Sorry for the delay, I'm not the one to keep promises.

Well, I'm just happy that I was able to finish this chapter off. Man, combat is a different thing.

Well, ENJOY!

PS. If you don't get it, just check the end.

Chapter 7

The scene exploded in a flash of red and blue light. A tremendous flurry of blaster bolts rippled back and forth between the two factions, concentrated energy beams demolishing droids and piercing white, plastoid armor. Intimidating forms of magnaguards advanced through the flood of more skeletal looking battle droids. The reeking stench of scorched ozone was still lingering in the air when the rounds were fired. In the middle of the huge room were two would-be jedi, Robin and Beastboy.

The dark cloaked figure, twin lightsabers in hand, lunged at the closest thing around: a crouched ARC trooper. She lashed out to the man with blinding speed. For all the finesse that was inbuilt to the trooper's mind, it was obvious that he was just barely keeping up as his opponent came on him, blades racing through the air. In an attempt to escape the melee, the trooper made the fatal mistake of leaping away from his attacker. With a casual flick of the wrist, she sent the ARC flying through the nearest window. The only explanation? The Force. The trooper's scream of mortality was still ringing through the air when the dark force user leaped at Robin.

The Boy Wonder jerked left instantly. The robed form in front of him charged with twin red blades. With a spiral motion, both lightsabers outstretched, she jumped at him with deadly force. With amazing speed, she dropped and attacked, the slashes aimed for Robin's sides. He would have been sliced in two if he hadn't strafed the second he did.

He retaliated with a one-handed swipe to the attacker's back. But the thrumming blade sliced nothing but air. His target was already behind him.

Blaster fire flared through the air as the deadly duel set itself up. Robin held his lightsaber shaft in his hands and assumed a defensive fighting stance, the blade of light holding still across his body. He would have to wait for the attacker to make the first strike. Then he could assess how to deal with her.

Robin spared himself a glance. A particularly large and bulky enemy was assaulting Beastboy, now morphed into Master Yoda. It, whatever it was, looked very much like a droid. Sleek metallic armor covered the arms, legs and pretty much the whole body. The face, which would have divulged the information what would answer the question of whether the thing was a droid or some hideously deformed creature, was covered in a deathly skull patterned mask. Beastboy seemed overwhelmed as the far larger figure advanced with a mammoth weapon cradled on its back. The thing opted not to use it yet as he approached with a more familiar electrostaff, the fight was on.

"Watch out!" he shouted out through the frantic cries of messages willing to make themselves heard through the mortal racket.

"Your executioner is right here jedi."

Robin looked back and found the dark fighter steadying her twin lightsabers at opposite sides of her body. Robin studied his attacker. A dashing, deep maroon robe covered much of her body from the shoulders down to where gravity would allow. From where the robe parted, he could see that a dark red leather-like suit enveloped her body in a tight, form fitting way. She wore a utility belt on her waist, something like Robin's own. Strangely enough, it only had three pockets, surely home for the lightsabers that she held in her hands right now and something else.

No prize for the figuring out that this person was no ordinary soldier, hired to serve the will of the employer. This was a sith.

Back at the temple, Beastboy could not help himself rambling away in his unnerving voice, clarifying Robin's doubts on the situation. Of the encyclopedia of sci-fi lore that Beastboy had crammed into Robin's head, he would be a fool not to recognize the swords fighter in front of him as a deadly Force-wielder. Though he himself was dress the part, he had no connection to the mysterious Force. Whether it existed or not, he didn't have it on his side.

Oh well.

Robin had not been able to ruminate on his opponent when she charged again. This time she had her sabers locking in on at his torso. Robin lifted his lightsaber directly to his front, intercepting both blades as it rose. However, the swords continued to creep closer and closer, elevating slightly to slice at the neck.

Seconds later, the blades got within inches from his neck. The stingy smell of ozone filled his nostrils. The light emanating from the lightsabers were close enough to illuminate his attacker's face. Despite being so close to death, he found the split second to notice that she was not able to see anything. A blood red blindfold was covering the greater part of her head. The cloth served its dual purpose of obscuring her sight as well as concealing the bearer's identity. It was astounding that, though sightless, she was fighting with such fiery intensity that would give Slade a run for his money.

