Okay I'm back, long wait though and I'm sorry for that :-). Thank you for the reviews, going to do my best at shortening paragraphs, and such. Please keep reviewing and enjoy the chapter.
Darth Severous was growing impatient. He had been cramped up in between trees and a boulder for the better part of five hours. His Master had left hours ago, headed for the camp on the far side, while he was left as a lookout. Sighing in frustration, Severous shifted his position again. How long was his master going to be, he couldn't sit still and do nothing for ever.
Bane laughed viciously as another clone trooper fell at his feet. He had chosen the last encampment, furthest from the Republic head base. Bringing his lightsaber in a wide backward arch, he beheaded three more troopers. He was almost done here, a few more pathetic clones and he would be done.
Spinning backwards, Bane twirled his lightsaber and flicked his wrist backwards, deflecting the oncoming fire back at his opponents. Smirking at the ease of his victory, Bane summoned the dark side and propelled a force wave at the remaining squadron. He stretched out with the force and laughed when he found no other presence nearby. "All too easy." Once again drawing on the force, Bane sent a mental messege to his apprentice.
Severous smirked when his Master nudged his mind. / Yes Master./
/ The plan has begun my apprentice. The first base has been destroyed, the Republic does not know yet. I doubt they would, a messege never left the camp. Move forward with your part, the time to strike is now. I will continue on towards my next target. Remember, the darkside will guide you./ And just like that the mental messege ended.
Severous sighed once more, draped himself in darkness and sped off in the direction of the camp.
Meanwhile
Anakin Skywalker sunk into a light meditative trance. He sought for any sign of a disturbance in the force. Sifting around the coils of emotions, Anakin pushed aside the fears of the clones and the uneasiness of his padawan. Focusing intently on the dark blotches that scattered the force, he tried to decipher their meanings. He reached for a black spot in the middle, and instantly recoiled.
His mind had been shoved viciously out of the force and back into awareness. Shaking his head from the sudden awareness, Anakin got unsteadily to his feet. "Master, are you okay?" Ahsoka had felt the disturbance from her Master and rushed into their tent. "I'm fine, just prodded the force where I'm not welcome. The Sith are close, I don't know how close though." Anakin seemed to ponder about something before turning for the door.
"Captain Rex, any word from Delta squad?" Rex saluted his general and turned back to the map projection. "No sir, nothing yet. Although we should've received word by now, I'll send out a team to check on them, sir. We have a secure perimeter, all the bases are up and functioning fully. We do regular sweeps, sir, and haven't picked up any unusual life forms. Only the natives. There haven't been any transports in or out of the area, it's safe to say the Seppies aren't here yet."
Nodding in response, Anakin drew his eyes across the landscape. Sighing softly, Anakin turned to Rex. "Good Rex, but don't assume we're safe just yet. Oh, and send out a two man team to check out the co-ordinates, we need to know if there is something wrong. Help them out if they need it." Rex nodded and sent Mecha and Terra to search for Delta squad.
Mark came out of his tent at Alpha base. He had left Anakin and Ahsok at head base to secure what was thought a tactical position. Stretching his arms behind his back, Mark yawned. He had slipped into a light sleep and only woke an hour later.
Stepping outside, he sensed a slight disturbance. Instantly alert, Mark's hand instinctively reached for the lightsaber at his side. "Commander Skye, do a perimeter sweep some unwelcome guests." Skye saluted and ran to the ground scanner. Mark called on the force and did a sweep. Upon finding nothing but a slight tremor, Mark held his lightsaber in his hand, but kept it off. Making sure no one was watching them, Mark jogged off to join Commander Skye.
Severous watched the Jedi reach for his lightsaber, and felt the force sweep try and pick up his presence. Cloaking himself in the darkside, Severous only allowed the feeling of dread show itself to the Jedi. Smiling at the Jedi's aknowledgement of the tremor, Severous watched the Jedi turn around and head back to the clones.
Severous pulled his cloak around him and made sure the hood covered the top half of his face. Unsheathing his lightsaber from his belt, Severous called on the darkside once more to give him the power to win the battle, swiftly.
Sprinting silently from behind the foilage of the trees, Severous stopped right behind a squad of unsuspecting clone troopers. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the troopers were blissfully unaware of what would happen. However, the only clue to their demise was the thrum of an activated lightsaber before their bodies dropped lifelessly to the ground, their heads rolling away from them.
Letting his smile play out, Severous new the fight would begin now. The other troopers had been alerted by the humming lightsaber, and were now leveling their blasters at the sith lord. "Blast him!" Then all hell broke loose.
Mark heard the distinctive sound of a lightsaber before the deaths of three in the force. Spinnin on his heel, Mark found himself staring at a figure clad in black, weilding a blood red saber. Three clones lay headless at it's feet.
"Who are you Sith?" Mark spat the words out, his lightsaber humming blue and pointed straight at the Sith. Severous chuckled, raised his own lightsaber. "Just what you called me, a Sith. But you wouldn't know what to call true power would you Jedi." Mark stared hard at the sith, that voice sounded familiar. "What do you you want Sith?" Again Severous smiled. "You to die, what else." Mark didn't take a chance, ordering his troops to fire at the Sith.
