Tabitha walks by the cargo hold, where Paul is lifting weights, and Jeff is creating lightsabers.
"How come you are making so many lightsabers?" asks Tabitha, looking at eleven lightsabers sitting on a workbench.
"I'm working on some new tricks, besides, always nice to have spares, especially when the three of us are concerned," says Jeff.
"Ya, we're crazy," says Michael, walking into the cargo hold, and hugging Tabitha.
"We'll be landing in a couple of minutes," says Smitty, walking by the cargo hold, and heading back to the cockpit.
"Thanks!" shouts Michael back, and following him.
"So, why are we going to Telos?" asks Tabitha, following Michael into the cockpit.
Michael sits into the co-pilot seat, with Tabitha sitting in the new chair behind him. He replies, "Admiral Carth Onasi is stationed here, he worked with Revan and was tasked with guarding the Republic. Mandalore is meeting us here because he to worked for Revan, and was tasked with regrouping the Mandalorians. Those two groups will work for the navy. On the surface is Jedi Master Brianna and her group of Knights, as well as an old assassin droid of Revans. So this army should give us a chance," says Michael.
"Not to mention you and your brothers," says Tabitha, massaging her boyfriend's shoulders.
"Sometimes I feel like I could take on the Sith by myself," says Michael, as the streaks of lightspeed disappear and Telos and it's satellite appear in view.
"Ebon Hawk, this is Citadel Station, you are clear for a landing. Admiral Onasi is waiting for you," says a security officer above the satellite.
"Thank you," replies Michael, the ship speeding towards its destination.
"Jedi Master Enoch," says Admiral Carth Onasi, shaking his hand as they exit the Ebon Hawk.
"How'd you know I was coming?" asks Michael, following the Admiral out of the hangar, his crew exiting the Ebon Hawk.
"My son Dustil told me. Jedi Master Brianna received a message through the force from Revan. She didn't tell me the specific reason, but since Revan is back, I'm assuming it's because you need my help," says Admiral Onasi, as they enter the security wing of Citadel Station.
"I just came from speaking with Mandalore, he'll be sending three-hundred Mandalorians and seven dreadnaughts to meet us here in a week and a half," says Michael, sitting down at the conference table.
"Canderous? So we're going to form an alliance to defend against what exactly?" asks Admiral Onasi, sitting next to him as a hologram of the planet floats in the center of the table.
"The Ancient Sith Empire. We don't know who it is lead by, we just knows its coming this way," answers Michael.
"When?" asks Admiral Onasi.
"We don't know, could be a month, could be a day. I'd have to imagine we have some time considering they're coming from the Unknown Regions, but beyond that, it's anyone's guess," responds Michael.
"Well, I'm here to help, I've got a fleet and ground forces ready to move at any moment. They'll probably move towards Coruscant first," says Admiral Onasi.
"Yeah, the Sith are impatient, they'll move to destroy the Jedi first," says Michael.
"If only we knew where they'd be heading from, we could cut them off before they even hit the trade routes," says Admiral Onasi.
The door opens, and Jedi Master Brianna enters the room, "either way, someone will notice a number of ships entering their system. We'll hear when we're meant to hear."
"I guess you're right," says Admiral Onasi, getting up from his chair.
"One last thing before we retire. Mandalore will need more troops for his dreadnaughts," says Michael, getting up from his chair as well.
"I'll talk to him when he's get here. I'm sure I can spare some guys," says Admiral Onasi, "now, I must get my forces assembled."
"Have a good day Admiral," says Michael.
"Call me Carth," replies the Admiral, and leaves, followed by his officers.
"Master Enoch," says Brianna, shaking his hand.
"Master Brianna," replies Michael.
"The last time I saw you, you weren't even a Knight, you must be the youngest person ever promoted to the rank of Master," says Brianna, as they walk to the Jedi Enclave aboard the ship.
"It's been quite eventful so far... my life as a Jedi I mean," says Michael, looking into space through the windows in the halls.
"Well, we're getting ready to fight another battle, so you and your companions must get some rest before we leave," says Master Brianna, "that's an order from a Council member."
"Me and my brothers aren't exactly one of the Councils shining stars," says Michael.
