Thank you for the first reviews Naberrie Skyler & miss-AZ! Glad you like it and thanks for being my first reviewers sadly Traya is out for bad but her target is not to ruin Anakin and Padmé's relationship, in fact is so much more and she is going to have help… you'll see why. I was thinking of bringing Darth Sidious back as well it would be strange if the Empire is trying to fight the new Republic and Traya at the same time and vise versa. Besides I did a little research on the planet Byss on wikipedia, good place that now one knows about but for now there is only Admiral Daala and Carida. Whoops said to much.

Chapter 4: The Graveyard World pt. 2

Malachor V is nothing but the fraction of the dead planet it once was. It is now an over size asteroid, still big enough to be captured and held by it's sun's gravitational pull but small enough that it just barely clings to a habitable atmosphere. It is dead, it has a green look as a cause of its core, and it is the graveyard to thousands of Old Republic solders who lived four thousand years before the Emperor's reign as well as the graveyard to many of the Mandalorians. This was the site of the deadliest battle in the Mandalorian Wars, where Revan of the Sith wiped them all out, the home of the dead.

The home of the former Trayus Academy, the academy a Sith Lady called Darth Traya founded. In the core of this broken and old academy lies a forming skeleton. Out of dust grows its bones and on these bones grow muscles and organs, followed by formation of Sith robes and then skin. It grows snow white hair and holders which shapes it into two strands going down either shoulder. The old woman stands up and raises a hood. Her eyes are black, glassy water like black, black of diseased eyes. This is Darth Traya, one of the most cunning Sith.

Traya stood up, she looked around and at her self. She could of course not see, not as we do. She perceived things through the Force. She looked up and laughed. She extended a long nailed hand and a lightsaber hilt formed into it out of metallic looking dust. She pressed its black activation button and with a snap-hiss that echoed down into the pit below her it cast out its blood red blade. She twirled it and flipped it, and gave an approving nod.

She pressed the button again and the blade shrank away, she clipped its hilt to her belt and strode off across a stone bridge leading into her academy.

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She crossed it's corridors, she crossed room after room looking for something. She found it in the seventeenth room she looked in. A body of cracked and black skin, held together by the Force, dead in the sense of it. But waiting to be… reactivated. She pressed her hand to its bald skull and willed it to live. The body grunted and hoisted itself up. Traya smiled and another lightsaber formed in her hand. She gave it to the man, he did not look at it. He could not see, he could only sense. His brown eye stared into nothingness. But his other eye lacked a pupil, it was bone white and blood shot. This mans name was Darth Sion, he is held together by pure hatred. Traya smiled at her old apprentice.

"Welcome Lord Sion, to the future." She said in her smooth silky voice. Sion twitched a blind eye and looked at her.

"The future, my old master?" Sion asked. His voice was unlike hers, rough and gravelly. It had an unnatural echoing tone.

"Yes, we are four thousand years into the future from our old time, this is the perfect opportunity to complete my goal and destroy the Force. You can help me."

Sion activated his own blood red blade with a snap, but no hiss. It hummed as he flipped it and held it in the stance of lightsaber form seven Juyo/ Vaapad.

"What makes you think I will help you."

"Put down your weapon you are pathetic and you are no match for me."

"Them come on and attack me! Master."

"I have no doubt that you would best me in saber combat but of Force combat you know nothing. I could crush you right here and now with a mere thought, this is something you will never understand and you never will. You failed me, failed to learn from my teachings. You can redeem yourself by following me."

"What is in it for me?"

"You have a lust for blood. My plan can satisfy it."

"Impossible."

"You think you cannot satisfy your need to kill? You can for you are not your old partner. The one who hungers for power. I will not speak his name, he was a disgrace. You can satisfy your hunger."

"What will you have me do then?"

"First I will join the ranks of the new Jedi order. It is pathetic, it has four masters, two of which are Sith. It has a Padawan who is far enough in training that she is required to be on the council, and two Padawans that have no experience. I was a Jedi master and with a slight demonstration of power I will have a seat on their broken council and a Padawan of my own."

"And, where do I fit in?"

"You will go elsewhere, this Republic was a former Empire and as you can imagine there are still remnants of that Empire. The most secret and promising of those are a fleet of four star ships in the black hole cluster near the planet Kessel, they are led by an Admiral Daala. I want you to show Daala you are powerful and she will let you lead her fleet. Attack in places that are vulnerable, the Republic will see you as a threat and all the Jedi will be called into action, there you will help me destroy them as I betray them as well as the former Sith."

"It sounds like a good plan… I agree."

"Good, if you didn't I would have to kill you and form an entirely new plan. Now there is a matter of getting off Malachor."

"That is impossible."

"Not quite."

"How so?"

"I'll resurrect a ship the same way I did our lightsabers. Speaking of which," Traya produced a small green crystal from a pocket in her robes. "I should install this one on our way to Coruscant, if that is I am going to join the ranks of the Jedi."

"Why green?"

"Because blue is the color of the Jedi who's main focus is fighting skills, that's handy when in a lightsaber duel perhaps but green is the color of the Jedi who's main focus is negotiation and Force power which are my main strengths. Besides there are no violet crystals around here. Lets go, I hate this place."

"Why?"

"You needn't ask Sion, lest you wish to be beheaded."

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Traya and her apprentice walked across the crumbling stone bridge that led to the former Trayaus academy, it crumbled more with every step each one took, pieces fell but never made a sound even when they hit the ground below. Yes, there was a pit under then and it was that enormous.

Traya was the first to touch the solid dead ground of Malachor V, Sion followed two strides behind and when he stepped off of the bridge it collapsed entirely leaving no entrance to the academy. Sion watched it fall as it gave way, though he more sensed it, or heard it cutting through the thin air of Malachor. Traya's attention was focused elsewhere, towards a cliff overlooking the academy, on it were many parts to an old ship. Traya found them all in the Force and put a hold on them, even every single piece of metallic dust from the decomposed parts to the ship.

She felt how each one fitted together and put them that way, and suddenly there was a medium sized Old Republic armed cargo transport in front of her, landing struts ejected and ramp down. Sion turned as the last speck of dust found its place on the hull. Traya smiled in satisfaction.

"Perfect, this will get us off Malachor and to Coruscant where the Jedi dwell, there you can get another ship or use this one my apprentice and join Admiral Daala."

"How do you know all of this?"

Traya turned to him right there and zapped him with a strong does of Force lightning in pure frustration.

"You have been dead four thousand years and still have not learned! I know because I was one with the Force as were you and every single dead Sith Lord! When you are one with the Force you don't tend to end and you tend to be used as power, when used you can see things in the universe. I know everything and your ignorance of power has kept you from doing the same. That is your failure Sion, you fail to learn! Now on the ship."

Sion's face flashed with anger but he obeyed and boarded the resurrected ship with Traya at his heels still fuming that he had not learned a single thing.

Next Chapter: The Ship

And there you go, return of Traya, the reason she formed out of dust is because of decomposition, technically she would be nothing but dust on Malachor….