A/N: Well with that hellish week out of the way here is Chapter 18: Knighted.


Chapter 18: Knighted


During the eight-month period, the Jedi had been busy bolstering their numbers, and training their padawans. As for the lost four, they found themselves out on missions with their masters. Though, for the most part, they were divided in their training. Though all of them had shared a mission or two.

Yang during this time was trying to breaking the stigma the Jedi had placed on her. Despite her insistence to look for Ruby, she remained calm and collected, not allowing her rage to the surface, publicly. Yang was proving to be quite promising as Satele predicted, despite her not having access to semblance. She still had her aura, but even that was weakened. Yang was also the only Jedi that carried a sword on her back, she refused to drop it despite having two lightsabers, as it was something of Ruby's.


Yang's first mission was on Corellia, in Coronet a few months ago. Yang was with Summer of course, and Blake and Satele. Their mission was to investigate rumors of Sith infiltration. They were in route to meet with one of Satele's contacts when they received a distress transmission from a local cargo tram.

"Help! Someone is trying to blow up the tram!" They saw the tram and maneuvered to match its velocity. Once they matched the velocity of the tram, Summer and Satele had Yang and Blake take on the tram as they went back up to take on the influx of Mercenary shuttles.

The tram was moving at high speeds, making the rain sting as it hit the two padawans. With the cityscape racing by, they Moved forward into the tram. Inside, they saw panicking civilians followed by a few droids as mercenaries fired toward them. Quick and ready, They ignited their blades of yellow and violet. Deflecting the bolts harmlessly away. Afterward, they slammed the mercs into the wall with snap force pushes to knock them unconscious. They preferred not to kill unless their hand was forced. As they moved forward through the tram they had to overcome mercenaries and the tram's own design, as Yang cursed,

"Who connects two sections of a tram with live power couplings that you have to walk across to get to the next car!" They surpassed these barriers by flipping a power switch. Yang and Blake both were shocked by the nonsensical design of the tram. As they evacuated the civilians towards the rear, they pushed forward to the front, it was evident the mercenaries were only there to keep the civilians in line, they did not expect Jedi intervention. So they adapted keeping them at a distance and opening fire. The first group then pinned them down found the blonde haired Jedi carried a ranged surprise.

Yang deployed Ember Celica, though instead of being a shotgun it was converted to a compacted stun blaster. Firing the blasters, she nailed the mercenaries with yellow stun bolts. The Jedi knew she had them, they tolerated them after they were converted to non-lethal weapons. Darting forward, deflecting bolts and stunning the opposition, they advanced through the cars of the tram. After passing through multiple cars and mercenaries, they came across the bombs. They were crude devices that were activated with a simple toggle push button.

Though after deactivating the bombs, the tram accelerated harshly almost sending them toppling them over, as the same voice that contacted initially informed the Jedi informed them that the acceleration was to ram a large structure.

Hearing this, they knew had to hurry, using the force to speed up. Ignoring the stinging of the rain they ran and hopped along the tram ignoring all of the mercs and making their way to the tram's cockpit. Once there, they stopped the tram, though it didn't go unnoticed. Behind them, they felt a chill run up their spines. Turning around, they saw a figure cloaked in black, with a red-bladed Lightsaber in hand.

"Well, two padawans think they can thwart, my master's plans," The what the girls assumed to be a Sith, spoke, continuing with, "I think it's time you two learned your place."

As he said this, He lunged forward towards Blake, who evaded by rolling out of the way of his attack. The black-clad aggressor swung back around to face Yang, who parried his strike. As she came in for a counterattack, he readied for a lightsaber strike, not a punch to the gut. As he recoiled, Blake slammed him with a force push, staggering him into the wall. His retaliation was a swift blast of force lightning that pummeled Blake, throwing her back on to the floor. This attack though allowed Yang to swoop in and try to attack the Sith as Blake twitched unconsciously. Screaming she slammed her blades at the Sith, who dodged the powerful strikes. Her eyes filled with rage, no one hurt her friends, ever. The man smiled as his hood fell backward, revealing him to be a male Zabrak.

With each missed strike, her rage burned inside her, causing her to attack more wildly even deploying Ember Celica to distract him. The Sith was smiling at her rage till he slipped up, fatally. He found himself impaled both of the violet blades, despite these severe wounds, they were not immediately fatal. Though, after she subdued the Sith, Yang stood over him ominously as she saw the smoldering holes going through the torso of the Sith. She was restraining herself from performing a coup de gras to finish off the suspected Sith.

