"GAAH!"

A blond teen yelled in pain as his arm went numb momentarily. His opponent had kicked his shoulder with all his might, forcing the joint to jam. He stumbled back, cringing and holding his arm.

'Okay, that hurt.' The blond thought before looking back up at his opponent.

His eyes widened and he quickly raised his lightsaber. The sound of electricity clashing echoed throughout the metal training room when the two sabers met, red on red making the point they crossed white.

The light illuminated the pale gray face of the blonde's opponent. Glowing red eyes with enough hate to burn the world glared down at him. The man was nearly two heads taller than the blond with the build like a mountain. And the strength to match, which the blond quickly realized a little too late.

The man broke off his assault. The blond backed away quickly, panting before trying to pull on his arm in an attempt to unjam it.

His opponent let out a deep-throated chuckle, which was amplified by his respirator that hid the bottom half of his face and neck. "You are truly impressive. Not properly trained and yet you can already hold your own against my assaults."

The man closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as if in elation.

"And that anger...It's extraordinary. But…you do have one fatal flaw."

The man opened his eyes and shot his hand out in the boy's direction. The blonde's eyes widened. Pain overtook his throat as if it was being crushed by an invisible hand. He grabbed his throat, feeling no physical object against his windpipes but the pressure was there nonetheless. And it was only getting tighter and tighter. The blonde choked and hacked while the Sith Lord lifted his hand up slightly. His feet left the ground, the teen kicking his legs as his vision started to blur with white and black spots. His throat and lungs hurt like no other while the rest of his body—especially his head—began to go numb.

"Your connection with the force is pathetic." The man stated before using the force to throw the blond. He slammed back first into one of the side columns, letting out a call of pain as his spine spasmed in pain. But the grip on his throat was gone. However, there was nothing keeping him up now so he fell to the ground. His cranium slammed against the metal flooring. His vision blurred and he held his head in pain.

The Sith walked over to the downed teen. He deactivated his saber and holstered it before squatting down so the blond could see the scorn in his eyes.

"You are by far one of my most promising pupils. And with my help, you will become one of the most powerful Sith in the galaxy. What says you, Heiwajima Shizuo? Will you become my apprentice?"

The boy known as Shizuo rubbed his throat one more time before pushing himself up on shaky hands and knees. He shifted so he was bowing before the master on one knee.

"Yes, Lord Malgus."

Across the galaxy in an unidentical training room, an unidentical teen boy of the same age had decided to use the room to his advantage. This room had many balancing beams and hanging rings. And the black-haired teen was hanging from one of the rings, upside-down from one bare foot that was lodged in the center. He ignored the ache in his ankle as he stretched, twisted, and arched.

The metal door at the far end of the room slid open and a streak of motion blurred out of the corner of his eye. Reacting quickly, he unhooked his foot and dropped. He felt the wind brush him and something grazed his arm. He put his hand out and used the force to push himself away from the potential threat. He landed flat-footed nearly two feet away.

Pain racked the boy's ribs as he was suddenly hit with a well placed boot to the chest. His eyes widened to the attack that he didn't see coming before the boy is sent flying across the room. He twisted so he was able to land on his feet. However, as soon as his feet touched ground, his knees gave away while gasped for breath. His body finally registered that the kick knocked the wind out of him and he coughed while hitting his chest to try and force his lungs to work right.

"Is that the best you can do?" A female voice asked.

The boy said nothing. Instead he tilted his head down and closed his eyes. Concentrating, he allowed the force to flow through his body, focusing it, harnessing it.

With blinding speed, his opponent charged the downed boy. The raven jumped up quickly and leapt back. The woman pursued, throwing punches and swinging kicks at him. With the force on his side, the boy was able to block and redirect every single one of the attacks. Dodging, blocking, dodging, blocking. Attack after attack. Watching closely for any opening to use.

A fist came swinging towards his face. He dodged yet again, this time grabbing her wrist. Her eyes widened as the boy sidestepped and, using her own momentum against her, pulled her forward. She stumbled past. The teen quickly turned and hooked his foot around hers. She let out a call of surprise before falling on her chest.

