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Demon Unleashed.

Chapter II.

In disbelief, all parties looked at him. Starkiller, a Sith, who defeated both Vader and the Emperor. A Sith, who inspired and created the Rebellion. A Sith, who perished during the fight with the greatest Force-user in the Galaxy after wounding so gravely that he bedridden still.

This man… no… this monster… Stood before him. His glowing red eyes looked just right into his and Lord Inquisitor felt like some cold uncaring hands slowly ripped his black soul out of his body, measured it, revealed his darkest secrets for everyone to see and put it back.

When Starkiller tuned his head away Antinnis breathed out a relaxed sigh.

Shaak Ti also met the eyes of the Sith Assassin, but to her his gaze brought joy, her friend, who she thought to be dead, returned to them. Her happy thoughts, however ere short lived, with loud battle cry Seventh Sister jumped in the air, activating her spinning double blade and attacked him.

Under surprised eyes of everyone in the room Starkiller just raised his hand. Seventh Sister smirked in triumph, but when the spin of the blade stopped, she understood that something was wrong. To her terror, the lightsaber failed to cut off the Starkiller's arm. Without any kind of effort, he held the blade of pure plasma in his left hand, also stopping the spinning mechanism of the blade.

With fear Seventh Sister looked at the Sith Assassin. Her eyes begged for mercy, Starkiller, on the other hand, just shook his head and raised his right fist.

Seventh Sister loudly hit the other wall. Kallus tried to attack him, while his attention was focused on something else. Two red flashes stopped him in his tracks. Somehow feeling himself lighter than before and losing his balance Kallus fell forward. Before his eyes closed, he managed to see his own beheaded body.

Antinnis made a step back. Death of all his associates, except Jerec, of course, was a bit… surprising for him. Cyborg looked around trying to find something, to use against the Force Juggernaut, or at least to hold him long enough before he will leave the Star Destroyer.

Then he heard it. Something fell on the metal floor. Antinnis turned his head. Jerec was cut in half. Inquisitor understood that now was his turn. Activating his two blades, he prepared to duel with the Assassin. He didn't care, who he was, or whom he killed, he will not get him as easily as he got others!

However, Starkiller didn't attack. Instead something fell on the floor, by the move of his hand. Inquisitor paled, he finally understood the what Starkiller intended to do.

On the floor were rebels' weapons and Starkiller raised his hand in their direction setting them free. The Jedi instantly summoned their weapons and those, which belonged to their comrades. Behind Starkiller ignited several lightsabers. Outclassed and outnumbered Inquisitor prepared to meet his end.

"Give up Antinnis. This may pain me greatly, to kill you, who once stood among us, but my hand will not shake." said Shaak Ti.

"You are foolish to think that you will survive the encounter with me. Even now I still have all trump cards in my hands!" Vader said him to not do so, but Antinnis decided to go against his wishes, after all what kind of weapon can be given, but not unleashed?

Slowly the empty space in the wall of captain's bridge opened, revealing its dark insides. From Pitch-black darkness slowly walked a figure, clad in Sith Stalker armor, it activated the red lightsaber, which he held in reverse grip.

Glowing red eyes stared in black visor of the helmet. Seeing that his greatest enemy has some other problems, Antinnis used this moment to escape.

Starkiller turned to the Jedi. "Go to the hangar, I will meet you on Lothal." said he. Rebels wanted to object but the Sith Stalker's attack, blocked by the Starkiller stopped their disagreeing calls and forced them to obey the command of young Sith.

Finally, one on one, against the unknown warrior Starkiller could use all his vast arsenal of Force tricks and swordsmanship styles to deal with his enemy without any additional damage to his allies. He decided to start from the usual maneuver, barrage of sword strikes, from different directions.

However, his barrage was met by the same barrage caused by his opponent. Naruto slowly raised his brow in surprise. He jumped backwards and his opponent readied himself. Still in the air he attacked with Force Lightning, but Assassin used the lightning of his own and equal powers destroyed each other.

Already feeling that something wasn't right, Naruto decided to use some other tricks. Force push in the sword fight, small explosions, which caused misbalance in the fighting, his every trick was blocked and perfectly reflected.

Then as final test he used the maneuver, known to only two men in this Galaxy, to him… Helmet of his opponent fell to the floor revealing the face of his enemy, the reflecting strike was evaded by Starkiller… and his old friend and fellow apprentice of Darth Vader.

Galen Marek.

His face was pale, hairless, his eyes turned into two lakes of pitch black darkness, Sith symbols covered his face and mask of anger seemed to forever stuck on his, once always calm face. Yet he still managed to recognize his old friend.

Hissing like a snake Galen raised his sword, Naruto took his strike into rough block. He felt how anger started to boil inside his very essence, sickened by the sight of what his best friend was turned after his supposed 'death' from his hands, Naruto felt anger. No… Not like this. AMGER. It was like he was turned into being made of unstoppable burning desire to destroy, his essence was hatred, for everyone.

For himself, because, in a way he was the one responsible for his condition, since he won the last duel, which was fight to the death, made by his Masters. He hated Vader for doing something as sickening as this. He hated Sidious, for his sheer fact of existence. He hated the Galaxy and blamed the Force for what happened.

Then like always his anger was stumped by his cold logic-driven mind. He wasn't to blame, none of them knew, who they fought, Vader was also corrupted by Sidious and the Emperor was a prisoner in his own decaying body, who couldn't even breathe by himself.

Yet, his friend was right in front of him and by the way he looked he wasn't in for friendly reunion. Galen gathered the Force Lightning in his hands making it turn into the sphere, Naruto instantly understood what his opponent wanted to do, but instead of blocking the strike, Starkiller used the tricks of Darth Jadus and under surprised eyes of Galen Marek turned into purple mist.

Sith Stalker couldn't hold the explosion. Seconds later everything turned white.

With rebels.

Shaak Ti looked at the exploding Star Destroyer and felt how hope within her once again died. Starkiller was there she felt that, once again lost to them.

In silence they had returned to their base, even with so many Inquisitors dead, they didn't strike any powerful blows to the Galactic Empire.

And they once again had lost Starkiller.

"This was a complete… Failure." Stated Master Ti heavily, sitting in their hideout.

"But Master Ti…" said Kanan. 'We dealt with several Inquisitors and Kallus will not threaten the peaceful citizens anymore."