This fact disturbed her, she gave into her rage, and now the Sith was wounded critically. Sure it may have been justified, but not to her. She looked at him, she saw a smile on the Sith's face. Little did she know he had some breath left in him, and in true Sith fashion, he used it to taunt.

"You have a lot of rage for a Jedi, unleash it and finish me off, give into your anger!" He commanded, he knew death was close either way. To him, this Jedi could be turned. "Do you want to be weak the rest of your life? You could be Stronger!" He smiled as Blake recovered and Yang sat there, trying to contain her rage, then the Sith said one thing that got him his wish, "Maybe you wouldn't be a failure at protecting those you care about."

With that taunt Yang stood back up, her short hair glowing, her eyes glowing red with rage. Her rage was unleashed, her semblance activated in blazing flame. Reversing the grip on one of her violet Sabers she went to finish him off when she heard a cry from behind her,

"Yang! Don't!" Blake cried out. Yang was operating out of pure scorn and rage. The humming blade stopped mere millimeters from the Sith's neck. She was fighting her rage. Though, as she looked down back at the Sith, he had succumbed to his wounds. Disengaging her blades, she went over to Blake to make sure she was okay, to which she was. She returned the question to Yang who dismissed it.

After their mission and into the investigation, they confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt the man as a Sith. He was the former apprentice, now lord under a Darth Kahless, a very prestigious Darth in Malgus's entourage of Sith. It was evident to all that Yang was troubled by this encounter, Summer did what she could to calm her down, but that Sith had worked his way under her skin. It also reminded her of the vision she had months ago. Eventually, Yang managed to get past that incident in a few months. In that time, Summer barred her from any missions that could involve Sith till she could steel herself and become resistant to Sith taunting. She struggled with the implications of what the Sith said to her.


As for the other two Jaune was out with his master traveling the republic, looking for where Jedi assistance was needed, in his mind at least he was out of that ridiculous armor. Though he was picking up a lot of mannerisms from Artorika, he was becoming a Jedi Knight. Polite, calm, always willing to help, he was beginning to remind Yang more and more of Ruby, someone Jaune took as a template.

Lie Ren, however, was with his master on Coruscant for most of his training. He was learning the ins and outs of diplomacy in the Republic senate. Like Master Gulliman, Ren was becoming a Jedi Consular, focusing on his tie to the force. He preferred not to fight at all, though he carried a saber just in case. His strength in the force was growing, he was one of those Jedi that the council knew he would become a master easily.

Though, if the lost four had one common goal, it was finding their friends. They all wanted to find Ruby and all of the other Remnants. Summer scoured all the information she could trying to find any information she could dig up on Remnant location. Despite the oddities that Remnants would be, no information could be sourced on them. The common theory was either that they got themselves killed or they assimilated and are trying to make the best of their situation.

Those on the councilors with grimmer perspectives and out looks tried to reinforce the former. While those who were more positive, like Summer and Artorika, thought the latter. The council had read the reports Surik had submitted, and like her they feared for the ones in the Sith worlds, as they would most likely be enslaved if they were Faunus, and or killed.


Over the course of a month all of the Lost Four had returned to Tython, They were deemed to be ready for their trials to knighthood by their Master, even though some were more ready than others. Their hands were forced as the Republic was breathing down their neck, they wanted the Jedi to be ready for war. Due to this training of all padawans was to be speedy and the trials relaxed by a Republic mandate.

For her defeat of a Sith, Yang was exempted from her trials by a decision made Satele and Surik. A decision that did not resonate well with a majority of the council, though they agreed to it. As she had defeated a lord. Like Yang, Jaune Arc was exempted from his trials due to what had occurred on his most recent mission, he had faced a Sith. Though the one he faced was a low-level Darth by the name of Velocitous, who was after an artifact recovered on Dantooine. Though he had escaped and Jaune survived the encounter, as they both left scars on the other.

Both Blake and Lie Ren had to face trials, as requested by their Master's, as Blake despite her promise and mental fortitude, She didn't prove herself to Satele. Lie Ren on the other hand had yet to prove himself in true combat against another force user. Something the council wanted him to do, and they insisted that the combat be as close as possible to the real thing. Even going so far as to assign a master to face him. The council wanted to run the full trials, but they needed Jedi, so they were forced to use quick non-standard trials.