The raven quickly leapt on top of her and pushed down on her shoulders in a pin. He grinned in victory.

But it was short lived as the woman squirmed just enough to get her hand free from underneath her. She glared up at him and put her hand flat against his chest. His eyes widened before an invisible blast of a force push sent him flying. Up, up, up, he went until his back collided with the ceiling.

He gave himself no time to call out in pain as falling to the ground was a bigger issue. He force pushed himself over so he landed on a metal structure beam. there , he pushed himself up into a sitting position to catch his breath.

But he was given no time to rest as a blur of motion caught his attention on his right. His opponent was by his side and swinging a blue lightsaber. The boy gasped and let himself fall backwards. He hooked his knees around the beam so as not to fall off but that left him hanging upside down and helpless. The other end of the saber activated and was swung at him again, this time aimed for his throat.

The raven froze, eyes going wide. The saber was held not even an inch away from his neck, making sure he can't go anywhere without cutting off his own head. The heat coming off of it made the raven think he'll have a burn afterwards.

"It's my win." the woman said.

The raven put his hands up in a sign of defeat.

The woman retracted her saber before turning it off then offered her hand to the boy. He took the offer and she pulled him up.

"Not bad, definitely wasn't expecting you to last that long."

"Well, most wouldn't. I live to break expectations." He smiled up at her.

She smiled back. Then paused for a moment to think, a quizzical expression crossing her face. "You're skilled enough that you could easily be a Guardian. But you're not one to charge in. You have an amazing understanding of the force but don't like to sit around and meditate all day…"

The raven waited patiently for her to sort her thoughts.

A smile crossed her face. "I think it's time I let you in on a secret the Jedi have been keeping." She reached into the pack on her belt and pulled out a yellow crystal. "Izaya, from this day forward, you will be a sentinel."

"A sentinel? What is that?" He stared up at her with a confused expression, but the glint in his eyes said he already knew what they were.

Her eyes narrowed to that idea but she decided to play along regardless. "Sentinels are the orders unseen hand. They strike where others couldn't. Gathering information,espionage, and assassinations are a few examples of what you will be sent out to do. If you take up this duty, you as a person will no longer exist. You will be a shadow to everyone, including to fellow jedi. Orihara Izaya will be one of your many names. And out of all the Jedi, you will be the one who will be in the most danger. Are you up to the task, Orihara Izaya?"

The raven stared up at her, a cynical glint crossing his eyes before he smiled. "Of course, Master Satele."

"Wow, you're fucking gorgeous." The man decked in all black said.

"Why, thank you." A black-haired woman said, her raven locks tied to the side so it all hung off her left shoulder.

The man smiled lasciviously as he took in the sight of his soon to be bedmate. She wore a tan full body suit that reached up to around her neck. However, the top of the shoulders and both sides of the torso were exposed—that delicious exposure reaching down to the junction of her thighs and hips and up to her breasts. She had a blue tube top tunic that wrapped around her chest to keep her lumps covered. The tunic became smaller as it went down and split at the sides so all the tunic covered was her abdomens to her genitals and in the back her spine to the split of her succulent rump.

The man would never had guessed he'd get so lucky. He came to that type of pub with hopes but he mostly wanted to get drunk. Having sex would have been a bonus. And now here he was, really drunk and about to get laid.

The woman stared down at him with sultry brown eyes as she held out a glass of alcohol. The man took it and the woman sat down by him on the couch. She pressed her soft lumps against the man's arm, making the pain between his legs a little more painful.

"So, I noticed you had this." She said before reaching towards his hips.

The man waited expectantly but the raven bypassed his groin with a playful brush and grabbed the metal hilt on his hip.

"Is this a lightsaber?"

The man was immediately disappointed but he tried to hide it by swirling his drink. "Yeah."

"Oh, wow. Which one are you?"

"Pardon?"

"Are you a Sith or a Jedi?" She started twirling the saber as if to try and figure that out.