"Yet we lost the one, who rallied us together and inspired us!" screamed she back at him.

As if responding to her rage, furniture and tapestries moved from suddenly. Dark mist entered the room, circling the rebels, who sat around the table, then it focused in one big cloud above the table and from it a pair of buts stepped on the table.

Starkiller sat on his knee, looking at the rebels of Lothal.

Sith smiled. "You said something about me being dead?"

Several minutes later they sat around Starkiller, who with big cup of kaff told them how he managed to escape.

"… When I understood that it was the one, who was tutored with me by Vader, my old friend, Galen Marek, I decided to use one of the tricks of the ancient Sith, and made my body immaterial. Without a doubt Galen survived the destruction of the ship, he had survived worse. I also do not doubt that Antinnis ran away, but still reclaimed the body of Galen. He lost too many this day, he will not let another potential ally die."

"I'm glad that you are fine." said Shaak TI. "Now that you are with us…"

Starkiller raised his arm silencing her. "Master Ti I came to Lothal, not even knowing that I'm needed, all this time my goal wasn't the Imperial forces."

"Then… Who?" asked Maris Brood.

"She." said Starkiller pointing at Sabine. Rebels instantly placed their hands on their weapons. "I need her invitation for the mandolorian gathering." said Naruto.

"Invitation?" asked Sabine. "You mean this?" she took a strange badge from her pocket. "Wanted to use it later in one of my works, because I never intended to go on the gathering."

"Invitation badge." Said Naruto. "Yes, that's what I was looking for. Can you give me this?"

"Since you saved our asses and slayed a lot of bad guys, sure, keep it." said the girl.

"Thank you." said Starkiller. "Recently somebody started to gather mercenary bands of mandolorians and their rouge clans, right now this things…" he showed them the badge. "Were sent to the different mercenaries and warriors, known for their battle skills. I need to find the one, who is behind it. Or we will face another mandolorian crusade."

Shaak Ti sadly smiled. "Looks like you will not stay with us." said she.

"Not now." replied Starkiller. "I cannot return, until my quest is complete. It's too dangerous…. You can be forced to once again relive the loss of me."

Maris and Master Ti sighed. Ahsoka made a grimace, she too wanted to know her fellow apprentice a bit closer.

Several hours later, Starkiller left them, continuing his search for the gathering of the mandolorians.

Month later. Planet in Unknown Regions.

Last month was rather hectic for Starkiller. Since Imperial navy and Inquisitorius knew that he was alive and in extension so did Vader, Starkiller decided to mask himself. He created a new persona, greatly inspired by one of the mandalorian officers back in time of Crusade.

He was forced of course, to remember his skills as healer, but after some working the Demagol was born, or rather reborn, swordsman, who wielded the lightsaber and sold his great medical skills for highest prices. All in all, healer and assassin in one.

Reputation of said warrior, even spread through stolen imperial credits and mind tricks, was great, so when he asked his questions about the gathering, none of the information brokers didn't ask any questions. He may have been a newbie on their arena, but he was a real deal, without a doubt.

Tracks led him to unknown planet, where on the planet station mercenaries, killers, smugglers and other individuals of shady professions gathered, answering the call. It was a legendary Dead Man's Heaven. Paradise for the bastards of all kind.

Unlike many, who came here seeking profit or fame, Demagol came here for only one certain man, who according to the intel, given to him by the Darth Krayt used a very rare weapon, darksaber. Krayt feared that it was a well-known owner of such weapon, Darth Maul, who started this gathering, in hopes to once again gather enough strength to rule the underground world of Galactic Empire.

Demagol decided to gather some intel, like he did before. In bar.

Near the bar, he was greeted by the sight of some smuggler, who flew from the window, breaking it, and landed right near Demagol's legs. He shook his head and continued his path stepping over the motionless body.

Demagol never wasted his medical skills like this, and he never gave the oath of Hippocrates, so he could do something like this. And he was a fucking Sith, no less! Then his thoughts turned to the subject that no normal sith will spare even the fraction of their affection to someone like that smuggler.

With a sign Demagol understood that he was rather bad Sith.

He entered the cantina and before his eyes a beautiful red haired female mandalorian, with sign of Nite Owls on her armor, dealt with another smuggler. When her opponent, twice her size, by the way landed on his back, other mandalorians inside the bar cheered, and Demagol noticed that all of the wore the Nite Owl's emblem.

Most of them were females, males were in minority. Just as Demagol heard, that the Nite Owls were followers Bo-Katan Kryze. She was a member of the ruling family on the Mandalor and sister to late duchess Satine. It may have meant that they are here to hunt the one, who killed Vizsla and Satine or maybe that meant that Maul had nothing to do with this.

However, he went to the only one, who didn't wear any kind of marks, which gave his affiliations to no clans or bands. He sat near the mandalorian in green armor and ordered some booze. When you are talking with Boba Fett it takes some additional 'courage'.

"Got a problem?" asked Fett.

"No, just an itching curiosity, what one of the most dangerous men in Galaxy is sitting in this cantina, answering the call of some unknown warrior, who claimed the leadership over several mandalorian clans?"

Fett just put a blaster on the table and said: "Do you know what curiosity did to the many people?"

I know what Boba Fett did to them, so, yes, I know what you are hitting on." said Demagol. "But I'm also thinking that you are here under someone's orders."

"Maybe, maybe no." said Fett. "What is in it for you?"

"Let's just say… That we can cut the body in half, also you can take my share of money, I just need some 'equipment' of his."

"Hmm… If you will try to somehow trick me… I will shoot you in your head."

Week later. Dead Man's Heaven.

One week. They had spent an entire week on the Dead Man's Heaven. During this time he also managed to meet the said red haired leader of Nite Owls, Amanta Kryze. She came here, also hearing the rumors about the figure armed with the darksaber.

So in company of beautiful females and one really grumpy mandalorian, Demagol spent a very pleasurable week on the Dead Man's Heaven.

On the eighth day, the one, who stayed in shadows, started the gathering. Clad in massive dark-red armor, the man who called himself Mand'alore the Unyielding One, was a sight to behold. He stood before the crowd of warriors and told them his visions of grandeur.

Naruto, Boba and Amanta looked at the crowd and thought how easy is to sway them from their believes… all that was needed were promises of rich, easy and better life. Like it always was, actually. They looked how long line of the soon-to-be new Mandalorians received their new armor and ammunition.

