Knights of the Old Republic II: Sith Lords - Volume 3: The Enclaves.

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The timeline for Buffy takes place about three years after the end of Buffy. No exact date has been decided. KOTOR 2 timeline starts right from the beginning of the game. I apologize now for my lack of grammar etc, etc. I've never posted anything I've written until now. This bug has been floating in my skull since I first read Slayers of the old republic by Michael Weyer. It definitely fed my imagination. Thanks Michael. Anyways on with the show. Please comment. It won't get better in quality or quantity without constructive criticism.


Class M Freighter - Hyperspace en-route to Nar Shaddaa.

Buffy leaned against the wall of the rather spacious cargo hold, reconfigured slightly to make room for a training area. All at the request of they're newest addition.

Mical.

At the moment, her baby sister was sitting in a cross-legged position. Deep in meditation, if the surprisingly serene look on her face was any indication.

Only a few feet away, mirroring her sat the young JedI. His own face relaxed and calm. And truth be told, it was driving Buffy just a little nuts.

"You should try this Buffy" Dawn cut in, her eyes still shut "It might help with the nervous energy".

Her eyes narrowed "Stop doing that".

"Cant help it, your broadcasting" her little sister replied.

Mical opened his eyes "Indeed, is it something about hyperspace or something else?".

Buffy shrugged her shoulders "I don't do so well with inactivity".

The young man smiled "Would you care to assist me in evaluating your sisters combat ability?".

Dawn's eyes snapped open "Awesome idea!".

Buffy couldn't hide the smile "That I can do".

Mical stood quickly and moved to a small case set by the stairs leading up to the cockpit and living area "I took the liberty of modifying a few of the lightsabers you had in your possession. And Shayla was kind enough to let me bring a few".

He pulled two of the cylindrical weapons from the crate and moved towards the two women "I exchanged the focusing crystals with those salvaged from the Enclave. And installed a power regulation system".

"Huh?" both Summers girls asked simultaneously.

Mical smiled "Different colours and adjustable power settings" he explained "These two now have two settings".

They both took one of the weapons, with Dawn instantly activating hers out of curiosity. Revealing a long blue blade.

Buffy stepped away and flicked hers on, it wasn't difficult to find the switch. There were only two switches as it was. Both clearly marked.

"They are both currently set to a lower power setting, sufficient for training. Which will reduce the possibilities of injury to nearly zero" Mical explained.

Buffy's weapon sprang to life, growing to three feet in length, and glowed a bright green "Nifty" she smiled.

Mical nodded and moved to stand where Buffy had stood only moments before "Ladies?".

Catching the meaning quickly, they both moved to the center of the bay. Dawn raised her blade up and saluted. Buffy simply took a guarded stance.

Buffy surged forward the moment dawn had settled into her own stance, her left leg slightly behind her right and both hands on the hilt, the blade angled behind her, reminding Buffy a little of the few Kendo classes she had taken.

Her green blade leading the way, intending to open with a swift thrust, she was unsurprised to feel her sister reflect the strike just enough to avoid her.

What she wasn't expecting however was the effect of her own thrust pulling her further into the attack. She had just over compensated for the dramatic difference of weight in the weapon.

It was all Dawn needed, and Buffy hissed as she felt a very real burning sensation flared on her arm and leg. Leaving Buffy to stumble forward, her eyes wide and quickly checking to make sure both limbs were still there.

"Jesus!" she hissed, stumbling away and staring wide eyed at the scorch marks on her shirt and pants "You said it wouldn't hurt!".

"No, I said the possibility of injuries are nearly nothing" he smiled "Minor burns and bruising are the worst. If it did not hurt, how could one learn to not get hit?".

"You're an evil man Mical" she hissed and took a brief moment to get acclimated to the weapon, silently kicking herself for not doing so before hand.

"Ready freddy?" Dawn asked from where Buffy had started the sparring match.

Buffy smiled, and brought her own sword up in a salute "Bring it squirt".

"Wait" Mical called out "Dawn, during the battle at the Enclave. You showed a firm grasp of Niman. Yet just now you chose to use Juyo….".

"Huh?" she interrupted.

The look on his face had Buffy snickering quietly "Styles Dawny. Combat styles, and he's right. Two different styles".

