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Sylvia pulled out a holoscreen and a picture of one of the rooms showed up. Inside were twenty Junel surrounding a large group of Twi'lek's, all of which were bound and gagged in a big circle.

Sadie stared in horror. Men, women, children, none were spared.

"Let's see how much he REALLY cares. He goes for you, they die. He goes for them, you die."

As she watched the screen, the Junel were very suddenly overwhelmed by a large group of blaster fire, and the familiar armor of the 603rd showed up on screen.

Sadie smirked and said "Looks like your big plan failed", feeling suddenly free from the grip that Sylvia had on her. Maybe Sylvia was wrong. Hope fluttered in her chest. But with every flutter, the words of Sylvia scraped against her, preventing the hope from truly taking flight.

Sylvia smiled and placed her hand on Sadie's chest before sending electricity coursing through her body. Sadie screamed in agony.

The door slammed open, and Sylvia stopped the electricity and turned to see Darin walking in.

"E-1579! E-1579!" Sadie screamed before Sylvia sent electricity coursing through her, overloading every nerve in her body.

"Welcome, Darin! So glad you could join us!" she said before stepping away from the limp body. "Well, me. Glad you could join me. You like my decorations?" She waved her hand at the two halves of Fral Joren and the steaming form of Sadie Wren. "I'm sure you'll understand. They were the bait, and bait is expendable. Once you arrived, I had no need for them."

Sylvia noticed something shift in his demeanor ever so slightly as he ignited both of his sabers and walked towards her.

"What's the matter? You're not gonna say anything? No witty responses? No one-liners?"

She ignited her blade and Sadie's blade, a gold and black hilt with a blade that glowed a dark, navy blue. She whirled the dark blue blade around.

"Beautiful. Shame it was wasted on such a worthless rat."

She grinned as she felt his rage grow even stronger, knowing that she could feed off of it, absorb it, and manipulate it. He was getting closer now, and she could see that his face was struggling to remain in that emotionless facade the Jedi prided themselves on. Even though the anger boiled inside of him at a level she had never seen before, he didn't show it. Well, almost. His eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth was tightly sealed, and behind the eyes she could see a malicious fury.

"You know, our informants in the Order told me all about you. That you're weak. That you're a disgrace to the Order. That you form attachments rather easily."

She backed up a few steps, in hopes to keep more space between the bubbling volcano approaching her and herself. She wanted to talk more, to mess with him on a psychological level. Unbalance him.

"Since you form attachments easily, you were rather easy to bait. I just had to find somebody worth using."

He walked towards her, his gait as even as it was when he arrived. He was struggling to control himself, she could feel it.

"After that business on Noreno, I thought your master would make fine bait. Until I learned about her. Your padawan. The person you care so much about."

He tensed slightly, but continued moving forwards.

"Yes, your padawan. Your only friend in the entire Order. Someone you care for more than anything."

He stopped moving towards her. Sylvia smiled wickedly. She'd gotten through to him.

"You think that I can't see that you care more for her than as just a padawan? I can see that. So when she was transferred to your master and became his padawan, it was like a miracle. The Force gave us the perfect opportunity. And to make things better, you had just lost her. You're freshly unstable. We knew that you'd come after them. You'd come after the only two people that ever cared about you."

She noticed the lightsaber shift down slightly, and smiled, knowing that she was really getting to him now. She moved towards him slowly, feeling that the advantage was now safely on her side.

"I cut your only father figure in two, and I cooked your girlfriend. Who's left?" she taunted. She reached out with the Force to attack his psyche, but couldn't break through his defenses.

That's alright. She could take him with the sabers. No problem. He would be feeding power to her anyways.

"You mute? Deaf? Or stupid? Answer me!" she yelled as she swung the two blades at him from multiple directions to open up her attack sequence. To her surprise, he matched her speed and power with his blades, barely even needing to move. Then he sent a quick counter attack with the light blue blade that threw her off, forcing her to abandon the sequence entirely as it was based on momentum, which he had just eliminated. He didn't press forwards though. He could have gone on the offensive, but instead stayed his blade and allowed her to come at him again. Fine, she thought. If he won't attack, that means that she immediately had the advantage. She attacked again, sending the blades at him from every angle, trying every maneuver, and even trying to use the Force to open up holes in his defenses. He blocked everything.

She tried to drain some of his anger to fuel her. That was her first mistake. As soon as she felt it she recoiled. It was horrid, raw, and downright terrifying. It wasn't like any anger she had ever dealt with. This was like crude oil, and she was used to refined gasoline.

She couldn't drain it. Not without it taking a toll on her. She felt the first little bits of fear start to appear.

She went into another attack combination, and noticed a small opening appear in his previously impeccable defenses. As she lunged for the opening in a killing strike, the black blade quickly swung upwards, slicing her wrist with the red saber clean off. She cried in agony, realizing that he had created the opening to lure her, and tried to keep up with the blue blade, but his sudden whirlwind counterattack overwhelmed her and he sliced the other wrist off as well. She fell on her knees, the blue and black blades against her neck, and closed her eyes, accepting death. But the death she anticipated didn't come. Instead, she heard the unmistakable sound of sabers being withdrawn. She opened her eyes to see what had happened when a fist smashed into the side of her face like a charging Tauntaun. She blinked, head feeling foggy, and looked up at the figure standing over her as he reared back and punched her again in the face. This time, he didn't pause. The punches came faster and faster, and any time she went unconscious, he would bring her right back so that she could experience the full pain he was inflicting on her. She felt blood pour down her face, her nose break, her jaw snap, and her teeth go flying. Her right eye wouldn't open anymore. But it didn't stop. It would never stop.

-Tag-

Having heard nothing from Darin, I left the boys at the main hall and went out in search for him. If I needed to, I'd call them in. As I searched through the empty hallways, I could see death everywhere I looked. Jedi, Twi'lek, everybody. Whatever this monster was, I was starting to doubt that the good General could actually handle it. I followed the trail of death until I came across a scene that made my stomach churn. The doors were thrown open. Hung up on the walls were Master Joren, who was sliced in half, and Commander Wren, whose skin was steaming as if she'd been cooked from the inside. In the corner of the room was a glowing fire, and in front of the fire was the General, repeatedly punching something.

"General?"

He ignored me and continued punching the thing.

"General."

Nothing. It was as if I wasn't even there. I walked in closer to see what he was punching to find… something. Whatever it was, it was way past recognition. The face, and I say face hesitantly, didn't look like a face at all. It was a bloody mass of destroyed tissues and cracked bones. He had quite literally beaten this person into a pulp.

"Stop it! It's dead!" I commanded him. He turned quickly to me, and I saw that his usually dark brown eyes seemed to glow an orange-yellow in the fire. His hands were completely covered in red blood, and his robes were as well. In fact, the floor all around them was covered in blood. The look on his face, the way he seemed to stand there, saying nothing, just staring deep into me, made me fear for my life. Clearly, he had won the fight, but at what cost. He looked like he lost his sanity, like he was reduced to a crazed animal. He stepped away from the body and towards me, like a serial killer stalking his next victim, and I pulled my blaster out and pointed it at him.

"Don't do it," I commanded him. He waved his hand and threw me across the room as if I was nothing but a doll and continued forward to Sadie's body. He cut the restraints holding her up and gently lifted her in his arms. I watched him carry the body out the door, and was about to follow when I noticed two lightsabers on the ground, connected to dismembered hands. One was Sadie's. I decided to grab them both, thinking that they could come in handy later, and followed the General.