He only chuckled. This woman had obviously never seen a saber or else she'd be able to tell the markings were that of a Sith saber.

"I'm a Sith."

"Mm." The woman let out a stretched out moan to that information.

The man chuckled then leaned in close till their noses were nearly touching. "Is that good or bad?"

"Oh, it's good. I've never...been with a Sith before. A-and I really support the Sith's cause! I mean, the Jedi banishing them from their home planet is so cruel and not right. The Sith were right to take it back."

"Right?!" the man tilted his head back as he wrapped his arm around his woman with elation. "Jedi are friggin bastard's, ain't they?"

The woman only chuckled before taking a sip of her drink.

The man grinned before putting his drink and the saber down on the table. He reached forward and grabbed the woman's drink. Her eyes widened for a moment as he put it on the table as well. He then leaned forward, forcing her to lean back until she was laying on the couch and he was hovering over her.

"Wa-wait." The woman said, pushing against his chest.

"What?" He stared down at her, annoyed. "This is what you're here for."

"I-I know. But, um…" The woman scratched her cheek nervously. "I-I heard that Sith's were pretty brutal when they get...passionate. S-so, I'm um...a little scared."

"Ah, I see. Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm actually quite gentle."

"So the rumors aren't true?"

"Well...for me. There are some pretty violent Sith who probably aren't the sweetest in bed."

"Like who?"

"Huh, um," The man looked up as if trying to remember, the alcohol making his memory fuzzy. "Well, Lord Malgus, duh. And...who?"

"Who?"

"No...I can't remember his name." He rested his head on her chest. "What was the name? Hizu? Shuo? Um...Oh! OH!" he sat up to stared down at her. "Shizuo! I think it's Shizuo!"

"Shizuo?"

"Yeah. Damn, that kid is violent. I've seen him try and attack a new recruit that pissed him off. The kid was alright but the four Sih that tried to stop him got fucked up. The only reason he stopped was cuz this guy showed up."

"What guy?"

"Don't know 'im. Some brunette that shows up every once in awhile. Got eyes like a dead fish. I think he's a Sith too but I don't really see him fight."

"I see. So this Shizuo and Malgus are someone I should watch out for?"

"Heh, I'll doubt you'll see them around here. Pretty sure that kids a virgin and well...there's a rumor Lord Malgus' chambers aren't empty."

"What do you mean?"

"Hahaha, oh, you'll love this! Apparently he has a lover."

"No way."

"Swear to god. And get this. She's a Twi'lek."

"Okay, now that's a lie."

"No, it's true."

"Lord Malgus is the head of the Sith, right? No way he'd take a tailhead on as a lover."

"I'm really telling the truth. I've seen her. Blue skin, the whole shabang. I wouldn't believe it unless I hadn't of seen her myself."

"Wow. How one has fallen."

"RIght? It's only a rumor that they're lovers. I mean, Lord Malgus wouldn't want that spreading around but she's always hanging around him."

"Is she force sensitive?"

"I don't think so. She usually got a blaster."

"Huh. What's her name?"

"...Eleena….Daru?"

"Hee, having trouble with that memory of yours."

He huffed. "Well, who cares what a dirty slave's name is."

"True that. It's such a shame, really. I was hoping to meet him."

"Tonight?"

"Heehee, maybe."

"Ha, he wouldn't be coming tonight anyway. He's gonna be sacking Coruscant."

"...Excuse me?"

"Yeah, he's on a ship heading to Coruscant as we speak. The Jedi's are going down tonight."

"...I see. Wow, so the Sith are finally making headway."

"Yeah! We're gonna win this war!"

"Well, I say," The woman sat up, pushing him off a bit, and reached for the drinks. She refilled them—the alcohol bubbling profusely in the Sith's glass—and held one out to the man. "That's cause for celebration. To the Sith." She raised her glass.

"To the Sith." He tapped his glass against hers then chugged it down.

The woman watched him closely as she sipped on her drink.

The man exhaled heavily and put his glass on the table.

"Now, where were we?" he slurred as he grinned.

