A/N: Sorry I took so long to update, no excuses this time. By the way, a Muun is Black Vol's species. Look it up in Wookieepedia if you don't know them. Guys, could you please R&R, I only have 6 reviews so far. Dedicated to Natasha Richardson.

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The Face of the Enemy

The four True Sith, two allocated to each ship, were waiting for their combatants. They had seen the death of the Zarricka in the Force, and had known that their master had gone with it. They had seen Revan and twelve others flee in their ships to this planet. They were here now to reap death on the True Jedi, and crush this newly-formed order before it became strong. They were here, though, first and foremost, to avenge Black Fear, their master.

Black Fear had been training five apprentices before he died, and had been one of only twenty masters, not including the Black Master. His death had sparked the rage of the True Sith, and the five apprentices had been expected to carry out Black Master Death's orders. One, Black Vol, had not wanted to chase them so soon, and rush into combat recklessly. So the other four had knocked him out, and imprisoned him in the Finite Osprey's brig.

The Plunge Saker and the Finite Osprey had been the two ships that Black Fear's first captives had been on, when Black Fear had hijacked them; he had taken them one by one. Black Fear had ordered his apprentices back to the True Sith Academy on Femas Mossar, and they had complied, expecting their master to be close behind. He hadn't been.

They were made up of two humans, a Rodian and a Twi'lek. Their names: Black Cyanide, Black Scorn, Black Hate and Black Heart. They stood symmetrically, lightsabers drawn and raised ready, heads bowed as they prepared themselves. Black Heart, the Rodian, raised his purple-skinned head as he felt their presence. Three of them were coming, strong in the Force, unified, and skilled. The true Jedi and the True Sith were going to clash for the second time.

"State your business on Jedia. I am Master Revan of the True Jedi, and this is Master Jinn and Master Fevri of the same order." Revan said, voice even, but sounding dangerous.

"Which of you killed Black Fear?" The question rang out, but none of the True Jedi knew who had said it. None of their mouths had moved, but they hadn't been speaking through the Force.

"The one who shot down the Zarricka is not here. To get to the others, you will have to go through us."

"In that case..." said one or more of the True Sith, letting the sentence trail off as they pointed their lightsabers at the three masters in unison. Revan lunged at the Rodian, Black Heart, and the fight begun.

Revan noted that their lightsabers varied in colour. The Rodian and both of the humans had the same colour lightsabers as Black Fear, but the Twi'lek had a black lightsaber with a tint of purple. Revan's lightsaber grinded harshly against the Rodian's.

"I am Black Heart. Remember my name for the short time you live." Revan did not answer the Rodian, and focussed on picking up details about the True Sith and fighting them using this information. Like Black Fear, Black Heart was arrogant, Revan could see that already.

Black Heart kicked Revan in the stomach, but was thrown off balance when he tried to block a slash from his combatant. He fell to the ground, and lost a finger to Revan as he regained his footing. Revan was curious to see how he would cope with this, but Black Heart sprang back and let the Twi'lek take his place fighting Revan while he stopped the blood flow and temporarily healed his wound with the Force.

*

"So, what's your name? Black Piece of Crap? Black I Suck? Huh?" Felix Jinn said to the human facing him, in a desperate Force duel. It was intended to anger him, but the human was calmer and less arrogant than Black Fear or Black Heart, and didn't respond. He only increased the power behind each attack.

Felix grudgingly admired the True Sith's strategy. The fights were one-on-one, but the fourth, a blue-skinned Twi'lek with one tentacle, or 'lekku' on his head, was hanging back, occaisionally swapping places with another or helping them when they seemed in trouble.

"Black Cyanide," the human said.

*

Ella Fevri was making ground on her opponent. She was obviously fighting the weakest, and the Twi'lek was constantly coming to his aid. The man was small and not as strong in physical terms or in the Force as his fellows. His lightsaber skills were better, but not as good as Ella's, and he was swiftly becoming sloppier and more desperate. She could see a look of desperation in his eyes, he knew he was done for; the Twi'lek couldn't protect him forever.

Ella purposely stumbled, hoping that her opponent, who she had learned, was named Black Hate, would seize the fake opportunity and make a reckless attack. He lunged, but cautiously, suspecting a ruse. Ella parried, but the force of the blow was enough to push her to the ground. She barely dodged a quick stab from Black Hate. She rolled quickly to the side, and sprang to her feet, trying to devise a plan to defeat Black Hate.

A thought came to her, and as she swung her lightsaber at Black Hate's head, she was punched in the head from behind by the Twi'lek, Black Scorn, and she fell to the ground. Both of the True Sith slashed at her, and Ella could only block one. As she waited for the end that she knew would surely come milliseconds after, she tried to think, but nothing would come to mind.

Fole Isoder's dark blue blade came down to protect Ella Fevri from Black Hate's lightsaber. He was immediately locked in fierce combat with Black Hate, but he had saved Ella Fevri's life, and if she had died so early in their struggle against the True Sith, the Order would have fallen apart. Too soon, he reminded himself, to say that. She may die yet, he thought, or Revan, or Felix.

He may have been grossly inexperienced compared to the other True Jedi in the fight, but he had the element of surprise on his side. Fole Isoder would fight to victory or death.

*

Black Scorn saw the female go down, and decided that Black Hate no longer needed help. He focussed his energies on helping Black Heart kill the strongest, Revan. Then as Black Hate's lightsaber came down to strike the killing blow, another appeared, and saved the female at the last moment. The boy was fast and wielded a dark blue-coloured lightsaber. It was thick at the hilt, so he didn't think much of his lightsaber craftsmanship. He was therefore probably not very talented all round as a Force user. Black Hate could handle him, though Black Scorn decided to engage the female.

