Chapter 6- Coruscant

I'd left my shuttle, Sleheyron's Bishop behind. I landed it in the slums about seventy clicks away. I could make it back, but the JediTemple would be on high alert. This was my first mission since leaving the academy. I wasn't nervous, nor excited. I was prepared for blood, I longed for blood. There was something about the consistency of it. It's touch was soothing. Prior to the mission Khar confronted me at the academy hangar.

"Jaq? What the feirfek are you on about? Atton, you're giving in to Garm and all he tried to make you become." "Good." I replied. "If he wanted me to become this, he got what was coming to him. The apprentice always rises up against the master. It's the Sith way as much as we'd hate to admit it." "It's not the Sith way, can you imagine Darth Revan being betrayed by Darth Malak?" "No. That is unlikely to happen. But if it does, Revan would surely die by his hands. If not from the initial attack then from a later confrontation." "No doubt." …oops, yeah, we might have stuffed that one up a bit.

Khar opened his locker and retrieved his retractable quarterstaff. "My first mission is to Onderon. Hurl has got his first mission to Rhen Var." "Rhen Var?" I asked for confirmation. "Yeah, whatever poor bastard he has as a target is gonna get ripped apart. I feel sorry for the target." "Don't." "What?" He asked confused. "Don't feel sorry for the enemy. They are the enemy, nothing but a bag of blood."

That was how I was going to approach this mission. I walked up the flight of stairs leading to the JediTemple. It was ugly, especially compared to the dark wiry and gothic look of the Sith Academy on Korriban where I had trained on my third year as an Assassin Padawan. My plan of infiltration was to simply enter through the front. If I was greeted, it be likely from a mere padawan who couldn't detect a Sith from his elbow. If I passed a Master then I would have no choice but to slaughter him.

I had been trained in the Enchanci way to resist Jedi Mind Tricks, but there would be no hope for me if I found myself surrounded by fifty Jedi attackers. My approach would need to be stealth as not to raise the alarm when I was in the vicinity of the target. I could always stab the objective with a Rodian Death Blade and then scream in fear as I hold the dead, but if a Jedi didn't suspect me as Sith then, they would definitely do so when searching for the attacker.

That meant I'd have to attack from afar, and quickly. A blaster fire would take too long to reach the goal and by that time they would have unsheathed their lightsabre and deflected the bolt. So a sniper rifle was preferable. It was retractable and disguised as a Blaster Pistol. I'd modified it to fire projectiles instead of bolts. The projectile would ensure a painful death.

I entered the JediTemple and completely ignored a padawan who waved at me welcomingly. Inside, the Temple was massive. In the back of the Temple I could see the Library. Intel suggested the target would be there. My target was apprentice to the Jedi Master Zez-Kai Ell or something like that. Republic names were tough to remember. Sith names just started with the word Darth, Lord or Captain and you were fine. These Republic were so inferior and insignificant compared to the might of the Secret Empire.

I made my way up the steps located to the left of the central annex. Heading along the catwalk I managed to make my way to a ledge located halfway along the wall between the entrance and the library. I looked left and right to ensure I was alone. I was. I had built small projectile discs, three of them, that released a large rectangular impenetrable shield for the time space of four minutes.

I placed one on either side of me as to protect me if my cover was blown. I retracted my sniper and set up an emplacement on the ledge facing the Library. I proceeded to activate both shields.

Looking down the rifle's sights I began to scan the area for any potential sighting of my ultimate goal. He was a pale Jedi wearing a master's robes, he had a green crystal Lightsabre similar to my first weapon – my new one being the blue one I stole from Garm. The target also wore a light tanned beard with three golden streaks. I paid attention to detail in mission briefings. Doing so allowed maximum enjoyment if you successfully decapitate an enemy, not that that was my plan for this particular target.

But there he was.

He looked so smug.

Boma would get what was coming to him sooner or later.

No.

Boma would get what was coming to him now.