New Mandalorian Crusade started, and nobody could stop it now.

In the evening Naruto got to the building, which served as Command Center to the Mand'alore, he was surprised to see Boba and Amanta there. However, he was glad to see them. All of them answered the call of the Mand'alore. He wished to see them to discuss the situation.

"Ah! Here you are." greeted them he, when they entered the room. "I have a proposition for you. You see I have a benefactor he is one, who managed to give me resources and gather my trusted allies before I defeated the first clan leader and took his forces for myself. With time My fame grew and so did my debt, as I found out later. My benefactor wants all my armies for himself. He wishes to use an ancient artifact to go to another Galaxy and start the crusade there, instead of this place."

Mand'alore sighed. "What is the worst thing, is that He will manage to take many other if he reveals himself, he didn't want to, because he is used to operations in shadows, but he also can challenge me and became the next Mand'alore and use the Crusade as he wishes, to back his claims for the throne he, like for example you, Amante, must be the leader of mandalorian group or clan. And that is the final problem, he is the leader of notorious and famous Death Watch, thus he has the right to challenge me. You are the most skilled warriors and assassins, slay him and I will repay you for this… greatly."

"What is his name?" asked Boba Fett.

"Darth Maul." answered the Mand'alore.

Next Day.

In the evening, Demagol went to the location. Fiven to him by the Mand'alore, before all three of them will hunt Maul, Amanta, he and Boba decided to meet and discuss the plan. However, the sight of their meeting place… Instantly said to him that all his plans will not come in motion.

Thrashed building, with marks of blaster shoots and lightsaber slashes on the walls, destroyed rooms and knife with a letter on the other side of the door, screamed ABOUT THE FACT THAT Darth Maul decided to act first. Him or Mand'alore. He didn't trust the bastard.

Demagol ripped the letter from the door. "CAME ALONE" it stated, a bit below the words was the location where he must go. Definitely a trap.

In this situation he will need something more than just lightsabers. Before he went on another suicide quest, he took with himself a pair of new blaster pistols, with prototype power batteries, which can gather the energy even lying near nearby source of heat. Then he packed blaster rifle, energy shield, used by all mandalorians and wrist blaster.

Armed to the teeth he stepped on the path of war.

Sometime later.

Clad in red and black armor several mandalorians sat near campfire, they were ordered by their Master, Darth Maul, to guard this passage. All of them were rather relaxed, none believed that the fool, to whom, lord Maul has left the invitation will come.

The trap was so obvious that only a complete novice will not see it.

And someone like that will not strike fear in the heart of a true mandalorrian.

Suddenly one of the guards, who stood near the destroyed wall, disappeared. Others noticed this only when his helmet hit the floor. They instantly grabbed their weapons and one of them slowly got closer to the destroyed wall.

When he inspected the destroyed section something grabbed his head and pulled him inside. Others went to the wall when suddenly the fire suddenly stopped burning and the unnatural darkness covered everything. Flashes of red were the last and only things that they saw.

Maul stood before the large structure. Once it was one of the most beautiful buildings in the whole Galaxy. Now after many thousand years it was just rubble. However, what should have been intact still was. Ancient race of Kwa new how to hide and build their most precious creations.

Even after all these years the Infinity Gates were still there. Still functioning.

And in hands of Maul.

Zabrak looked at the bounded forms of Boba and Amanta, who were captured by him and his warriors. With sound of metal hitting the earth something landed near his leg. He moved his gaze to that thing.

Mandalorian helmet.

Zabrak raised his head and smirked. "You had finally came here."

Demagol used a force technique to appear to his left.

"So this is Infinity Gate." Said he looking at raising and glowing form of the structure. Calling it building was an understatement. Infinity Gate was made of pure energy and was activated by the force. And Maul was the one, who controlled it.

Two red lightsabers were blocked by the black and red one.

"You are good…" said Maul. "Not many managed to hold me in swordlock for long."

"I'm just starting." said Demagal, gathering more strength and pushing it into his blades. Slowly, little by little Maul's swords were placed near his own neck.

Suddenly the bright light shined upon them.

Maul smiled. "I won."

Bright light was the only thing he saw.

When Demagol returned to his senses he heard the wind and sensed the grass under his feet and arms. Counting the fact that the place where he and Maul fought was rather deserted, he quickly understood that he was somewhere else.

Looks like the Infinity Gate took him somewhere, he sensed several life-forms near himself, but he couldn't sense Maul. Infinity Gate must have taken him somewhere else. He rose to his feet, and searched for his lightsabers with Force.

Cylinders jumped to his arms. To his surprise Maul's darksaber was also here, Demagol placed it on his jetpack. He heard, how someone stepped on the ground behind him. He turned to see the two women and one man.

Black haired woman in black armor with sign N7 seemed to be their commander, woman in white and pink armor seemed to be rather nervous in his presence and the only male of the group seemed a bit off, at least he didn't point a gun in his direction.
Woman with red hair asked something from the one in the white armor, she answered and commander nodded, grabbing her weapon a bit tighter.

Demagol sensed the danger from the left, he moved his head in that direction and several droids flew into the air. His hand turned into the fist and droids into the spheres of scrapped metal. Then he once again turned to the newcomers, in one second he appeared near the redhead and placed his hand upon her head.

She saw herself, standing on her knee, in front of the high man in dark suit, she fought against the old man on… laser swords on the exploding station, she fought against strange little creature and red-skinned woman, who looked very human-like, like asari. Then against her was the man in the dark suit and man in robes, then she took the… lightning in her hands?

Then she fought rather devil-looking individual and after that she saw herself.

"Do you know him Williams?" heard she her own voice.

"No, Commander, I advise to approach him with caution."

Jane Shepard fell to her knees as he released his grip.

"Now…" said the man in strange armor. "We can finally talk."

"What did you… do?" managed to say she.

"Isn't it obvious?" asked Demagol. "I took the knowledge of your language from your head. I cannot speak it and without it a proper communications seemed rather… difficult."

"You just… took it? And the images, which I saw?" asked Shepard

"Our minds were in rather deep contact, so without a doubt you saw part of my memories." Shepard didn't need to know, that Demagol placed his memories in her head himself.