The woman was forced to put her glass on the floor as he wrapped his arms around her and pushed her down. Before she could stall any longer, he planted his lips on the side of her neck. She gasped but made no attempt to stop him. Empowered, he let his hands trailed over her breasts. She twitched and tried to close her legs. He chuckled.

"Getting turned on? Cuz I am." He said and to prove his point, he grinded his crotch against her thigh.

She jolted, her cheeks going red.

The man was panting heavily as he felt ever more empowered. He pulled down her tunic so there were less layers between his hands and her breasts. He gripped the lumps hungrily. She twitched and closed her eyes.

'So cute. She's so cute. So sexy.' he thought.

His panting became heavier.

'Oh wow, I need to calm down. I'm having troubles breathing.'

He chuckled at himself for getting so excited. But he paused and put his hands at her side to catch his breath.

However, his throat only became tighter as he sat still.

'What's...what's happening?' His eyes widened as he was now gasping for breath.

The woman just watched him with cold eyes.

'She...did she…'

"Y...you…" His words were racked with heavy gasps as he held his throat.

"What's wrong?" Her gentle face suddenly twisted into a malicious grin. "Is your throat closing up?"

'She is! She's a Jedi spy!'

"Y…" His throat completely closed, his eyes widening as he began to feel extremely lightheaded.

The woman sat up and put a foot on his shoulder to push him away. He fell back, choking loudly as his lungs screamed for air.

The spy stood up, sighing heavily as she fixed her outfit. She then grabbed her bag and pulled out a device. A hologram of another woman showed up.

"Master, Malgus has a weakness. It's a Twi'lek, her name is Eleena Daru. She's supposedly Malgus' lover and always by Malgus' side."

"Good job, Ori—"

The hologram shifted as something loud echoed throughout the room the woman was in. Connection was immediately lost.

"Shit." The raven cursed before putting the holopad back in her bag. She then grabbed the Sith's saber off the table and looked down at him. "You won't be needing this anymore. Best not to let it go to waste."

She stuffed it in her bag as the Sith glared up at her.

'I'm a fool.' He thought before his vision went black.

Shizuo as an adult and full-fledged Sith stood in a crowded room. Forty Sith stood around him, all of which were preparing themselves for the upcoming battle. Some bounced up and down with anticipation, others rocked side to side due to there own nervousness. Shizuo, however, remained calm and level-headed—for once. Unlike the rest of his comrades, he had an objective in mind. He knew what he had to do. He knew that Lord Malgus would be watching him and that he best not fail his master. He had to prove himself and this was the perfect opportunity.

"BRACE!" Screamed the pilot over the intercom.

Everyone grabbed the metal bar above their heads. Shizuo looked up before he grabbed his, hearing the metal creak in his grip. He let go for a moment before concentrating on controlling his strength then gripped it again. Although it didn't matter now that the bar had a mold for his fingers.

Someone tapped against his hand and he looked over. A man with dark brown hair who was younger than Shizuo stared up at him with a blank expression. Shizuo smiled down at him.

"See you on the other side, brother." The man said.

"Yeah. See you then, Kasuka."

The whole room suddenly shook violently. Shizuo's grip on the bar tightened and he spread his feet out to keep himself from swinging. Kasuka did the same, however he still ended up leaning against Shizuo heavily.

The ship they were in had just crashed into the Jedi temple. Lord Malgus had devised a brilliant but barbaric plan to sack Coruscant. Attacking the Jedi on their home turf was the last thing anyone would expect. And it would damage their forces and moral of the soldiers immensely. At least that's what Shizuo was told. He didn't really care for the reasoning. Lord Malgus gave an order and that's all that mattered to him.

The sound of metal scraping against stone was deafening from inside the loading bay of the ship. Shizuo gritted his teeth as his grip only tightened on the bar. Kasuka was leaning against Shizuo completely now. His hand held the bar above his head tightly while his other hand was holding onto Shizuo's breastplate tightly to try and get himself on both feet. Shizuo wrapped his free arm around Kasuka's waist and pulled him up to try and get him standing. All around the room, Sith's were falling over as well. Some were leaning against the wall, others were flat on their bottoms unable to stand back up.

