Chapter 8: Battle of Malachor V Part I: The Death of Arren Kae
Malachor V, outskirts of Taung City
Revan had been laying siege to the Mandalorian's stronghold world of Malachor V for months. The space battle blocked out the skies over the planet, and the sounds of turbolaser fire was heard regularly over the battlefields. Republic tanks and speeders engaged Mandalorian war droids, walkers, and infantry. Each battlefield was hellish in its appearance, burning corpses of Mandalorians, Republic Marines, and Jedi littered the field.
Seja was engaging Mandalorian swordsmen and riflemen, making way for the Iridonian Tech, Bao-dur. He dodged a vertical slash of a Mandalorian, and retaliated with a horizontal slash which cut the armored warrior in half. The scarred Jedi was about to be shot by a group of Mandalorian shock troopers when Bao-dur used his blaster rifle to kill them with a flurry of blaster bolts.
"Thanks," Seja said, and the Iridonian nodded.
The pair continued battling Mandalorian swordsmen and shock troopers, until they reached a massive shield generator. The tech took out a few explosives, and planted them on the generator.
"Now, move!" Bao-dur ordered, and they began running away from the shield generator.
A massive explosion followed, and Seja used the Force to enhance his speed even more, and he grabbed the tech's hand. In a blur of movement, they outran the explosion.
"Thank you, Commander Seja," Bao-dur said while panting, and the Jedi nodded, "The General wanted this shield generator destroyed so the Mandalorian platforms in orbit could be struck."
"I know, Republic troops are coming," Seja replied, and the Iridonian nodded, "Malak is with them, I need to discuss something with him…"
"Of course Commander, I'll leave you to converse with your fellow Jedi," Bao-dur nodded, and the tech went to talk with the approaching Republic troops.
Seja went over to Malak, who had changed much since the scarred Jedi last saw him. He had shaved his head, and where blonde hair once grew was replaced by two odd tattoos. He had also become more muscular, and had started wearing red, cortosis armor. His lightsaber had also changed, it looked more…menacing.
"Hello Seja, long time no see," Malak said with a smirk, "So what do you want to speak about?"
"Your attack on Neria, you made the entire surface there glass. It has no military value, so you slaughtered Mandalorian civilians and their slaves alike," Seja replied, the two of them walking towards the transport, "My friend, you are becoming too brutal, it isn't the Jedi way."
"What do you know about it? You were away, slaughtering Mandalorians on Iziz!" Malak retorted, his anger flaring.
"Calm down, Malak. It's true, I did kill a lot of Mandalorians before I was a Squad Jedi, but at least they were armed, and posed a threat to the Republic. You slaughtered innocent civilians," Seja countered, sitting down in the transport, "I am worried about you my friend, and so is Revan and Talo. You aren't the same man we knew at the Academy."
The repulsor lifts of the transport fired up, and it started moving quickly across the ground. Armored speeders guarded the transport; each had two heavy laser cannons positioned on a turret that was on top of the craft. The transport was three times as large as each speeder, but its armor was thin and it had only one blaster cannon for defense. Malak looked out the window of the transport, and he gritted his teeth as he saw the carnage that the Mandalorians inflicted on the Republic Forces on Malachor V.
"War does that to you, Seja. And you are telling me I've changed? You rarely smile anymore, and your killing look gives you the appearance of a Dark Jedi," Malak retorted, "I am surprised that this war hasn't changed Talo or Revan as much as us…"
Seja gave a weak smile, "Even though they rarely fight on the front lines, it is changing them…subtly."
Seja looked out the window on the massive battlefield, "My next assignment is the liberation of Republic soldiers in Taung City, as well as Mandalorian slaves. I could use some support, since the Mandalore Honor Guard have heavy support in the city."
"Sure, I'll come with you," Malak said with a sinister smirk, and then Seja shook his head, "Then what do you want?"
"Arren Kae is in your unit, correct?" Seja asked, and Malak nodded, "Her Echani and Jedi combat skills would help rescuing the prisoners and slaves a great deal."
"Alright, I'll get her my friend," Malak told him, with a low growl.
"It isn't that you aren't up for the job, Malak. It is just…your tactics might endanger the slaves that we are trying to set free," Seja said to him, putting his hand on the taller man's shoulder as the transport stopped, and the scarred Jedi got up, "See you soon, my friend."