Dawn looked at the floor obviously embarrassed "I don't know what they're called. I just went with what felt right…all part of the download from Shayla I guess".

Mical sighed "Perhaps we should begin at the beginning. You have the skills, and though effective in the heat of battle as we have seen. Well, as I said, let's start from the beginning".

Dawn nodded "Okay".

Buffy turned off her saber "Guess I'll go see what Atton's doing then".

"No, that won't be necessary" Mical interjected "You have the ability to wield a lightsaber quite effectively, I see no reason why you shouldn't be able to utilize the less Force based applications within the various styles".

Buffy smirked "Wouldn't other JedI frown on that?. Teaching a non-JedI this stuff?".

He nodded "At the moment, there is no JedI Order, and should we succeed in our mission to stop these Sith. Assuming we can rebuild the order, I'm sure no one will mind".

Dawn nudged her in the arm "C'mon, you'll like it, and I won't feel like such a boob practising by myself".

Buffy's smile widened "Alright Sensei. Show us what you got".

Korriban - Unknown Tomb…

Xander barely deflected several blasts from the onrushing Mandalorians, sending them on a return trip to slam into the lead blue armoured warrior, he crashed to the stone floor heavily, chest plate smoking.

Calling upon the force he easily somersaulted up and over, his violet blade slashing several times before his feet touched the ground, relieving another four warriors of their heads.

Even the combat targeting visor could barely make out the forms of the endless waves of warriors rushing across the bridge towards him, it was all he could do to keep his defence. Reflecting blaster shots as fast as he could bring his sword to bare.

The second wave reached him only moments later, pulling Vibro swords from back mounted sheaths as they neared. Thankfully he would only be facing two or three at a time.

Whether real or Illusion, he couldn't afford to let his guard down, Bastila and Mission were already down from blaster fire from the first wave. They were alive, that much he could feel through the force, but how badly they were hurt he couldn't tell. The darkness that pervaded everything around him made it more than difficult to feel anything around him.

The second wave crashed into him a moment later, three swords crashing into his own with very real impact. It was all he could do to keep himself from sliding back.

High, low, wide slash. He could barely keep up his own defence, let alone mount an assault of his own. He needed an option, something, anything. Or the Illusionary, yet still deadly warriors would roll right over him.

He had to call upon his already dwindling connection to the force.

Another full minute passed before he spotted his opening, the center Mandalorian over reached in a powerful thrust, leaving the two warriors on either side of him unable to effectively hack at him with their own swords, without hitting their comrade.

Xander threw himself backwards, leaping high into the air and crossed only a few feet before twisting and landing back on his feet. The enemy had recovered and were again rushing towards him, but he had bought a single precious second in which to react.

Calling upon the force he could feel his exhaustion fade and strength return, and with a tiny sneer on his lips raced to meet them. His sword leading the way.

He didn't know what to call the style he instinctively found himself doing, but it was effective. He lashed out with controlled yet powerful strikes. Easily batting away blades and slicing through arms and legs as he advanced.

The bridge was too narrow for the enemy to recover effectively. Like lemmings they rushed across, only to choke up in smaller numbers, allowing Xander to cut them down like little more than chaff.

The power slowly built up within him, the feeling of righteous fury gripped his heart. Like a tiny flame, only to grow with every swing. Every enemy his eyes told him was no more. Fuelling the next strike, and the next.

The moment was all he could see, all thoughts of surviving nearly gone. Just the over powering need to remove the enemy as they came.

It was over far too quickly. He even had to blink several times, and spin to survey the area before realizing he had no one left to kill.

Breathing heavily he turned back to the stone bridge, and watched as the faces of the illusionary republic soldiers saluted him before fading away.

His eyes falling upon the only two real people in the room. Both only now beginning to stir. They were alright, he could feel them now.

He turned away, closed his eyes and focused on the feeling that still filled nearly every part of him. The need to destroy was still there.

"Xander?" Bastila called out a few moments later, pulling his thoughts back to the now.

"Yeah, I'm here" he responded quietly, back still turned to her and the mentally unstable Twi'lek.

Two sets of footsteps drew closer, he kept his back to them, he couldn't let them see him like this. He couldn't let them see the anger in his eyes.

"Xander?" Bastila said quietly, the one word conveying everything, no other words were necessary.