The ship slid to a stop. Now able to, those that fell over straightened up, some brushed themselves off. But they made sure to fix themselves up quickly and soon everyone began to unhook their blades from their sides—Shizuo and Kasuka doing the same.

The blond looked down at his saber for a moment, inspecting his new weapon. The hilt was made of Mandalorian Iron, the only metal that could stop a lightsaber and the only one that Shizuo couldn't accidentally break. It had two blades that ran down the side of the hilt forming a kind of guard for his hand. It was also incredibly sharp, giving him an extra weapon to use in battle. His master had given it to him as a reward for his efforts to be the best apprentice and Shizuo had no intention to take it for granted.

The doors of the ship slowly opened, revealing the temple. There were some Jedi's lying dead with heavy lacerations or were sprawled underneath giant blocks of cement and stone—all of which looked to be injuries caused by the crash. Shizuo put on his Sith mask, Kasuka doing the same.

"You better not die, Kasuka."

Kasuka glanced up at him. "Same to you, brother."

The Sith ignited their sabers then charged out, turning right immediately to head toward the front of the ship. Standing at the front stood Malgus and a blue Twi'lek—Shizuo didn't know where she came from or why she was always by his master's side but he had gotten used to seeing her there...even though she was a lowly tailhead.

Shizuo decided to focus on the Jedi that were charging towards them. At the head of the charge was a man. Shizuo didn't know him but he knew he was a Jedi master. As the blond ran past, Malgus finally ignited his lightsaber. Shizuo's eyes narrowed as he gripped his saber hard.

Everything exploded into chaos as the Jedi and Sith finally met. Electricity cracked as saber met saber, screams could already be heard as some Sith and some Jedi were downed immediately.

Shizuo allowed his anger to overtake him which allowed the force to grip him tight and bolster his speed and strength even more than it already was. The first Jedi to rush him was immediately slashed down the torso. The second was kicked in the throat, crushing the spine and killing him instantly. The dead body slammed into another Jedi from the force of his kick. Terror flashed in that Jedi's eyes as he pushed the body up but Shizuo decided to put that to rest as he rushed over and swung his saber, cutting the two in half diagonally.

Three deaths were already under his belt so he decided to look around for Kasuka. His mask was identical to Shizuo's and the two of them were the only Siths that hadn't put up their hoods. But trying to spot his dark brown locks in a sea of brown was a little tough. But that, of course, didn't stop him as he finally spotted his little brother. He was in a lock with a Jedi, red and blue crossed in front of them. And Shizuo could see that Kasuka was being pushed back, his right leg bracing himself up. Shizuo rushed over.

Only to be stopped by a Jedi that came flying from his left. Shizuo turned to meet the Jedi, giving a wild swing of his saber. His saber clashed with the Jedi's, who held it as a guard. The hit made him bounce back mid-air, sending him flying. Shizuo continued on his rush to Kasuka.

Another Jedi attacked him, this one skidding to a stop in front of him and brandishing his saber. Shizuo slashed at him without hesitation. The Jedi dodged to the side, Shizuo following with another strong swing. Another well-timed dodge. Shizuo gritted his teeth before turning his head to look at Kasuka. Kasuka had broken out of the stalemate and was now dancing around the Jedi. Shizuo sighed but he was still determined to get to him. He looked back to his opponent, who was leaping in the air to swing his saber down at him. Shizuo sidestepped and swung his leg up with as much strength as he could muster. His armor-clad leg collided with the Jedi's rib and Shizuo heard the grotesque noise of numerous things snapping. The Jedi flew back far, letting out a scream of pain as he went.

Something slammed against Shizuo's back and he quickly turned to see a young Jedi reeling back from the blow he had dealt with his saber—which had just bounced off the blonde's armor. Shizuo glared death at him as he turned with a wild swing of his saber. The Jedi screamed in fear as he held up his saber to block. He was successful with that but he was pushed back as if force pushed, falling flat on his rump a few feet away. Shizuo let out a scream of rage and charged the downed Jedi. The Jedi screamed and closed his eyes, preparing to die.

