(A/N) Ok, yes I do know who Mandalore is but I'm assuming they don't know, though Bastilla would most likely sense it was him, and I tried using barriers and what not but nothing showed up, however yours have been working quite well Emerald. Hope you don't mind me using. Ok everyone, enjoy!

Chapter 10:

Drendan's mind was open, his body closed. He was completely unaware of his surroundings, yet was examining all activity for kiliometers. He was in a vegetable type trance, dead, yet still alive, awear of everything through the Force. It was part of the plan Revan and Drendan had thought of, the plan that had never been spoken of yet had been more closely planned out than a Coruscant late-night theatre performance.

Despite the large number of cuts and open wounds, the high loss of blood, the burn markings, the electro-shock markings, and numberous other torture signs, Drendan's body seemed still to be defiant, even though he was barely alive, it still seemed to be the body of a true strong rebel. Drendan took no notice as he stared down at his body however. Drendan had concentrated enough and blocked out the pain to seperate his body from his spirit, only connected by an invisible cord linking Drendan to his body.

He could sense the red-skinned guard rushing into the chamber. The room was small, only big enough for a few machines and droids, and of course the deadly table-bed on which all the torture and interrogation tactics had been conducted. The rooms were the same for the two warriors, exactly the same. Linked to a few machines were needles and connections that lead to the machines to check the vital signs and to report status of the two prisoners to make sure they didn't go too far with the torture.

Perfect.

Drendan and Revan formed their plan inbetween torture and had ignored the pain just enough to communicate through the Force and weave together a plan that would get them out of the Sith ship.

But then he sensed it. In an instant he snapped back to his body, feeling the pain once again instantly. The Sith dressed in a black tunic and garments jolted in and unstrapped Drendan from the table. Drendan blocked out the pain just enough to become completely aware of exactly what was going on. Now this would be the hard part. Staying concious yet still working in the Force enough to keep himself in the edge-of-death state untill it was time to strike. This would prove to be rather difficult.

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Malak stared at the framilliar face, arms crossed upon his chest. He knew his apprentice would be ready, and things would be as they must. He sensed the threat of the True Sith, just as all the other Force-sensatives would have. But now he could use his perfect apprentice to gain the advantage, and rule over the galaxy for good.

"Him." Malak said to the scientists, no-doubt speaking of the anger-faced human in front of him. "He is perfect. He will do well. His power is far greater than I could've ever imagined. Perhaps more powerful than the original. Someday his power may surpass mine." But by then his use to me will have passed, and he will die. Malak thought. And he, will, die.

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Drendan brushed himself off and cracked his neck a bit. He felt as if he'd had a good nights rest and an energy replenisher, even though it'd only been a few hours since the las torture.

"Now what?" Revan questioned, feeling just as good as Drendan.

"We didn't plan it this far out did we..." Drendan looked down at the bodies of which the two had drained the life from. "Well let us think of what you had done the time on The Leviathan..."

"To the bridge I suppose?" Revan assumed.

"No, not a chance." Drendan replied quickly. "These won't be Malak's forces or human Dark Jedi. These will be Sith. Real Sith, and I don't think we could face all of these guys up to the bridge, a few real Sith lords, learn some other freak used to be your apprentice, then head back to the Hangar and dodge about a 2000 kilometer thick wall of whatever blaster fire this old ships got."

"Mhm..." Revan listened. "And what other choice do we have?"

"This technology... It's not what you'd think."

"What?"

"They may be more powerfull than Malak and everyone, but this technology is way older than any of our weapons. If we can get to the Ebon Hawk, we'd probally be able to blast our way out of here."

"Hmm... Never thought about literally blasting my way through a hangar bay... But ok, sounds fun." Revan immaturely remarked. Drendan chuckled a bit and began to step towards the door out of the med-lab, when suddenly the ship shook. A loud explosion was heard and the ship vibrated with the impact of a blaster shot.

"The others!" Drendan shouted.

The ship shook again and a siren sounded, sending an alarming ring through out the ship. Red lights flared, and the ship continuously shook.

