A/N: Sorry for the misnaming of the last chapter. If you read it and noticed, it was labeled "Chapter 6," where in fact it should be named "Chapter 7". So I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
Chapter 7
The Crimson Corridor. The area in Coruscant where a great many dealings had taken place, dealings that shall we say, were more or less along the lines of treason against the Republic, or even among the smugglers and thieves and such themselves. Either way, the Crimson Corridor had a reputation for being the worst place on Coruscant. The Crimson Corridor was poorly lit. Any light that this area of Coruscant received, was enjoyed, but short lived because of how deep it was into Coruscant. In the Crimson Corridor, aside from the many bounty hunters, smugglers, former war heroes, etcetera, there were the…to put it politely, scavengers. They ate whatever they could get their grubby hands on. They only added to the problems that consisted within the Crimson Corridor.
Jedi Padawans Sarai and Jun were silent as they rode their speeder bikes on both sides of Sarai's Jedi Master Refta Kalt. They made a few turns and landed their speeder bikes in the shadows of a building. But as they landed their speeder bikes, the mass of scavengers ran out towards them. Jun Yarks saw these people as an immediate threat and drew his lightsaber, igniting it. The green blade hissing to life as he waved it gently at first, trying to scare them off. This wasn't going to work, he conceded to himself.
Jedi Padwan Sarai and Master Rafta Kalt drew their lightsabers. Sarai's yellow blade came to life with the yellow-white glow as she waved it in the air in front of her. Master Kalt's came to life as well, the green blade spinning in the air. He looked at the scavengers as the three Jedi moved their blades as not to hurt them but to scare them off. And successfully, they did so. Master Rafta Kalt sighed in relief as he powered down his blade, the two Padawans following in his example. "Alright, we're going to stop for a drink at the "Golden Tike." We have a contact there," The Jedi Master told the two padawans. They both nodded and the Jedi Master led the way.
They made it to the "Golden Tike" and walked in. Immediately, the Jedi Master and the would-be Jedi felt the tension in the air. They walked to the counter where a young Korrunai, who looked only to be about twenty or so, greeted them with a sincere smile. "Master Kalt, great to see you again!" The Korrunai exclaimed happily. Master Rafta Kalt smiled. "Hello Nick. These two are Padawan Sarai and Padawan Jun." The two Padawan bowed respectfully. Nick waved, and he got them the drinks that Master Kalt was about to order. Nick knew what Master Kalt wanted, and got the two Padawan what they wanted.
"Nick and I have known each other for a while young Padawans." Master Kalt had said. Nick nodded. "Yeah, Master Windu was the one who actually got me out of where I was. There was a war on my planet that…was ongoing and always would be. So, I came back, and became part of the Republic's army. I've been stationed here for a while. Mainly for…" Sarai and Jun got the idea. He had to stop there. That was when Kalt looked at Nick and Nick nodded. The two Padawan were about to have their fun when Nick bent down, as if picking something up and then came up sporting an RC6-JK Blaster Rifle. The Rifle itself could spit out about six blaster shots a shot and was the size of a regular blaster rifle.
Nick fired and nailed a bounty hunter in the head as Sarai and Jun ignited their lightsabers, Jedi Master Kalt following their example this time and sliced off the hands of a Bounty Hunter aiming at them. Sarai then looked at her master. "Master! Battle droids!" She screamed out as droids walked in and began blasting away at the Jedi. They deflected the shots as Nick started firing, and had to reload.
One of the droids blasted, and the three Jedi missed the block and Nick took one in the hip. He wasn't wearing armor, so he was caught and he flew back into the countertop as he saw the blood gushing. Master Kalt saw this, and looked at Nick. "Nick are you alright?" He roared over the blaster rifles noises. Nick slowly stood up. "Yeah, come on! Let's go out the backdoor!" The Smell of burnt air was strong. Crimson red bolts sizzled against lightsaber blades and were deflected back at the droids.
They made it outside where there was an ever bigger swarm of droids. There was about twenty of them. They could take them. As long as they didn't get boxed in.