"Don't let them fool you, they respect you. They just want you to be the best you can," says Brianna, parting ways with the Jedi.
"Thank you," replies Michael, walking back to the hangar bay.
"You know, you guys need some new attire," says Tabitha, as they walk towards their rented apartment, "you stick out like sore thumbs."
"This is how we always dress!" says Jeff, pointing at the red and yellow armor he wears.
"I dress no other way, I am a warrior!" declares Paul, his silver armor reflecting the lights from above.
"What did you have in mind?" asks Michael, looking down at his Jedi Master robes, that are easily recognizible as a symbol of the Jedi Order.
"As long as it has a place to hold my lightsaber, I'm cool," says Michael, walking through a store aboard the space station, while Tabitha pickes out a ton of clothes for him to try on.
"This should do," says Tabitha, handing him clothes for him to try in.
He takes a minute, then walks out in a hooded sweatshirt and pants, his electrum lightsaber hanging from his belt.
"D-mn boy, you look sexy" says Tabitha, walking over to him.
"I know," replies Michael, walking over to the Rodian on the register and holding out his credits card.
"No, I'm paying," says Tabitha, holding out hers.
"Ooh, a sugar momma huh?" asks the green Rodian woman, scanning the card.
"Something like that," replies Tabitha with a smile.
"If that's the case... then I'm taking you out to eat tonight," says Michael, as they exit the store.
"Alright, I'll make sure its expensive," says Tabitha, pulling his arm around her.
"With my job, money is limitless," says Michael.
"So, we goin out tonight?" asks Jeff, walking over to Paul, who is wearing pants and a white beater.
"Yeah, I was thinkin we hit the cantina on the second level," replies Paul, looking at his brother who is wearing a flannel shirt and pants.
"Sounds good to me, you see Michael?" asks Jeff.
"He's with Tabitha, they're going out to eat at the yuppy restaurant next door to the bar," replies Paul, charging his blasters and putting them into his holsters on his belt, his lightsaber beside the right blaster.
"He's more boyfriend than brother now, twisted and whipped... we've lost him," says Jeff, his lightsaber hanging from his belt.
"Ehh, no problem, he'd keep us from startin' sh-t anyway," says Paul, exiting the room.
"Fosho," says Jeff, following him out.
Michael floats a piece of fruit over to Tabitha, who grabs it with her fork, as they sit in the restaurant, him wearing a suit, her a seductive red dress.
"That's a neat trick," says Tabitha, eating the fruit.
"We spend a lot of time in space, not much else to do except meditate and screw around with the force," says Michael.
"I could think of a few things to do," adds Tabitha, causing Michael to clumsily drop his glass of wine off of the table, but quickly using the force to pick it up before it breaks.
"Look, about that..." says Michael, but is interrupted by her.
"I know, you want to wait till your married, well... there is a chapel down the hall," says Tabitha.
"Are you serious?" asks Michael.
"I'm ready to get married, I've just been waiting for the right guy to sweep me off my feet," says Tabitha, sipping on her wine.
"My mom will be mad she didn't get to see it," says Michael, nervously joking and caught off guard by her.
"With the way things are going, I don't think you'll see her for a while, even more so, we may not have that much time left," says Tabitha, a tear dripping down her cheek.
"Well then..." says Michael, going down on one knee and pulling out a diamond and platinum ring, "will you marry me?"
"Yes," replies Tabitha without hesitation, slipping the ring on, and kneeling down beside him, passionately kissing him.
"This one time, I took on like fifty mercenaries all by myself, J got knocked out, but I kicked their you-know," brags Paul, five girls huddled around him in his booth.
"As I recall, me and you got knocked out, and Michael saved us from those mercenaries," says Jeff, sitting across from him .
"So maybe me and Michael each took out twenty-five, I still whooped on em'," says Paul, giving his brother an angry look.
"Hey man, you're taking all the chicks, spread em' around," says a muscle-bound guy walking over to their booth.
"Maybe you just not enough man for em!" replies Paul, quite loudly.
"What'd you just say?" asks the man, getting angry.
"You heard me cracker," replies Paul with a laugh.
