The Jedi swiped at him with his Lightsaber, but he ducked and shot a lighting bolt at him from his Jedi was thrown back, and his lightsaber flew into his hands.
He ignited the blue blade and put it to the young jedi's throat, noticing the lock of hair that indicated that he was nothing more then a Padawan. But the Padawan did not let fear cloud his vision. "you can kill me, you scoundrel, but You have lost your target. Senator Nemo will live to see another, day, and you will probably be tortured by your sadistic masters for your failure."
"Not quite, Jedi Youngling. There are others who will assist me." He said as he looked at the glass tube that was carrying the fish man to the shuttle.
" And when you wake up amongst the others Jedi ghosts who make up the fabric of the force..." He said as he pressed the blade to the side of the youngling's neck." Tell them that Myrrdin Niniane sent you to them. You will surely meet others who have befallen the same fate."
Myrrdin sat bolt upright in his bed. He was panting, and his skin glistened with sweat. moonlight shone in through the circular window, illuminating him in an eerie glow. He looked at his left arm, which was bright red. It had been red since his birth, but it was burning. He rolled his red hand into a fist in reaction to the pain. Myrrdin had never known either of his parents, but Master Odin had said that his mother brought him to The Istari Temple when he was born, which was unusual. He was the youngest Istari Jedi, because the republican Jedi reaped the galaxy to find younglings that they could train to be Jedi, and all other Istari had converted from the Republic after becoming fully fledged Jedi. This meant that Myrrdin was the only Padawan on Yavin.
Myrrdin tried to lie back down, but all he could think of was the image of his arm, fully covered in rust red armor, weilding a blood red 'saber, and Killing that Jedi. Why would he have such a dream? was he seeing the future?
Meanwhile, On Coruscant....
Ballal Solo sat in the Jedi council room, atop the highest tower in the Jedi Temple. He sat on the biggest chair, the chair he called his "Throne" While the Rest of the Jedi Council members sat faceing him. Ballal had hand picked each of the Council members himself, because, unlike the Senate, he could not control their minds.
The Republic liked to believe that they were Democratic, they liked to believe that they were in control. Ballal let them believe their delusions all they wanted. But in reality, he was in control. the congress meetings never went in a direction that he didn't want it to, even if sometimes he pretended it did in order to kill suspicions. It was all a matter of tweaking the minds of of the senators to make his words seam more admirable. He didn't even have to do the mind trick to every single person; he really only needed the magority of the votes.
The senate were his puppets, and the entire galaxy was the group of children that thought the puppets were real.
"Ahem, Master Ballal." Jedi Master Caradoc said after clearing his throat.
"Ah yes, where were we?" Ballal snapped back to attention.
"We were discussing the loss of Republic worlds to The Empire." Elyan Agravaine said in a sharp tone.
Faust glared at Elyan, but Ballal answered is question." Yes. It seams that they have ignored our peace treaty time and time again. tell me, Pellas, is the Order prepared for War?"
"Well, there has been a rise in resentment towards the Sith after the Keisharthian Sith attacked us two years ago..." Lamorac Pelleas replied. "so Our warriors wont care if their killing imperial Sith either way..."
"Wait, we can't just go running head first into war like this!" Elyan interjected. Now it was Ballal's turn to glare at the man. For all the power he had, the Jedi had still voted Elyan to this position, against Ballal's will. Sometimes He had to remember that the Jedi were not his puppets like the Senate were.
"The Dark empire has been taking Territory, yes, but not by violent means or any other means that violates the peace treaty." Elyan continued. "They've appealed to the worlds we've ignored, and promised them that their industries would profit under the Empire's fascist reign."
"What are you getting at, Master Agravaine?" Ballal asked.
"I'm saying that, in order to make sure we don't lose anymore colonies to the Dark Empire, we need to make sure that no one is going to want to join them." Elyan said. "We have to appeal to these worlds that are on the blink of recession, ame them believe in us. The only reason they turn to the Empire is because we have abbandoned them."
Damn. Agravaine had used the Empire to get the others to believe that charity to the poorest of worlds would starve of the Empire. it was all a ruse to get them to be divert the power to help the unseen worlds. Ballal knew better. The only way to kill of the Empire was with a lightsaber through the Emperor's heart. But Ballal had to admit, Jedi Master Elyan Agravaine would have made a great politican.
"That is true, Agravaine." Ballal said with a smile." I will see that we do such things at the Next meeting of Congress."
Elyan knew that he wouldn't, and It caused Ballal joy to see him realize that. But Elyan's eyes sharpened again.
"And, what exactly gives you the Right to decide with we help our unemployable nations or lead us to war?" the other council Members looked surprised by Elayn's words. Faust's face twisted with rage, but he kept silent. "your birth right? The Skywalker blood that supposedly flows through you? "
Ballal laughed, but there was fear at the back of his mind. Elyan Agravaine had gone from an annoyance to a threat to his reign. "I am the Chosen one. The prophecy was written before I was born, and there was no way I could have known about it because the Prophecy was kept secret from all but the Council."
Yes, and you made it public knowledge to boost you own Image. Elyan thought to himself, but all he said was. "the prophecy has not been completed yet."
"What did you say?" Ballal whispered, his eyes daggers.
"The prophecy says that the Chosen one, who shall tilt the ballance of power to the light so much that it eradicates the Darkness once and for all time..." Jedi Council Member Griflet Gawaine joined in on Elayn's side. "shall have the Blood of a Skywalker-"
"Who has more Skywalker blood then I? "Ballal interupted the Prophecy, but Gawaine continued. "- and shall pull the first sword from the bedrock of The Sacred Ring."
There was silence. Ballal's eyes were masked by his hair, which had suddenly fallen over his face when he tilted his head forward at the mention of the Ring. The bottom half of Ballal's face was devoid of emotion, it was impossible to read him now.
Then he raised his head and smiled. "That is a myth. There are no Ringworlds."
"What are you saying, Ballal?" Griflet asked. "that is the prophecy. Your Prophecy."
Yes, if There are no Ringworlds, then you are not the Chosen one." Elayn was grinning. "you can't pick and Choose the parts of the prophecy."
Either all of the Prophecy is true, or all of the Prophecy is false." Caradoc said.
Ballal looked down again.
"you fools!" Faust exclaimed. "you have lost faith in our leader. of course he is the Chosen One. Only he can save us from the Darkness!"
"You are Correct, Faust," Ballal said as he stood up. "but how can I hope to crush the Sith if I do not find the Sword and the Ring first?"
Elayn's smile fell.
Ballal looked out the Window, towards the Stars. "I will provide massive funding to exploration teams to find The Legendary Ringworld, and then we will tip the Ballance and bring Eternal safety to the Galaxy!"