Robin thought fast, if he didn't he would not have a head to think with. His arms were straining at the oppressive force coming from the twin blades. Before his hands could give out, he ducked away letting the light pass through thin air while the real target was below. Hadn't he done that, the blades would have sliced clean through the mask he had replaced his original with and all the way through his head.

For the moment of unbalance that his opponent had, turned his back to the floor and slid in between the split legs and through the robe. Quickly, he ignited his lightsaber poised for a vertical slash from behind.

However, his opponent saw, or rather, sensed the move and quickly caught the lethal edge in mid-strike with the lightsaber blade in her left hand. She turned around to regain balance and face Robin. This affirmed the uncertainty of the woman's Force status. But that didn't matter. Robin was trained by the Bat himself on all his martial arts forms. That would have to do for now.

Robin pushed forward intensely, buckling the sith into a small jump away. Taking this moment, Robin jumped back to his feet and held his lightsaber level. No sooner had he shook the strain off the last attack when she approached to slash again.

She increased the intensity of the fight. Quickly, she shot at him to the right slashing at his sides again. Robin blocked rapidly with a smooth flourish. Again, she lashed out with the other blade to his left. This time, Robin back-flipped and dodged the strike. He almost succeeded in smashing the sith's face with his boot. But she leaned back just in time.

Robin had to go aggressive now, as he may not get another chance.

Luckily, she allowed for a swift vertical strike with both sabers. Robin rocked backward just as he blocked it with an overhand parry, the crackling clash sounds overwhelming all other senses. Fortunately, as lethal as the blow was intended to be, it shoved him several feet away from his opponent.

Nevertheless, she did not spare another second wasted; lashing the crimson blades out to her sides, she spun counterclockwise. The sith was a lethal spinning top, cutting the air with her lightsabers and rocketing at Robin at an astonishing speed. The gap between them shortened rapidly. She was no less energetic at her attempts than the first time. No matter how much energy she used up, she seemed to compensate with her connection with the "Force".

Robin blocked the first strike and ducked away from the second. Moving quickly, he went aggressive and slashed upward, hoping to make contact with one of the outstretched limbs. But with a quick impulsive move, she dodged the strike with a flourishing circular stroke. This had green blade missing the individual's actual body. The razor edges harmlessly met the edges of his adversary's robes.

"You won't get that chance again Jedi." she spat menacingly. The blindfold did not reveal what expression her eyes would give away. But Robin was sure that it was one of sheer hate.

"I actually scored a hit. You haven't landed one on me yet." Robin smirked back.

"We'll see about that!"

The two did not leave another moment lost to conversation. The sith jumped again and blasted away from the floor, lightsabers flashing in the already seared air. Robin saw it coming a millisecond sooner and jumped up as well. His lightsaber held back to his side, primed for another intense strike. They met in mid-air, absorbing each other in a flurry of bright and deadly strikes. Oblivious to the lethal light show around them…

The small jedi lunged with surprising speed. Recklessly lashing out hiscrystal bluelightsaber in all directions, the jedi was indomitable flurry of living mass. Cyborg's combat computers analyzed the strikes and he sent his electrostaff to intercept. Blocking the first hit with a lateral parry, he did not expect the next.

The jedi flicked his lightsaber in an upward motion. He did so with such force that he sent the lethal quarterstaff out of Cyborg's metal hands. Then, before he could do anything, the jedi landed a short, glancing blow to his left hand, leaving nothing more than a small scorch mark where it brushed the armor.

It was a lucky shot. The overall madness of the attack had confused his analysis systems and allowed him the precious moment to land an attack. Fortunately for Cyborg, the jedi was not as skilled as he was lucky and missed the chance to do any critical damage then and there. He would not let another chance pass by his almost too fortunate prey.

Once before, Ventress had said that he should have the forces of intimidation on his side in order to gain the upper hand. His radiant blue armor did not provide this advantage nor did it help him look any more inconspicuous. At that point, he could not refuse such advice. He agreed to a simple electronic job that would simply disable any glow that would come from his limbs. This resulted in a more intimidating look.

