Here goes chapter two, hope ya like it, and didn't remember to put that whole I don't own none of this stuff on the first chapter, so I don't own none of this stuff, (Lucasfilm LTD., LucasArts, Bioware, Obsidian, you guys are sweet, but hurry up with KOTOR III already!)

"So what happened?" asks Jedi Master Bastila Shan, sitting in the Jedi Council Chamber on Coruscant.

"Where is the assassin?" asks Jedi Master Juhani, sitting next to him.

"The assassin escaped," replies Michael, standing beside his brothers in the center of the chamber.

"My brother would like to not make excuses for our loss, but the reason we did not catch him was because he was a Sith, possibly a Master, and my brother beat him one-on-one. We were only defeated because of Sith back-up with heavy weaponry," adds Jeff, quickly defending his brother.

"And that's what caused the destruction of a Coruscant public transport and millions of credits in damage to the west-side of the city?" asks Jedi Master Bao Dur.

"Dude, the west-side was already messed up," says Paul, clearly bored just standing around, fiddling with the pistol clasped to the belt of his expensive armor.

"Look, we do not hold you responsible for those damages, and neither will the Senate. They still can't get past you saving Princess Organa from an assassination, so they're not to worried about that. The only other thing we have to ask is, where is you're lightsaber?" asks Master Shan, completely ignoring Paul.

"It was destroyed in my battle with the Sith," answers Michael.

"Well you'd better create a new one before your next assignment," says Jedi Master Atton Rand.

"Next assignment?" asks Michael, looking curiously at the Jedi Masters before him.

"See if you can discover the identity of the Sith assassin and track them down. After that, you will be in charge of securing Princess Organa," says Master Juhani.

"We have to babysit the Princess? I thought we weren't in trouble!" says Paul, pained by the thought.

"You will protect her from any more attempts on her life," retorts Master Juhani, becoming agitated by Paul's obscene comments.

"We accept this mission, and will do our best to discover the plot that is going around us. And I will have a new lightsaber created immediately," says Michael, bowing, followed in suite by his brothers and exiting the room.

"May the Force be with you," says Jedi Master Shan, as they leave the chamber.

"Don't talk like that in front of the Council again!" says Michael sternly to Paul.

"You take them too serious! They're not out their everyday risking their lives, we are!" replies Paul, as they argue in the main hall of the Jedi Temple.

"And you don't take them serious enough!" says Jeff, then looking over at Michael, "and you look at them like their all-powerful. They're not, and they're not trying to be. They're Jedi just like us!"

"You're right J, I'm sorry," says Michael, relaxing a little bit.

"What about you?" asks Jeff, looking at Paul.

"Huh what?" replies Paul, staring out the sun roof into the bright day.

"Why do I even bother?" asks Jeff, as they walk down the hall to their rooms.

Michael's ear piece beeps and he answers the incoming call, "this is Michael."

"Princess Organa requests an audience with you when you can make it over. I realize you're schedule is busy, but she would really like to speak with you," says Princess Organa's bodyguard.

"I'll be right over," says Michael, turning off the earpiece.

"The Princess wants you," says Paul as they enter their rooms.

"What? No she doesn't, she probably just wants to thank me for saving her today," says Michael.

"Saving her from having to pine for a prince when she could pine for a King, a King with a big lightsaber," says Jeff, entering their room.

"But he lost his... OH! I get it..." says Paul, walking over to his bed and crashing onto it.

"Shut up man, shut up," says Michael, changing his torn up Jedi cloak and putting on a brand new white tunic and brown cloak.

"Don't tell me she isn't cute... she's got a nice butt," says Jeff, pulling off his Republic armor and Jedi tunic underneath.

"That's all I need to be picturing while I'm over their J, hittin' the damsel in distress," says Michael, "but, in any case... I'm out!"

"The levitating trick always does it for the girls man, seriously, I know... I've done it," says Jeff, as his brother leaves the room.

"No you haven't," says Paul, hanging off half his bed.

"I could have though," replies Jeff, laying down on his bed.

"No you couldn't have," replies Paul.

"You ruin all my fun, you know that right?" asks Jeff.

"I know," replies Paul.

"Master Enoch, thank you for joining us on such short notice," says the Princess' bodyguard, "I'm Smith Madine, bodyguard to Princess Organa."

"Nice to meet you," says Michael, shaking the slightly older man's hand, and following him into the main suite in the Coruscant hotels.

"Princess Organa, thank you for inviting me over," says Michael, bowing before the Princess.

"Thank you for coming, and by the way, you can call me Tabitha," replies the Princess, sitting down on a couch in the center of the room.

Smith and Tabitha's handmaidens sit down across from her, while she invites Michael to sit down beside her.

"I know the Council is putting you in charge of protecting me, but if I don't get the chance later, I'd like to give you this now," says Tabitha, one of the handmaidens handing her a small echani case.

"I don't require a reward for my services," says Michael.

"It's less of a reward and more of a gift. Besides, what I'm giving you has practical use for a Jedi," says Tabitha, handing him the case.

Michael opens the case, revealing a platinum crystal, "where did you get this?"