"Anyway…" shook her head Shepard. 'There is no place for a civilian in the field, stay here and wait for the Alliance Forces." Stated Commander.

"Lady, first of all, I'm not serving your Alliance. Thus I will not follow your Orders and of course I can take care of myself. There is only three of you and you may require help."

Shepard looked at the remains of the geth. Such a power will come in handy.

"Commander, we do not know, who he is." whispered Williams.

"Somebody, who you should have on your side." said Demagol.

"Commander, you surely don't think that…" started the male.

"Stop this, Kaidan. We all know that in situation like this we need all kind of help" she turned to the Demagol. "You can go with us, but you need to follow one rule…"

"You lead, I follow, yes, I understand."

"Good. Well introductions are in order: I'm Commander Shepard, she is sergeant Ashley Williams and he is lieutenant Kaidan Alenko. We are here on joint mission with Spectre Kryik. To secure the prothean Beacon."

"Demagol."

"And Without codenames?"

This IS my name."

Shepard nodded, not waiting any kind continuation. She had already understood that her new ally rarely spoke.

"Then you will need weapons."

"Don't worry, commander, I AM a weapon. So right now you need to synchronize with my com-link."

"With what?"

Demagol sighed. "With my communication device."

Not wishing to reveal any army-related secrets, Shepard gave him the normal frequency.

Meanwhile wheels in Demagol's mind were spinning, he was in unknown place, with unknown people. Force, and without a doubt there was none else who could do it, threw him there. But why? What he needed to do?

And like always the answer came.

"Why Are you here, Saren? Council decided that it was my mission."

"You know how crazy they can be about prothean relics. Tevos just pushed Sparatus and Valern until they did what she wanted, and they sent me."

"Whatever, it's good to have you here, Geth are rather… unfortunate event."

"Yes… old friend. Unfortunate indeed."

BANG.

It didn't even take a second and Demagol once again found himself with Shepard and Co. But now he had somewhere else to be.

"Commander, I will go forward and scout the terrain." said Demagol.

Shepard didn't like his suggestion.

"I work better alone, Commander. Moreover…" He disappeared using one of the Force techniques and then reappeared right in front of them. "They will not even now that I'm here."

"Okay. Just don't risk in vain." said Jane.

Nodding Demagol left them.

While he ran, on unimaginable speed, courtesy of the Force, he sensed several life signatures far away, then he saw the large metal spikes, with what looked like some sort of cyber-zombies on them, the horde of said zombies tried to get into one of the buildings, Force Lightning eased their suffering.

Shepard looked in a way where Demagol disappeared.

"Do you think we should have let him go?" asked Williams.

"No." answered Shepard. 'But my six sense tells me that we can trust him. And his abilities… Are beyond anything I had seen."

"I don't know commander." said Kaidan. "We haven't even seen his face."

"Yes and he can destroy a fucking army of geth with just one raise of his hand." said Shepard.

"It's a bit unnatural, I haven't seen any lint of biotic aura. He seems like he isn't from this Galaxy." said Ashley.

"I think… that you may be right." said Shepard, remembering the memories of the Demagol.

"What do you mean, Commander?" asked Kaidan, Shepard didn't answer, since the voice of Demagol shifted her attention from the conversation.

"This is Demagol, Shepard come in!"

"Shepard on the line, what happened Demagol?"

"I'm in some sort of a camp. In the building are closed more than a dozen people. I didn't get in contact, continue my way to the station, you told me about."

"Got you, Demagol. We will take care of them."

"One more thing, Commander: in the camp I was attacked by walking corpses, who before were pierced by strange spikes. Corpses were filled with cybernetics to… I cannot even find a right word to describe this. They do not even have any kind of difference from each other. If you will meet them, try to deal with them from a far. Up close they try to kill with power electric strike."

"We had already seen these spikes, as you called them." said Shepard. "No kind of cyber-zombies, yet."

"Good, but if you see one of them, kill them without remorse. There is nothing living or organic inside them."

"Got you, Demagol."

Meanwhile, Demagol reached the sorting station. Open place, covered by the bushes of the trees, perfect for the ambush. Kryik was there, Saren was with him too. And foolish Spectre showed his back to the betrayer.

With Nihlus.

"Geth appearance… complicated everything."

"Don't worry, Nihlus, I have everything under control."

Of course, thought Nihlus, you are fucking Saren Arterius, you always have everything under control. Suddenly Nihlus heard how something fell behind him. Young turian instantly grabbed the pistol and turned. Behind him stood a man in strange armor and Saren was send in pile of metal boxes.

Nihlus shot three times, but to his surprise his bullets were deflected by the strange sword, which seemed to be made purely from darkness itself. Nihlus calmed himself and shoot again. Not even caring human waved his hand, stopping the bullets in the air and forcing Nihlus to flew above the earth.

He moved his hand closer to his chest and Nihlus too, moved closer.

"I'm not your enemy." said strange human. "He is." And pointed in Saren's direction.

Meanwhile Saren managed to grab his storm rifle and pint it at newcomer. He shot until it became red hot. Nihlus fell on the earth, and when he managed to raise on his arms, he saw that his teacher's friends didn't have his usual smug expression anymore.

Unknown human stood in front of him, completely unharmed, with his black zooming sword in hand he managed to deflect the bullets. Saren gaped at this sight and Nihlus wasn't far away from him.

"This will not be as easy as you think, birdy." said human.

Saren scowled. "Kill them!" screamed he.

Nihlus was surprised by that phrase, until the first geth appeared in sight of his visage. And the terrifying truth finally sunk in his head: human was right, Saren was the enemy. Second later geth were everywhere and Saren disappeared during the whole mess. Meanwhile Nihlus prepared to die, he wasn't a coward and pessimistic thought were really alien to him, but he also was a realist, he knew that with such difference in numbers they will be overwhelmed in few seconds.

Turian was lucky he managed to hide behind the corner of the station. He may have prepared to die, but he was damn sure that he will take as many with him as he could. He was sure that the strange man was already dead, he didn't manage to hide and there were too many geth for him to deal with, even sound of shouting and strange zooming sound didn't make him to rethink his conclusion. Turian dealt with six geth in his direction and prepared to look from his hiding place, to see how bad the situation was.

He shouldn't have done this.