The Jedi turned towards the historian on one of the datapads. He hid himself behind a holocron wall and soon took another turn into my sights. Then, before returning towards the historian, he stopped. He must have had a stroke. …or worse. He dropped the datapad and seconds later turned towards the entrance. Or… no… I soon realised he turned to me. He felt my presence. His opened his eyes wide and shocked and ashamed that he had caught me, I fired. That wiped the once smug look clean off his face. The slug crawled out of the rifle's barrel and eagerly blast itself towards its fearful target. The shot was quiet and landed itself dead centre above and between the Jedi's eyes. Through the scope I noticed only two drops of blood seep out through the fresh hole in his head.

The man collapsed. Success. Now I was glad that he had noticed me, his fear fueled my power. And power was good. By now the shields either side of me only had thirty seconds life left. I turned towards the window and swiftly drew my lightsaber, shattered the window jumped out dropping the third shield behind me. I could sense behind me roughly six Jedi and a few guards leap up onto the balcony I just left behind. Then I sensed their guilt and shameful sense of failure as I had blocked off any chance they had of capturing me.

I was now on the rooftops of the JediTemple. Below me a class of Padawans were doing some Jedi lightsaber techniques. I was becoming an expert in Dun Möch, these mere younglings were practicing basic Soresu and Shien. They were rookies but they were learning quite advanced maneuvers – for younglings.

Deciding against an aimless massacre I leapt over the other side of the rooftop on the left hallway. Here I found myself facing off a lone straddling padawan. He was human, much like myself. He activated his violet shaded lightsaber. His death would come and go quickly. But was his death necessary? I could merely stun him and continue to the Sleheyron's Bishop. But something boiled up in me. Anger, rage, excitement…everything; everything fueled my need for blood. I needed blood. It was a high a had to fulfill. So I killed him.

I gutted the child.

And the Republic would know my name. I left a small datapad by my rifle stating:

The Republic will fall. All hands raised for the Dark Lord of the Sith. Darth Revan will rise again. May you give up hope or devote your lives to the Sith. More lives will perish the longer you wait.
Jaq.

That was what I left them. Informal, yes, that was a given. But who cared? They may have seen me quite illiterate but they would soon learn the power of the dark side when they discovered this child. This abomination of nature.

It wasn't too long before I'd made my way to the slums of Coruscant. The mission had been a massive success. Now alarms sounded off to warn the public of this brutal murder. Every time I found myself coming across one of the blasting horns I simply yanked them to the ground with the Force as to silence them. I would be on my ship again soon enough.

From one of the cantinas a drunkard was thrown out. I passed him as he stood. At the top of his voice he yelled out to me.

"Oi, you! I remember you! You owe me a zillion credits!" I stopped. "I beg your pardon?" "You're Atton Rand. That gambling kid." Atton Rand. The name sounded so familiar, yet so distant. Was it my name before my graduation? Yes it was. I was beginning to forget my own name, my old name. Rand was my past, and as Revan once told me, the past can hold you back. Over time I would slowly forget this past. And I would be glad to-

"Hey! I'm talking to you! You fat Gammorian slug!" I began to walk again. No need to waste time with such slugs. "Yeah, you. Rand I'm gonna cut ya-"

His neck snapped. Suddenly, somehow. Just I had no idea how it happened. What a strange set of circumstances. I certainly couldn't be blamed for this, why would I want to snap this annoying little Gizka's neck so that I can watch the colour drain from his face and the sweat drip off his brow? It's just ridiculous.

Nah it was me.

Did I fool you?

In time I entered the ship. Now the sirens had stopped blaring and I was able to establish a connection with Revan's flagship. His appearance showed up in hologram in my communications room on the Sleheyron's Bishop.

"How did the mission go?" Revan asked. "The mission was a success. I did end up drawing attention to myself, the target knew I was coming. However I succesfuly evaded and there were no extra casualties." I lied. I failed to mention the child. "I see you've failed the mention the child." Drat, forgot he could read minds. "Uh, yes…sir." "That is okay, I have a new task for you."

I was ready. "I believe you are familiar with the Sith world of Taris?"