This unfortunately is what happened. And out of the shadows rolled the Destroyer Droids. Nick started firing at the battle droids when the Destroyer Droids, without any way to stop it fired. As Master Kalt and the two Padwans deflected the shots from the Battle Droids, it was too late for them to notice the blaster bolt that caught Nick in the back of the head. Nick stopped shooting for a brief second. The world slowing down. Then, his finger instinctively, as a dying last resort, turned his blaster up to full power, and blasted the barricade of droids surrounding the Jedi. Nick fell. Blood poured out of the back of his head as he laid there, his famous smile staying upon his face.
Jedi Master Rafta Kalt, who had developed his own style of lightsaber fighting known as "The Dancing Rancor," fell deeply into it. The force took a hold of him and be jumped out of the encampment that surrounded them. He flipped over the droids in front of him, and began slicing away, his body becoming a blur, the only thing able to be seen of him was the green-white light of his lightsaber slicing away.
The most dangerous thing about Master Kalt's fighting style was the fact that it was unpredictable, and it caused the user to go into a state of unawareness of its surroundings. Master Kalt's movements were fast as he sliced the droids away. But as his movements became faster, there was something he didn't anticipate.
As Sarai and Jun fought off the destroyers, Sarai turned just in time to see her Master caught in the back, and then once in the chest. Her world stopped as she saw him fall, his blade powered on still. She ran to him, tears in her eyes as she bent down by him. He looked up at her. She was about to cry. "…Master…please. Don't…leave me…" Master Kalt looked up at her. "Never…my Padawan…" And then he died. Jun picked up his lightsabers as Sarai used her master's technique. Sarai picked up her master's lightsaber and began her rampage. She fell into the force, twirling her blade against the droids, cutting them down as Jun ran at the destroyers, faster now than they could anticipate and sliced them down. Then, they stopped, and looked at each other. Jun took the blade from her, and powered it down. Jun looked at her. "We have to go back to the temple and report this Sarai." Sarai was about to answer when a voice hit her mind.
"Do not go with him. The council will do nothing young Jedi. They will only dismiss it as they have the others."
Sarai looked at him. "…You don't care do you?" She cried out at him. The voice hit her mind again. "He takes your master's lightsaber as a blatant sign of disrespect. He could care less that your master is dead Sarai." She looked at him, with the force, taking the lightsaber back and ignited it.
Jun ignited his blade again. "What are you doing Sarai?" He parried the attacks that were sent at him. He could feel her hatred. She swung at him, one for his legs, and the other for his head. He jumped over her, and started running when she jumped at him, the blade just missing him. She swung at him and his blade collided. Sarai looked at him. "This is all your fault Jun! You're stupid! You didn't even try to help him!" Sarai cried out at him. Jun looked at her. "NO IT ISN'T SARAI! IT WASN'T ANYONE'S FAULT!" But Jun was yelling at deaf ears. The voice, that mysterious voice was inside of Sarai's mind again.
"Kill him. He'll tell the council…they will punish you and leave your dead master un-avenged."
Sarai looked at him and faked him out. As she swung at his head, he went to parry and in an instant, the hand with which is lightsaber was held in, was gone. He looked at it in shock, the pain not yet hitting him. But he didn't have time to feel the pain. In another instant, Sarai rammed her blade into his chest, Jun falling dead.
"What…have I done? I killed…a fellow Padawan…I have to get off Coruscant." And then she started to run.
Darth Xereon gave a thin smile as he looked at Darth Maul. "And so, the seed has been planted. She will become my apprentice and she will help us in our goal to destroy the Jedi." Darth Maul nodded as they stood at their ship hidden in one of the warehouse districts on Coruscant. They had to leave soon anyway before risking getting caught. Darth Maul himself gave a menacing grin. It was only ten years ago that he had slain two Jedi in the same day, here in the very Crimson Corridor.
Obi-wan Kenobi, Rae Delvae, and Anakin Skywalker bowed to the Jedi Council. Mace Windu was representing them now. Master Yoda would be back shortly, from his trip to Kashyyyk. Mace Windu looked at Obi-wan. "Master Kenobi, you and Skywalker and Miss Delvae shall go to the Crimson Corridor. We fear there may be trouble with the trials that Master Rafta Kalt's padawan Sarai and my Padawan Jun are involved in. You will go and help out, if necessary." With that, the three bowed again, and head for the private storage bay where their speeder bikes would be. Rae stopped to get armed with some necessities incase they needed to….neutralize anyone.