Galen Zaun got out of the land speeder and bowed slightly to the confused drivers that took him there, he paid them richly, and then turned to look at the bustling city.

Time was of the essence, he had to make sure that the murderer did not escape.

He gazed out into the sunlight and searched the crowd, nothing.

He pushed his way through the crowd, the land speeders, and the hover bikes. He stretched out with the Force and took in all the perceptions. Hunting, becoming one, pushing his way through the crowd in a half blind stupor.

Half of him wondered if he should make his way to Skywalker.

He dismissed the thought, there was not enough time, and time was the only commodity that he did not have in great abundance.

He stopped, caught his breath for a second and grabbed his knees. They hurt, expert lightsaber dueler he may have been, physical he was not.

He made a note of that, if he were to be a better Jedi he would need to be a better hunter in all respects.

And to add onto that his face also was still sore from the sand storm, and small droplets of blood were beginning to coat his beard, he needed medical attention. But again time was working against him.

Most of the people on the streets were peering at him with mixtures of anger and curiosity, he wanted to sooth them with the Force, but decided that would not have been the best considering any sign of manipulation would not have gone over well with the crowd in their current mood.

Still he was in his element, his element as a Sentinel. Feeling out with the Force with all its perceptions and hunting a target. This was something that Jedi did not get a lot of experience in doing these days, always focused on meditation.

Not him.

But he was still out of shape, not ready for so much physical activity.

But he had no choice in the matter.

With a sigh he made his way over to the fighter bay and went up to Master Skywalker's tower.

The Master was not there, but the First Sergeant was.

"Sir?" He said startled.

"Seal off all the exits, get ready to move, we may not have much time but a killer is here."

"The other Jedi?" The Sergeant said somberly.

"Yeah, he is dead. Ensure that no one leaves, I do not care what excuse you have to use but make sure that no ship leaves. Then start a search, I will be there in the meantime." Zaun said and then ran off, his robes billowing in his wake.

"Sir." The Sergeant said also running off to his control room.

Galen Zaun then made his way over to his fighter and got into it, he checked the scanner logs, and satisfied at what he saw he got out of the fighter and ran off in another direction.

He was satisfied at what he saw as the local police appeared in the bay. He was accompanied by two Republic soldiers with Rifles at the ready.

The Police Chief made his way over to him. "Master Jedi, we have sealed off the area and are making our sweeps now."

"Very good, you have my thanks." Zaun said running off.

Along one of the structural catwalks for the station a dark cloaked figure observed this and scowled, he glared at his prey, and sent a wave through the Force.

Galen Zaun felt a twinge in the back of his mind and looked around startled, then smiled to himself. His prey knew that he was being hunted and as any prey would go to ground.

"Any area around here that is abandoned?"

"At this time of the day the East City, it is mostly residential but people have started their work day by now." The Police Chief said.

"Interesting, how far is it?"

"Not that far, I can take you if you like."

"No thanks I am fine."

Galen then moved off, the thought that this might be what The Nemesis wanted did not occur to him till he was well away from the hangar.

East City

He arrived, and it was deathly quiet. Except for some music in the background, clearly some people were off from work and enjoying themselves.

He felt out with the Force, and sensed a Dark and Foreboding presence. He swished his robes out of the way and revealed his lightsaber dangling, giving him easy access to it in the event that he needed it.

No shop owned to interrogate, no one to see, just the feeling that he was being watched.

He darted this way and that, trying to find what cover he could from shadows, pillars, and out of the way doors. He did not know a thing about his prey, not in the least.

His mind wandered, this could have been his last day in the world. He could leave Arkadi all alone, and the thought of that terrified him, urged him to put all of his senses on fire.

He knew that he was not alone.

He looked at all the roofs. Nothing. Looked in all the corners. Nothing. He searched out with the Force. Only a feeling remained, the deep dark feeling of despair. He tried to push that out of his mind but felt that he could not, it was as though it was a part of the Force itself.

Even all of his learning on the long lost Sith could not have indicated to him that this was what was going to happen.

Death was here, Death was coming.

He leapt up to the highest point of the city, and then observed it, looking, trying to find the person that he sought.

He knew he was being played with, knew that he was hunting, and knew that he was hunted.

He climbed down a flight of stairs, and saw a group of life forms were playing a card game, he cleared his throat nervously as they peered blearily at him, smoke from their pipes was clouding his vision.

He cleared his throat again and then moved on out back into the sunlight.

And there he was, standing there, feet planted out to the sides, arms held out in a cocky stance, egging Galen on.

Galen peered at his target.

His target peered back.

"How cliché can you get?" Galen blurted out, reacting to the dark cloak and the hood.

His opponent smiled back at him cockily. Of course Galen could not detect the smile, but he could feel it.

"I am Galen Zaun," Zaun said, sweeping out his lightsaber and holding it at the ready. "You are guilty of attacking the Jedi order."

"Don't you want to learn my name first?" The figure said.

"That would be nice." Galen said sarcastically.

"My name is Death, and it is time for you to join your brethren."

"Death? That is quite a name."

"It is, and fitting, since I will be the last contact you will have with a sentient being."

"Somehow I doubt that." Galen said confidently.

"Really? You do? Don't worry, I am sure your pregnant girl friend will not miss you too much."

Galen's eyes widened in shock, but he cleared them.

His opponent removed his hood revealing a rugged and handsome face, with brown hair, he was wearing a cocky and confident smile.

He swished his cloak out of the way revealing a leg holster for his weapon, which he got out with a sound of leather scraping on leather. "Well shall we begin?" He asked.

"We shall."

Death turned his lightsaber on with a snap of the activation plate, the blade hummed into existence, deep dark blood red was its color, he swung it down from left to right and then put it in a two handed grip.

Galen too got his light saber out and activated it. Its blade was solid green, almost being drained out in the harsh sunlight, but he just barely make it out.

He held it high above his head pointing skyward, using the Form V stance that he knew so well. Getting into a comfortable position, setting his legs hard in the ground.

His opponent smiled predatorily again, and then began to circle in a wide arc, holding his blade in his right hand, blade pointing face down, almost touching the sand.

Galen placed his active saber in his right hand out, facing his opponent, he placed his other hand palm facing the enemy in order to counteract any force attacks.

Death's grin only got more feral and predatory, Galen could swear he made out fangs in the mostly human features. His eyes changing colors to suit his current aggressive mood.

All Galen did was calmed his mind, and got ready for the storm.

With a feral yell Death leapt, looping in the air, bringing his lightsaber in arching from up high.

Galen's eyes widened but he instinctively put his lightsaber in both of his hands, and held the pommel up by his chest, blocking his opponent's attack just barely in front of his eyes.

He pushed his blade up, bringing it up to about to his nose, the pommel facing outward and crossing with the other saber.

The two lightsabers flashed and crackled in the air with energy.

Their duel had begun.