Nihlus saw many things in his life, but the level of brutality shown by the warrior… Nihlus was sure that Geth didn't scream and run just because the concept of fear was unknown to them. Empty space in fron of the station was covered by severed limbs, sliced bodies and machine oil and the warrior still continued his slaughter.

Yet despite the horrific result, his movements were beautiful, like he was dancing and not fighting. Under surprised gaze of Nihlus, he sliced several geth and used another one as shield. Finally, there was left only one geth, left from nearly a hundred. He looked around with his glowing photoreceptor, as in disbelief, then once again his gaze return to the man with a blade.

Man placed his deactivated sword on his backpack and slowly walked to the lone geth, who, under surprised geth of Nihlus made a step back, as in fear. Not willing to run, human just raised his hand and unseeing power turned geth into the ball of scrap metal.

Man looked around him, but Nihlus managed to spot the danger first.

"Behind you!" screamed he. A pair of giant red geth armed with rocket launcher opened fire on the unknown warrior. However, he didn't evade, he once again raised his hand, like he wanted to catch the rockets, which flew in his direction, suddenly the rockets stopped in mere meters from the man.

He moved his finger and rockets turned and flew to the geth, destroying them. If all this weren't just a fucking nightmare, the Spectres soon will be left without work. Near that man centuries-old asari commandos look like the bunch of schoolgirls.

"Nihlus!" screamed somebody.

"Commander!" nearly jumped Kryik. "Do you want me to have a heart attack?" asked he.

"Thank God that you are alive." Said the brunette "We started to fear the worst, when we saw Demagol surrounded by geth."

"Demagol?" didn't understand the turian.

Shepard nodded in the way of the warrior.

"I see." Muttered turian. 'But where is corporal Jenkins and who is that woman?"

Woman in the white-pink armor narrowed her eyes at him, but spectre was silent.

"Jenkins is dead." Said commander. "This is sergeant Ashley Williams, from 212th, the only survival of the whole platoon."

"Nihlus Kryik, Spectre of Citadel." said he giving her his hand.

Woman took his hand but it was notable that she didn't want to be in his presence for long. This wasn't new for Nihlus, many humans share the distrust to aliens and hatred for turians. But it is never too late to stop this.

"You survived something like this sergeant, very impressive, maybe one day you will become the Spectre yourself."

"Maybe." Said Williams, who actually didn't know, how to respond.

"Okay Nihlus, can you tell us what happened?" asked Shepard. Turian just nodded in the way of Demagol.

"He did all of this?!" asked Shepard in surprise.

"Only those in that way, these are mine." To his shame in his way was barely a dozen of nonfunctioning platforms. In Demagol's in the other hand there were nearly a hundred of mutilated robots. Shoot, bisected and ripped asunder there was only one kind of bodies that weren't in his way. Intact ones.

"Anyway, the geth here were ordered to attack us by other Spectre, Saren Arterius. So I'm quite sure that he had already took the Beacon."

Wait a minute, what? Another Spectre? Works with the geth?" shocked, asked Shepard. "Why would a Spectre work with the geth?"

"He must have started his own game." Said Demagol.

"I agree." said Nihlus, to his own surprise he sounded rather sure, maybe the fact that the unknown man save his life played its role, whoever that man was. "Thanks for the save, by the way."

"I don't have a translator, so I didn't understand a shit." said Demagol.

"Nihlus said, that he is impressed with your skills and is grateful for the save." translated Shepard

"Not at all." said Demagol. "By the way, I know how we can find where is the Beacon!" he raised his arm and a man instantly flew from behind the boxes. "Keep your balance Powell." said Demagol.

"Ah? We…"

"No. We haven't met each other; your mind is just so weak that I can hear your thoughts from the other side of the planet. And yes, I'm a telepath, among many other things. Who doesn't believe me, that's your problem." Said Demagol. "Now give these guys the grenades and don't forget to tell about the Beacon… thank you very much, don't forget about the grenades."

Nihlus stood with open mouth as did Shepard and her team. Powell was shocked much more than them.

"Grenades, Powell." raised his voice Demagol.

"Yes-yes. I will return in a minute." Said the civilian.

"Now, in his head were rather interesting and funny things. Beacon was taken to the spaceport this morning; it must have been prepared for transportation. Powell survived, because he was sleeping among the boxes, during his shift, by the way. And grenades? Above all our little sloth is a smuggler he stole them from armory, and then sells them with his friends."

"Bastard!" said Ashley. "Soldiers of the garrison, could have used these grenades."

"I'm not so sure, they must have been given to soldiers only tomorrow."

Meanwhile Powell returned with grenades.

"Thank you, Powell. And one good advice, don't steal from the Alliance troops anymore, or they will hung you on your own entrails. Now get the fuck out of here."

"Powell ran like his life depended on it, and so it was.

"Not bad, but in Hierarchy he would have received the bullet in his head." commented Nihlus.

"We should have done the same." said Ashley.

"Calm down sergeant, there is still work to be done, and I need you with calm head."

"I will not let you down, skipper."

"Skipper?"

With all these non-caring talks, coming of Sovereign came unnoticed."

Sometime later.

Demagol looked at the squid-like ship and sensed, the calmness of the greatest Jedi and the darkness like the entire planet of the Dark Side entered the atmosphere of Eden Prime. This… creature… since it was at least half-organic, was the reason for disappearance of millions of species. They were blind to the Force, they do not understand what they have done. When you fuck with the Force… Sooner or later, it retaliates with extreme action.

Demagol understood why he was here. He didn't care what that think was or how many of them there were. He didn't give a flying fuck about the powers and sizes of his enemies. Force itself was with him, waiting to be unleashed.

"Okay guys, to the train. It will get us to the spaceport in mere minutes." said Shepard.

Correction, he wasn't the only one, who didn't give a flying fuck about the giant squid dreadnought.

"Commander with all due respect…" Ashley looked at the dreadnought, who was flying right above the railway. "But are you out of your mind?"

"I know that this is crazy." said Shepard. "But we need to get there."

Nihlus said something on turian language, which Demagol didn't understand.

"I know that we need a plan but…"

"All that we need." Interfered Demagol. "Is to make this thing understand that if it will not leave by himself, then he will leave with the help of others, piece by piece."

"And how can we do this?" sarcastically asked Ashley.

"You can't." said Demagol, sitting on the platform of the train cross-legged. "I will do it. Just trust me." He gathered the Force, feeling, how eagerly it answered his call, nearly wishin to be unleashed. He smiled under his helmet.