The night before Blake and Ren's trials, far away in the tombs of Korriban, the specters in the tombs were cheering jovially as another acolyte of the false empire was slaughtered by a metal blade. the executioner was wearing black rags fashioned into witch-like black garments formed from the robes of the dead. Her skin showing in numerous places, was as white as paper and her once red hair had faded to a deep pink, her hair ragged, her irises turned red and the skin surrounding her eyes turned dark shadowing her eyes, Though, no dark veins had surfaced.

Her body was covered in red markings painted using the acolyte's blood, that could be seen through the gaps on along with the numerous relics that covered her body including a weapon she herself fashioned a retrosaber connected to a power pack on her belt. The cable was reinforced with Sith alchemy so lightsabers couldn't cut it along with the hilt as she made a saber that could become a guard shoto or a normal retrosaber. She was known to the crowd of dark spirits as Noxcaedis and the tomb witch to the acolytes and apprentices. The only thing that remained of who she used to be was the knife on her belt, the only thing reminding her who she truly was.

She was a fine duelist and force user who gave the spirits a show that kept them entertained, as the spirits of Sith long dead watched her fell those of the false empire. They applauded her slaughter. The relationship between her and the spirits of old was they would teach her so long as she spilled blood for them, which she did often to keep learning the tombs and their secrets. She had no idea how much time had passed nor did she care at the time, Though today was the day that the spirits were going to unleash her upon Korriban, some spirits had been given to her as sacrifices to boost her power merging with her in the force giving Noxcaedis the ability to truly use her ingrain affinity towards spirit walk.

Tying the scepter she was known for wielding to her back, a gift from one of her many spirit masters. She emerged from the tombs and used a wave force corruption to turn a majority of the troops and young acolytes into her puppets just as the creed went the force had indeed freed her. the Valley of the Dark Lords was to be hers.


While on the desert world of Tatooine, a town was burning. Eradicated at the hands of an army of sand people and their war-maiden, who had united most clans under one banner. They were now a brutal army, arming themselves with increasingly more advanced tactics, blasters, armor. They were becoming a terror every settlement left tributes for, lest they want to be attacked and raided. The war maiden and her army were called the Night Raiders as they attacked under the veil of darkness. Their dress reflected this as they wore dark covers over their standard garb.

Their leader was the most prominent of darker clad, raiders, a visor of carved bone with red tinted glass to cover the eyes, her mask was a thin material if she wasn't their leader, they almost wouldn't approve of the mask as it conformed to her face. Her dress was like that of most war band members of her army minus her belt with a red sheathed knife, her visor, and her head coverings and the bright orange braid that hung out of the wrappings that covered her head. In her hands was a pink bladed lightsaber mounted to a long decorated Gaderffii stick with the sharp flanged spike on the bottom of her lightsaber pike.

Her latest strikes had been brutal to come across as most of the victims have their legs severed if they get in their way. The people of the cities and towns have been worrying over when the war maiden would start to get more ambitious, she was a very avid force user in her raids often charging herself with her own lightning. Due to this use of the force, local Jedi tried to eliminate her, with no success, thus causing the republic to take an interest in her as she eliminated those Jedi. Though unknown to the two darker elements of the former team JNPR, the light aligned elements watched their action through a force vision in their sleep.


They could not see detail, or identify if it was their former partners or the location. Jaune was the first to wake. He awoke with a gasp, He was shocked at the horrifying vision. His heart raced as his mind ran wild, Was that Pyrrha? He asked himself, he couldn't remember the face from the dream that well. Sitting up, Jaune felt sick about what he just witnessed. He hoped that it was a dream.

He was disgusted by the bloodshed, and the fact the person he saw looked like one of his friends, getting up, his feet touched the cold stone floor. He needed to talk to his master immediately.


Lie Ren's reaction was one more of intrigue than of shock. He recognized the fighting style, and realized who it could be. Nora? He asked to the force. He was not upset by the fact that Nora could be a dark side user, in fact he found it quite interesting. Ren, unknown to any was a Jedi of a unique opinion, one that he kept hidden from his master and the council. He held a belief that the Light and Dark could work in balance and harmony, if handled responsibly. Though, this thought depended on, if both sides could cooperate, putting aside their differences to work for a greater good.