"I'm fine" he said, with more force than was needed "We should keep going".

With that, he chose the center door, opening it by thought as he approached and continued off into the darkness, his Violet blade illuminating the way.

He couldn't see the smile etched upon the scarred face of Mission Vao, or the frown on the face of Bastila Shan. And neither did they see the looks on each others faces. They both moved to join him, both more than aware of what was happening.

Dantooine - Kinrath Caves…

Willow held her breath as two particularly repulsive creatures ambled by. Stopping for only a moment to sniff the air where Willow and her team was standing. Pressed with backs to the rough cavern wall.

They didn't attack however, simply continued along they're way a second later. No one moved for nearly a minute though.

Shannon sighed from the front "Man, I'm so glad we don't have to fight our way through these things. There's got to be at least a hundred down here".

Giles nodded "Fighting our way through them would most certainly give away our presence, again Shannon I must say thank you".

Willow smiled weakly but said nothing, taking the moment to find that ever fleeting courage.

Shannon looked further down the corridor "Okay, back to point. I'll let you know when to advance".

Willow nodded and watched as the eighteen year old stalked off into the darkness ahead. How she could handle the cramped confines of the caves, surrounded by hundreds of alien carnivorous creatures she really didn't know. Then again, nearly every Slayer had shown that unique strength of will. She shouldn't be so surprised.

A gentle touch of a hand wrapped around Willows arm. She didn't need to look to know it belonged to Visas Marr. She had been doing the same thing periodically since they first entered the caves. Somehow that simple touch helped to calm her. Almost as if the Miraluka Sith was absorbing the worry and fear that threatened to overwhelm her.

This time was no different. Willow could feel her resolve returning, and just in time as Shannon's voice echoed in her ear.

Bingo, there's a well lit cave thirty feet ahead. Just around a sharp bend. I've got lots of machinery, storage crates, mercenaries and our wayward Jedi Master. I'm counting ten baddies and our boy is locked in some kind of cage, no bars but it's all glowing and stuff.

Willow frowned "This isn't right" she whispered.

"Willow?" Giles asked.

"He's a Jedi Master, and a prisoner of a bunch of mercenaries?. We've seen what a Jedi can do…even if Dawn and Xander aren't actually Jedi" she replied.

Giles face creased in thought, easily recognized even in the darkness that surrounded them "A good point. Perhaps this is a trap?".

"For who though?. Us or for the Mercenaries?" she asked, smiling even as she said the words "He's a Jedi Master….you don't think he intended to get caught?".

"It's certainly possible" Giles whispered a moment later.

Willow needed to know, gripping the throat microphone as Graham showed her she whispered quietly "Shannon, I'm coming forward. I need a clear line of sight on Master Vrook".

Giles reached out, gently grasping her arm "Be careful".

Willow nodded, offering a tentative smile and then moved off into the darkness, almost mentally repeating to herself the need to be careful. To be quiet.

So lost in the need to be absolutely silent, she almost stumbled into Shannon, hiding just around the bend. Only the quick reflexes of the young Slayer kept her from falling over in surprise.

Shannon smiled, the glow from the numerous lights set up within a large side cave cutting through some of the cold fear that threatened to over whelm her.

The Slayer held up her hand, then pointed. Her finger aimed directly at an older man standing within some kind of cylinder with no bars. Blue energy crackled around him as he stood absolutely still, eyes closed and hands clasped in front of him.

Willow nodded and closed her own eyes. She whispered a few words and called upon an old spell, attempting to summon her own energy, even from behind the barrier she had erected earlier.

She could feel the barriers weaken, almost seeing the cracks form within her mind. She ruthlessly pushed the image away. She would deal with them later.

She lowered her head and reached out, feeling her way across the room with a single sliver of perception. An ethereal extension of herself.

In her mind, it was a silver tendril of smoke, weaving it's way across the cavern floor. Easily passing through the force field that surrounded the Jedi. And quickly climbed up to wrap around his head and face.

A heartbeat later she could feel the foreign emotions of the Master, he could feel her connection. That was unexpected, but would make this easier.

She didn't push the tendril further, simply surface contact should suffice.

Master Vrook. Are you Okay?. She thought.

How…Who…What is this?. A surly voice echoed in response.

