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Hyperspace, aboard The Vengeance

A lone man stood at the bridge of the massive Sith cruiser, watching the blue swirl of hyperspace go by. Tall and mysterious, he was dressed in heavy black robes that were still flexible enough to allow great movement; at his side was a golden lightsaber hilt. He wore a fearsome looking black mask with red bands to hide his grotesque facial features, twisted and scarred from years of battle and usage of the darkside. All that showed of his face where his red and yellow eyes. The swish of a door opening and closing could be heard through the silence. A smaller woman entered, she was tall and had bonny spikes instead of hair, what hadn't grayed at least. Her pale grayish yellow face was covered in tattoos and her eyes were also red. The sickly looking woman walked behind the tall, dark figure standing before the window and dropped to the floor on her knees with her head bent down. She waited to be addressed. "You may rise, General Fayette," said the deep and raspy voice of the powerful man.

Rising she said, "I have the maps you requested my Lord." The man turned to face her and she trembled in her place at his power. "And I also have the location of the Republic stronghold on Naboo."

"Good," he said. "Soon Revan and the shall be dead and the Republic along with him, and the Sith shall once again dominate the galaxy!"

"But Lord Ferrous, Revan has evaded you many…" she dropped to her knees and gasped for air as her entire body felt like it was being crushed.

"Never question me! Tonight Revan shall know his days are numbered!" he proclaimed, letting her body drop to the ground and stormed out of the room.

Dantooine, the Chancellor's grand ball

"I hate these things, I hate these things," repeated Caleb.

"Get over it," stated Revan as they all stood in front of the large crowd preparing to receive their medals. "You're not the one that has to tell them that they have to go back to war."

"True, but they are all staring at me, it makes me feel uncomfortable and I have a bad feeling about this."

"Oh shush, love. Of course they are going to be staring at you, you saved all of their lives," said Brianna shaking her head at him. "Just be happy and smile and all the pretty people and be let them be grateful."

Caleb sighed and stood between Revan and his new wife as Chancellor Vanis pinned the medals to their formal Jedi robes and proceeded to make her speech to the assembly. "Today we are here to honor the brave heroes of the Republic, who have placed themselves in danger again and again to keep this galaxy safe for all to live. These brave men and women before and those that have traveled with them have sacrificed much, some have even sacrificed their lives. We the citizens of the Republic are forever indebted to you." Outside the celebration, a dark figure lurked in the shadows of the corridors. Waiting for the moment to strike, the assassin stayed silent. The assassin was wearing black Dark Jedi robes to blend in with the dark and ornate hallways. She crouched on the crimson carpet by the doorway to a balcony and watched a pair Jedi have a personal exchange.

After the Chancellor's speech was over and people stopped fawning all over him, Caleb decided to grab a drink and head for some fresh air. Noticing his lover across the room speaking with Mira and Visas Mar, he decided to retreat to one of the many balconies of the newly rebuilt state building on Dantooine. Caleb leaned against the cool marble stone of the balustrade as the chilled night air filled his body. I really hate parties, he thought to himself as he looked on at the vast heavens.

Brianna decided to leave her conversation with her friends to see where her husband went off. She knew he hated parties, and she didn't want him to have to be alone all night, well at least until they got back to the enclave, she thought to herself with a smile. "What are you smiling about shorty?" Mira joked about Brianna; she knew the young warrior was sensitive about her height.

"Nothing, its… nothing," she continued to smirk. "I'm going to see where Caleb went." The other two smiled knowingly as she walked off into the crowds of humans and aliens. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that plagued her. The Echani did have battle precognition, maybe the war was just setting hers off she thought as she worked her way around some Rodian senators. Maybe Caleb could help set her unease to rest, he always had a way of making her feel safe and wanted. Tonight couldn't be any different. She walked slowly down the dark halls searching for Caleb. The dark sensation she had at the ceremony began to smother her and she began to run. Gasping for breath, she collapsed onto a balcony into a pair of arms. Brianna inhaled sharply and reached for her lightsaber as a hand covered her mouth.

"Whoa, whoa! Put that damn thing away before you spend the rest of your life alone woman!" it was Caleb.