*

Ella Fevri reacted quickly to the fact that she was still breathing, and slid out from under Black Hate, seeing her rescuer: Fole Isoder. She didn't know how or why he was there, and nor did she care; he had saved his life, and although she would have to pretend to think him irresponsible, her gratitude was eternal. From then on, Ella Fevri respected Fole Isoder more than the rest of the initiates. She sprang up, and saw the Twi'lek running towards her, confident, but not arrogant, readying for a slash.

*

Felix Jinn was close to victory against Black Cyanide, and was gearing up for a final assault. His green lightsaber always seemed to have more power behind it as it slammed, sizzling, into Black Cyanide's. The True Sith was tiring, and Felix lunged when he saw a weak spot. The green blade crackled home, and Black Cyanide stumbled back, mouth hanging open in disbelief, with a gaping wound in his left leg.

Felix lashed out with the Force and sent Black Cyanide careering back into the landing gear of the Finite Osprey. Cyanide staggered to his feet, while the other True Jedi pressured their opponents so that Black Cyanide could receive no help. Felix stabbed at him twice and Cyanide managed to parry them both, but sloppily. He was tiring, and Felix knew that he just needed to be patient, and attack his opponent strongly and quickly, and soon Black Cyanide would be dead.

Black Cyanide summoned up the last of his courage and energy. He pretended to expose his good leg to attack, and when Felix Jinn went for the crippling blow Black Cyanide threw his lightsaber at his adversary. With it, he threw away his life; as he had left his entire body wide open for attack. His desperate assault was in vain, and Felix Jinn dodged Cyanide's lightsaber, and stabbed him through the neck, killing him instantly. As Black Cyanide's heart stopped, the bonds of Force power around Black Vol weakened, and Vol knew his fellows had lost one, and he would soon be free of the devilish mental cage Black Fear's other apprentices had imprisoned him in.

*

From there, Felix immediately rushed over to Fole Isoder to aid him against Black Scorn. When Felix took his place Fole collapsed, exhausted, against the durasteel wall behind him. Black Scorn was obviously a better swordsman than Fole, but Fole's lightsaber hadn't revealed its secret yet. He had told himself that he was only going to use the blaster pistol in his lightsaber in an emergency.

Fole glanced to his left and right, and decided to give Felix Jinn a hand, since he must have been tired from his encounter with Black Cyanide. Felix went for an ambitious strike at Black Hate's legs. When Black Hate counterattacked, Fole blocked for Felix. This enabled Felix to make more risky attacks without fear of paying the price. Felix dropped back to allow Fole to go on the offensive, and Fole decided that now was the time to strike.

Fole yelped and stepped backwards with every hit he deflected. As Black Hate became more complacent, Fole threw his lightsaber with all the force he could muster, and Black Hate dodged it, moving in for the kill. Black Hate used the Force to knock Felix Jinn down, and suddenly, Fole was defenceless. Fole's lightsaber hovered in the air behind Black Hate, but Fole knew it would not return to his hands fast enough to defend him. Fole closed his eyes, and willed his weapon to attack from afar. The blaster pistol in the hilt of his lightsaber activated, and hit Black Hate three times in the back of the head.

The True Sith's headless body crumpled to the ground as Fole's lightsaber returned to him. To make sure his enemy was dead, Fole stabbed Black Hate through the heart. All the remaining combatants stopped short, but soon the fighting started again. Felix leapt off the ground, and rushed over to help Ella Fevri, while Fole ran to Revan's aid.

Black Vol smiled to himself as the bonds around him weakened once more. The Muun flexed against the bonds, but Black Scorn and Black Heart were together stronger than Black Vol. So he waited for the next one to die.

*

Black Heart knew he was nearly overcome. Black Scorn was also immobile under the weight of numbers, and Black Hate's death had been the turning point in this battle. It was time for a final stand, and the Rodian let out a shriek of fury, and slashed wildly at Revan and Fole with his red lightsaber.

Fole cried out as Black Heart's lightsaber opened a cut on Fole's arm. Suddenly, anger overtook Fole's mind and he battled Black Heart with equal intensity. Revan leapt in the fight as well, but with a clear mind, and was a more calculated fighter than Fole. Revan lapsed into thought about Fole's lightsaber. Then he suddenly stopped, realising that his lightsaber was lodged in Black Heart's throat. The Rodian gurgled, and fell to the ground, limp.

Black Scorn saw Black Heart die, and launched a Force wave at his enemies. He fled to the Finite Osprey, and was too quick to be caught by any of the True Jedi, but a stray blaster bolt hit him in the back, and as the True Jedi attacked the exit ramp, Black Scorn started up the ship and took off.

*

Black Vol felt another of his comrades fall, and cursed; with Black Scorn still alive, the bonds couldn't be broken. If only their master had favoured Black Vol instead! Then Black Scorn fled up the exit ramp, sustaining a shot to the back, and suddenly, with this wound, the bonds fractured. All Black Vol had to do was apply a little pressure, and he was free.

As the ship left Jedia's orbit, Black Vol activated his newly rediscovered lightsaber. He stalked over to the cockpit, silently, with revenge on his mind. They had imprisoned him, and now they were all dead, but one, Black Scorn, the ringleader. Now Black Scorn would die. Black Scorn prepared for the jump to hyperspace, but before he could confirm, he was gripped by the Force. The Force constricted his windpipe, and the last thing Black Scorn saw before his death was the face of his enemy, Black Vol.