"Demagol…" heard he the voice of commander Shepard.

"Wait a minute."

Force boiled within, with unstoppable power begging for release. Demagol's smile grew larger. That large thing will have a lot of unpleasant memories after their confrontation.

"Demagol, faster!" screamed commander.

Even with his eyes closed sith sensed what happened, Sovereign raised one of his tentacles. Suddenly it started to glow with red light.

"DEMAGOL!" screamed everyone.

Young sith opened his eyes and raised his hands.

Fighting against the unseeing power, he moved his hands to the right.

Tentacle moved to the same way.

Sovereign shoot.

And missed.

Open field several kilometers away from their position was turned into filial of hell.

Palms turned into fists.

Raised tentacle gives a sound of deforming metal.

Once again fighting against unseeing force.

Sound becomes louder.

It was clear that squid-like dreadnought tried to get his tentacle from unseeing grip, but all his efforts were in vain.

Loud cracking sound.

Unnatural mechanical howl.

Sound of the metal ripped asunder.

Unseeing force ripped the tentacle from the main body of the ship.

Howl became louder.

Demagol sensed that the squid was scared and hurt, it amused him, however, the spaceport was getting closer and nasty machine was still on its place. Demagol decided to force him to get out of here faster, with Force he gripped all of the Sovereign's tentacles.

Squid reached the atmosphere instantly.

Demagol relaxed. He needed to meditate. After several seconds he rose to his feet. Of course he cannot do something as global, for at least several days. However, he will easily deal with the enemies of his size, of course if they weren't Force-users.

He turned to the others and caught their gazes filled with awe and fear.

"You know that there are still at least several dozens of enemy units in the spaceport?" asked he.

First to return to her senses was Shepard. She barked her orders and the others took their positions. Meanwhile she walked to Demagol.

"We will need to talk about this." said she.

"About this? Or about everything?" countered Demagol.

"About everything too. But about this first."

Shepard walked through the spaceport alongside her team, methodically killing the geth and trying to understand was it a dream or was it not.

Demagol.

His abilities were beyond the laws of physics, magic and schizophrenic insanity. She still cannot understand was it her imagination or was it all real, somewhere within her everything screamed that this simply cannot be, because it can't.

First of all, his abilities because it wasn't biotcs, and for this spoke not only the fact that he had no biotic aura, but also the fact that if the entire asari race, who are all biotics, will be gathered and given a task to move a battle cruiser… Well they will manage to do it with a lot of effort, but still they will. However, Demagol ripped the part of dreadnought, with said part being the size of a cruiser and judging by how fast the geth dreadnought flew away… NO! Shepard definitely will not let herself think about that. Because just imaging that Demagol can do something like that… Was frying her brains and scaring her even more than entire pirate fleet, from which she nearly single handily protected Elysium.

Now every time when she returned with her thoughts to the day when she became The Lioness of Elysium, what would have happened, if Demagol was there? Would have they even managed to reach the surface? Without a doubt, no. Their fleet was old and rusty and most of the ships were of civilian class. With Demagol on Elysium, they would become a large ball of scrapped metal in mere seconds, when they were still in atmosphere.

That was rather scary, at least now she had something to compare to.

Her thoughts were interfered by Kaiden, who grabbed her shoulder and pointed at one of the pillar of the bridge, which train passed now.

She saw a fucking nuclear bomb.

At least twenty megaton.

"Shit." Said Shepard. "How long?"

"Two minutes before the explosion, Commander, and there is more of them, at least five."

How fast can we deal with them?"

"Thirty seconds per one, Commander." said a pale lieutenant.

One will certainly explode.

Suddenly a small bolt of lightning struck the nuclear bomb. She turned the way, where it came from and already wasn't surprised by the sight of Demagol, whose arm was covered by lightning.

"One second per bomb." Said the strange man.

Shepard smiled, she liked this much more.

"Change of plans, Demagol, focus on disarming of the bombs, we will cover you."

"You will not manage to move as fast as I will." said Demagol, jumping in the air and disappearing.

"While he is dealing with the bombs, we are searching for the Beacon." Said Shepard.

"Shouldn't we help him?" asked Nihlus.

"If you can follow him Kryik, then who am I to stop you?' asked Shepard.

Turian spectre looked at the dark blur that was Demagol and followed commander with a sigh, no matter how hard he trained, or how fast he moved, Demagol was well… Demagol. Meanwhile whole squad started quick, yet also, careful movement to spaceport.

They met a lot of geth, but nearly all of them were sliced, ripped asunder, or had strange burnt marks, Demagol always left something for them to follow. However, there were still plenty to deal with, and most of the dead were near specific locations, without a doubt, Demagol dealt with those, who guarded the bombs, it was pleasant that someone like him wasn't arrogant and also could focus at the mission at hand.

On the landing zone their movement was stopped by heavy fire. Shepard raised her fist, which glowed with biotic power, and with Nihlus and Kaiden sent the Singularity in the way of geth and Ashley threw one of her grenades there.

"there is more of them, than needed." said Nihlus "They are protecting something."

"Yep." Said Shepard. "And I can bet, that this is the Beacon."

"Then we need to deal with them." said Williams, dealing with another couple of enemies.

Shepard smiled, she started to like this girl.

Suddenly from behind the large cisterns came the geth platforms, that can be described only by three words: the walking tanks.

"I… hate… my… life…" moaned Shepard.

She, along with others, instantly took cover when their position was covered by rain of bullets. Tanks slowly got closer, aiming at the position of the organics. Lightning bolt struck the first one, under the legs of the second phased the grey blur, next second his legs were cut off and the tank was turned into a small metal sphere, by unseeing Force.

Demagol placed his blade on the back pack and walked to the Shepard.

"Thank you." said she. "We wouldn't have managed to deal with them without you."

"My pleasure." answered Demagol.

"You dealt with all the bombs?" asked Shepard.

"Yes all seven."

"Seven?" disbelievingly asked Kaiden. "But scanners showed only five!"

"They must have been hidden pretty good." answered sith.

"You are once again saving our asses today, Dermagol." Said Ashley.

"I saved myself too." countered young sith.

Meanwhile Shepard got closer to the structure, that geth had guarded. "So this is a Beacon?" asked she looking at the glowing column. "Not really impressive."