Ren stood up, groaning from his sore muscles. Jaune had thrown him through a few intense bouts of lightsaber combat yesterday. He wanted be ready for what ever the council threw at him, so he had Jaune help him. Filing the dream away into his memories, he wanted to focus his mind on his trials. He dressed in his green and earth robes. Walking out of his quarters with his rarely used saber on his belt. He walked through the halls, his trials weren't until much later, but he wanted to eat and maybe get some practice in with his blade.

The halls of the temple were empty at this time in the morning, usually. As he walked he heard Jaune speaking. This made Ren raise an eyebrow, as even as a Jedi, Jaune was rarely up this early. As he rounded the corner he saw Jaune with his master. They both gave a look of shock, seeing Lie Ren come around the corner.

"Oh hey Ren," Jaune spoke acknowledging his friend's presence.

"Greeting, Lie Ren," The knightly Artorika smile, though she promptly followed her greeting up with, "Why are you up so early, certainly you could use the rest," Lie Ren was never one to evade or lie. So he told them the truth,

"An interesting vision woke me," He said, disinterested. Jaune slumped down a bit and responded with,

"You too, huh?"

"I guess so," Lie Ren replied, intrigued by this coincidence. Deciding to want to discuss this more, Lie Ren asked if they wanted to get something to eat. Smiling they both agreed to this, discussing the matter of their visions with Artorika.


Blake awoke as the bright sunlight beamed into the window of her quarters. Her sleep was calm and undisturbed. Checking the time she realized she had one hour till her trials where to begin. Noting this she got dressed quickly. Taking her saber and other various equipment she readied herself.

Her trials like so many others were to take place in the training yard in front of the academy. To the temple, these trials were normally to be private, with no spectators, but that changed with the war. Outside a crowd had gathered as Satele stood in the arena awaiting the arrival of her padawan.

Though in the other training area next to Blake's Lie Ren's Trial was to occur at the same time. They were trials of combat. They had to last thirty minutes against a standing master while staying in the training area. Blake was to fight her own Master, while Lie Ren was to duel Artorika. For all those who watched the duels were intense, The masters had them on the defensive for the first half.

Lie Ren's guard was an awe inspiring sight, Using his blade more like a shield than a a weapon. He was showing his doctrine of self defense. Each strike Artorika made with her gold bladed cross guarded saber was either, blocked, parried, dodged, or a mix of all of them. Changing her strategy, her goal was now to lock his blade. Though as she did this she felt her grip on her saber be loosened as he struck the blade and the crossguard in on deft, unexpected move. Disarming her Lie Ren smiled as her saber deactivated in the air as he had his blade pointed at her throat. He had passed his trial my elimination of his opponent.


Blake's trial was much more intense, Satele was not holding back any punches. At first Blake thought her master was trying to kill her. It was at this point Blake understood her trial, this was to be true combat. Yellow blade on Blue, the saber staves collided, Blake using every ounce of agility to keep up with her master. Even then she still took a few glancing hits to her Aura. Deciding it was time, she activated her semblance, deploying two of her shadow clones Satele could identify which Blake was a real one but the shadows served as an effective distraction.

Though, as the combat progressed, both of the combatant's were waning from exertion. Despite this, they kept the duel going. Satele using force pushes and shoves to disrupt Blake. The feline part of her, let her dodge the the blasts with swift, agile movements. Though before she could retaliate with a force based attack of her own, the thirty minute time dinged, letting them know they were done

"Good work, my padawan," Satele smiled at Blake, sweating and panting. The crowd of Jedi around them gave them a hearty applause.

"Thank you Master Shan," Blake smiled, huffing and puffing. Surik watched the duel conclude and smiled all of the original four Remnants were now to become Jedi knights. Something the lost four had to celebrate.


A few days later, in a small chamber on Tython, Meetra was still checking reports for signs of Ruby, or any other Remnants for that matter, to her dismay nothing on the Remnants that arrived eight months ago came through. She had been hunting relentlessly for any sign of Ruby or Remnants. It was at this point her terminal bleeped. She saw a message come through that was untitled, though it was from Revan. This shocked her even though it was one cryptic line.


I know about Ruby, why didn't you tell me?