Shizuo swung his blade down. But another Jedi shoved her saber between them and caught Shizuo's. She cringed as she was using both hands to hold the saber at hip height so it would go no lower. Shizuo glared at her and swung him blade towards her torso. She let out a short yell of pain before reeling away from the diagonal slice that laced up her body.

"Master!" The boy yelled.

Shizuo glared down at him before reaching forward. The boy swung his blade but Shizuo batted it away with his armored left arm. He grabbed the chest of the boy's shirt and pulled him to his feet. Then pushed him away.

"If you can't fight then get the fuck out of here. This is no place for kids."

The boy looked at him with confusion and terror in his blue eyes.

"GET OUT!" Shizuo yelled, rushing forward.

The Jedi jumped before running.

Shizuo huffed before turning away. That boy was either still a padawan or had become a jedi just recently. The blond wouldn't fault him for being scared. He'll leave that up to the Jedi's that saw him run.

Shizuo scanned the area again for Kasuka. However, he was interrupted by another Jedi, another male, who was glaring hate at him. Shizuo glared at him and held his saber out at his side. Before he could rush forward, he noticed movement on his right and left. With a glance he saw a female jedi on his left and another male on his right. And he could hear someone rush up behind him.

'Can't take me on one at a time, huh?' He thought bitterly. 'Cowards.'

Shizuo rushed forward, only to push his foot on the ground and veer right with a reeling punch. He hit the man hard in the shoulder. There was a satisfying crack and the man let out a call of pain as he fell away. The other three charged at Shizuo. The blond turned, deflecting one light saber with his own, dodging to the side, and blocking the third with his left arm. He heard the armor creak under the blow but felt nothing against his flesh so assumed he was fine. The woman rushed at him with another strike. Instead of dodging like before, he kicked her square in her chest. She hacked but Shizuo didn't hear anything break, which he cursed again.

Shizuo tapped a second button on his hilt, revealing a second blade. The Jedi's eyes widened before the blond rammed his saber-holding-forearm into the face of the man who was clashing sabers with him. The man's head reeled back and Shizuo used this opportunity to slice the blade into his right shoulder to stop at his chest. Shizuo kicked the now dead jedi away and pushed his left arm up to raise the saber away just long enough to do a twist out from underneath it.

The Jedi were dumbfounded as the blond sith's saber was standard size, not long like a saber staff usually is. They had never seen something like this before. And that notion only added to the terror that was already coursing through them.

'Who the hell is this sith?'

Both Jedi rushed to Shizuo's sides and swung their blades at the same time in an attempt to cut Shizuo in half. Shizuo leaped back and brought his saber to his middle, holding the blade at an angle to successfully block both of the blades.

However, the jedi Shizuo had broken the shoulder of came charging forward, holding his saber in his other hand. The blonde's eyes widened.

'Shit!'

Shizuo was ready to raise his foot in an attempt to kick him. But luckily he didn't need to as a dark brown-haired Sith flashed by like a streak of light. The man's eyes widened before his head rolled from his shoulder and his brother came to a skidding stop a few feet away. The Jedi's eyes widened and Shizuo used that to his advantage. He twirled his saber similar to a baton to knock the Jedi's blades away then held the saber against his hip—which his hands pressed to himself so that there wouldn't be a possibility the saber touched him—then twirled in a circle. The two Jedi let out yells of pain as the man's upper thigh and the woman's side were sliced. The man fell to his knees as Shizuo stopped twirling and leapt away. Kasuka came in for the killing blow, slicing off the man's head in an elegant slice. The woman, on the other hand, leapt away. She stumbled back before another Jedi—a man with dark skin—wrapped his arm around her and used the force to jump away.