"It's been a family heirloom for a long time. No one knows where it came from, but they have kept it in the family because they knew it had some great destiny to it," answers Tabitha, looking at the handsome Jedi.

"Thank you, but how did you know I lost my lightsaber?" asks Michael curiously, glossing over the great destiny thought because of not knowing what to think about it.

"It was on the telecast," says Tabitha, pointing to the hologram projector on the wall of the room.

"That's just great," says Michael.

"I wouldn't worry about it, everyone saw the Sith. They'll probably spin it to you sacrificing your most valued possession for saving lives or something," replies Tabitha.

"I never thought of it like that," says Michael.

"When you're in politics all of your life, you don't see things so black and white, at least most people don't," adds Tabitha.

Michael looks into her icey blue eyes, caught up in her beauty until his ear piece clicks on, "yeah?" he answers, aggravated at the interruption.

"We got a sighting of your buddy," says Jeff over the comm.

"Where at?" asks Michael, his thoughts shifting.

"My informant says the Greko Club," replies Jeff.

"How fast can you be here?" asks Michael.

"I'll be there to pick you up in five," answers Jeff.

"And can you bring the lightsaber case I've been working on?" asks Michael.

"The Electrum one?" asks Jeff.

"Yeah," replies Michael.

"No problem," says Jeff.

"See you in five," says Michael, switching off the comm.

"I'm sorry I have to cut our time together short, but I have to go," says Michael, "your would-be assassin has been spotted."

"It's alright, just come back when you can," says Tabitha, "and once again, thank you."

With that last word she gives him a kiss on the cheek. He is instantly stunned, then reflexively embraces the Princess kissing her on the lips. She breaks the kiss and looks into his purple eyes. He needs to hear nothing, all is said in her look, and he leaves, his heart beating rapidly, as her bodyguard and handmaidens sit in astonishment.

"She kissed me," says Michael, levitating the platinum crystal and Electrum lightsaber in front of him, as Jeff drives them to the club in the dark, Coruscant night.

"She is sooo into you," says Paul, charging his dual blaster carbines.

"Jolee used to talk about his wife, and how much he loved her. And even though she fell to the darkside, he said he'd do it again in a heartbeat," says Michael, "and I'm not going to let this slip away from me."

"Well, she isn't a Jedi, so she can't fall to the darkside. You're already up on our old master," says Jeff, easing his brother's mind.

"So why'd you already have a second lightsaber made?" asks Paul, as they near the club.

"I started making it a couple of weeks ago right after I was promoted to the rank of Master, and I knew I would need a better lightsaber, as I have begun mastering Juyo in combat. But even more so than that, I had a vision of myself with an electrum lightsaber right before my level up in rank," answers Michael, encasing the crystal in the handle.

"Anything special about this vision?" asks Jeff, landing the speeder in the parking dock of the club.

"I stood on Coruscant as it was being bombarded from space," replies Michael, "I told Bastila about it and she told me not to dwell on it. Besides that, I've heard nothing else."

"You think something big's about to go down?" asks Paul, as they depart the speeder.

"Not something big, something massive," replies Michael, leading his brothers towards the entrance to club.

Two large men stand at the entrance of the door, when one halts the three Jedi brothers, "I'm sorry, but your kind aren't allowed in here."

"I would rather avoid a hostile situation, so if you would please allow us in, there would be no problem," says Michael, holding out a stack of credits.

"I don't have a problem with it. Do you?" asks the bouncer, looking at the other man.

"No problem at all," replies the other bouncer.

Michael nods his head in thanks and the three brothers enter the four story club.

"What's the plan?" asks Jeff.

"No plan B, distracts from plan A," answers Michael with a smirk on his face.

"So what's plan A?" asks Jeff.

"Spread out and wait for my signal," replies Michael with a wink.

Jeff and Paul disappear into the crowd and Michael uses force-sense to detect the assassin in the club. He senses all kinds of evils, gamblers, drunks, until he reaches his intended target. Before the Sith can even react to being force hunted, Michael is standing behind the stool he sits on.

"I'm in a good mood today, don't ruin it," says Michael, staring at the Sith assassin as he spins around from facing the bar.

The Sith no longer covers her face, revealing a woman about Michael's age, only with an extremely pale face.

"You won't be in a good mood for long Jedi f-ck, the Neo-Golden Age of the Sith is coming and you can't stop it. Not even Revan could!" says the Sith woman triumphantly.

"Revan?" asks Michael, dumbfounded by the revelation of the hero that disappeared almost a decade ago.

"You Jedi are fools, you know that right? To think I would come here by myself?" asks the Sith woman, "to think I wouldn't bring back-up. You fell into a trap Jedi f-ck."

The Sith woman ignites her double-bladed red lightsaber, as do five other Sith around the club, as well as a couple-of-dozen mercenaries with blaster rifles.

"See the problem with you Sith pieces of garbage is that you underestimate Jedi. See your well conceived plan that probably took you a year to come up with, yeah, me and my boys just sprang it. And this is my backup," retorts Michael back at her, his platinum blade emitting from his electrum lightsaber handle.

A green lightsaber ignites among the crowd, followed by a grenade exploding on the fourth floor, instantly killing five mercenaries.