"This is strange, commander." Said Ashley. "Before it wasn't glowing."

Meanwhile Demagol circled the Beacon and managed to find one tech that certainly wasn't prothean. After all, in time of protheans, salarians didn't create powerful explosives. Demagol smiled, another plan of rouge spectre was destroyed.

However… "Kaidan, stop!" Idiots still exist everywhere this universe. Captured by the field of the Beacon, lieutenant was slowly levitated to the Beacon, but Shepard slammed into him getting him away from the field, but she herself was captured.

Demagol ran to her rescue, but like the last cretin he was captured by the field too. Images of the past filled his mind.

"Avenge us. They will come. Do not trust the followers of machines. Be prepared."

Avenge us. Demagol scowled under his helmet. Whoever, but protheans were certainly worthy of the fate that fall upon them. Even before their deaths they ordered those, who they saw as 'lesser races'. Without a doubt they were like Vader and Sidius.

Too corrupted by their own power to see reason.

Meanwhile with moan, Shepard fell to her knees. Using the information from the Beacon, Demagol summoned the holo-menu and shut the Beacon off.

"Demagol are you alright?" asked Williams. "How did you manage to turn that thing off?"

"It put the manual in my head." answered Demagol. "As far as I can tell, the Beacon is transmittin knowledge through neural contact, or if you wish simpler version: it downloads the information in the brain of the user. Commander's brain wasn't prepared to something like this, unlike me, therefore the fainting. But don't worry. Several hours later Shepard shall arise… with the weeks' worth hangover, after her brain will process the information."

"Will she be alright?" asked Kaiden.

"With what did you listen? Didn't I mention the migraine? Other than that no.. Did You summon your ship?'

"Yes." Said Kaidan

Meanwhile Nihlus said something. In reaction Ashley scowled.

"Since when do turians order the soldiers of the Alliance around?"

"Easy there sergeant." said Kaiden. "Nihlus here is the spectre of the Citadel, he has the right to do so."

Too irritated by the fact that he was unable to understand the turian, Demagol got the knowledge of his language out of him. It was strange, but Nihlus didn't even flinch from the mental attack that happened unknown to him.

"If you have problems with me, sergeant Williams. I recommend you to be silent." said turian spectre. 'Right now we need to get the Beacon to safety."

"You should have done this the instant it was found." said Demagol.

"Right you are." Nodded Kryik, then in surprise raised his head. "Wait a minute did you just understand what I said?"

"Yes." nodded Demagol.

Nihlus looked at him for some time and pleaded. "Please, Demagol, don't cause any sort of trouble."

"I didn't plan to." Yet, added he in his thoughts. "What now?"

"We must wait for 'Normandy'." said Kaidan. "Let's hope that doctor Chackwas will manage to help Commander."

"Nobody will manage to help her now." disagreed the Demagol. "Her mind must proceed the information, she will either awaken or not. That's all."

"I think you know a lot about this." Said Ashley.

"As I told before, I can read thoughts, sergeant." replied Demagol.

"Yeas, Demagol, I remember, even if I don't believe in this."

"After all he did?" asked Kaidan. "After, how he nearly ripped the geth dreadnought asunder? Seriously, sergeant, after this, if he will claim to be a mage, I will not question."

"First of all: I'm not a mage, and my abilities have no common ground with magic." Said Demagol. 'Secondly: I seriously doubt that this squid like thing was geth dreadnought."

"I agree." said Nihlus. "It differs greatly from their design, and I seriously doubt that they changed something that properly worked for three hundred years."

Their lively conversation was stopped by the silent sound of working engines. Normandy. Stels-ship indeed.

And the appearance of the Normandy made Demagol sigh. In his galaxy even the smallest corvette was twice as big as Normandy. His own ship, Rouge's Shadow, was half the size of 'super-frigate' and was classified just as private yacht, looks like he will need to get used to small ships.

Followed by the group of soldiers, dark-skinned man in Alliance uniform left the ship, to Demagol he a bit reminded of Mace Windu, whose images he saw in destroyed temple on Coruscant.

Meanwhile Demagol took Jane bridal style and went in direction of the ship… and instantly felt enourmous surge of jealousy somewhere behind his back Looks like Alonko had already placed his eye on that woman. Under his helmet young sith smiled.

Sith rule number 66, troll everyone and everywhere, in every possible situation, without any second thought.

So Alenko awakened something really dangerous.

He stretched his hands, in Kaidan's direction, as if offering him to carry Commander himself. Kaiden instantly blushed.

"Cough… maybe you will carry her to the Normandy yourself?' asked he.

"In that case, don't be jealous so loud." answered Demagol, then he carefully, with his burden still in his hands, continued his path.

Even not turning his head, Demagol could say that Kaiden blushed so bright that he could be mistaken for a togruta. Nihlus didn't care, or at least he controlled his emotions enough, to hide them from a sith. Reaction of lieutenant raised Ashley's mood, but soon Demagol could sense the rising wave of jealousy, however it was directed on the woman in his arms and not on him. Looks like Miss Williams started to develop certain feelings for him.

Demagol cursed under his breath on several different languages. Sometimes he hated to be a Force sensitive.

Commanding officer, as Demagol concluded it was captain Anderson, whose name glimpsed in Kaiden's head from time to time.

"Who are you?" asked captain. "And what happened to Shepard?" Meanwhile a team of medics under command of doctor Chackwas took her from Demagol.

"Neural contact with prothean Beacon." answered Demagol. "Her brain must process the information."

"Is it dangerous?" asked captain with worry looking how team of medics carried Shepard into insides of the ship.

"As far as I can tell, no." answered Demagol. "She will awaken after several hours."

Anderson sighed in relief, and turned to the other members of the group.

"Sir!" instantly saluted Alenko.

"At ease, lieutenant. Report." Said Anderson.

"Sir our mission was successful." said Alenko. "Beacon was returned from the possession of hostile forces. During the mission we suffered causalities. Corporal Jenkins has died during the mission. Commander Shepard suffered from unknown influence of prothean tech."

Demagol scoffed, he himself, several moments ago told about the source of this 'influence'.

"You friend over there knows precisely, from what kind of influence she suffered." Said Anderson, pointing at Demagol. "Who is he, by the way?"

"Demagol is my name." said he parodying the well-known, in certain circles, green dwarf. "And violence is my game. Myself can I answer; all the questions you have."