"Yes, take care of yourself, my friend," Malak growled, watching his friend, or as Malak saw it, his former friend leave the transport, and he took out his com-link, "Saul, send Arren Kae to accompany Seja Kimura into the city. Also, send 500 Marines into the city as well to give the Mandalorians a needed distraction."
"As you wish, General Malak," the voice of Saul Karath said over the com.
Malak gritted his teeth as he made a fist, 'I am not strong enough! Even after all my damned training, I am not strong enough to be sent on these missions! Damn you Revan….damn you Seja…'
The space around Malak began to darken, and bolts of black electricity surrounded his clenched fist. He was going to get stronger; he was going to make a name for himself. Revan and Seja wouldn't get all the glory, nor would Talo. He was going to be the strongest of the group.
Seja walked further away from the transport, but he could feel Malak's thoughts darken. He sighed; Malak would soon fall to the Dark Side. Entering the Republic camp, Seja's mind raced.
'He may be the doom of us all one day…but Revan will probably stop his fall, hopefully…' Seja thought, looking as two large Republic Transport Ships descended from the sky.
They were twice as large as Correllian freighters, yet sparsely armed. They resembled the appearance of flying boxes, with two large ion engines on the back of the ship. The bow of the ship had a dark black window which guarded the pilots from rays of hot sunlight, and the cockpit was slanted at a 45 degree angle. Seja watched the two ships descend from the sky, and he covered his eyes to block the sunlight from impairing his vision.
Suddenly, another dark presence Seja felt, and he turned around. This dark presence wasn't weak and questioning like Malak's, it was pure evil. Grasping his lightsaber defensively, he prepared to fight off whatever was coming. Two Republic soldiers then walked to him, and they gave him a perplexed look
"Uh, sir, Commander Arren Kae has arrived."
"Thanks…" Seja replied, and he turned to see an attractive woman, in her late 30's walk over to him.
She had a very bulky white Jedi Robe, short white hair, and a very smooth face. At her hip, she carried a lightsaber, as well as a few lightsaber crystals in a pouch. Seja walked over to her and bowed.
"Master Kae, it is good to see you again," Seja said respectfully, and his fellow Jedi smiled.
"I am no master anymore, Knight Seja. Yet I thank you for the courtesy," Arren told him with a warm smile, "Since we are working together, what is the mission that Revan gave you?"
"We have to rescue Republic Prisoners and Mandalorian Slaves in Taung City. Normally, I would go on my own, but due to the amount of Mandalore's Honor Guard troops in the city, I would need backup," Seja told her, and the two of them walked to a tent. He placed his lightsaber down at his side, and sat down, "We'll be striking by cover of night, to try to get the element of surprise on our side."
"Understood," Arren replied, then she noticed Seja's scar, "How did you get that?"
"In…battle…" Seja told her, "I really don't want to talk about it."
"As you wish," Arren said as she walked out of the tent, leaving Seja to meditate, 'That scar will never heal…even the most powerful Force Healers in the Order won't be able to mend it…'
Seja had curled his legs together, and began breathing slowly. He was focusing his mind on the mission ahead, and he could feel delicate arms embracing him, and his eyes opened wide. He took a look back to see Callista standing there, smiling at him. She was covered in a blue light. Time seemed to suddenly stop as she appeared before him, and the vision continued to smile.
"C-Callista…?" he gasped, shocked at the vision before him.
She smiled, and then vanished saying, "Please live, Seja, the galaxy needs you…"
"Please! Don't leave!" Seja cried, reaching his hand out, trying to grab her, "Don't leave me again!"
His heart was beating so fast, it looked like it would burst out of his chest. The image of Callista smiling was etched into his mind, he couldn't forget about it. Sweat poured off his forehead, and he slumped back down.
'Callista wants me to live…' Seja thought to himself, 'I can't die here, not yet. She said the galaxy still needs me…'
He sat back, his breathing slowing down. The fact that Callista wanted him to live gave him comfort, and he knew what he must do at the end of this battle. He grabbed his blade, and put it on his belt. Standing up, a Republic Officer was standing there.
"Commander Kimura, night has fallen. Five Hundred Republic Soldiers will provide a distraction for you and Commander Kae to slip into the city unnoticed."
"Thank you for the information, I'm ready to set off now," Seja replied, walking past the Officer, 'Night falling this quickly? How long did time pass since the vision of Callista visited me?'
Seja rubbed his head, and he looked at the scorched ground beneath him. He had read of Force Ghosts at the Academy and Jedi Temple, yet only Force Users could perform it. Why had Callista appeared before him? To give him the needed encouragement he needed? He wasn't sure.
