The Ebon Hawkexited hyperspace, a good safe 20,000 kilometres from Malachor V's gravity-well that surrounded the dead planet. The small freighter, navigated by its pilot, Atton, began to weave in and out of the ships of the Republic and Mandalorian fleet as they drew closer to the planet, a reminder of how the Mandalorian Wars ended.

"Keep her steady, Atton," Galak said, sitting in the co-pilots chair. Galak tapped away furiously on the controls to his side, as he entered an approach vector for a valley that would house the Ebon Hawk.Atton, calm as ever, held onto the freighters manual steering column, as he directed the small ship towards the planet.

"So what's this planet like?" Atton asked apprehensively, noticing the state of the planet. Their sight was filled with the lightning storms that were a constant on the dead planet.

"You better be a crack pilot, or otherwise we're in some serious trouble when we enter the atmosphere!" Galak stated. Atton replied with a grunt as he tried to keep control of the Ebon Hawkas he manoeuvred it around the broken ships in the gravity-well. Galak turned to view the screen on the panel at his right hand side. It was spewing out data of the planets condition. Constant barometric activity, tectonic movements and fluxing gravity where the things that caught Galak's eyes.

"Entering atmosphere. Hold on to your Pazaak cards!" Atton yelled. His face turned to worry as they began their entry. Galak felt the turbulence grow as they accelerated to compensate for the changing gravity. As he stared out the cockpit, Galak could tell that Malachor V was going to cause him some problems. The lightning for a start, and when he and his group land, the Stormbeasts would offer up a challenge.

The Ebon Hawk descended sharply, and then rose up again as Atton almost flew into a rock-face. The pilot had beads of sweat dripping from his forehead as he tried to regain control of the ship. The Ebon Hawkbegan to snake uncontrollably around cliff edges and tall mountains. Galak's line of sight out of the cockpit window was sky then stone and sky again. Galak got out of his seat, but stumbled a little as the ship bumped against a column of stone. He fell forward onto the cold metal plates, banging his head which disoriented him a little bit. He shook his head, and began to run as he stood up. He ran down the passage of the ship into the main hold, where everyone had gathered and clung onto something.

"Master, where are you going?" Brianna asked, holding onto a bar protruding from the bulkhead door of the storage room. Standing next to her was Bao-Dur, the Iridonian technician. He, like Galak's companions, was totally immersed in the powers of the Dark Side. He stared absently at Galak, before getting a better grip on the bar. Galak sensed that Bao-Dur was disturbed by the planet of Malachor V, as he was the one who was responsible for its current state.

"None of your business!" Galak shouted angrily, his eyes flaring in rage to a luminous yellow. He turned his head briefly to meet Brianna's before heading for the loading ramp. He stood by the control panel that would lower the ramp, and took a deep breath. He slammed his hand on the panel and the mechanical whir of the ramp descending which should have followed, did not. Instead, the loading area was filled with a rush of wind and the sound of thunder. Galak tried to compose himself, but even he had a fear of what he was planning.

From his viewpoint, the planet of Malachor was rushing away from him, even with all the turns and twists. He held on to the left hydraulic of the ramp, hoping to keep his balance. And he managed it, however at the expense of his blaster. It fell from his belt and slid down the ramp. He watched it disappear; thanking the Dark Side it wasn't his Lightsaber.

Don't think I'll need that anyway!

Galak was suddenly thrown forward. He rolled down the ramp, his robe wrapping around him. He approached the bottom of the ramp, with about two metres to go before his imminent death. His arms struggled to free themselves, and he fell from the ramp. His left arm suddenly broke free from the material and grabbed the edge of the ramp. He gripped with all his strength and grabbed the ledge with his other arm. Galak stared down, towards the surface of Malachor. The barren rock formations seemed to be getting closer to the ship. The ship began to descend faster towards the planets surface, and Galak was running out of time.

Galak began focus his mind on getting back up into the ship. He summoned all his powers over the Force, and concentrated. He concentrated hard. He listened to the wind whistling past him, the sound of his robes fluttering faintly during the whistling. The Ebon Hawk, however, made more noise than anything. The engines hummed louder than anything, but the hum maintained a constant flow. Galak gave out an almighty roar as he tapped into the powers he possessed, and pulled himself upwards. He, however, did not reach the loading ramp.