Meetra's heart stopped, she met with Revan once before after he freed himself from Vitiate but that was months ago. If he knew about Ruby he must have figured who she was. He left no way to contact him back, this concerned Meetra so much more than anything else. Her darkest secret, one she would take to the grave, was now found out. She cursed the idea of the secret she held but she viewed it as a necessary evil.

Meetra stowed and put on her joyful facade as she had to be down in the main hall to watch Padawans be knighted. Despite the context of war over-looming the event, it was still to be a happy and joyous event. the halls were calm as every Jedi not out in the field was here to congratulate the newly minted knight, some would say the Jedi were rushing Padawans to knight hood, which they were, they needed to be ready for the upcoming war.

"Meetra," A female voice said from behind, her which caused Meetra to turn around and walk backwards awkwardly to face the one Jedi she counted as a personal friend, Artorika. Fully dressed in her white and blue robe that went low almost like a dress, gold accents flowed with the blue colors, her gilded cross shaped hilt on prominent display on her belt. She was young for a master at twenty seven her hair kept in a bun on the back of her head with a braid surrounding her bangs neatly cut and the sides of her hair hanging just past her jaw line the only thing slightly out of line was a bit of hair that always tuck out and never combed down, and her eyes were a bright cyan.

Following by her side was Padawan Jaune Arc, who was clad tan robes like the armor he had arrived in, but he added blue with gold to pay respects to his master even his lightsaber which was a cross style hilt as he took favorably to the cross guarded saber handled and the boy now young man had a large scar resting across his face that was caused by his most recent mission to Dantooine.

This was Surik's first time seeing Jaune after the Mission to Dantooine, so she had not seen the scar up close yet. It was a bold diagonal cut across his face. The scar was a bit much, but it was still somewhat fresh, and needed time to heal a bit more. Though it did do a favor for the young Jedi, it made him look more like a man, than a wimpy teenager. Then again compared to when he arrived he had put on some muscle and matured quite tell.

"Ah, Artorika, Jaune," Surik smiled as she continued walking backward, smiling as she used the force to sense anything behind her.

"Master Surik, why are you walking backward?" Jaune asked puzzled by how Master Surik could be some times, she was a very interesting character for the Jedi, She could be weird and quirky at times, yet dead serious seconds later.

"Why not?" she said turning back around, giving her reason as she returned "I just wanted to see who addressed me,"

"Good, so you are heading to the knighting ceremony?" Jaune asked a question that should have been obvious.

"Of course, wouldn't miss it?" Meetra said feigning a smile

"So Meetra did you hear Malserik has apprentices?" Artorika spoke calmly as Surik knew the name of that man if the Jedi could hate or allowed to hate, anyone it was him. He became the main example of what the dark side could do to a Jedi though very few knew what sent him over the edge.

Apparently he found out his parents were unjustly killed by a recruiter and he went into a full blown rage and lust for revenge ripping most of the Sith holocrons from the archive and immersed himself in them and when he emerged he was changed. The things Meetra had heard, one being that he sliced open his master and single-handedly killed five other Masters with an unknown ability, then he stole a ship and found his way to the Sith who took him in as one of their own, begrudgingly.

As word would have it he took control of a city on Drommund Kaas and made it a tolerable place to live. He did take part in the sacking of Coruscant and he finally killed the master who killed his mother and father, and personally saw to the ends of numerous Jedi and Republic troopers during the attack, his actions that day got him the title of Darth under a Darth Imperious, a Sith the Jedi knew very little about. Malserik. they knew more about, though he had never taken any apprentices as he refused to apparently.

According to Artorika, Meetra faced Malserik when she returned in the Sacking of Coruscant. The Viridian Butcher, the Arch-Traitor, the exemplar of a fallen Jedi, were all titles various Jedi labeled him with. These titles were earned during his return to Coruscant in the sacking. He killed a lot of Jedi, easily almost one hundred. Meetra was one of the few to survive his attacks.

"He did?" Meetra asked disinterested, She really couldn't care less about gossip, considering Malserik was not of her concern

"I know you weren't here to meet him before, but he was my friend before he left," the blue-clad Master spoke calmly, lamenting the loss of her friend.

"I know Artorika you two were close, you've mentioned it before" Meetra responded with a playful tease, to keep up her cheery facade,"You still think there's good in him, so what about his apprentices?"

"They seem to be quite powerful from the report I got. The Dove and Raven of Hiskal, that's what the people of Hiskal call them," Artorika spoke with a neutral look on her face, reporting the news.