It's called telepathy, or actually Empathy. Though apparently your JedI training makes it easier for surface thoughts to be exchanged, which is good cause to establish a full telepathic connection would take far too much of my energy and then I'd probably be inside your head and I don't like doing that cause it's really uncomfortable and people generally don't like it when others are reading their thoughts or their deeper dreams and such…and oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to babble like that. I'm Willow Rosenberg, I'm a friend of Shayla Kracek, we're here to rescue you, though something tells me your not really in the need for rescue are you?.

The barrier that snapped up within Vrook's mind was almost like a door slamming shut in her face, sending a shimmer of energy back towards her, not enough to break the connection, but enough to give her a head ache for the next few days.

Slightly irritated Willow pushed back, only a little. Like a mental tap on the man's mental shields. Knocking at the door.

You can't shut me out completely Master Vrook, besides, we really need to talk.

This form of telepathic contact is very dangerous, and I know of know Force Sensitive who has been able to achieve such ability. How are you doing this?. He mentally growled.

I'm not using the force, though I have found similarities to the power I'm using and the force but whatever, we can talk about that later. We really need to talk. She replied, adding a sense of urgency to the link.

You admit to be allied with the Exile, why should I trust you?.

Whoa!. She has a name you know!. Sheesh, distrusting much?. She balked, adding her irritation to the link to force home the point.

I don't know what happened between you too, and frankly I don't care, what I do care about is the fact that we're here to help. The Sith are out there hunting down any and all Jedi they can find, and we're trying to find you missing Masters, so we can figure out who they are, where they're coming from and how to stop them. She quickly added.

Vrook's response was cold, yet filled with more than a little Anger The Ex..Shayla is no Jedi. So I do not see why the Sith would be after her.

Willow wanted to roll her eyes She's regained her connection to the force, and two of my friends along with her. There all targets.

Impossible. There's no way she could…

Hey Old and Grumpy Focus! Willow snapped This is taking a lot of energy, so can we keep to the situation at hand?. Like why you allowed yourself to be captured?.

How do you know I allowed them to capture me?. He asked.

Please!. I've seen what Shayla, Dawn and Xander can do, there's no way they could capture any of them without some serious trickery, and you're a Master…Aren't you?. Willow teased.

Hmm. Well, your assessment is correct, I did allow myself to be captured. It was necessary to discover what they had planned. He replied after only a brief hesitation.

And?…

These Mercenaries are in the employ of the Exchange, a criminal organization. They are planning to attack Khoonda, kill the Administrator and hold it for their employers. I cannot allow that to happen. He finally explained.

How can we help?. Willow asked, feeling the disbelief and annoyance from Vrook through the link.

Leave, I can handle this situation. He mentally snapped.

Hey!. Enough with the attitude, please. Whether you believe it or not, we are here to help. So just let us!. Willow snapped back, barely masking her own irritation at the old JedI.

Very well, if you wish to help. Warn the administrator and Militia of this threat. And do what ever can be done to prepare them for the worst. Should I fail to stop them. He relented, though she could tell he didn't like the thought of relying on anyone else. Especially Shayla for some reason.

And what are you going to be doing? She asked.

I shall wait another hour or so, then make my escape. With the rest of the Mercenaries believing me to be of no threat, I shall be free to act.

Willow sighed. And - do - what?

The hesitation only confirmed what she was thinking. When the Elder JedI did respond, Willow had to count to ten to not scream in frustration.

A light touch on her shoulder distracted her, upon opening her eyes she found herself staring at a sight she had not anticipated.

Giles and Visas standing only a few paces away, hands above their heads. Four heavily armed Mercenaries standing behind them.

Shannon was still kneeling beside her, hands raised slightly away from her own weapons. All in all there was no where to go, or run.

Uhm…Master Vrook?. I think your about to have a few more people joining you…

Korriban - Unknown Tomb…

Xander nearly stumbled as he avoided another claw from yet another giant lizard. The beast however was already swiping with another claw, and followed with a lunge, it's massive jaws snapped only inches from his face.

"This…is…not…fun" he grunted as he spun low, and brought his saber up and through the beasts head. Adding another corpse to the floor of the tomb.

Another giant lizard filled the void. He had lost count of the dead lizards. His arms felt heavy and it seemed that he had been killing them for hours.

He ignored the exhaustion as best he could though. He had no other choice really.