She had also said that he should refrain from using his sonic cannons. The arm weapons drained from his immediate battery and would they not allow him to keep himself going for a long battle if he was pushed to use it. A BAW E-60R rocket launcher was supplied to him instead. Baktoid Armor Workshops provided this particular rocket launcher to the many anti-armor battle droids deployed to the field. It had far less finesse when opposed to the sonic cannons. However, if it was good enough for the mechanized army, it was good enough for Cyborg.

It was in this circumstance that the advice did its job. A few moments before, the jedi was trembling with hardly concealed fear. Now, in the midst of an intense duel, Cyborg could sense that the jedi was breathing hard, losing energy at having stressed himself for too long. Now having lost his electrostaff, he could shift to using his rocket launcher and blast this pathetic jedi from the face of the planet. This was all too easy.

Cyborg dodged another slash aimed at his midsection. With the jedi's momentum leaning forward, he took one mechanized forearm and slammed it to the opponent's back. The strength of the hit forced the jedi to stumble clumsily to the floor.

Cyborg forced a punch to the ground. Unfortunately for him, all the hand met was hard, worshyr wood. The jedi had faked his trip and rolled to the right to get himself back upright. His lightsaber swung upward to assume an aggressive position. It was slightly amusing to see that the being had even thought he had a chance.

In the one instant that he had temporarily incapacitated, Cyborg watched as the midget lunged at him. His lightsaber was pointed right at him; giving the misleading impression of a lethal, living missile.

But Cyborg's computer systems analyzed the attack and quickly compensated. With the electronic reply, he hugged the floor. The next instant, the jedi spun right above and away from Cyborg's slumped form and missed him by a considerable distance.

Now was his chance. The puny jedi would have to waste precious moments to regain his balance and prep for the next move. Taking the initiative, he loaded the rocket launcher and took aim while his opponent was righting himself. Too late, he would be history by then.

Just then, all his systems flashed red.

CTRITICAL DAMAGE SUSTAINED

MAIN BATTERY UNUSABLE… INITIATING BACKUP SEQUENCE B-114

Cyborg looked down. As of now, he felt no pain. But that didn't mean anything at all since the majority of his body was robotics. It was just one of the things that Cy had surrendered when his humanity was replaced by technology.

Sure enough, he looked down and saw a gaping hole in his chest. Some sort of projectile or some high-powered laser must have pierced the melting mass. But how could that be? His armor was proven sturdy enough to sustain several hits from a regular DC-15 blaster rifle, a weapon well designed to shred vehicles and infantry alike. This was not clone work. Some time in the future, he would have to find out who had caused all this. But survival was the first order of business.

He swerved back upright. Luckily, his enemy had picked up and left him for dead. Quickly, the jedi leaped to assist his comrade. Though lone, Raven was definitely more than a match for the jedi. Soon enough, he would jump in and support. The situation was still workable.

All around him, the Confederate battle droids were taking over battlefield. What little was left of the clone regiment were being broken down by the elite magnaguards. The ARCs were proving to be harder to eliminate than the usual drone. But they would have to fall eventually to lethal electrostaff strikes. Then they could clear the whole thing up before the backup batteries wore down. It was still a-

Just then, his enhanced mechanical sensors picked up something. It was the slight tapping of wood on wood… and the clomping of battle boots... He hurriedly checked his radar and enhanced the search parameters- movement. There was a small convoy, maybe a half dozen or more readings, in box formation. It did not take long to figure out the conclusion that this was Yoda accompanied by clones.

The fight had gone on for too long. It had grown too intense. The bright flashes of crimson and crimson must have caught someone's eye through the thick of battle. On the other hand, maybe Yoda had sensed it. It did not matter anymore. The only important thing was thathe was coming.

True, the objective was to assassinate the jedi master. The secondary was to destroy any other opposition. It would seem it to be helpful that their quarry was coming closer to them. But this was a lost cause. The prime elements of this mission… terror, intimidation, surprise… There was no way of eliminating the opposition without them. This was especially true with one such as the Yoda.