"Interesting, anything else?" Meetra asked still disinterested, but she acted like she was.

"Imperious has taken an interest in him and his apprentices," this caught Meetra's ear. Imperious was a dark council member and she was one of the most feared by the Jedi, not for her power but because of her motives or lack there of. The council only had a title and a face, not much else.

"Oh, that could be bad," Meetra replied bluntly, Imperious had a tendency to lead to bad news.

"Considering on image our spies acquired shows one of them looks like a spitting image of you," Artorika said in a joking manner, not realizing the land mine her foot just stepped on.

This got Meetra to stop, and her eyes went wide, "Do you have the image!?" she said panicking; Artorika had never seen this frantic behavior from Meetra.

"Yes I have it," she said not sure why her friend would act like that she brought it up on a holo projector to Meetra's ease nerves, to Meetra's surprise it was just a female that wears a white cloak.

"Damn it thought you meant you found someone that looked like me," Meetra sighed relieved it wasn't Ruby in the picture with the white and blue cloak.

"No why did that trouble you so much?" Artorika said puzzled at Surik's behavior.

"Nothing you need to worry about Artorika, I'll tell you at some other point, my friend," Meetra said as Jaune knew exactly what she was talking about.

"It's a child; you had a child on Remnant, didn't you?" Artorika spoke throwing a shot into the dark.

If cracks in her facade started to show it was now. She never intended to tell her friend about Ruby but she had to now as she had guessed it and her facade was falling apart,

"Yes I did, under the name of Summer Rose I had a child and as Jaune here knows she came through in that disturbance eight months ago," Surik explained to her friend, she knew immediately why her friend was so

"I understand, you had a family on Remnant, " Artorika spoke understanding what her friend was saying, Artorika was the only one Meetra trusted with even mentioning Remnant to, for the time Meetra hand been in this iteration of the Jedi Order she felt alienated at times though Artorika made a good friend.

"They are all in this galaxy somewhere now" Meetra spoke calmly, "please don't tell anyone about this, I'm already on a thin wire with the Council as it stands,"

"You have my word, Meetra, I will take your secret to the grave," Artorika said, as they approached the door to the main hall, normally knighting ceremonies would be private but with how many Padawans there was that were to be knighted, the Council made it an open ceremony to all Jedi.

Entering, the trio witnessed the first of the lost four being knighted. Blake had just finished speaking the Jedi Creed, when the three entered, they had just made it for Satele to sever the braid in her hair as Satele declared Blake to be a Jedi Shadow. The lost four were to be knighted in sequence. Next in the Sequence was Lie Ren, Who recited the Jedi creed before his master, then his padawan braid was severed as he was named a Jedi Consular. Jaune and Artorika were next, and they followed the same procedure, recite the creed then have his braid cut. He was dubbed a Jedi Guardian.

Surik smiled with each fallen braid, They had become Jedi. The applaud from all of the gathered Jedi made her heart flutter. She forgot all about the note from Revan as she was happy and proud of the newly knighted Jedi. Before long, she had to stand and go up with her Padawan, Yang was sitting the others of the lost four when it was her turn to be knighted.

The Master and Padawan usually walked together, though due to them not being seated together that was rendered Impossible. The other Jedi were silent, looking either at Yang or Surik, though most looked at Yang as they walked up to the stage. As they stood on the stage, silver eyes locked with lilac. Though the gaze was interrupted by the ignition of one of Surik's lightsabers.

"Yang Xiao Long," Surik spoke, her voice loud and clear, carrying all the way through the main hall. "Please, kneel and recited the Jedi Creed," Summer commanded of her step daughter who smiled as she kneeled started the creed.

"There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force." Yang said the creed with a hint of joy in her voice. She had become one of the heroes of justice and the light she was now a true Jedi. With the completion of the creed, the humming silver blade severed Yang's Padawan braid,

"Yang Xiao Long, you are here by named a Jedi Sentinel!" Summer announced loudly as the crowd of Jedi applauded, some less enthusiastic than the others, due to the controversy surrounding Yang. The rest of the ceremony was pretty much the same for all the rest of those being knighted.