"Strange name you have, son." said Anderson. "Who are you?"

"Aside from my name?" man in mandalorian armor raised his arm to his chin. "Hmm, I'm a mercenary, a doctor, a sith, an assassin, an executioner, a gun for hire, above all, I'm also the one, who brings people to justice." answered he. "Also I'm somebody, with whom you don't want to be enemies."

Anderson looked at him strangely.

"I know this sounds weird, but you should had seen him in action, sir." said Kaiden. "We really shouldn't anger the guy."

"Saren learnt this the hard way." concurred Nihlus. "Please don't make his mistake."

"Saren?" asked Anderson in surprise. "Why do tell me about sick bastard."

Sir, Saren works with the geth." said Nihlus. "Possibly, he is the one, behind this attack."

Face of the captain remained calm, but Demagol sensed the rage and hatred in his soul, so great, that even Vader and the Emperor together will have a run for their money. Truly the souls of others are like ancient dark forest.

With great amount of willpower, he managed to calm himself. "let's go to the ship, we can discuss everything there." said Anderson and looked at Ashley. "You too sergeant."

"Me?" asked Ashley.

"You can see there some other sergeants?" asked Anderson, raising his brow in question. "What's your name?"

'Sir, sergeant Asheley… Ashley Williams, Sir. 212th company." Answered she.

"Where are other members of your unit?'

'I'm the only one, who stayed alive." said she, with pain in the voice.

"Don't blame yourself." said Anderson. He went to the woman and gave her his hand. "Welcome aboard, sergeant."

"Sir… thank you, I promise, you will not be disappointed." a bit uncertain, but still happily answered Ashley.

"I have a question." said Demagol. "We will just leave the Beacon here, or what?"

"Don't worry son, I will order my men to put it aboard."

"This is not needed." said Demagol, raising his arm.

Prothean beacon slowly flew in the air.

Carefully, Demagol moved the beacon in the way of the opened hangar of the 'Normandy' and under the surprised eyes of four men from the 'Normandy's' crew he placed it there.

Something like this was too much, even for Anderson's poker face, so even a bit opened mouth and widened eyes were really worthy reaction.

"Son, I don't know, how you managed to did this. But it was damn impressive." said Anderson.

Demagol noted that the old soldier had really impressive self-control. He met only one man, briefly but still, with the same amount of self-control, Clone-Commander Rex. On the other side rising the Beacon with telekinesis isn't as impressive as ripping the dreadnought asunder.

""Believe me, sir." Said Kaidan "You haven't seen anything."

"You too lieutenant." instantly trolled him Demagol. He didn't know why, but trolling and pranking this guy was fucking hilarious.

Kaiden just gulped in fear, just like Ashley and Nihlus, Anderson on the other side was really interested in something that managed to install fear in such seasoned fighters as them. Demagol knew that the battle was coming, and without a doubt that he will show Anderson what kind of destruction he can do.

Sometime later in the cantina several people sat and relaxed after the mission.

"So, let's start, what the heck, happened there." asked Anderson, while looking at those, who were on the planet.

"Sir, I didn't even know from what I must start." said Alenko.

"From the beginning, lieutenant."

"All right sir. Well, we landed and commander ordered us to scatter, so in case of sudden contact with enemy's forces we weren't killed by the first attack. Then we went to the archeological sight. When we got closer to the forest, we were ambushed."

That's when Jenkins died." asked Anderson.

"Yes, sir." said Alenko. "Richard didn't manage to hide in time… fuck I'm not sure there was someone, who managed…" Alenko was a bit lying he knew such a man. "Those drones appeared so suddenly and focused all their fire right on him… Four drones with machine guns don't need much time to deal with kinetic shields, I'm not even talking about armor."

«Detail you will cover in your report." said Anderson. "What happened next?"

"Then we continued our movement. On the way, we met a lot of these drones, but we managed to deal with them without any kind of trouble. Then we met sergeant Williams, who told us, that we are dealing with geth. Then right on the place of destination something happened." said Alenko.

"What precisely happened, lieutenant?" asked captain.

"I don't know. It was some sort of electro-magnetic explosion." said Alenko.

"It happened in the time of my arrival." added Demagol.

"Arrival?" asked Anderson.

"We will return to it later."

"Okay, lieutenant, please, continue."

"Well I, Commander and sergeant went to the archeological sight, there we found several deactivated geth platforms, it looked like electro-magnetic explosion, destroyed their electronics. Later we have found that the Beacon wasn't there, but we had found something else."

"Or rather… someone." said Ahley and looked at Demagol.

"How I got there is a topic of another conversation. And I want commander Shepard being on it. I hate giving the same tale several times." said Demagol.

"Okay." Once again agreed Anderson. "What happened next."

"Later we had found that Demagol cannot speak on any kind of human language and his own language cannot be translated."

"As I can see this problem was somehow solved."

"Yes, but if I will tell you, how, you will think that I'm crazy."

"I can read the thoughts of people." said Demagol.

"What?" asked captain, turning his head to the Demagol.

"I can read the minds of other people." calmly stated Demagol. "That's how I learnt your language, and his too." ended he nodding at Nihlus.

To be honest Anderson didn't believe this load of bul…

"Careful, captain." said Demagol. "I can hear you. But let us test your theory. Pick a number."

Anderson blinked several times large drops of sweet slowly slid on his skin. He had this strange powers, that helped him to move the relic to the hangar of the Normandy. And now…

"Okay." Said Anderson and picked the number.

"11994" said Demagol.

Anderson became pale.

"39087645" answered Demagol, whose smile grew wider under his helmet.

Anderson tried to…

"Not thinking isn't fair."

Then…

"This will not work also…"

It was official, he dealt with the telepath.

"Okay, son you got me. I cannot believe in this… but facts are facts."

Later Anderson didn't doubt in any kind of episode of Kaiden's tale which somehow had Demagol in it. And not only because he managed to persuade him in his abilities. The reason was in others, they, including Nihlus all told him that this is the thruth. So he didn't ask Demagol how he managed to deal with nearly a hundred of geth all alone, or how he nearly ripped the geth dreadnought asunder or why he didn't lose consciousness when he got in contact with the Beacon.

There was also another reason: he had already promised them to tell everything.

All they needed is wait until Shepard will awake.