If only Mission and Bastila hadn't been separated from him.

'Where'd that thought come from?'.

His momentary distraction cost him. Pain flared across his back, the force of the strike sent him flying, though he easily rolled with the blow. And then tapped into his ever decreasing connection to the force. Leaping into the air and planted his feet on the wall, then leapt back at the massive Lizard that had attacked.

The beast attempted to bat him away as he lunged across the twenty foot distance, but was too slow. Xanders Violet saber bit deeply into the beasts head, just as he touched the ground.

He tucked his legs under him and instinctively pulled off a homerun slide, taking him right under the beast. His saber cutting through the behemoth like it wasn't even there.

He slid to a stop and spun, bringing his blade around to defend any other attacks that came his way. And watched as the beast staggered forward a foot, before collapsing to the ground, all four legs splayed out to the side.

He glanced around the room and sighed. "I need a shower".

"You and I both" said a voice from the only entrance.

He turned slightly and nodded "We get outta here alive and a shower it shall be Milady" he smiled. Then clamped his mouth shut quickly. The sound echoed like a thunder clap off the stone walls.

"Uh..that's..I mean. I have a shower we can….You. You can use. Back on my ship" he stammered.

Bastila Shan stepped into the room. Phosphorescent growths casting a rather bright blue glow to the room "That was an impressive display. Very few can claim to have defeated four Hssiss" She said, ignoring his blathering.

"Dark side Dragons. Their bites are venomous, capable of influencing any that are sensitive to the force" she continued.

Xander glanced back to the rapidly cooling corpses "Huh. Good to know. Just don't touch that corpse" he pointed "First pair attacked after I checked for anything useful. Second pair attacked after I bumped it with my foot during the fight".

Bastila approached the very old corpse "Robes of a JedI. Common from the Civil War Era" she said, then carefully reached down, standing a second later with a battered Data-pad.

"You must have knocked this loose" she said, smirking at him. She then pushed something on the device "His name was Nebelish. This place obviously destroyed his mind. He speaks of Visions. Taking the form of his companions…he killed them".

Xander moved closer "Nothing we can do for him now. We should push on".

Bastila nodded "Yes. Before we end up like him".

Xander felt a subtle change in the room. His saber ignited instantly as he spun towards the door. Bastila standing beside him, her own saber at the ready.

Mission Vao stepped into the light smiling "Like old times" she purred "Miss me?".

Xander relaxed and released the blade, it snapped off with a hiss. Bastila hesitated a few moments, but relented to his example.

"I'm not sure why, but yeah" he said dryly.

Mission winked then turned and left the room "I found another room" her voice echoed back.

Bastila said nothing as she moved to follow the young Twi'lek. Not bothering to see if he was following.

He shook his head and sighed "Let's see if I can swallow anymore of my foot shall we" he muttered under his breath and then moved to catch up to the others.

Korriban - Elsewhere…

Jonathan O'Niell flashed the all clear signal before moving from cover, moving fast and quiet. He crossed the fifteen meters without alerting any of the three Sith sentries, posted to guard the enemy vessels.

'Only three. Damn sloppy' he thought to himself as he moved towards his first target. Slowing as he neared the closest Sith Fighter. Using the cover of darkness, as well as the fighters own dark paint job to further blend in.

Target one on projected path. Area of engagement in twenty seconds.

Jon said nothing, nor did he move. He couldn't risk anything that might reveal his presence to the Cloaked Assassin. He knew he only had one shot to remove each target. Wearing only his fatigues, having forsaken his armour. Except for the gauntlets and armed with only a vibro-knife and his submachine gun, strapped to his back. Just in case things got hairy.

He couldn't stop the memory of Faith and her objections to his plan from echoing in his mind.

No. I'm faster and better equipped for that sorta combat.

Faith, your in no condition. A freakin wall landed on ya. Just relax okay, BD and I got this one. Besides, if those goons find the ship, you're the only one who could possibly fight off the inevitable waves of cloaked morons.

She had tried bitching, but in the end he had won the 'fight'. This was his and Bao'Durs mission, the Zabrak engineer currently up on a rise, acting as his eyes and ears.

Tango approaching, contact in five seconds… Four… Three… Two.