"Shit!" she screamed. "I could have killed you, you Nerf Herder!" she smacked his chest with her fist and he let her stand up, still keeping his arms around her. She then clung to him desperately and tried to slow her breathing and the feeling that they were not alone crept up her spine again. Caleb could feel her warm breath against his chest, the sweat upon her brow, and most of all her could feel her discomfort and agony over their bond. He pulled her tighter to him and gently began to stroke her soft, white hair.

"Shhh," he soothed gently into her ear. "It's okay I'm here now." Ideas on what had upset her so bombarded his head as her fear and pain flooded their bond. Another wave of cold hatred flooded her senses and she began to shiver almost feverishly. He could feel her cold, clammy, yet iron grip tighten on his forearms as she gritted her teeth and made a few soft noises of pain and exasperation. She began to pale in pallor as Caleb started to sense a dark presence behind them. Brianna looked up from his chest to see a pair of glowing red eyes and the sliver shine of a vibroknife rear back ready to slash at Caleb. She quickly pulled her lightsaber to her hand and fought the pain to reach around his back and slice of the hand with the vibroknife. Some of her pain and the darkness subsided a small amount as Caleb whipped around and saw the figure writhing on the ground in pain, clutching the remainder of a smoking stub where its hand had once been. Caleb heard Brianna sink to her knees in exhaustion and pain and checked their bond to see if she was alright while he stared at the would be killer. She was fine, simply shaken and exhausted from the mysterious attack on her senses. That would have to be worked out latter, for now she had just lobed off the hand of someone that tried to stab him in his back. The darkside flowed freely throughout the balcony centering itself on the person before him. "Who are you?" He demanded firmly pulling out his lightsaber as reinforcement of how unforgiving and serious he was. His tone left no room for argument.

"I am the death of the light!" hissed the dark assassin. It shifted slightly giving Caleb the chance to notice that the would-be assassin was female.

"I said 'who are you?' don't give me some bullshit 'oh I'm evil look at me' because believe me lady, I've heard them all! Now tell me before I cut something else off!"

"You would give into the darkness to hear a name? How strong of a Jedi you are."

"I have so tasted darkness that it has no effect on my actions anymore. I do what I do and it is of no consequence to me. Now tell me who you are or make your life a living hell!" He knew killing her would be of no use to him. Brianna heard what he said as she slipped in and out of consciousness on her hands and knees. He had never told her about that, but somehow she knew he was right. Her last conscious thought was that she would confront him on it latter. Caleb soon felt nothing on the other end of their bond but cold static as he interrogated the female assassin yet again. He took his ignited lightsaber and stuck it against her neck.

She could feel its heat against her skin and said, "My life means nothing! By the end of this war you and all you care about will be dead, my master has foreseen it!" She ripped off her mask for him to see her face. It was an ugly gray color with her flesh almost peeling off of her face. Her eyes were a bright and violent shade of golden-red and the skin around them was as black as her soul appeared to be.

"You're a Sith!" exclaimed Caleb.

"Kill me! Because you will get nothing else out of me!" She moved her neck up to expose it more.

"I shouldn't, it's not very Jedi-like," said Caleb lowering his lightsaber slightly and shaking his head.

"You said it yourself, you aren't a Jedi, I can smell it on you. You were meant for great things warrior, not with the Jedi, maybe not even the Sith. It's a pity, you would have made a fine Sith Lord."

"I will never walk that line again." Caleb said firmly, narrowing his eyes and tightening the grip on his lightsaber.

"Then your life is forfeit!" She lunged at him so he quickly brought his blue double-bladed lightsaber up and it caught the Sith in the chest. She slumped to the ground and Caleb stood over her for a few moments before he turned his attention over to Brianna who lay on the ground out cold. He knelt down beside her and checked her pulse, she had a strong heartbeat still but she felt cold and sweaty. He wanted to get her out of there, but he knew something big was about to happen at the ball, the Sith assassin couldn't have been working alone. And Caleb had a feeling that the target was Revan, not himself. So he scooped her up into his arms and then draped her one of his shoulders so he could use his lightsaber with the other. Placing one hand on the small of her back he positioned her so she would be comfortable and then began to walk back to the main room of the building. He began to wonder what people would say or think when he walked in the room with his wife over his shoulder and told them all that there was a Sith attack going on. Suddenly his senses flared and he knew something was going to happen back in the ballroom. Caleb began to run down the hall towards the large wooden doors that were the entrance to the room.

