This chapter and the ones that follow will be longer and around this length. The narrative for the prologue was just a fun way of starting off the story. I hope you like it and I would love to hear what you guys think.

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Coruscant
"Are you okay", the attacker called. "You're not hurt are you?"

"I'm fine Laayla, thanks for asking", the Zabrak female said sarcastically as she lifted herself off the ground.

"Oh, don't be so bitter", Laayla replied twirling her lekku.

"Easy for you to say", the Zabrak, Rende Islukk mumbled while rubbing the scar on her neck.

Rende Islukk is a twelve year old Jedi Initiate. She is part of the Myynock Clan, which holds some of the strongest and weakest of the Jedi Initiates. Rende fits into the latter, which is only amplified by who she made as her best friend.

Laayle was also one of the Jedi Initiates in the Myynock Clan; however she fit into the former. In fact, she was prodigy. She had developed a new fighting technique at the age of eleven. She manipulated the graceful form of Makashi into an invincible form which she melded in with the other forms. Her force prowesses were on par with those of a Jedi Knight, but what truly made her a genius was her midi-clorian count.

Her count was absolutely average, yet she generated so much Force energy. Her connection to the Force was unrivaled. This greatly drew the attention of the council as well as others. Her genius drew the attention of a group known as the Vilanoz. The Vilanoz are a group of Jedi who broke away years ago. They are collecting support and people quickly. The Vilanoz believed she was the New Chosen One. She believed no such thing.

Laayla had her own views of the force, which only Rende knew about.

"You did well, both of you", the lightsaber instructor said. The instructor sat in the Lotus position, writing down notes relative to the battle that just occurred. He had been proctoring the afternoon fights, and would later report his findings to the Council.
Rende knew that he would write great praise for Laayla, detailing how advanced she was. And all he would say about her was she tried and needs a lot more work.

They'll probably think I am foolish for challenging her, but I will never give up, she thought.
"Rende, head over to the Med. room," the instructor said passively, without looking up from his notes.
While walking out of the door and through the halls she could hear behind her the voice of the instructor: "Laayla that was the strongest use of the Gentle Fist Force style I have ever seen. It was equal to that of Mace Windu's." Rende didn't mind all the praise Laayla got, because she knew she would get stronger. She felt it.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Master, what is taking the council so", Zonen Solo said, his arm crossed, staring out a window. "Must we be stuck here with them?"

"Shut up Zonen. I am in no mood for another rant." Zonen's master Sterkte said. The two were in the small circular antechamber before the council chambers.

Zonen was everything you would think of when you heard of a Solo. He had dark, messy hair and was very sarcastic. Zonen was 18 and had a muscular build and a chiseled face. He had a deep connection with the force and was a renowned pilot.

Zonen's master Sterkte was a four-armed muscular women, known for her strength in combat and blunt attitude. She was fully dedicated to her padawan, even if she didn't show it.

However, the two of them were not alone. Across the room stood to other figures.

"The Treaty of Marmos", a young, beautiful woman answered.

"Correct. Under what doctrine was Marmos placed under?" a short bird-like sentient asked.

"Doctrine 5 for neglect to successfully attempt at opening negations, thereby-"

"Enough, Ylesha. You have done well".

"Thank you, Master Vogel. I wonder why we were called here. Do you think it could be to try and reconcile our parents' legacy?" Ylesha questioned.

"What do you think?" her master replied.

"No, that would be highly unlikely. The council expects that no matter what Jedi think of each other they will always treat the other with respect and dignity", Ylesha replied

"Correct".

Ylesha Skywalker was a beautiful 20 year old woman, well on her way to becoming a great Jedi. She had soft, rippling brown hair, a slender, muscled body, and beautiful brown eyes, rimmed with green. Her prowess with the force and lightsaber are only surpassed be her skills in diplomacy.

Across from her was her Master, Jwie Vogel. Master Vogel was a short, birdlike sentient. She had green fur on her body, taloned claws, two strong wings, and a yellow beak. Vogel was very strict, but very caring.

The two pairs have been left waiting for a surprisingly long time. Awkwardness filled the air around and enveloped them all.. Being called to see the council together was a big surprise and dislike for each.

The doors opened and each pair knew it was time to begin the meeting. Solo and his master quickly cut ahead of the other two and confidently strode into the room. Once Skywalker and her master entered, the meeting began.
The group stood before the Jedi Masters and nodded their heads in respect. Ylesha looked around at the five Jedi sitting before her. They all look worried, Ylesha thought. Collectively the Jedi Council was stress and tired, but they new that they could never let it show.