Severous slipped into Soreseru and effortlessly deflected the hundreds of bolts coming at him. Aiming the bolts back at the troopers, the squadron started thinning. Mark decided enough was enough, and charged at the Sith.
Severous force pushed the clones backwards and deflected the stray shots back. Smirking, Severous raised his lightsaber once more in his Soreseru stance, and intercepted Marks blade head on. The remaining clones stayed back, ready to spring in when needed.
The lightsabers hissed as their wielders pushed them against each other. Mark broke the lock and jumped backwards, bringing his saber up just in time to meet Severous' strike. Pulling his lightsaber left, Mark tried twisting his body around, his lightsaber then twirling over his head and down.
Severous mentally laughed. Then spoke aloud. "Is this the best your pathetic order can produce, how disappointing." Severous blocked Marks downward strike and twirled his lightsaber in his hand before thrusting his own lightsaber at Mark. "The Jedi are not pathetic Sith! You are, you can not win with the darkside as your ally." Blocking once more, Mark tried to twist away from the vicious strike aimed at his side.
Narrowly avoiding being cut in half, Mark went on the defensive. Severous seeing his opponents change, took full advantage. No form could out match Soreseru when it came to defence, he knew every defensive weakspot. Calling on a little of the darkside, Severous increased the furiousness of his attacks.
Swinging his lightsaber in an arch around his body, Severous feigned to the left and struck out right. Mark couldn't bring his lightsaber up in time and so twisted away. However, not in time, the lightsaber dragged across his back and only stopped when Severous withdrew his blade.
Mark sucked in a breath as he fell onto his knee. Trying to maintain a hold on his lightsaber, Mark fumbled it in his hands. Severous laughed at the weakness in front of him. Raisng his lightsaber , Severous brought his blade down with ferocious force. At the last moment Marks blade came up and blocked the blow.
Angry at the futile attempt to stay alive, Severous lifted his blade and struck again and again, his fury growing with each blow. When it seemed Mark would be able to stave off another blow, his lightsaber sputtered and died, the crystal within unable to with stand the vicious attack.
Severous' mind was bent on destruction, the inability to end the fight swiftly had angered him. Raising his saber once more Severous prepared to end the Jedi's life. He found himself spinning head over heels as his body flew through the air from the sudden force push.
The clones had sprung into action then, coming out of their trance like state over the duel. Leveling their blasters once more at the Sith. A hailstrom of blaster bolts flew straight at the Sith. The bolts kicking up dirt with their impacts. Dust swirled through the air, obscuring the site of the downed Sith.
"Hold your fire." Mark tried rising to his feet, but staggered and fell. The clones slowly lowered their weapons and waited for another order. Their wait was interupted by a sudden buzzing sound coming from the dust cloud. Mark and the clones peered closer, not daring to move any closer to the angry sound. They did not need to.
A blood red saber appeared through the hazy air, and a figure seemed to materialize after. Severous stalked forward, lightsaber held in his right hand. His anger had fled, leaving behind instead a bloodthirsty Sith lord seeking revenge. Before Mark could order the clones to fire, the force fell silent, then surged a warning at him.
The clones and himself found themselves gasping for air as their throats constricted painfully. Feeling their feet lift dangerously off the ground, Mark tried desperately to ward off the force choke. Nearly blacking out from the lack of oxygen, Mark watched how the Sith stepped forward, his hands still at his side.
Severous didn't bother lifting his hands to direct the force, he would kill them all anyway. Walking up to the Jedi, Severous released his grip, and watched the Jedi crumple at his feet.
Still having the clones at his mercy, Severous shifted the force around him and the clones. Sickening cracks echoed through the silent air, and the deaths of the clones plague the force. Mark gasped as the deaths hit him through the force, Severous just laughed at the lives he ended. "Pitiful beings, such a waste of my time."
Mark looked up from his position on the ground, and stared horrified at the face smirking down at him. "It...it...it can't be...be. You died, Anakin said so, you can't..." Severous' smile dropped and he pinned Mark down with the force. "Don't mention that name you filth! I'm not dead, nor was I ever." Almost crushing Mark with the ferocity of his force pin, Mark squirmed. "But why, why would you turn. Why Obi wan?"
Severous looked taken aback. "I'm not Obi wan you fool, I'm a Sith lord. Not some weakling you might've known. You Jedi will pay for what you have done, and I'll make sure it's in your blood." Mark stared at Obi wan, how could this be, he needed to tell Anakin.
Severous looked up at the sound of an oncoming patrol, he should've realised the squad would do a patrol. Momentarily distracted, Severous released his grip on Mark. Taking advantage of it, Mark rolled away and called into his comlink. "Anakin, we're in trouble.
The Sith is here, its Obi wan."
Another chapter. Done and dusted. Forgive errors please. A lot longer than I planned and tried breaking it down into smaller paragraphs. Anyway I hope it pleases and please leave a review on the way out.