The Ebon Hawkcrashed, wedging itself between two rock walls of a crevice. Green mist, which seemed to be naturally recurring on the planet after the activation of the Mass Shadow Generator, filled much of the crevice. Galak hovered briefly above the ship, as his leap sent him hurtling above the ship, just as it crashed. Galak fell rapidly, heading straight for the outer hull of the ship. He landed on his side, hard, at the very left of the ship. He rolled onto the hard ground, barely conscious. His body was badly injured, and he used all his might to heal himself. Galak turned to face the ground, and closed his eyes, himself rendered unconscious.

Atton sat draped over the pilot controls for the damaged freighter. His nose was bleeding, and his left arm was sticking out at a weird angle. Atton was unconscious; however Brianna and Bao-Dur were not. They ran into the cockpit and grabbed Atton from the chair. Bao-Dur hurled him onto his shoulder, and carried him into the main hold of the ship.

"Damn flying of a fool!" Brianna scowled, walking into the main hold. Bao-Dur flung Atton down on one of the many seats situated around the hold. Atton's arm cracked back into place. The scoundrel turned Dark Jedi let out a growl as pain swept through his body.

"Statement: This meat bag is injured." the raspy mechanical voice of HK-47 said. The assassin droid stood tall, its rusty red plating absorbing the light of the ship. At its side was a smaller droid, one which could only be described as a 'moveable trash disposer'. The smaller droid, T3-M4, beeped and whistled as it tried to find out what was going on.

"We need to find the General," Bao-Dur said. "He must have jumped out the back of the ship as we were descending."

"Then he could be anywhere," Atton replied groggily. He sat up, shaking his head to clear up his disorientation. The slow stream of blood from his nose splattered a little bit across the deck plates. He rubbed his palm over his face, wiping the blood that had remained away. Brianna noted the noise of his palm across the stubble of his face. She was always fascinated by this noise.

"Yeah, he could be anywhere but then again he could be where I think he is," Bao-Dur said, motioning towards the holo-projector. He tapped on a few buttons with his mechanical arm, and the projector burst into life. An image of Malachor V appeared, but not the planet. A view of a valley of the planet which housed an archaic looking structure.

"What is it?" Brianna asked.

"Explanation: It appears to be a building of some sorts, perhaps an Academy."

"Its an old Sith relic, an Academy, one which was plundered by Revan at the end of the Mandalorian Wars, a place where the Dark Side of the Force runs so strong it corrupted the great Jedi into what he used to be!" Atton explained.

Every one stared at him, looks of confusion on their faces.

"Let me explain; when I was with the Sith forces, I was trained at a base of Revan's, similar to this. I was told that he had nine of these bases. He used them to convert captured Jedi to his cause, and to bind the will of his officers to serve him," Atton said, slowly getting up and heading towards the holo-image.

"How do you know he will be there, Iridonian?" Atton asked.

Bao-Dur stared at him for a few seconds before replying. "It makes sense, it's the only structure on the planet… well, that survived the Mass Shadow Generator anyway,"

"Then we best head out to find him then, and help him!" Brianna exclaimed. Atton, Bao-Dur and the droids looked at her in disbelief.

"Warning: The Master will not appreciate our help, especially when dealing his revenge upon the old, blinded one," HK-47 interjected. T3 beeped in agreement. The droids were the most loyal towards Galak.

"I agree with the assassin droid. The General would surely punish us," said Bao-Dur.

"Perhaps, but we should go find him any," Brianna said, defending her decision. She headed for the storage compartment, unlocked the door and stepped in. she grabbed a footlocker and dragged it out.

"Grab whatever you need from this footlocker," she said, kicking the lid open, "We don't knw what's on this planet."

The group comprised of Atton, Brianna, Bao-Dur and the two droids climbed onto the top of the Ebon Hawk. Atton, who garbed himself in his robes, held a Lightsaber in right hand, although it was not ignited. Brianna wore her battle armour which she had picked up from Nar Shadaa. She held an Echani Vibroblade, and a Lightsaber was attached to her belt. Bao-Dur carried a blaster rifle, which was heavily modified. Around his belt were two Lightsabers, and his Sith Armour made him look intimidating to all. HK-47 carried an assault rifle, while T3 had its blasters hidden.

"The ships pretty banged up… I don't think it'll fly for a while," Atton said, surveying the damage the ship had taken during 'landing'. he noted a particular body-shaped dent near the port side of the ship.

"Ok, the droids will stay here and defend the ship against anything that moves!" Atton said, jumping down from the port side of the ship onto the surface of Malachor. Bao-Dur and Brianna leapt down at the same time, and landed beside Atton.