Looking up, he saw the Republic Soldiers had entered formation. All five hundred of them were planning on marching straight towards Taung City to get the Mandalorian defender's attention. They would attack in two divisions of 250 men each. Their orange and yellow armor was blackened by the fires that burned on the planet, as well as the darkness of night. Yet, they didn't seem to care, and were prepared to fight for Revan, and die if needed.
Supporting the infantry were heavy speeders, twice as large as the escorts which guarded the transport that took Seja to the camp. They were armed with two light turbolaser cannons on top of the speeder, as well as dual heavy missile launchers on the sides of the attack craft. There were about fifty of these speeders supporting the infantry.
"You ready, Knight Seja?" the voice of Arren Kae asked and Seja looked up.
"Yes, let's move," Seja replied, and the two of them entered a waiting speeder, which drove them to the other side of the city.
The first shots echoed out, and the scarred Jedi looked up to see flashes of blaster fire exploding against buildings. A siren rang in the city, which was the signal Seja and Arren were waiting for.
"Sir, what should I do now?" the Republic driver asked, and Seja watched as the door closed automatically.
"Go back to the base, and watch yourself. Mandalorian War Machines are out, so you have to be careful," Seja warned him, and the young driver nodded, "Leave now, I sense Mandalorian soldiers are heading this way."
The driver nodded again, and the repulsorlifts raised the speeder off the ground. The engines whined as speeder flew off towards the base again at over 250 kilometers an hour.
Seja and Arren nodded to each other, and their lightsabers ignited. Arren's was a brilliant bronze colored saber, which illuminated the area in contrast to Seja's blue blade. They ran off into the city, right into a group of twenty Mandalorian shock troops. Immediately, the heavy blasters they were armed with began to fire bright bolts of plasma at both Jedi.
Both Arren and Seja started deflecting the blaster bolts and switched to the Soresu form of lightsaber combat, and deflected the bolts of plasma right back to the shooters. Three of the shooting Mandalorian Shock Troopers were shot in the face by their own blaster bolts, and blood shot off the marks of contact.
"We can't let them pin us down here, I'm going in!" Seja told Arren, and he flipped his lightsaber pommel to face his back, and he switched to the Super Shien style.
At blinding speeds, he charged forth, sidestepping blaster bolts and disrupter blasts with ease. Arren continued to deflect the incoming blaster bolts with her Soresu, and more of the Mandalorians were cut down by their own weapon blasts.
Seja flipped his lightsaber back, and pointed it at the attacking Mandalorians, 'Attack of the Krayt Dragon Nest!'
As he thought of the technique, he began to slash his lightsaber out around him with his enhanced Force Speed. Each one of the Mandalorians was slashed fatally before they even knew what hit them. As he finished his charge, each Mandalorian looked back at him with their weapons pointed directly at him.
"You're going to die, Jedi…" one of the Mandalorians snarled, then his heavy blaster fell apart, "What the hell…?"
Almost immediately, he turned back to see his entire platoon dead, and the woman Jedi hadn't even moved forward. Blood gushed out of each of the Mandalorian Shock Troopers wounds, and the surviving one looked, with fear in his eyes, at Seja. Suddenly, the Mandalorian's eyes widened in horror as he saw Seja's scar, and his bright, golden eyes.
"You…You're the Mandalorian Slayer…" the Mandalorian stuttered, and Seja rose to his full height, "Yet…you're a shrimp…"
"Surprised…?" Seja mocked, and the Mandalorian took out his vibroblade, "You really want to fight me after learning who I am?"
Suddenly, the Mandalorian's helmet broke in half. Seja smirked as he saw the scruffy Mandalorian looked at him. The Mandalorian shock trooper growled, and Seja continued to stare at him.
"You can attack me at any time, or you can run. The latter might save your life in the long run…" Seja mocked, and the Mandalorian clenched his vibroblade.
"Or you can fight me, when you might have a chance…" Arren told the Mandalorian, walking towards him.
The Mandalorian grinned, and turned around to face Arren. He charged her with a thrust attack. Switching to Shii-cho, she parried his vibroblade, ducked, and spun around slowly, adding centripetal force to the blow. Before the Mandalorian shock trooper could even react, Arren had severed the top of his head from the rest of his skull, exposing his gray matter to the world. The Mandalorian stood there, shocked at how easily he was defeated, and then he fell to the ground like a broken toy.
