:O Shock! Horror! I have updated in possibly the shortest amount of time possible! :D
Long weekend, so I thought, 'Hey! Why not give the guys who are so great and read and review this story a little treat, and update sooner for a good old chapter on the bad guy side!' This part is strictly full of bad guyness! Yes, the good guys are mentioned, but this is about the bad guys today! :D Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 15. Blinding rage.

'Curse the damn Jedi to the damned seven Tatooine hells!'

Suffice to say, Vizsla was not, in the slightest bit, amused. Enraged nor seething wouldn't have covered half of the anger and frustration he was feeling right now.

The plans! The plans for what he was planning had been stolen! Not only that, but his prisoners had escaped from their cells! He had been informed later that his best men were dead! Slaughtered! Hacked to pieces or pulverized to a bloody mess! But the plans…

Those plans were of vital importance, should he wish to succeed in his plan!

"ARGH!" He bellowed with a voice powerful enough to make the hairs on the backs of men's necks stand, and for flocks of people to cower in fear of him, as he lifted the wooden table before him in one heap, the old wood smashing thunderously off the ground, papers flocking away, drifting violently through the air before slowly floating down, descending towards the ground.

A blinding rage was what suited Vizsla's anger right now. He felt as if he had no morality or conscious present as a red hot inferno that was his rage engulfed him. Someone just had to pay for their failure in rendering the Jedi. They just simply had to.

"Thorn," he snarled, his eyes boring straight into his captain's through his blue and silver painted helmet. He swore he saw is captain's eyes bulge in a quick flash of fear; he tried not to smirk. "Bring me Ra's… now."

"Yes, sir!"

Thorn didn't waste time to hesitate for one moment, before he spun swiftly on his heel and hurried out of the throne room. He returned a few short seconds later with a exhausted man in his firm grasp.

The exhausted man was Ra's.

He looked battered. His posture was limp, his upper body leaning over, dark head hung limp, and his knees bent as if trying to keep his whole body from buckling under the mass. His jet black hair was matted with perspiration, causing wild curls to appear from most proportions. His tanned skin, revealed almost completely bare - with the exception of black pants that adorned his waist and legs - was slicked also with sweat, his toned upper body badly bruised and beaten, the tan mixing revoltingly with shades of purple and grey. A few jagged points stuck out of his sides, indicating broken or cracked ribs.

Finally his face was almost pulverized that it would have been nearly impossible to identify him, had it not been for his Tahitian eyes that sparkled his silenced pain.

From all of the injuries he had received, it was quite easy to identify that this man had been attacked by Garen's unrelenting assault.

A Jedi wouldn't hurt someone like him at this magnitude… not with a lightsaber.

It was easy to distinguish who had been targeted by who, considering that those who had been attacked by the Jedi either had plunging holes through them or sliced limbs.

He turned his head and settled his steely eyes upon Ra's battered form. His time alone with the failed lieutenant would have him begging on his knees for mercy.

Unfortunately for him, Vizsla didn't offer much mercy for his failures. The last failure he had been in the presence of paid with his life.

"Bring him here…" He growled, letting his words hang in the air around Ra's, who flinched involuntarily.

Thorn huffed as his grasp on the man's shoulder tightened, and he shoved him forwards, causing Ra's to grunt from the sharp pain that erupted across his body from the sudden motion.

He stumbled on his feet clumsily towards Vizsla who awaited him, his cold eyes calculating, deciding what he was going to do with this man.

"Leave us, Thorn," Vizsla commanded quietly, turning his gaze from the two men towards a table on the far end of the throne room.

"Yes, sir!" Thorn repeated his earlier words in the same, loud tone of an obedient soldier, before he turned and stalked out of the room, leaving the Death Watch leader and lieutenant alone.

An uncomfortable and eerie silence hung in the air between the two Death Watch members, and Vizsla had still set his eyes upon the table afar. Something of keen interest to him was laying there.

Abruptly, Vizsla spun back around to face the swaying Lieutenant.

Force, the man could barely stand. He wasn't going to be able to stand once he was through with the weakling. The least he could do was allow him to be relieved of the heavy weight of his body that suspended him upright.

"Kneel," He ordered, his command short and tone hushed. His deadly tone.

Ra's swallowed a sudden lump that had formed in his throat. That deadly tone meant that this private encounter with him could end badly.

The fearful lieutenant obeyed, and awkwardly attempted to kneel, his unsteady legs shifting, causing him to lose his balance.

Suddenly, a cold hand clutched his shoulder.

Ra's ground his teeth together and hissed in pain as the cold fingers slowly clawed their way into his flesh. He could feel the fingers pressing through muscle towards bone, pushing the nerves over their limits.

"On your knees!" Vizsla barked at him, spits of saliva spouting forth from his mouth and landing on the younger man's face.

Ra's - from the moment Vizsla forced him down the rest of the way - felt the pain rake through his entire being as his legs gave way completely. Vizsla seemed to loosen his unrelenting grip and eased Ra's of the pain that was raging through his every nerve like fire. He sighed in relief, only to be rewarded with another wave of sharp pain as he took a right hook to the side of his jaw, knocking out some lower teeth and causing him to cough up blood.

"Do you think I tolerate failure?" Vizsla snarled at him, his expression repulsive. He proceeded with a jab to Ra's solar plexus, winding him, the pain intensified a thousand times worse as his aching ribs stung like a thousand knives plunging into him all at once.

As a result of the short assault, he coughed up more blood, the crimson liquid spurted from his mouth and landed on the floor, some reaching far enough to touch Vizsla's face.

Ra's couldn't breathe. Well, he could, but not without the consequence of barely getting any air into his lungs from having his solar plexus winded and his already antagonized ribs being attacked.