After the ceremonies, the newly knighted Jedi were allowed to celebrate their success. In the dining hall the now Jedi knights were celebrating. The four Remnants decided to take seats at a four seat table, they were discussing how to find their friends and curious of the state on Remnant. Though it was at that point Jaune made a comment that shifted their discussion to Ruby,

"I wonder what Ruby will think of a lightsaber?" Jaune asked of no one in particular in the group though he did look at Yang.

"I figure she would enjoy them, considering she apparently she did start using a sword," Yang replied as her joy was seemingly sapped by the topic of her sister.

"Oh yeah that's right, you did mention that," Jaune smiled awkwardly as Blake and Ren, focused on Yang's distraught emotions.

"That is why I have a sword with me at all time," Yang explained through a frown as her mind started to worry about her sister. She never did mention how Ruby lost an arm to JR. Yang's inner turmoil sparked again, she had repressed most thoughts of her sister in public to avoid the anxiety she had over her. She feared about how she was doing, or what had happened to her. Tears began to flow as Yang put her face on the table. Ruby where are you? I hope you're all right, I hope your arm situation got better. Damn it I wish I could see you again!

As Yang's internal strife grew, the other three Jedi wanted to help, but they could not help her. Yang was their friend as was Ruby, but they couldn't tell Yang to forget about her sister. They watched as Yang dismissed herself and went to her quarters. Once there she slammed back on to her bed. Laying there she worried about all of the possibilities of Ruby's fate. The worst being that she was killed, but in close second was her joining the forces of darkness. The Sith, Yang still remembered her encounter with that lord. She almost gave into her own rage then. Her emotions were her number one enemy, everyone in the Jedi knew that.

As she laid there, she drifted into the embrace of slumber with one thought on her mind I want to see you again Ruby. As she slept her dreams morphed into something sinister. She saw Ruby, her sister, the girl she knew with her red cloak chained in front of her. Though like the last time she saw this scene eight months ago she saw a black-cloaked figure approaching, she could see glowing eyes, glowing in a shimmering gold. They looked down upon her sister. Like the last time, she was unable to move. She did not scream, she relaxed and decided to study the figure and her appearance. She could tell by the figure underneath the cloak she was a young woman, her clothing was black and red with gold accents.

Though as Yang tried to study this villain, she ignited her saber and impaled her sister through the heart with the blood red cross guarded saber. The look on her sister's face was horrifying, it was a mix of pain and horror. As the blade was withdrawn from her sister, Yang could feel her body unlock, she could move.

"NO!" she screamed out in denial she charged. Ripping the sabers off her belt she ignited their violet blades. As she lunged upward for an attack, she saw her blades get intercepted by the red blade as she landed. She swiftly felt a boot pummel her stomach. Then in one more swift move, she was sent back by a snappy force push hitting what felt like a stone wall. Stunned Yang looked at her opponent who looked down at her.

Yang felt her throat be constricted by the force as she was raised off the ground and into her opponent's hand. As she was being choked in what she could only assume was a Sith's hand, She lowered the hood on Yang's head.

It was at that moment Yang saw the Sith's golden eyes go wide, she could only see her eyes as her face was covered by either a bone like mask or shadows. As her eyes widened, she dropped Yang letting her fall to the floor. It was at this moment that woman was stunned at what she just saw and disappeared. Leaving Yang to ponder what she just saw.


While on Drommund Kaas, Ruby snapped up out of her sleep. Her eyes wide, in a cold sweat, she asked herself, Was that Yang?


A/N: Well this was an interesting thing to write considering I ripped the Tram mission from Jedi Knight Jedi Academy for the first bit for Yang's first mission. I personally love that game and said mission, so hey. I am not that happy with this Chapter as I wanted it to be shorter, but it ended up around 6.5 K. I kept the Lie Ren and Jaune's dreams though I edited them somewhat. As for Yang and Jaune I had them exempted from their Trials due to them having faced Sith. As for Blake and Lie Ren I figured Trials of combat endurance would be good enough as the Jedi wants war fighters. Lie Ren I figure would be the type of person who would go into to disarm his opponent rather than fight them. As for Blake she I think could last the time requirements.

Well with that out of the way, apologies for taking so long on this chapter, Long week (Three Exams and a Paper due) with a mix of writer's block. The next chapter will be looking at Remnant and the situation there. Well, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! Feel free to ask any questions if you have them, or give suggestions or corrections once again if you have any please give them. With that out of the way, be safe, have fun, and may the force be with you!

Blitzing Raptor