"Good job, but we have no time," Seja told Arren, who turned off her lightsaber.
Seja took out a datapad which had a map to Taung City, "The slaves, and the POW's, they are located here, in the central building of the city…"
"Then we must get moving, the Republic offensive outside of the City will be broken before too long," Arren told him with a nod.
The two Jedi ran off from the dead Mandalorian Shock Troopers. They ducked into the alleys to prevent themselves from being noticed by the Mandalorian Sentry Droids, and they quietly made their way threw the city. Seja could feel the Mandalore Honor Guard in the city; they had joined the battle against the Republic Forces outside the city. Yet, there were still hundreds of Mandalore Honor Guard still left in the city, and he felt a few of them had skills with the blade comparable to his own.
They ran past a group of Mandalore Honor Guard quietly, who were checking out a Cantina for Republic Spies. One of them slowly turned around as both Jedi disappeared into another alley.
"You saw something?" one of the Honor Guard asked.
"…no…must have been seeing things…"
Seja and Arren started running full speed towards the center of the city. They used their telekinesis to fool another Mandalore Honor Guard patrol by tossing a trashcan down on the other side of the street, distracting the Mandalorians. Silently, they walked down the alley, and they looked around cautiously.
They were reaching their target soon, Seja could feel the anguish that the slaves that the Mandalorians were feeling. They made their way to the building, and watched the guard.
"I'll take out the guard, you free the slaves," Seja whispered to her, as he unclipped his lightsaber.
"Right, good luck," Arren whispered back, and she ran towards the door to the slave quarters.
The guard saw her, and yelled, "Hey!"
He pointed his heavy repeater at her, but heard a snap-hiss from behind him and he turned around to see Seja charging at him. He began firing his blaster wildly, but every single solitary one of his bolts was deflected by the scarred Jedi. Throwing down his repeater blaster, he took out two vibrodaggers and prepared himself for close combat.
As Seja came within melee range, the Mandalorian Guard used one of the vibrodaggers in a thrusting motion. The scarred Jedi sidestepped it, and brought his saber up vertically. Using the centripetal force, the Jedi stomped his left leg and began to turn his lightsaber horizontally.
'Krayt Dragon Tail Slash!' Seja thinks as he throws out his technique with both hands grasping the lightsaber hilt.
Seja's lightsaber moved so fast, it cut threw the Mandalorian's neck without even him knowing. The scarred Jedi turned off his lightsaber, and the Mandalorian's head fell right off its shoulders. With a timely leap, Seja avoided the blood that shot out of the Mandalorian's neck, and then the wound cauterized.
He turned to see Arren successfully opening the lock of the Mandalorian slave quarters. The two Jedi slowly walked threw the doorway, and they could see the slave children, huddling around with their families. One girl, about eleven years old, was sitting alone, away from the other children. She had short red hair, a different shade of red that Callista had, and also a cute face covered in soot, and she was also grasping a blaster with a frightened look on her face.
"Do not worry everyone. We are not here to hurt you," Seja proclaimed calmly, "We are Jedi, and we are here to save you."
"Y-You won't hurt us…" the girl with red hair asked her hands nervously clutching her blaster.
Arren went over to her, "No, we won't hurt you. Trust us…we will protect you from the Mandalorians who want to keep you as slaves at any cost."
The girl nodded, taking her hand off her blaster. Seja walked over to her, and knelt down.
"What is your name? You must have a lot of responsibility to be left her to guard your friends," Seja asked, looking at the girl's green eyes.
"Thank you, Mr. Jedi. My name is Mira," the girl replied, and Seja smiled warmly.
"Don't worry, Mira, we are going to get all of you safe off of Malachor," Arren told her, looking down at the girl, "I have a daughter three years older than you, where's your parents? Are they here with you?"
Mira's eyes then cast down on the flooring, "They…were part of Mandalore's first defense against the Republic…I was carrying ammunition for the Mandalorians when…when…"
Tears swelled up in the girl's eyes, and Seja wiped them away, "I'm sorry that you're parents were killed Mira, do not worry, I won't let that happen to you. I'll make sure get to safety."
The girl nodded, and smiled weakly. Seja stood up, and looked around to see all the slaves in the quarters getting up, many of them were elderly. He looked around, and sighed.
"Now listen," Seja started, getting the slaves' attention, "I want all the young people who can handle a blaster, vibroblade, etc. to keep the elderly in the middle. We are all going to have to fight our way out of the city, the Republic forces won't be able to hold off the Mandalorians for long until reinforcements come…now where is the armory?"