"We have to get out of here now!" Revan exclaimed. "If they get out here and find that we're not unconcious or worse, we've got no hope!"

Drendan had already begun to nod and rush out of the room, eager to get off the ship. Luckily the whole hall was used only for medical-labs and a few offices. Revan chased after his ally as they turned a corner and headed down the corridors. Up ahead Drendan and Revan spotted a small flight of stairs that had about 10 steps. After the steps there was a small white-tiled floor, and in the opposite direction from the first flight, was yet another.

Drendan used only his physical strength to hop over the railing and land at the bottom of the second slight with Revan following close behind. Revan began to use the Force even in mid-air, preparing to lead the way this time.

Revan suddenly burst ahead towards a few more doors. Drendan sensed the disturbance too, soon the halls would be occupied by dozens of Sith, and neither of them wanted to be around when that happened. The ship shooked again and Revan slammed through a door at the same time, crushing the door. A startled Sith jumped at the sight. It appeared to be a young adult Sith who was meditating despite the chaos beginning to erupt.

Revan wasted no time slamming his foot into the Sith's jaw followed by Drendan's fist into his stomache. Revan hopped over the desk the Sith had been sitting at and Drendan copied the act. Revan tapped in a command to slide the next door open and strutted through, but almost immidietly tried to rush back in.

Drendan peeked out to see what Revan had tried to escape, but knew it was a mistake even before he saw the perilous sight. The Force showed him. Showed him the dozens of Sith with their hilts in their hands, ready to kill.

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Jolee's blade was in a blurr, slashing at the creatures in front of him without pause between manuvers. He didn't think, he didn't decide, he simply surrandered to the Force and let it guide him and move him through the horde of mutated sewer creatures. The red and blue blaster bolts never came close to him however. He could sense their approach and would simply swing at the monsters behind it and let the bolt press into the head of the mutant. And his blade was a blurr.

The sound was deafining, Jolee's blade, the blaster bolts, the mutant's cries, Zaalbar's own unhuman cries (if he had ever come close to makeing a human-like noise before). The slight faint hissing had completely been trampled upon as the creatures roared with anger and the sound of black venom spewering across the floors, disengrating the ground, had taken over.

Mission began to sweat much more than before, her concentration percise. She had better aim than Jolee could've ever remembered. Her shots were all instant head blasts, it seemed as if she had the Force directing her shots, but they all knew ,(at least Jolee) it was simply Mission's accuracy, and only Mission's accuracy.

The horde began to die down as Atton tossed a gernade far down the path, leaving a wide hole open. Mira began to fire off her rocket explosives, making sure they wouldn't come near Jolee before each blast. The more explosives that came the more creatures dropped.

Mira's shots, which had been more sloppy at first do to the hot tears stinging her eyes, became almost as accurate as Missions. While she used a sniper like rifle, Atton used a repeater, only releasing the trigger to reload.

Mira's fear faded as the last handfull began to back away. She sighed with relief and let Jolee finish them off. A huge burden had been lifted. Her greatest fear had been conquered. Now they had to continue against who knew what. But she had no time to savor the moment. Jolee was already rushing foward, his boots clattering against the metal.

"Come on, let's go!" Jolee commanded. "Mission where do we go from here!"

"This way," Mission began to gesture towards the way but Jolee was already at an opening leading to a small area that sewer water splashed in the middle, leaving limited space to manuver arround it. "To the left!"

Atton struggled to keep up with the Jedi, as did Mira. Zaalbar and Mission didn't have as much trouble since they had been closer to Jolee to begin with. Atton began to slow down a bit, losing his breath. He was tough, but they were moving too fast. Even Mira passed him up as he leaned foward, hand on knee.

Mira turned around shortly, still moving slowly.

"Atton come on!" She cried. "Hurry!" The urgency in her voice increased, and Atton couldn't tell why, whether it had been because she was afraid of losing another pair of arms to fire off a few more rounds, or if she was afraid of losing Atton.