The first Jedi Master was the female Cerean cyborg Cerv Droit. Her left cranium and her right eye were both robotic, thereby enhancing her skills as a Jedi spy and tactician. Master Droit was head of the Intelligence Corp. and proved herself to be a devastating foe.

Next to her sat a male Centaur master named Veil Sagesse. He was known for his deep insight and old habits; being one of the best teachers of the Force in the Order. His old ways have made him a legend.
Across from Master Sagesse sat a female Kaminoen named Wei Koi. Master Koi was not much of a fighter with a lightsaber but with the Force. Her mastery and control of the Force is vast, earning her the title of "The Great Manipulator".
Next to her sat someone who would not ever, at a first glance, be considered a Jedi. He wore a dark outfit similar to the one long dead Luke Skywalker use to wear. He was a very frightening sight to look upon and most people tried to avoid him. On top of his head was a line of three intimating spikes proceeding straight back. They were black and made of a steel-like material. They contradicted his peach, plastic like skin. But what truly frightened people most were his eyes. They were black and deep, like a black hole. One stare can incapacitate an enemy with fear. His eyes read death.

He has studied and mastered the secret of Sith lore and the complexity of Sith techniques techniques, mastering such powers as force choke and force lighting. This dark being infused Sith methods into his fighting method and his contemplation. Yet this has only strengthened his devotion to the Jedi. His name is Kanze and he is a male Alcayata- Demonio.

Finally, next to him was the Grand Jedi Master. A female who was in every aspect a human, except for her pointed elfin ears. She had white, silvery hair. She was one of the most beautiful beings you could meet and also one of the most dangerous. Rumors say she is a total creation of the force. Her grace exceeds all. Her power is matched by none. She is a Jedi. She is Evol.
The tall Kaminoen started the meeting, "Welcome. Sadly you all know of the devastating attack on Ios. We understand your personal involvement and are impressed on your handling of the situation. That is why we are giving you this mission. Our intelligence tells us that a Senator helped to plot and carry out the attack at the Temple. We need you two groups to lead a discrete investigation."
Zonen's face lit up, "Well has our intelligence tried to discover the location of the Sith. Some insignificant Senator should not take higher priority over those filthy Sith!"
The Cerean master, who was head of the Jedi Intelligence Corp., replied to this hasty comment. "We are looking into the Sith's whereabouts, but you must realize that it is easier said than done. They have covered there tracks and fled to an unknown location. Coming and leaving quickly; they were very stealthy and quick, but they fled like cowards. As much as we would like for the information to just walk up and present itself to us, it can't. Your first concern should be about your mission, not how the Intelligence Corp. works."
"Well perhaps it is that our intelligence is just not as good as we think it is. Perhaps it is… misdirected", he replied nonchalantly.
Master Droit still retained her composure. She did not plan to get into an argument with a mere padawan, no matter what name they carried. He was not speaking to any Jedi, but a council member. She would put him in his place. She opened her mouth to speak when-.
"Well some Jedi are blind to what is given to them. You say that we need to focus on finding the Sith, but by investigating a corrupt senator who has threatened democracy by attacking us and is in league with the Sith we would be doing the smart thing. If were to jump in and focus only on the smallest detail, we would fall into the shadow of ignorance. Would you want to be arrogant and rush into things like a fool." When this young woman spoke she held authority. She spoke so gracefully and articulate. Ylesha Skywalker spoke so much like her ancient ancestor.
Kanze's gaze pierced through everyone in the room. This discussion was getting out of hand and off the topic. He planned to put it back on track. "All of you will go to the senate and observe and only to observe. If you have a lead, consult each other and us, but proceed cautiously. Meeting adjourned."

Ylesha and her Master walked out first. But not before Ylesha got a good look at Master Evol. Interesting that she did not speak during the meeting, Ylesha thought. Something is definitely out of place.
Zonen left the room with a look of disgust. They treated him with no respect. Zonen's anger was quickly reaching its capacity.

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Once the two groups left, the council parted. Most likely to go teach a class or resume meditation or training. Master Kanze stayed behind to look out at the beautiful city. He looked at the metropolis, feeling the beings and activity on the planet. He observed the tourist looking and taking pictures of the Temple. From the height he was at, he could not see them but he could feel them. Their excitement, the care free attitude they all held. It would be nice to live a life of relaxation, without being plagued by the burden of carrying the Force.