"It's…on the other side of the building," one of the slaves replied, and Seja nodded thanks.
"Arren, stay here and guard them," Seja told his Jedi partner, "I'm going to this place's armory so these men and women can get armed, and armored."
"Good luck," Arren told Seja, patting his shoulder.
The younger Jedi nodded, and ran off. Arren gulped, she could feel several Mandalorians running towards their location, and they were going to be here soon. She kept her hand on her lightsaber, ready to defend the slaves they were freeing from the Mandalorians.
Seja reached the armory in the back of the slave quarters in two minutes. He looked around, and saw there were no guards protecting the doorway. He saw the lock, and dug into his pockets to try to find a security tunneler. He had none.
'Damn…' he thought, and then he ignited his lightsaber, 'I'll have to break in.'
He darted towards the door when two automated defense turrets rose out of the round. He stopped his charge just in time to deflect the chain gun bolts that were being fired by the turrets. Switching to Soresu, he began blocking the plasma bolts. He was slowly being pushed back by the barrage of blaster bolts.
'No wonder why they left it unguarded. These things could hold off an entire army of Republic Soldiers…' Seja thought, and then he realized time was running short, 'I have no time for this, I got to get those supplies to the slaves!'
Using the Force, he leapt into the air with such speed; an after image was left for the turrets to fire at. Bringing his saber over his head, he landed, and horizontally slashed at the right turret, then applied the same attack to the left turret. He back flipped out of the way as both turrets erupted in a simultaneous explosion. He looked up, and saw the door starting to make a creaking noise.
"Huh?" Seja asked out loud, as the door crashed forward, "So much for blast doors."
He ran in, grabbing every blaster rifle, grenade, and armor he could carry. He ran towards the front of the building, and he heard the snap-hiss of a lightsaber activating. He rushed towards the slave quarters, and saw Arren engaging multiple Mandalore Honor Guardsmen. She had slain twelve Mandalore Guardsmen already, and four more rushed at her with vibroblades drawn in a vertical slash.
The Jedi blocked four vibroblades at once, and she was pushed back against the wall. From the door, the young Mira looked on in terror, as well as the slaves. Arren gritted her teeth, as she struggled against the strength of the Mandalorian swordsmen. Taking a gamble, she switched off her lightsaber and let the vibroblades come crashing towards her. Making a timely duck, she let the Mandalorian blades embed themselves in the duracrete wall. The Jedi turned on her lightsaber again, and with a downward vertical slash, she severed all four Mandalorian's arms and legs. As the Mandalorians screamed in pain as they fell, one Mandalorian, who had two massive vibroblades on his hilts approached, and he was wearing a green helmet, of different design than most Mandalorian shock trooper helmets.
"So…who are you…?" Arren asked, panting hard from her recent engagement.
"I am the Mandalore, honored Jedi," the Mandalorian replied, as he began to draw his vibroswords, "How about an honorable wager, Jedi? We face each other in a duel, and whoever comes out alive, can decide the fate of the slaves?"
Another Mandalorian walked up to the Mandalore, "Honored Mandalore, are you sure about this? This Jedi appears to be extremely skilled."
"Yes, I am Serphants," Mandalore told his subordinates, Serphants of the Snake Clan, the third leader of the Honor Guard, "Fall back to your unit, I'll handle this."
Seja slowly put down the armaments as he walked forward. He recognized the Mandalorian who just talked to Mandalore, he was one of those Mandalorians who slaughtered the Republic and Resistance leaders back in Iziz. He watched on as Mandalore drew his two vibroswords, and Arren raised her lightsaber vertically, and spread her legs out in a guard stance.
Arren started to sweat; the Mandalore truly had the look of a great warrior. He was extremely muscular, yet it didn't look like his bulk would hamper his agility or speed. He was also two feet taller than her, leaving her at the size disadvantage during the battle.
Mandalore grunted, and then sprinted into an attack. He flipped his vibroblades so they were pointing towards his back, and Arren prepared herself. Wielding his vibrosword like a knife, Mandalore threw out a punch and brought his blade forward. Arren leapt over him, and retaliated with a vertical slash.
Mandalore blocked her blade with his left vibrosword, and with minimum effort, he pushed her off her feet using pure physical strength. As Arren stumbled backwards, Mandalore turned on his heel, flipped his left vibrosword to the front of his body, and threw out a stab. The female Jedi narrowly avoided the thrust, and she parried Mandalore's vibrosword before falling on her feet.