Any number of clones could be accompanying the more-than-proficient Jedi master. No doubt, that each would be ARC, the likes of which could shift the tide of battle in a snap. Jango Fett was not someone who was to be underestimated and the same was true about his handpicked commandos. However, that was a trivial matter with Yoda with them.

In short, they are good as gone.

"Fall back!" he croaked through his mechanical voice scrambler.

In quick succession, he clicked on his electronic comlink. Scrambling over emergency codes, he called what remained of his strike force to fall back. Battle droids were expendable. Hundreds of millions does not count as a "few". Strategically, they would serve as backup.

In a heartbeat, the droids abandoned their targets. Engaging their servos to maximum, they surrounded a particularly large window. With programmed tactics, the battle droids fell into a semi circle pattern, effectively forming a defensive perimeter.

The Republic forces would not allow such an escape to go through… not without a little distraction. Aiming vortex of the support wood, Cyborg blasted out the explosive loaded in his shoulder rocket launcher. With nothing less than total precision, the explosive opened up in the vortex, letting out a brilliant eruption of heat and light. With the central support gone, the roof began to collapse… just the right diversion.

The clones scrambled of the nearest wall, hoping to survive the imminent crash. Perfect.

The magnaguards moved with trained grace, they were backing away but they did not make it look like it. Spinning their staffs with intimidating force, they retreated slowly. All the while, they prevented any clones audacious enough from approaching. Having done their job, they leaped out of the clear, open space.

Barely seconds after the retreat of the elite guards, Raven back flipped toward the fallback position, peeling away from the electrically tense duel she and the jedi were engaged in.

"You won't survive next time jedi." she hissed, disappointment flowing through the words. It was dead clear that she was deeply immersed in her attempts to destroy the jedi and was not willing to part now.

"We'll be waiting." replied the taller Jedi as he disengaged his green lightsaber. Then, without further a-do, his companion and he blasted back to the door from which they came. For some enigmatic reason, they disappeared without the clones. Cowardice maybe?

"Raven, we've gotta go now!" Cyborg prompted.

"Fine." she replied in her old monotone. Now, it was just barely concealing her frustration.

Using her powers, she mouthed out some indecipherable words and gestured open palmed, to the floor. A black disk formed underneath Cyborg's feet. He had been through this routine repeatedly in the past. Balancing himself, Cyborg felt himself leave the floor and take to the air. Beside him, Raven took flight just as majestic as ever. Her head screwed forward with a stone face, confidently concealing her emotions as always.

They traveled quickly as possible, Raven, always keeping watch to see that Cy could keep up with the disk. It did not take them long to get some distance away from the worn out hut. Not too far behind them were the magnaguards they had loaned from Grievous, leaping among the branches and waving their staffs about like trained circus performers.

Significant harm safely behind, Cyborg took a glimpse at the scene behind him. He watched as the roof blasted away. For some reason, the wood did not give off the satisfying crash of it against the floor. The whole mass seemed to levitate in the air and break off from the main piece.

Yoda.

Cyborg could pick out some conversation. However, it was not clear enough to be intelligible. It was as good as trash. But no doubt that the incoming transmission was far from it.

"Raven, message." he said.

She pulled out a small, gold-rimmed holoprojector from her one other utility pocket and clicked on the "receive" button. A small three-dimensional image of Lord Sidious emanated from the metal gadget.

"Master, the mission has-"

"Failed?" fluidly spoke the Sith Lord. "I had anticipated this. Yoda is far more powerful than the both of you." He then slightly waved his hand to Cyborg's direction.

"Then why send us at all?" Raven asked, boldly invoking a strong response.

"Your loyalty has been proven." remarked the imposing Sidious. "I can now trust you to move on to another mission."

"If you wish, Master… Just say the word." Raven pulled back with a respectful bow.

"Very well, Mustafar."

Just so you know, for anyone who was particularly confused at those sequences, it'sJedi Robin vs. SithRaven and Beastboy in Yoda morph vs. Upgraded Cyborg.

I hope you enjoyed that. Please, feel free to comment, I need a little help.

GAH! No more promises. I'll update when I can, when I come up with a fully developed chapter. "Haste makes waste."