The man angrily tosses the table, and the women scream and rush away from Paul and Jeff. Jeff steps away quietly and walks over to the bar, while Paul rises from his feet.
"You little mother f-cker!" shouts the man, drawing his blaster.
"NO BLASTERS!" screams the bartender, who dives beneath the bar.
"Who you callin' lil'?" asks Paul, grabbing one of his blasters and shooting him in the leg, "who's lil' now bum leg?"
"Who do you think you are!" screams one of the man's friends, pulling out his blaster, followed by his dozen friends.
"My money's on the merc's," says a Twilek sitting next to Jeff.
"Put me done for the handsome guy taking em' all on," replies Jeff, throwing his credits down.
Paul force-pulls the other blaster to his left hand and opens fire, shooting one of the mercenaries in the chest, another in the head. A Chiss jumps on top of him, causing Paul to drop his blasters, but he grabs and force-throws him into the nearest wall. He then uppercuts the next guy and dropkicks an Ugnaut, "who else wants some!"
"What's that screaming?" asks a woman sitting at the table next to Michael's.
Michael looks out the door as security officers rush down the hall. He reaches out with his senses and feels Paul in a fight. But farther out he senses a Sith assassin heading towards the bar.
"Time to go to work," says Michael, kissing Tabitha on the lips.
"I love you," says Tabitha, breaking the kiss, as he throws his credits card on the table.
"I know," replies Michael, as a man explodes through the wall of the restaurant.
"What kind of lame-a-s reply is that?" asks Tabitha, Michael just giving a shrug in response.
Michael force-speeds through the wall the man just flew through, mad that he is about to tear about a brand new suit. He watches as Paul throws a guy into one of the windows looking out into space. As the security guards enter the room, a red lightsaber appears.
"GET DOWN!" declares Michael, his voice booming through the room, and his platinum lightsaber quickly attracting everyone's attention.
The Sith assassin force-jumps and strikes Michael's blade.
"Who's guarding the Princess?" asks the Sith assassin, baiting him, causing Michael to flinch, and is engulfed in force-lightning.
"BURN B-TCH!" screams Paul, force-choking the Sith and striking his blue blade against the red.
"We got this, GO!" shouts Jeff at Michael, who ignites his green-bladed lightsaber.
Michael force-speeds into the restaurant as two Sith appear, igniting double-bladed red lightsabers.
"Get your hands off my wife!" shouts Michael, as the two Sith jump to grab Tabitha.
Michael force-speeds into them, his lightsaber a platinum swirl to all who gaze upon it. He smoothly force-pushes Tabitha away into the hands of security guards, and does battle with the two Sith, slicing tables and chairs in half.
"After I kill you two, I'll tell the Princess you say hi!" says the Sith, force-throwing a chair at Paul, who slices it in two.
"You'll see her again when THE WORMS EAT THE FLESH OFF YOUR BONES!" declares Paul, extremely loudly, slicing through the Sith's blade and then his neck.
"Was all that necessary?" asks Jeff, looking at the tore-up body.
"Yes," replies Paul, as they walk past the security guards and walk into the restaurant, where Michael, barely visible, is dueling two Sith.
Jeff reaches out with the force and creates a force-storm that instantly kills one of the Sith, while Michael knocks the other's blade out of his hand and puts his blade near the Sith's neck.
"You Jedi are pathetic, you don't even have the guts to kill me!" laughs the Sith, laying on the floor.
"Smoke his a-s!" shouts Paul, while Michael tries to get information from him.
"I won't disobey my master, I die for the Sith!" says the Sith, who tries to force-crush Michael, but he stabs him in the chest.
"You know, I was going to see if we could get some information from them, but considering their brains are smeared across the wall, I think that may be difficult," says Admiral Onasi, entering the room.
"Yeah, sorry about that," says Jeff, looking around at the people full of fear, and at all of the damage they caused.
"Don't worry about it, I know how the Sith are... I've probably killed more than you," replies Admiral Onasi.
"I'm gonna have to disagree on that," chimes in Paul.
"Shut up," whispers Jeff.
"See what I was saying earlier?" asks Tabitha, jumping into Michael's arms.
"Yeah, I'll let the brothers know," says Michael, carrying Tabitha into the hallway.