She rolled out of the way as Mandalore slammed his vibrosword down on her, and she raised her hand and threw leader of the Mandalorians back with a Force Push. Mandalore grunted as he back flipped and remarkably landed on his feet. Arren's eyes widened as the Mandalore charged at her once more his blades held high over his head.
Quickly, she brought her lightsaber up to block the two blades, and prepared herself to keep fighting if she could. The two vibroswords slammed down onto Arren's lightsaber blade, and she heard a crunch come from her legs. Her eyes widened in pain, as she realized what happened. Mandalore's awesome strength was so much, with one blow; her legs had given out with the blades not even touching them. Gritting her teeth, she tried to get up, and she bit her lip as she fell back onto her knees.
"You were a worthy challenge, Jedi. For a female warrior, you are most exceptional," Mandalore commented, pointing his right vibrosword at neck, "You are beaten, yet you fought honorably and admirably, it was a pleasure doing battle with you."
"D-Don't…think I'm finished yet…" Arren panted threw the pain, and even while she was on her knees, she used all her strength to launch her lightsaber up at Mandalore's vibrosword, knocking it away from her throat.
Mandalore retaliated with a spinning hook kick to her face, and she crumpled onto the ground. Threw sheer force of will, she managed to get back onto her knees, and weakly put up a Shii-cho guard. Mandalore roared, and slammed his left vibrosword at the base of her lightsaber, cutting it in two, and with his right, he slashed threw her robes at her belly. Screaming in pain, the female Jedi doubled over, and Seja knew it was his time to fight.
"Defiant until the last, like a true Mandalorian, before you die, Jedi, I must know your name," Mandalore asked, looking down at Arren.
"Arren…Kae…wife to General Yusanis Kae of the Echani…"Arren replied, blood spitting out of her mouth.
Seja walked forward, seeing Arren's dying body, and he sighed, "Mandalore, you have a new challenger now!"
"Who the hell are you?" Mandalore retorted, and then he looked at Seja more closely, "Wait…brown hair…a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek…? So you are the fabled Mandalorian Slayer…this is an indeed an honor."
"Same rules that you gave Arren. If I defeat you, you let the slaves go, and let us leave peacefully," Seja proposed, his eyes shifting to their golden killing color.
"Yes, those are the same honorable terms I gave your friend, and they will apply to you, so as the will of Mandalore," Mandalore replied, and Serphants walked forward, "Serphants, I ordered you to stay with your unit."
"With all respect, Mandalore, but I think you are unfit for this challenge," Serphants replied with a bow, and Mandalore, even threw his mask, gave his subordinate a perplexed look, "The Jedi, Arren Kae, did more damage to your vibroswords than anticipated."
Mandalore then looked down to his two vibroswords, which had the evidence of his duel with Arren present. They were cracked, chipped, and unfit for battle at this moment: they needed to be repaired.
"So, what do you propose I do, Serphants? This is a battle of honor, and it needs to be fought," Mandalore inquired his subordinate, reluctantly sheathing his blades.
"I'll take your duel for you, Mandalore. I've been awaiting this battle since Iziz…" Serphants replied, a smirk forming on his face.
"Very well, Serphants. I'll leave this battle to you, but do not take long. Republic Forces have broken through our lines, and will be here soon," Mandalore ordered, and Serphants nodded.
Serphants brought his hand to his hip, and slowly unsheathed his vibrosword. Seja ignited his lightsaber, not expecting what fighting style this Mandalorian would take. Serphants spread his legs out, and sunk into a strange guard stance. He raised his left hand, and pointed it at Seja, and then he brought his blade up and pointed it right at the scarred Jedi. He aimed at the Jedi with his blade, and smirked.
Serphants launched himself off his right leg, and charged at Seja with remarkable speed. The scarred Jedi readied himself and Serphants threw his arm down, thrusting his right hand towards Seja…
To be continued…
A/N: I did some research on the Lightsaber Styles and I found out that the Shien Style is called "The Way of the Krayt Dragon", so when naming the attacks, I wasn't entirely off based when naming Seja's Super Shien attacks. I hoped you like my characterization of Arren Kae, and since we had no introduction to her except her name from her daughter, Brianna, I had a lot of freedom to work with. Oh, how did you like the first aspects of Malak's fall? I tried to foreshadow future events in the Star Wars universe with this chapter.
Well, I hope you like it. Please read and review.