Soon enough, his attention returned back to what he had to do. Kanze quickly left to meet Master Evol. Master Kanze made his way to the docking pad where he was to meet her. He was worried at what they might discover at there meeting with the Chancellor. He was a sly politician who new how to manipulate people.

But the Jedi were not regular people. They made sure that the Chancellor was staying in the jurisdiction that his job allowed. After the Sith came into power and were defeated many years ago, the powers of the Chancellor had changed, along with the duties of the Jedi.

As Master Kanze was walking through the temple he felt something. Something weird was going on inside the Temple. It was not bad, but nor was it good. It was simply a feeling, but a strong one.
Desire.
The feeling was desire. Kanze relaxed to search for the location of this feeling. He turned his head and looked straight at a solid gray door. Kanze walked towards the door and easily recognized it as a padawan's room. However it was no ordinary padawan.

Laayla.

Kanze knocked on the door.
"Padawan, open the door. This is Master Kanze." He heard shuffling and the clank of metal.
"Coming", a young voice replied.
The door before Kanze opened and Laayla stood before him.
"Hello Master Kanze. Can I help you?" He could hear the smugness and confidence in her voice.
"Yes you can. I was hoping to talk to you about your match today, but as I can see you are very busy", while looking at the clutter in the room.

"Is there something I could possibly help you with? Something you desire?" Kanze said with added pressure on desire. He wanted to see how she would react.
"Actually yes" she replied.
Master Kanze was surprised with her honesty.

She stepped aside of the door-frame, allowing a half-built droid to come into view. "You see, I am building an assassin droid for all of those pathetic beings, including Jedi who always mock female warriors. So instead of wasting energy on pummeling them, I can watch the droid do the work. She is female and I'm thinking of naming her-"
Master Kanze did not have the time. "Yes, that is nice. Sorry I can't help. I have better things to do."

Master Kanze walked away. They both knew she was lying. It was obvious that she was indeed building an assassin droid- sigh - but she was hiding something, something dangerous.Master Kanze quickly made his way through the halls. He stopped as he finally reached the pad. He walked towards Master Evol.

"Kanze, I thought you would never make it. I swear you were moving at the pace of a gryloth," Master Evol said with a smile across her face. She was the only one who could shed light on the dark Kanze. She was full of joy and life.

As they entered the simple space transport, Master Evol stared at him. He felt her gaze piercing him. He turned and stared at her. "What is wrong, Kanze", she asked with authority. She was not only filled with life but she was also strict and authority. He respected her deeply.

"I am worried about Laayla. Something is out place with her.Do you think she found out?" Kanze asked the ship lifted off.
Evol stared off for a while, obviously in thought.

"We will have to bring this up with the full Council." She finally said, now staring out the window and looking at the Chancellor's office. "But for now, we have more pressing matters to attend to."
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Centares

"Pathatic", the horned being stated as he sliced the human in half.

Surrounding the being was mounds of human bodies, used as training dummies. The Sith Lord deactivated his lightsaber and walked out of the dueling arena. At this time a small human man approached him.

"Master everything is proceeding according to plan."
" Good. Soon the Republic will be in the hands of the Sith."
"Yes Master.
"You have done well. You have been such a loyal servant, but I grow bored with you. There is no desire, hatred, or want in your eyes"

"I am sorry, Master."

"And that is why you must die."

In one swift movement the puny figure before him was killed. He should have known better than to trust a Sith Lord, especially the Sith Grand Master of the New Sith Order. His name was Thaed Nomed. He was an Iktotchi: two well formed horns protruded downward were his ears would, arching around his head, and his skin was course like the other of his species. His body was a weapon and the Force flowed through him with tremendous power. He looked behind himself starring at the large building made of black cortosis that had no windows and no door. And in that building was one thing: the future of the Sith.

Thaed looked up and saw a ship landing on the docks. He started to walk towards the landing pads, leaving the mysterious building behind him. As he reached the landing pad a ship landed. Walking out was two Sith apprentices. The first was covered in Mando gear, from head to toe. She was fully equipped with a helmet, which long purple haired flowed from, a jetpack, as well as two blaster pistols and a lightsaber hanging from her belt. Her Mando'a skills increased her ability as a Sith assassin. Her name was Dral Vern.

Next to her stood Quyve, a figure who stood a menacing 7 feet tall. Clad in ancient Sith armor from the neck down. On top of this armor was a sinister skeleton head. He was master of Sith science, which allowed him to fuse his head with the Darkside strong Sith armor. He stared into his masters eyes. "It has been done, my Lord. The trap is set."