"Well, Ra's, the truth is that I actually don't care whom I hurt. No one would care if I killed you right now. No one cares who I hurt, unless its about the former duchess, then in which case Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is concerned. Tell me, Ra's. Where are they?"

Ra's' mind had gone blank. It was as if someone had written the instructions on a board, and then immediately wiped them off.

"Well?" Vizsla pressed tauntingly, a smirk covering his animalistic face. He knew he wouldn't revieve an answer, for the man before him honestly had no idea.

Ra's still didn't reply. He was too breathless to speak word for word. The only visible sound was of his harsh, wheezy breathing.

Pant.

Pant.

Pant.

"I'm not a very patient man, Ra's," Vizsla warned, his tone taking a dark like to it. "So, I'll ask you again: Do. You. Know. Where. They. Are?" His upper body had bent towards Ra's the whole time he spoke. Now his face was inches from his.

Ra's could feel his warm breath on his face, and it made a shiver erupt down his spine.

"I-I don't know, sir…"

"You don't know?" Vizsla replied in mock surprise. He leaned back to stand at his full, daunting height and crossed his arm over his chest, the other going to stroke his chin in contemplation. "Well that is a problem. And how is it that my lieutenant was found unconscious among the many bodies of my best troops that we are disposing of right now!" His voice had risen as he progressed. His anger right now could not possibly be matched by another being.

"It- it was all a blur, sir!" Ra's spluttered, quickly gasping for air, gulping the intakes as he tried to fill his lungs with the food they so desperately craved. "We were there, guarding the area around the cell. Our forces were that of an impenetrable wall! But- they were too fast."

"Who was too fast?" Vizsla asked, intrigued.

"Sky-Skywalker!" He blurted out before sucking back some more air.

Vizsla's eyes expanded to the size of saucers. Skywalker. Of course! Vizsla's eyes darkened in rage. He stared at Ra's, who was panting breathlessly for a long moment. He then decided to walk over the table that stood at the far end of the throne room. Something awaited him there.

Ra's watched through his Tahitian iris's, curiosity poking at the edges of his mind, only for horror to replace them as he saw a familiar weapon in his superiors hand:

The dark saber Vizsla so often carried around with him was in his grasp… and he was bringing it towards him.

Ra's' eyes widened, panic and fear taking over as he watched Vizsla gently run his thumb along the elegant black hilt, flinching every time his thumb passed the activation on it.

"You failed me, my young lieutenant," Vizsla said, his eyes resting upon his weapon, quickly flashing to meet his before retreating to their earlier sight. "I do not accept failures."

"Please!" Ra's begged. He didn't realise his body had instinctively reacted and leaned forward in a begging gesture. "I beg you! Let me recover! I'm strong! I'll find them, sir! I'll do anything-" He was silenced by a smack that felt like a wrecking ball at his face.

"Shut up!" Vizsa howled, his facial expression picturing disgrace. "You are pathetic and weak! I am disgraced to have someone like you in this clan. You disgrace Death Watch and yourself! You are worthless, do you understand? It makes me sick having you here! I can't stand your stench. Your looks! You have no strength whatsoever!"

Ra's stared at him, eyes brimming with tears.

"Now I must end you…" Vizsla continued quietly.

"What?" Ra's said, flabbergasted.

His steely eyes flickered to his face for a second, and Ra's had hoped he saw something there. A spark. Had he been given another chance? Was Vizsla fooling him into believing he was weak so that he would be even more determined to prove his true strength?

There was a new renewed sense of hope within him.

"Failure,"

Ra's only saw the quick slash of a black, humming blade surge towards his throat.

He fell to the floor un-moving, the glint of hope in his eyes slowly fading away.

Vizsla gazed at the body, watching as the blood that had spurted from his throat spread slowly out across the white floor he stood on. He looked at the huge gash that had already sealed its self from the burning blade at the throat of what was once Ra's.

"Thorn!" He barked.

Instantly, Thorn, clad in blue and silver armour though with a grey cloak shrouding his right shoulder charged in, giving a quick bow once in his leaders presence. "Yes, Sir?"

He noted the questionability in his captains tone as he turned to face him. "Dispose of that," he ordered, nodding his head towards Ra's corpse. "I don't care what you do with him. Dump him in the river, leave him in a cell to rot away for the rats to feast upon, immolate him, throw him onto the streets for all I care; just get rid of this failure… this… disgrace!"

"Yes, sir!"

Thorn approached Ra's body and hauled him up over his shoulder. He turned on his heel, his armoured boot skidding across the floor as he marched towards the doors.

"And, Thorn!"

Thorn turned towards Vizsla, a questioning look in his eye.

"Find where those blasted Jedi escaped from and eradicate them!"

"They are in the tunnels sir," Thorn's deep voice called out, deepened to a more deadly tone through his helmet. "Skywalker, his padawan and a citizen has both the former duchess and Master Kenobi with them."

Vizsla's face contorted into a ready snarl.

"I want them all dead," He hissed, his steely eyes reflecting total outrage. "Find they're location in the tunnels. Bury them."

"It shall become their tomb, sir,"

Vizsla gave his captain an evil smile, his lips curled up at the corners, making his wolfish face look sadistic.

"Good,"

They needed those plans in order to complete their dream. Without them, they could not possibly pull off what they intend.

Once those pests were terminated, he would retrieve their plans and execute the next phase of their plan.

Ohhhhh, no! What do those plans contain? Find out soon! We're back to the good guys next! :D

Btw, Ra's - in case anyone was wondering, 'How the heck do I say that?' whilst they were reading; its prounouced as if you were saying, "Rarz," something along those lines. :P Read and review please fella's! :D