"I-" Atton cut himself off to gasp for air before speaking quickly again. "I can't!"

"Yes you can Atton!" Dread began to fill her as she could feel something wrong, it had not taken the Force to feel that somethign was wrong. Something was coming. She rushed foward and gripped Atton's hand and yanked him hard, running faster than before.

By now the gorup had already passed the door Mission had gestured too, but Mira and Atton soon joined them. Jolee's face told the story as he turned to make sure everyone was following. It was clear he sensed something coming. Almost as soon as he had looked back, the sound of multiple things banging against the metal ground grew louder.

Mira nearly sobbed as dozens more creatures rushed through the door at them from the rear. She instinctively fired off a few rounds at the creatures but quickly let it go with one hand and held on tighter with the other. Atton was slowing down again, and slowing down fast. Mira grabbed his hand again and began to run as much as she could, trying to catch up to the others before they closed in on the two.

Jolee leaded everyone into another small room with water pipes covering one side, going farther than anyone could see. Mission and Zaalbar were in immidietly, and luckily so were Mira and Atton. Jolee motioned for Zaalbar to shut the doors and Mission ran to help her Wookie friend. They struggled with the door for a few moments but the monsters didn't stop running.

"Jolee, it won't budge!" Mission shouted as Zaalbar continued unsuccesfully with his attempt to shut the metal doors completely. Jolee pushed Mission a bit and began to concentrate, trying to shut the doors with the Force. Zaalbar stopped and stepped back.

"Throw a gernade near the door!" Jolee choked.

"But Jolee-"

"Do it now dammit!" Jolee commanded Mission. Mission trembled a bit before reaching to her side, gripping a frag gernade tightly. She threw it a few yards from the door on the outside and ran back. Jolee was inches from shutting the doors when the mutants ran straight at the gernade. The gernade exploded, taking out the front mutants and sending the others back against walls or to the ground. The door had shut right after the mutants flew back, but Jolee also took some of the explosion. He flew back with small flames on his robes before slamming into the wall head first and slumping to the ground. Multiple holes, dirt smudges, fire marks, and more damage was seen on the old Jedi's robes and tunics. Small cuts covered alot of his arms and a few on his head, but what was most terrifying was the blood line coming from the top of the wall down near Jolee's head.

The others ran foward immidietly, squatting and kneeling near his body to check the damage on him. He was bleeding from the back of his head continuously. Blood dripped down to his neck, but he seemed not to feel the pain. His eyes parted slowly and began to dart at from each of the worried-looking warriors. However he didn't speak. He simply stood up to his feet and continued to lead through the other door.

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It had been nearly a hour after the explosion and noone had said a word. The encountered small gorups of creatures here and there, but no large floods like the creatures from before. Mission had lead the way with Zaalbar at her side and Jolee right behind them. Atton and Mira walked near eachother, both with their heads turned in opposite directions.

But now they neared their destination. Mission pointed directly ahead but noone needed her to point out the gigantic building. Up ahead where it seemed to be a dead-end, a large wall blocked the way to anywhere further, yet it seemed to have crumbled in on itself. Only bricks and rubble remained of the once mighty wall. Beyond it however was the Sith lab. The white metal seemed to have been compeltely untouched since it's creation. It was spotless. However it seemed no larger than a Telos apartment complex. It was amazing how something so small could've created so much destruction.

Jolee sighed heavily and stopped for a moment, then continued his path towards the building, now taking the lead. Onwards the crew went.

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Drendan and Revan were in no possition to compromise as they stood in the hangar bay facing the Sith lord Horrus with his dozens of Sith standing behind him.

"You have attempted and failed an escape, and now your weak friends have come." Horrus calmly stated. "You can not escape. You can not flee. Your only chance to leave with your life is to give us the information we want."

"Give it up Horrus," Revan said smugly. "We won't speak, and not even killing us can help you get the information you want."

"Ah. Very well then." Horrus seemed to be a bit disappointed, even though he accpected this answer. His hand began to move up to stop the Sith behind him before they even moved, his other hand grabbing his hilt. "You shall perish."