"Thirty against three, you're pathetic," says the Sith woman, flourishing her double-bladed red lightsaber.

"I know, I feel bad for you," says Michael, getting into a Juyo stance as she strikes her blades on his.

He blocks that then quickly throws the saber behind his back to block the second blade.

"I see you've constructed a new lightsaber," says the Sith woman mockingly.

"And I'm sure you keep backups in your ship, considering how easily you get knocked out," replies Michael, slicing her handle in half with the flick of his wrist, "huh... that's the second time that's happened!"

The darkside flows through her as her anger and hatred intensifies towards Michael, and a shock of electricity throws him through the bar.

"Now you done gone and messed up my good mood," mutters Michael, throwing off his torn brown Jedi Master robe, leaving his white tunic.

"How many you got!" shouts Paul, diving over a bar on the second floor and shooting two mercenaries off of the balcony.

"None yet," says Jeff, locked into an Ataru fighting stance, his green lightsaber blocking the red blade coming from his enemy.

"You Jedi pieces of sh-t, how have you even stayed alive?" asks the Sith, trying to weaken Jeff physically and mentally.

"You know, my mom probably wouldn't appreciate the language you're spewing at me," says Jeff, flipping over the Sith, and locking blades again.

"You're mother's a whore!" declares the Sith with an evil laugh.

"Momma said knock you out!" replies Jeff cutting the Sith in half.

Jeff twirls his lightsaber and looks down at the Sith, "don't be talkin' bout my momma."

"Move b-tch! Get out the way!" shouts Paul, force-throwing a mine onto a Sith's tunic, blowing him to pieces, with Paul running right through the explosion.

He force-jumps onto the next level, knocking two more mercenaries over the balcony. His two blaster carbines are swiftly sliced in half and the pieces fall to the floor by a red blade, "I know you did not just do what I think you did!"

"Time to die Jedi!" says the Sith, slicing at Paul, who slides back on the floor, and force-calls his blue lightsaber to his hand.

"Nobody messes with my arsenal!" says Paul, clearly focused on his target, but clearing anger from his mind.

He gets into a Shien stance and attacks the Sith, knocking the wind out of the Sith and sending him to the floor, "didn't see that coming did ya punk?"

The Sith reaches out to force choke Paul, but he easily brushes it off, as Jeff is emitting Force-Shield over his brothers. He then tries to force-throw his lightsaber as he rises to his feet, but Paul thrusts his lightsaber through the Sith's chest and runs to the next target.

"Michael, we need to get out of here! The Sith are becoming indiscernible among all of the people now fighting in a giant brawl!" shouts Jeff over the comm, as a bar attendee throws a chair at him.

Jeff slices it in half, then locks his green blade with a Sith who just dove down from the fourth level. Their blades lock, but Jeff quickly uses force-lightning to dispense of the Sith, who lifelessly falls to the ground.

"You know what to do!" replies Michael over the comm, his platinum blade crossing the Sith woman's red blade.

"Get him!" commands the Sith woman, as two more Sith enter into the fray with Michael.

He focuses and watches as three red lightsaber blades attack him simultaneously. His wrist flicks once, and sends his lightsaber into the chest of one of the Sith. With a second flick of his wrist, the other Sith is struck in the chest. His wrist then snaps and locks blades with the Sith assassin once again, then snapping it again to slice her lightsaber into unusable pieces.

"I'm giving you one last chance!" says Michael, holding his glistening platinum lightsaber to her neck.

"You don't even have the guts to kill me you stupid f-ck!" screams the Sith woman, lightning crackling from her hands aimed at Michael.

Through sheer force of will, he aims the lightning back at her face with his lightsaber, causing her face to become increasingly disfigured. The fourth floor suddenly explodes, a speeder flying through the outside wall. Jeff flies the tinted speeder down, Paul jumping onto it as it heads towards Michael. He throws a couple of thermal detonators around as they near Michael, who force-jumps aboard.

"She's definitely going to need that mask of hers now," says Michael, as they blast another hole into the club's wall.

The speeder peels into the Coruscant skylines, Michael and Paul looking behind them, as three speeders appear behind them.

"They followin'?" asks Jeff, flying towards the garbage pits.

"Of course," replies Paul.

The Jedi's speeder slows down and lands on a dock looking over the garbage pits, the three speeders following suit.

"Kill them!" commands the Sith woman, her face now heavily disfigured, exiting the main speeder.

Mercenaries deploy from the other speeders and aim their rifles at that speeder, when the trunk pops open. A hologram of Paul appears, "sorry about our little trap here, well I'm not really sorry, so just SUCK IT!" With the hologram's last words, five thermal detonators explode in the car, instantly killing the dozen mercenaries and sending the Sith woman across the garbage pit.

"How's that for a trap?" asks Michael, force-speeding over to the Sith woman, "wait, I know I know f-you and all that, but seriously that's getting old. Now, I can have my brother heal you with the snap of a finger, or you can die. I'd rather you'd live so you can help me help you, but I'm not you."

"Please... I don't... I don't want to d...die," says the Sith woman.

"Go ahead," says Michael, and Jeff heals the woman instantaneously.