Shizuo growled before running after them. However, no surprise, he was again stopped. This time Shizuo struck before seeing who it was. He made a swift sweeping motion, cutting off something. He had planned for a killing blow but the Jedi had moved swiftly—which resulted in the lost of a hand. The Jedi called out more in surprise than pain. The Jedi swung his saber. Shizuo ducked to dodge and mad another sweeping motion that took out his opponent's legs. The Jedi fell to the ground, unable to move.

Shizuo stood up and towered over the Jedi, deactivating the second end to his saber so he could make a downward stab without worrying about harming his mask. But that notion was put on hold when Shizuo finally took a look at his opponent. To Shizuo's dismay this was a Jedi in training, a padawan. He could tell by how young he was. He must have been fourteen at most.

The boy glared up at him. Fear glowed in his eyes but more prominent than that was a burning hatred. He spat at Shizuo's shoes.

"D-Do it, Sith. It's what you want, isn't it?" The boy stammered.

Shizuo hesitated but only for a moment. He knew what would happen if he let him live. Knew that he had made this boy an easy target for the Sith and new that the torturous interrogation that awaited him would be far worse than death. And so he slashed through his heart and lungs, ending his life quickly. The boy's eyes remained forever wide as they stared up at the ceiling.

Shizuo let out a breath before looking around the room. The temple was in absolute chaos. It seemed like only four or five Jedi remained. Bodies were scattered everywhere and Shizuo was a little displeased that there seemed to be an equal amount of Sith on the group as Jedi. But he told himself he was just imagining as he could see several Sith—more than Jedi—still in battle or heading to the ship to tend to their injuries.

Kasuka tapped Shizuo's arm to get his attention. The blond looked down at him. Kasuka then looked over to their left in an obvious gesture to follow his gaze. Shizuo did so to see his master locked in combat with a male Jedi, a broken pillar partly obscuring his view. The two stared at each other before Kasuka nodded. Shizuo sighed but headed over, starting at a jog that quickly turned into a run.

Shizuo jumped over the pillar just as Lord Malgus was punched in the face. But the dark lord only turned with the swing, did a full one-eighty and imbedded his saber into the Jedi Master's stomach. Shizuo stopped in his tracks to observe. The Jedi jolted to the injury, Lord Malgus giving a glare of hate before pulling out his saber. The Jedi stumbled back before turning to the broken entryway of the Jedi Temple. He took only a few steps towards then fell to his knees. Then to his chest, where he would lay until his comrades collected his corpse.

Lord Malgus followed the Jedi with his eyes that burned with disgust. Then he turned to Shizuo. Bowing his head to the dark lord, the apprentice spoke.

"Lord Malgus, it seems like we have overrun the Jedi. The rest have retreated. We've won."

Malgus looked down at him.

"No, we haven't."

Shizuo looked up at him in confusion. Malgus, however, had turned his back on Shizuo in favor of walking towards the entrance of the temple. And as he did, the blond heard Malgus say:

"Come, Shizuo, for this is just the beginning."

The woman left the building with ease, her bag having an extra saber and extra credits from the Sith's wallet. She went out the front door with the bouncer's wishing her a nice day. Once outside, she made haste to her ship.

She boarded her defender class light corvette quickly and went straight to one of her closets. She pushed her tube top down and pulled her body suit up. She squeezed out of the slit on the side to make her top bare. She exposed a padded breast pack that layed on her chest. She lifted her fake breasts over her head to take them off and put them in the closet—which had five more breast packs. The woman—who was actually a man—scratched his flat chest before brushing it off.

Beeping drew his attention down the hall. An astrodroid came wheeling towards him.

"38." The raven said. "Set a course for Coruscant immediately. And try to locate Master Satele if you can."

The T7 model beeped in reply before making a U-turn to the cockpit.

The raven hurriedly put his clothes back on, closed the closet, then ran following after the droid. T7-38 beat him to it and was already plugged into the hard drive of the ship. The engine powered up. The ship began warming itself. As soon as it was warm enough, it lifted off the landing pad and headed to space as quickly as it could move.

As soon as they were outside of the planet's atmosphere, T7-38 activated the hyperdrive then set a course for Coruscant.