Drendan and Revan called their own hilts to their hands from their spot on Horrus's belt. All three lightsabers were on in a flash, and they were all in battle. Revan, even though he knew he couldn't handle it himself, rushed foward in front of Drendan and began to attack agressively. Horrus slid back, his right side in front. He blocked one high and one low attack with ease. Revan began to strike with more power however, and the Sith gripped his blade with both hands.

Drendan however took a quick flip over the two and landed with his saber coming down on the Sith's head from behind. Horrus pushed Revan's blade away during his defense and brought his weapon back behind him to block Drendan's as well. Horrus pushed Revan back with the Force and turned to the left, following his saber as it struck near Drendan's side. Drendan's blade interfered. Soon though Drendan's hand was in the air, and so was Horrus.

The Sith used Drendan's own energy and back flipped over an attacking Revan. The red blade shot in a side sweep near Revan's neck but he had already ducked. Drendan brought his saber to Horrus's and drove it to the right, letting Revan backflip highly over Horrus this time. And at once Drendan and Revan swung from left and right, high and low.

Horrus blocked Drendan's and stepped back away from Revan's. Revan barely missed Drendan's elbow as his target moved out of the way. This time Horrus slammed both of their saber's towards the ground and front flipped over them, his blade only releasing from theirs as he landed. Horrus let his blade float in front of him as both his hands went out to the side and back, palms facing the two.

Instantly Drendan and Revan lost control and flew backwards. They landed on the ground, yet rolled however. Their sabers never turned off before they shot back to their owners hands however. It amused the Sith lord, but it did not stop him. They all continued their battle once more, striking and blocking, evading and rushing. It was not long before the ship shook again and the Sith's lightsaber flew towards the hangar bay's closed doors that the ships went through. Drendan and Revan saw this as an opening in unison. Not to strike, but to escape.

They were sprinting for the Ebon Hawk in no-time, leaving the Sith in confusion. Horrus began to concentrate, knowing he couldn't strike them without the Force. Horrus began to shake the ship him self.

He roared in anger and concentration as a ship began to float. It suddenly shot in front of the two and crashed into their path. Drendan had managed to slide under it just in time, while Revan flew over the ship. This only angered Horrus more and fueled his power, yet it was too late.

Drendan and revan hopped into the ship and darted for the cockpit. Half ways their the Sith ship shook and they nearly fell over, but didn't stop moving. Revan began to tap in the codes and charged up the ship.

"Are you crazy!" Drendan yelled over the roar of metal colliding, blaster shots firing against the hull of the ship, and the pounding of an unseen force slamming against the Ebon Hawk.

"No just a little-bit risky." Revan instantly knew what Drendan was talking about as the ship rose for a moment. before scraping against the top of the Sith ship. "Remember what I said earlier?" His eyes stayed fixed on the controls.

"About blasting through the doors?"

"Yeah, do it."

"Are you nuts!" Drendan began. "I thought you were kidding, we'd never make it out of here!"

But he knew it was the only idea out of either of them, and shot to the turrets immidietly after his last words. Moments later Revan heard the satisfying sound of the Ebon Hawk's blaster cannons firing at the wall. Another moment later and the doors began to bend outwards. It was working! Revan sensed the Sith all rushing back into the main ship for oxygen while the walls bursted open. Revan shot out within a second and Drendan returned to the cockpit.

"This is Revan! Can you hear me!"

"This is Visas!" A framilliar voice blurted. "You guys ready to get out of here!"

"Oh we're ready." Drendan boomed. And within a moment, they were into hyperspace.

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Horrus remained in the hangar. The others had ran, but no not him. He stood watching the ship getaway. He cursed himself in side. Wrists crossed behind his back, he stared. Soon his hilt began to float back from space and neared him. He reached out with his palm and gripped it, filling it's smooth metal in his hand. They had escaped. But he promised himself that this blade would cut through their flesh someday. He promised.