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Chapter Six- A Shard of Life

The dark force ebbed, as the two Sith Lords broke their meditation. They fed off the death that they had created. Relishing its taste… its feel. Their power grew, and passion filled them. They were invulnerable.

Darth Nebulous frowned beneath his mask. Something was not right; he had felt a severance in the Force. His mind darted through the possibilities. The solution glared at him, and the wound in the force became unmistakable.

"There was a Jedi on Utapau." Anger rose within him. "And they did not have the courtesy to die."

"How did they survive?" Detritus asked sharply.

Nebulous glowered. "They have learned the Exile's secret. Apprentice, take care of this loose thread… before it has the chance to turn into a thorn, as she was for our ancestors."

"Ironic, really." Detritus whispered

Nebulous eyed his apprentice.

"The man, who killed her, wore this mask." Detritus paused. "Now I will kill this new wound."
Nebulous nodded. "Use the Force well. Be quick for the galaxy waits to be conquered."

Detritus bowed and left his master's presence. As he did so, he whispered to himself.

"Oh, I know, Nebulous…"

As Detritus walked about the dead planet, he absorbed the pain. It made him strong. Through the Force, he felt the weak echoes that led to the wound. He had not felt the echoes until now, and knew he must be close.

He reached what had been the Republic's command post. His eyes sifted through the dead, until they rested upon a pair of Jedi robes. He moved to stand over the figure, who in all appearance was dead. Detritus knelt and pushed the Jedi on to his back. His hand moved to the Jedi's throat and he felt the faint sporadic pulse. Detritus scrutinized the man's bearded face, and found only the weakness of a Jedi.

"I know my powers cannot touch you, but this can." He said mockingly as his lightsaber blazed to life. Obi-wan's face was illuminated in an eerie red light. "Now, Jedi, you die here with all your other comrades."

Detritus froze when he heard the familiar buzz of lightsabers being ignited behind him. Slowly, he turned as a threatening voice filled the crisp air.

"You will not touch him."

"Revan Spawn!" He spat the words out in distaste. Slowly, the Sith Lord rose to his full height. "What will you do, if I kill him?"

"I will kill you." Her gray-blue eyes were alight with cold fire.

"I would have it no other way," Detritus laughed haughtily. "Because I have no qualms in ending yours."

"No? You forget who I am." Her uneven cropped hair rippled as her head tilted.

"No, Ravelin, I do not forget who your grandmother is. She keeps herself alive out of spite, but for how long? Then we shall see how arrogant you are when you no longer have her protection."

"I don't need her protection!" She shouted, as she rushed at Detritus.

Her two blades of silver and blue light met with his red. The Sith Lord forgot the unconscious Jedi, and turned his attention to the fiery women before him. This was not the first time he had fought her, nor would it be the last. He marveled at her control as the blades flowed, striking at his weaknesses, which he was forced to quickly cover. Her own weakness, Detritus could feel, but he could not guess what it was; it vexed him. The duel moved away from the command post. The two combatants locked. Detritus hurled his weight against her, waiting for her to crumple. Her young, face contorted with the effort.

Contented, Detritus slowly lowered his guard, only to be surprised when Ravelin fell to the ground nearly slicing his legs. He leapt from her using the force. The amused light vanished from his eyes. Anger rose, taking control of his actions. He lashed against timed moves. Reason was beyond him. He ignored the reality that she led him away from his prey. Together, they drifted toward the edge of a crater, and only then, did Detritus see the danger in his actions. His mind-regained control over his passion, but it was too late. Her next moves came quick and well placed. With in seconds, he found himself falling into the chasm.

He commanded the force to him. Throwing himself to the rock wall, he held strong. Detritus peered up at her, as she cautiously eyed him.

His mouth, dried from the battle, dampened with bile. "You may have won this one victory, Ravelin, but it will not last. He will meet his fate eventually, just as you will yours. I promise, you, this… I will be the one who kills you. You will beg for mercy before my feet."

"I would think you were above meaningless threats." She called as the Sith Lord vanished. Ravelin knew better to trust his word of acquiesce and hurried back to the injured Jedi.

The Jedi lay sprawled where Detritus had left him. Ravelin's eyes ran over his unconscious form, gauging the damage that the Sith Lords had inflicted on him. 'How did they learn to release power such as the Shadow Generator… to all but destroy a whole planet.' It was a troubling thought. 'Now how to get you back to my ship, my friend.' Ravelin's hand grasped his arm and pulled him into a sitting position. Using the Force, as a counter-weight, she hoisted the Jedi on to her shoulder.

"You need to loose some weight." She muttered as she stumbled in the direction of her ship.

"Inquiry: Master, what do you plan to do with this pathetic meatbag?"

Ravelin heaved the broken Jedi onboard the ship. Her breaths came in ragged gasps. Her grey eyes looked at the rust colored assassin droid, and broke down in laughter.

Eventually awareness returned. "HK, help me get him back into the medical bay. Then I'll need you to fly us to Coruscant."

"Inquiry: And where will you be during this, Master?"

"With the patient, of course."

"Humorous retort: Since when have you possessed the healing touch?"

"Just help me get him into the bay and then fly this ship."

With the droid's assistance, the Jedi was laid on the medical bed. There Ravelin proceeded to examine him more closely. His pulse grew fainter. His force presence could not be felt. He had completely severed himself from the Force, Ravelin reasoned. Her hands felt the pulse stop. 'I have to do something… I can't let him die.'

"HK, alert me when we get to Coruscant. No matter what wake me when we get there. You need me to be able to land at the Jedi Temple."

The assassin droid left the bay, leaving Ravelin alone with the unconscious man. Her delicate fingers grasped his wrist feeling the wavering pulse. 'He's dieing.' Ravelin felt her anxiety of being an inept healer rise. The pulse faltered, and then there was none. Withdrawing her fingers, she silently prepared. She refused to give in as it went against her nature. 'After that rescue, you have no right to die!' Her eyes closed as she went deep into meditation. The technique would drain her, that she understood, but there was no other choice. The Jedi no longer possessed the ability to heal himself, so she would have to do it for him.

He was hard to trace through the Force, but with the help of a guiding force Ravelin found him. They connected, and after braving the pained echoes that moved through him, she poured her own life Force into his battered being. Through their connection, she felt him strengthen. When she was certain he would make the journey to Coruscant, she withdrew. Fatigue overwhelmed her, and she buckled to the floor.

Their lives had become one.

Author's Note: How did HK-47 survive 4,000 years of time and wear, you ask? My explanation: Being a relic of Revan, he and a certain utility droid were well maintained of the Revanites, those who continued the fight against the Sith. This is science fiction… anything can happen.