Chapter 5

Later that night Drogan woke quietly and reached for his previously prepared belongings. This had been a long time coming now. He swung his backpack on and in his hands he carried his red lightsaber and his red shield. One of his own inventions, the shield was a miniaturized force field that was collapsible to about the size of a small lightsaber. When fully activated the shield glows deep red and is able to deflect blows from a lightsaber, he had only made four, one for himself and the three leading the rebellion.

Drogan realized his folly in giving one to his brother, if he was caught escaping it was likely to be used against him. Drogan hastened to the door and looked both ways to find no one there. Perfect for escape. He gathered the force around him and set off at a high speed run to the hanger bays, where a fully loaded infiltrator was waiting for him. As he rounded the last corner he heard the familiar sound of a lightsaber being activated, he skidded to a halt and prepared to meet his attacker.

The doors to the hanger opened and Molker stepped out, lightsaber in hand.

"I can't let you leave, Drogan, we need you here", he said with an eerie calm.

"Your rebellion will work any way but at the cost of many lives and I don't want to be a part of it but don't worry, I'm still on your side Molker. When the time comes I'll still fight with you against Sideous".

"That can't be good enough brother, if you want to abandon everything we stood for then you will have to go through me", He sneered. Drogan answered by activating his own lightsaber and powering up his shielded with an unnerving buzz.

"If that's the way it has to be brother".

"Very well, brother", Molker turned his blade so it faced the floor and activated the other side of the double edged lightsaber. Drogan swallowed with apprehension, Molker wasn't only the last surviving family that he had but he was also the best fighter, besides the masters, amongst all of the sith.

Drogan was going to have to fight carefully if he wanted his freedom. With the blinding speed that only the sith had, they leaped for each other swinging their lightsabers wildly. The two of them attacked relentlessly using their power to attack first and ask questions later as they had been taught. Molker quickly went on the offensive using his power to force his brother to parry and block attacks desperately.

Molker was unprepared when his brother executed a flawless twisting sweep and it took him by surprise. He quickly recovered parrying a few more blows before bringing his lightsaber down from above his head and knocking Drogan to the floor. He was about to deliver an incapacitating blow when Drogan struck out with his shield catching his brother in the chest.

While he was still flying from the attack Drogan reached out with the force and threw his brother back down the hallway as he passed through the hanger doors and locked them behind himself. He turned and fled the Academy in the nearest infiltrator available to him.

Molker looked up through the nearest view port at the fleeing infiltrator and smiled to himself,

"Good luck brother, may our paths cross again". Sending his brother some understanding and an apology through the force. He wasn't sure yet if he had made the right choice but either way he would miss his brother.

Drogan caught his brother's message and pushed the throttle as far as it would go as he flew out of the ship that had been his home. What would he do now? He couldn't go back, he would be executed as an example.

What about the jedi? They could use the force as well. If he could prove himself to them maybe they would take him in. He turned to take one last look at his home. He should have done this sooner, before someone got killed maybe.

"We will meet again soon", he said to himself as much as it was for Molker. It was too late now anyway what was done was done. He set the co-ordinates for Courascant and vanished into hyperspace.