Brianna knelt down, looking at the ground and tracing her fingers over what appeared to be a boot mark. She indicated to Atton and Bao-Dur that Galak had headed off somewhere. She took the lead, and the men followed her into the depths of the planet.

They walked twelve metres or so before they heard an almighty crumbling and grinding. The ground shook a little as they turned and watched the Ebon Hawk, the ship which had allowed them to traverse the galaxy, fall into the crevice. The droids disappeared along with the ship.

"That's fucked us up a bit!" Atton cursed. The trio ran to the edge of the cliff, and looked down. The green mist that swirled ominously below concealed the fate of the ship.

"Enough. Lets find the Master!"


The trio, after spending seven hours searching the depths of Malachor for the location of Galak. After their intense search, they finally found the Academy, built into the mountains. The outside courtyard was impressive. The three walked across the marble floor of the outer Academy, their guard raised. They approached a bridge, a concaved shaped slab of marble that lead to the entrance of the Academy. The began to slowly walk, one by one across the bridge. Atton went first, and when he reached the end he ignited his Saber. The orange hued plasma burned brightly in the dark depths of Malachor. Brianna quickly ran across the bridge and twirled her Vibroblade. Bao-Dur took defensive stance in the middle of the bridge.

In front of the entrance, the air began to ripple. A large area as well. And the rippling began to move forward as well. Bao-Dur began to fire his rifle towards the ripples, and the bolts of energy impacted upon Sith Assassins, and they fell before their Stealth Field Generators deactivated. He took out several, but there was a large number of them. The rest of them, all clad in the same black armour and masks, extended Force Pikes and charged at the trio.

Atton leapt forward, slicing expertly with his Saber at the assassins he piled into. He landed on the ground and began to fight of the assassins with high and low strikes. His Saber danced around him as he fought of three of them at once. The Saber sliced away at the Force Pikes, and their wielders fell. He roared as he decapitated one of them, and he directed his weapon towards the chest of another. The plasma melted through the assassin, and the blade remained as he fell forward, dividing him from the chest up. Atton's left arm shot up and fired an arc of lightning towards the centre of the group.

Brianna fought with the stragglers at the edge of the group. They were cleaved by her skills with the blade. Blood spattered everywhere, onto the Sith and the ground, but not a drop touched her. She swung the cortosis-weaved blade around her head, and struck downwards into the skull of an assassin. She pulled the blade out and began a flurry of strikes at other stragglers. She used the Force to summon her weapon to her, and ignited the red blade. The two blades spun expertly in her hands, and struck down many foes within a few seconds.

Bao-Dur fired his rifle at any of the group that tries to backtrack against Brianna and Atton. All of them fell with blaster bolts to the head. But Bao-Dur sensed something. He stopped firing and turned around, aiming his weapon at a Dark Jedi. Bao-Dur's reactions weren't fast enough as the red Saber sliced the barrel of the blaster, and quickly sliced at Bao-Dur's torso. The plasma sliced away a good three inches of flesh, and the Iridonian technician fell over the bridge and down.

Brianna felt this happen, she turned around and leapt for the Dark Jedi, using all her powers. mid-jump, she threw her Vibroblade and used her free hand to shoot a spark of powerful Sith Lightning at the Dark Jedi. The Dark Jedi blocked the lightning with his Saber, however the spark quickly became a barrage of energy. The lightning began to spread in a wide arc, and encircled the warrior. The blue energy struck at the sides of the foe, bringing him to his knees. Brianna approached him quickly, still attacking him with lightning but stopped. She threw her Lightsaber at him, and as it spun she could sense the fear in him of certain death. The blade cut through him and he tumbled down both sides of the bridge. Brianna disengaged her lightning and turned to the crowd of assassins.

Her Saber returned to her hand, and she deactivated it. There was no need to fight. Atton had killed them all. She walked over to him and they both looked at each other. They nodded and headed inside the Academy.


Hello there!? Wow its been some time, but its all down to computer problems and school work. But here it is, the second chapter in my story. And as you all read hopefully, its a flashback chapter, helping establish what happened to the crew of the Ebon Hawk after crash landing. It isn't how I imagined it at first, I had to make some changes. And if you're wondering why I don't mention some characters, such as the Remote belonging to Bao-Dur, please stay tuned to find out. If you can be bothered, please review. Constructive criticism is welcomed!