"So, how exactly do we plan on stopping these Sith warriors, Kimri? I'd figure a volcanic planet like Mustafar would just kill them with its atmosphere," said Malachi, half jokingly.

"Well, my friend, once we get out of hyperspace, and then land, I was ordered to search one of the mining colonies near the northern pole of the planet. Supposedly there were reports of Sith soldiers there. This may be a difficult mission for us."

"Kimri, you told me that we're seeking another Jedi Knight. Who is it?"

"Her name is Alexandra Virtuain. However, call her Alex when you meet her. She despises being called that by her first name," replied Kimri, with remorse running through his voice.

"Why is that?"

"Her father was our trainer. He and her mother were both Jedi Knights, but her mother left the order so that the two could be married. Her father became a great trainer, and taught her the ways of the Jedi Guardian. She even mastered the Ataru form of Lightsaber combat. She even has bested me in a duel. I can only use Soretsu. What form do you use?"

"I am a master of Form VII, or Juyo. It's why I fight so fiercely. From what my master told me, the only others besides him and I to master it are the best Weaponmasters, or Sith Marauders."

"That's amazing! I've heard rumours about Form VII; that only the most skilled of Masters use it. It must be difficult for you. With that form of combat, I've heard that it's harder to resist the Dark Side because of its sheer ferocity. Well, we're out of the Tattooine atmosphere. I'm preparing for the hyperspace jump to Mustafar. Buckle up."

Malachi fastened his seat belt, and then the ship fired its engines, and the two were well on their way to Mustafar.

Orbiting outside of the Outer Rim world of Serrocco was a Sith Warship, left over from the Jedi Civil war. However, this warship was double the size of most other warships from that time. It was known as the Annihilus, and it was playing host to some of the most deadly warriors in the galaxy, at the moment. Inside the ship, two shuttles had landed in the hangar, and from one came two Sith Lords, and from the other came one. The three men were escorted by Sith troopers to a lift at the end of the hangar, on a lift that was headed toward the bridge level. One of the three was a Twi'lek male, with red skin and tattooing on his tentacles. He had red eyes, and stood five foot seven inches, and carried two short lightsabers. His name was Darth Malignus, and he was the master of Nectorus. The other two were master and pupil. The master was a human male who had his black hood drawn over his face, but one could see his skin was grey, and massively scarred. His eyes were yellow, and he carried a lightsaber with a black hilt on his side. His name was Darth Furaxia, a Sith Marauder. His apprentice was a very tall Klatoonian Male name Darth Crourous. He did not wear a cloak, so his double sided lightsaber, with a similar hilt as his master's, was strapped to his back. The two of them looked at Malignus with grins on their faces. The master spoke.

"So, where is your apprentice, Malignus?"

"He is currently on assignment to observe three young Jedi Knights. Supposedly, our Master has felt a disturbance in the Force. He says that these three may be very strong, and he wishes to test the abilities of the new Jedi Council. He thinks that one, however, may be special."

Cruourus spoke in a growling, doglike voice, with a hint of arrogance. "Your apprentice is too cowardly to fight three Jedi! More than likely his scaly head will be served on a platter to some member of the Exchange! Ha ha ha!"

Malignus turned toward Cruourus, and smirked. "Well, big words coming from a pup who lost a fight to a Mandalorian teenager. You wouldn't have lasted five minutes in the wars."

Cruourus growled at Malignus, but Furaxia held him back. "He is too powerful for you, my apprentice. Don't be foolish and fight a battle that you cannot win. Malignus, this special one, who is it?"

The elevator doors opened, and a deep, booming voice sounded out in a large throne room. "His name is Malachi Naverian, and he is the student of Revan."

"The three Sith turned toward the one who was speaking, and saw ten Dark Jedi standing near a throne, with a man in a black cape sitting there. He stood up, and took his cape off, revealing a Zabrak man. His face was tattooed, much as many Zabrak. However, his skin was red and orange, and his horns were black. He carried a decorated dual-bladed lightsaber on his belt. He robes were black on the outside, with a red trim. His under-robe was red, as was the sash that held it together. Cruourus, Furaxia, and Malignus walked toward him, and hit one knee. The Zabrak motioned for them to rise.

"Well, my old friends. It seems that your apprentice has not reported back yet, Malignus."

"He is currently headed toward Mustafar, my lord. He has encountered the Kel-Dor, and the student of Revan. They defeated him in battle, proving to be a definite match for the two of them. However, the third is headed toward Mustafar as well. Do you truly believe that compromising one of our weapon facilities is worth this?"

"Yes, my old friend, it is. Nurwin, Virtuain, and Naverian shall fall soon enough."

At this point, Furaxia seemed to be looking downward with partial regret. The name sounded all too familiar to him. He now knew who he was about to face. Furaxia's true name was Matthew Naverian, and she was Alex's older brother. Matthew attempted to defeat the Sith who brutalized his parents, but had failed long ago. His rage toward murderers drove him to serve in the Mandalorian Wars. He served with Diabolus and Malignus under Revan, Malack, and Sherrick. Diabolus looked at Furaxia.

"Furaxia, control your fear. Use it to gain power. We will not aim to kill your sister. We shall merely turn her. She could be a great asset. She will soon learn the power of the Dark Side."

Furaxia looked at Diabolus, and bowed his head. "Yes, my master. It will be as you command."

Two men were flying through hyperspace in a Corellian vessel, shaped in a U shape. It was brown and silver, and was the Jedi vessel known as the Ebon Hawk. On the ship were two droids, known as HK-47, and T4-M3. The assassin droid walked toward the bridge of the ship, holding two glasses of water, and when he reached the bridge, he handed it to the two men in the cockpit. The droid then walked off, and the men sipped their glasses. One man stood up to stretch his legs. He wore light grey robes, with a dark grey cloak. The other, however, wore a white robe, but no cloak. Rather, his hood was on the back of his normal cloak. The robes were also fitted with long leather gloves, and a leather vest on the chest. They extended down to his ankles, covering his leather boots. He stood up, and a man with very short, light brown hair sat on the head of his chair, where his friend in the grey robes was sitting on the exact same spot on the pilot's chair. The man in grey had a small patch of facial hair under his lower lip, and was bald. He had brown eyes, and the eyes of the other were blue. The man in silver had a scar over his left eye, cut vertically. The man in grey was Sherrick Khan, the Jedi Exile who defeated Darth Nihilus, Darth Sion, and ultimately his own second master, Darth Treya, or as Revan knew her, Kreia. However, the man who sat on the other chair was none other than the great Revan himself. Revan took a sip of his water, and then looked at Sherrick, speaking in a gentle voice.

"Well, how long until we reach Mustafar, my friend?"

Sherrick replied in his deep, commanding voice. "We won't get there until your pupil is done tearing Sith to ribbons. However, I think he'll be pleased to see us, don't you think?

"Yes. It's been a few months. I think that they'll like the news of what we want to deliver to them. It's not everyday that Jedi like us consider people for prestige training."

"Well, we still have to talk to the council about it, to see if we can drum up some support at least this time. Last time they almost didn't refuel the Hawk."

"Yes, but let the council have their suspicions and worries. As I always have, I prefer action. I'll sacrifice being on the Council any day. Besides, Corcuscant bores me. Without trees or wilderness, a planet wide city just isn't as interesting."

"Well, I say we prepare for what lies ahead, my friend," said Sherrick. "I'd prefer it if we were ready completely to tell them of the threat they face. We bear the responsibility to."

"Yes, but I hope they prepare well for this threat. It will demand more than anything ever before."