Brianna began to regain conciseness and felt like she had been sleeping for days. Why did it feel like she was moving somewhere? She finally opened her eyes to find the most magnificent view she had ever gazed upon… Caleb's fantastic hind end.

Caleb suddenly felt and heard a sharp smack across his rear and stopped running. He slid Brianna's body down his and stood her on the ground, she had a sly look on her face as he said, "What happened back there? You looked petrified and then that assassin showed up, you cut off her arm then passed out. What's wrong?"

The look of genuine concern on his face touched her, but now was not the time for this, something terrible was about to happen and she couldn't shake that feeling of dread. "I promise, I'll tell you latter. But I want to know what happened back there, with you and what you said about the darkside, tell me that latter too." He nodded and gave her a brief hug. She began to walk towards the door and ignited both her cyan and orange lightsabers. Caleb followed her and went to open the door; the darkside seemed to be pouring out of the cracks of the heavy organic wooden door, but the door was locked from the inside. He looked over at Bria's confused and worried face. "We have to get inside, something is going to happen, I can sense it!"

"Is that what's been bothering you? Your battle precognition?" He said gently, moving close to her and placing his hands lightly on her upper arms. "Please, tell me, what's wrong?" She looked into his warm brown eyes and closed her own deep blue pools.

"I'm not sure, but I know that something horrible is coming. We have to get inside, now." An explosion sounded from inside the room and both the Jedi jumped. Caleb let her go and took his lightsaber and jammed it into the lock, his face in a grimace as he twisted the glowing saber tighter. The lock began to glow yellowish-red and became molten, and then started to melt away completely. Finally the lock gave way and Brianna kicked in the door and they both rushed in, lightsabers drawn and ignited. The scene was one of utter chaos, fire burning in the far right corner of the ballroom and there were a few bodies strewn across the floor. Closer to the center of the room, the Chancellor was pulling herself across the floor, her face knotted up in agony, one of her legs was completely cut off at the thigh and she was bleeding from a cut on her arm profusely. Revan was near by fighting off a large Sith warrior with a lightsaber and Bastila was off to his right trying to stop more from coming at her lover and the Chancellor. Canderous and HK-47 both had their Mandalorian Heavy blasters out and were firing at oncoming Sith while Carth ran to the Chancellor. At the rate the dark warriors were entering the room, it seemed like they had brought an army and were attacking Dantooine. Visas, Mira, and Atton couldn't be seen from the smoke and fire, but the hum and faint color of more lightsabers could be seen in the far side of the room. The cries of the dead and dying filled the room as the smoke consumed most of the air.

Atton Rand slashed upwards at a Sith Assassin that force jumped at him from the side. The dark warrior collapsed to the floor in a heap, landing in a small pool of blood that had collected from a man that had been killed in the blast. The smoke was choking him and starting to fog his senses. Somewhere behind him, Visas was trying to rescue some dignitaries trapped behind a collapsed wall. The Miraluka used the force to toss aside the burning debris that covered four of the core world senators and several dead bodies as well. The stench of burn flesh was nearly overwhelming to Atton so he turned around to try to get downwind of the billowing smoke. As he turned he noticed the tall figure in black standing in front of him, holding Mira by the arms with a crimson lightsaber to her soft, pale neck. Atton's brown eyes widened with fear as he saw her fear filled face and watched her futile attempts to struggle away from her assailant to no avail. Atton could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he saw the fear reflecting in her bright green eyes. The eyes he loved.

"Jedi, you have a choice," the looming black figure said menacingly, "join me or she dies."

Mira felt almost panicked as she stood helpless against the hands of fate that held her now. Atton had walked the darkside before, he had killed many Jedi during his stint with the Sith and if he were to return to them, he would become a deadly asset to the downfall of the galaxy. It wasn't fear for the galaxy that scared her, nor was it even fear for her own life, it was the fear that she didn't want to live without him.

Atton was faced with a choice he could not make: on one hand, he could join the darkside and condemn himself to a lifetime of suffering, but at least Mira would be free and alive, but if he stayed the path of the light, he would lose the one thing keeping him there to begin with. It was a lose, lose situation. He knew what he had to do, and he hopped Mira could forgive him someday.

TBC….. yeah I'm that evil.