and he fumbled in the dusty dewback-hide pockets of the seat back for the headset to accompany it. His fingers hit something sharp, and he reeled back in pain, letting of another round of swear words that caused some of the mothers to actually get up and leave the cabin for the time being.

"Uh..sorry about that," Cale said apologetically, flashing one of his signature Correlian charm smiles, but it didn't pay off as the women still left the cabin. He dug back inside the seat back and dug out the headset, only to find that the sharp thing that had pricked him had turned out to be one of the earpieces of the headset. Sighing, he replaced the headset and turned his attention back to the media center. Browsing through it he finally reached the Coruscant News Network station on it, and decided to check on the "official" news. Though the CNN was widely regarded as the "best" and most accurate news station on the HoloNet, Cale rarely used it, preferring to hear of important things by word of mouth. Unfortunately, there was no one on the Achi-Jharn who would even consider talking to the spacer, so he found himself in a rare position that he actually had to use the CNN.

Cale flipped through the pages and finally selected one entitled Assassination, and so he promptly switched to that article. Unfortunately, he forgot that he had no headset, and so the media center started speaking rather loudly about an assassination, gaining more turned heads, a loud shushing, and a Twi'lek man groaning from his seat.

Slumping back in his seat, he switched to the text-only function of the center, and proceeded to read the article:

Senator Andre'as Gaia of the New Alderaani population was assassinated last night in a terrorist bombing. A tip from a local slum-dweller alleges the terrorist organization SAHK as the men behind the assassination. SAHK, believed to have existed since the formation of the New Republic, is believed to have been involved in many other political terrorist acts including the delivery of the poison given to former Chief-Of-State Mon Mothma. A group of anarchists, SAHK has connections all across the galaxy, many inside Imperial Remnant Space. The group has...

"Who gives a farkling about SAHK?" Cale said, this time receiving no complaints as the entire cabin had fallen asleep finally. Fumbling with the media center, he found another reference to the assassination:

Andre'as Gaia, the late Senator of New Alderaan was murdered last night in his Coruscant estate. The H-3P0 housekeeping droid assigned the late senator's home arrived at the local police station complaining that all com functions had been disabled inside the senator's home. Gaia, who preferred seclusion, owned a large estate at the edge of Coruscant's artificial ocean.With no neighbors near him, there was no one to detect the gas-leak that resulted in the explosion of the senator's home. The senator had apparently just arrived when the H-3P0 arrived at the police station and was killed during the explosion. Elections for the next senator will be held within the week, and the favored candidate is Gaia's close friend, Phoenix Feron. Feron, a close...

"Whatever!" Cale shut off the media center and ordered a Corellian ale from the service droid, glugged it down, burped, and drifted into a rock solid sleep.

"Did you feel that?"

Neb Wulf came out of his meditation trance to the words of his former apprentice, Vin Morrs.

"Yes. Just a twinge of a dark presence..someone with cruel intentions must be onboard this freighter, though I can't say it wasn't expected, we are on such a terrible connection to Coruscant," replied Neb, staring out at the myriad starts that he had not noticed he was looking at when he was in the trance.

"I don't know..it kind of felt darker, like...the Sith..." Vin trailed off, swallowing the fear he had learned to conquer as a Jedi, the fear of remembering what had happened to him when he was younger. When Palpatine's clone had returned to power, and he had unleashed the Dark Side adepts, Vin had watched one of them slay his best friend in cold blood, and Vin was sure he'd have suffered the same fate had Jedi Knight Kyle Katarn not arrived in the split second to slay what Vin had considered "Sith".

"The Sith do not exist any longer, Vin. They died with Darth Vader. The man who attacked you was nothing other than an...aggressive force user, nothing more. There is no way that this presence could be anything like either of those things. In fact, it may be a struggling force-sensitive. Why don't you go and see, we may be able to bring another Jedi to the side..and since you might be the one finding them, you might find yourself with an apprentice sooner than you'd think," Neb said with a wink.

"Yes, Master. And how about you?"

"I think that it's about time I got some decent rest, don't you?"

Vin navigated the dim lit corridors of the Achi-Jharn proudly, head held high and lightsaber clearly visible. After all, it wasn't every day you were to seek a potential apprentice. Passing a viewport, Vin paused to gaze out at the many stars, and promised himself he would see all that were worth viewing. He left the viewport and found that he had got grease on his hands, and made a mental note to inform the crew of the freighter to clean it up. Wiping off the greasy stain on his tunic, he continued down the corridor until he reached one of the worst cabins in the freighter. Holding about fifty, the small room had twenty seats, and about thirty people standing up. They were expected to rotate, but it was evident by the amount of shady looking men, Ughnauts, Rodians and Squibs occupying the sitting room.