Jon heard the faint crunching of dirt and gravel under light footsteps. He took in one slow but deep breath and waited. The voice in his ear stopped at two and sure enough, a hazy image strode into view, the cloak field illuminated thanks to the visor he wore.

All thought fled to the back of his mind as he quickly moved forward. Coming in on the Assassins right. The plan was to hit the first one fast and hard, while the other two couldn't see thanks to the position of the ships scattered around the valley.

The Assassin must have detected something, as it turned it's head towards him. Or started too before Jon struck.

His right hand struck the assassin in the throat. Right on target. He or she made no noise as it clutched at the damaged area, already staggering back. He pressed in, quickly moving into the assassins space, and simply pushed on the assassins right shoulder as he did. Spinning the soldier around.

A quick pull with the same hand and Jon had his arm neatly wrapped around the enemy soldiers throat. He pulled the man, definitely a man. Back into the shadows, and pulled his knife as he moved.

His blade slid into the light armour covering the man's back. A quick push down on the handle and two jerking motions, left to right and he knew it was over. One down.

Three seconds.

He slowly lowered the now dead assassin to the ground, exhaling slowly as he did.

Another set of footfalls approaching from the other side of the fighter caught his attention. He turned just as a Uniformed soldier stepped into view.

The plan had possibly just been shot to hell.

His mind took everything in and settled on a course of action before the man was fully in view. Right arm up and over. His Vibro-knife flew the ten feet. And the Officer hit the ground. His knife embedded in the right eye socket to the hilt.

He quickly crossed the ground and ducked his head around the corner just long enough to see if anyone else had heard, or seen what happened. Seeing no one he stepped out and picked up the officer, not wanting to leave a trail.

Both bodies were stuffed into the star fighters cockpit. It was dark, no one should be able to see anything unless they got too close.

Sorry Jon, I didn't see him coming, the fighters obscured his approach.

He remained silent as he cleaned the blade on his pants, then ducked under the fighter. He had two more Assassins to neutralize, and possibly more unaccounted for Sith Officers.

He forced down his fear and trepidation. He was an Airforce Officer. He had a job to do.


Korriban - Interceptor...

Faith peeled up her black skin-tight shirt carefully, and winced slightly at the sight beneath. Her wounds. Both burns and lacerations from the force lightning attack, and subsequent collapse of the cliff had definitely left their mark. Bloody splotches could be seen seeping through the bandages.

"Damn" she hissed under her breath.

"You shouldn't be up and about" a voice said from the door.

"And you shouldn't be capable of walking Cor" Faith said, pulling her shirt down a bit fast. Like she had been caught doing something naughty.

Lonna Vash, or Cordelia Chase carefully stepped within the small confines of the fresher "I am a JedI Master. I have every right to be obstinate".

Faith smirked as she took in the older woman's condition. Her face, though still marred with angry red streaks. Looked healthier. Her unmarred skin was flush with color and her eyes didn't look so dark and hollow. Her strength had also returned somewhat, since the woman could actually walk, or at least support herself against he wall.

"Faith, you are a Slayer. But your not indestructible. Come and rest" she said soothingly.

Faith sighed and nodded slowly "Alright. But your going back to bed too. I don't care if you're a damn JedI Master or the freakin Pope".

Cordy smiled. The effect it had seemed to nullify the abstract scarring of her features "Good" she said and turned back towards the very small common area "This little jaunt took most of the strength I had regained".

Faith's jaw dropped "Then why..".

She stopped in the hatch "To make a point".

Faith closed her mouth. Suitably chastised and moved to help the woman back to her bunk. Neither speaking until both were relaxing on their respective beds.

"You think X is going to make it?" Faith asked quietly.

Cordy said nothing at first, her eyes were closed when the younger looked over.

"This place…clouds the force. But I know Xander. Sorry. Knew" she smiled slightly "He is possibly one of the most stubborn people I have ever met. He'll make it".

Faith nodded "Don't need the force to see that…still, nice to know someone else thinks so".

Another Chapter done, the muse is definitely free flowing again.

Alltorian - Thanks a lot for the praise. Glad to know that there are people out there who want to see this completed as much as I do.

As usual, if anyone has idea's, complaints or objective criticism by all means drop a review or a private message. Though I do have a clear idea of where I want this to go, there is always room for change and growth.

RDS.