Vin opened himself up to the Force, and surveyed the room, gaining many dirty looks as he did so. He detected no presences except for one, a feeling of strong hate. He followed the presence, and found himself pushing through the crowds to stare into the pitch black eyes of a young girl dressed in all black. Vin surveyed her, noting a short black skirt, a black top and black hair and eyes. Needless to say, Vin found her rather attractive.

"What are you looking at?" the girl asked him.

"Sorry, I'm Vin Morrs, Jedi Knight. I detected a strong Force presence and I followed it to you, though you're radiating only hate," Vin said, thinking himself to sound rather authoritarian.

"I hate you," was all Vin could hear before he felt the girl kick him and run out of the room.

Angel Syricia stormed down the corridor of Achi-Jharn, a blazing fire in the Force.

Jedi killed my family. She continued down the corridor, pausing only once to shove a Twi'lek woman out of the way, and sat down in an unoccupied seat in another cabin. She fiddled with her lousy handbag, the contents of which were only remains of a long lost past. She opened the bag, and gently removed her most prized possession. Gifted to her for top performance at the Korriban academy, the sleek, black hilted lightsaber was a beautiful sight to behold. She had no idea how to use it, other than point and slice, but she was reluctant to return it to her bag. Something inside of her told her to keep it, and so she slipped it into the side of her skirt, seeing as how the saber had no belt clip. The saber felt cold against her leg, but it was secure for the time being, caught between the lining of her skirt and her leg. Should she have to use it, she would simply light it and throw it at an attacker. Feeling more contented, she checked her chronometer and realized just how late it was. Accepting the fatigue, Angel Syricia slowly ventured back to her dreams.

Angel found the opportunity to use her lightsaber sooner than she had expected. She awoke with a sudden start, fear seeping down her blood. She opened her eyes, and saw a blaster staring into her eyes. Panic filled her, and before she knew it, a Rodian was on the ground, the blade of a red lightsaber at his throat, and the entire cabin watching.

"Don't kill me, please, I didn't mean no harm! I was just, it was just that, you're in my seat, that's all! Please, don't kill me..." the Rodian whined, the panic so great that he was shifting from Basic to Huttese in his begging.

Angel looked at the begging creature, and gave in, deigniting the lightsaber shaking in her hand. "Why the kriffing Sith did you pull a blaster on me, nerfherder?" she demanded, lightsaber still in her hand.

The Rodian, returning to his criminal ways now that he was out of mortal peril, simply shrugged, muttered something in Huttese, and walked away.

Angel enveloped herself in rage, and was about to chase after the Rodian, but was stopped by a man emerging from the blast-door.

"Come with me," was all he said, and Angel felt no reason not to go. If it was the captain of the vessel, she could simply threaten him with Imperial contacts, and if it was a friend of the Rodian, she had a lightsaber to protect herself with. She followed the man further down the vessel, into a deserted cabin. The man put a hand to her head, and Angel, fearing abuse, promptly punched him in the stomach and backed away.

"What was that? I need to see something, please co-operate," the man said, his voice surprisingly young, Angel estimated he was only a few years older than her. Deciding to give him a try, she ventured forward again, and the man did something to her, something inside of her, ventured into her mind. She hated the intrusion and did her best to stop it. When she felt the invasion stop, she looked up and found a dark figure sprawled on the floor against the wall.

Angel backed away towards a wall, and in the process accidentally tripped the lights on. In the newfound light, she noticed that the man was as young as she had assumed, with dark hair, wearing a long black open jacket, dark pants and a dark red shirt inside the jacket. She felt something then, something she shrugged off. She then recognized the man, for he had been on the HoloNews constantly. Angel suddenly realized that she had been mentally assaulted by Phoenix Feron, likely to be the next Alderaani senator.

"What do you want?" she asked cautiously.

"I'm not who you think I am," Phoenix answered, a smug smile on his face.

"What did you do to me?" Angel screamed in frustration.

"What I did to you was nothing compared to what you did to me. What I did was test you, a test that came incredibly positive."

"Test me for what?" Angel asked, more curious than frustrated now.

"The Force," was all that Phoenix answered.

Angel suddenly lit her lightsaber and growled out in anger. "I won't tolerate another Jedi!" Phoenix simply shook his head and the lightsaber shot out of Angel's hand and into Phoenix's.

"Would a Jedi do that?" Phoenix asked. Puzzled and angry, Angel backed towards the wall again, and asked, "Would a Senator?"

Phoenix shook his head again, and made the lightsaber dance at the wall, cutting distinct characters of Aurabesh into it. Angel looked up at the wall and gasped in horror, excitement, and fear, all in one. The letters in the wall spelled: I am Imperius, Dark Lord of the Sith.

Author's Notes: Haha, you're on a cliffy, haha! Oh well, if you followed the RP you probably know what's happening anyways so...yeah. Next chapter, Onset: Part Two, you get to see Coruscant, and Luke Skywalker!