Kenshin didn't draw his saber. Instead he stared intently at the Sith. For the first time he wondered why anyone would want to be a Sith.

Maybe he could get some answers out of this man...?

Chikami was not about to just let Vonta go. He didn't know what was happening, but he was going to finish what was started a long time ago. Infusing his muscles with the force Chikami increased his strength many times over.

With speed like lightning Chikami slammed his dagger into Vonta's back, except she wasn't there. His dagger came to stop a few inches in front of Lupercus's face. Chikami could hear Vonta's 'death cry' ringing throughout the gungan city, but what had killed her? Chikami pulls his dagger back and wipes the blood off on a nearby fallen gungan. Placign the dagger back in its sheath Chikami looks over to Lupercus.

With a questioning look and pointing fingers Chikami says nothing completely confuzzled. With a shrug Chikami spoke "We should finish up here and then go meet our brethren in Theed. I'm going to blast a hole in the shield prepare to go swimming."

Chikami pulls his aquata breather from his cloak and places it securely in his mouth. Walking over to the 'frozen' shield Chikami places a large glob of plastic explosive upon the shield and set the timer for 30 seconds. Looking over at his apprentice Chikami pushed the arm button and ran back a good distance. Leaping on top of a house Chikami prepares for the blast followed by the flood of incoming water.

*BAM, Whoosh!*

Here came the water.

Jordan suddenly felt someone in the Force just vanish. It did not happen all of a sudden but it was a gradual vanishing. Jordan did not know who it was that vanished but he did know that it was not his Master. He could also tell that it was a Padawan, but who he did not know.

This Sith did not look like he was going to do anything. He looked as if he were in a trance. A state of shock maybe? Then Jordan heard a sudden underwater explosion. He tuned his Force senses to where he heard the explosion. There were two dark side forces rising to the surface.

"Kenshin, Logray we must go back to the lake that the Otah Gunga is in."

Without any more words Jordan jumped up on the roof of the nearest building and stated hopping roof tops, just like they had done before. Kenshin and Logray seemed confused at first but soon followed.

Soon all three were back at the lake in which they had just come about an hour before. They were waiting for the two Dark side forces that Jordan had felt.

So easy it was for Amalia to see through Malice sometimes. Their departure from one another had ended their close bond, but it never changed the way the two could see right through one another.

So as their eyes met once again, their blades still against one another, Amalia smiled thinly. It was a smile that said everything. Her eyes were full of sadness, her smile matched the emotion.

"Fill his heart and mind with lies if you wish. There will be no way for me to stop you. His heart will be broken once he sees what I have become. If you wish to destroy our son more, then do as you say. I am sure it will bring great pleasure to you..."

The thing of it all though was that no matter how much lies he fed their son, or no matter how many times he tried to make Lono dislike her, Amalia knew that he would keep Lono safe. That's all Amalia wanted.

"It doesn't matter, I know you, and I know the bond you share with him. No matter what happens...I know."

She did not go into detail with Malice, but she was sure he understood. She knew he would keep their son safe.

As for the Sith's words, now for some reason, they hit her. She knew they were lies, but he'd just happened to say the right thing at the right time.


In the past few months, Amalia's life had become anything but great. Her friends and family had become distant with her. Her duties as a Jedi seemed to become more and more stressful and hectic with each passing day, and she doubted whether she could handle anything anymore. All in all, she had begun to doubt herself, but never did she doubt the people around her. Instead, she had thoughts of those around her, doubting her, attributed to by the separation from her family and friends. All in her own head, and really not the truth, but it was what Amalia had seen.

She'd been spending too much time alone, she felt alone.

Malice only seemed to intensify her feelings of doubt even more.

Her disturbed mind would be her downfall.

The Jedi removed her saber from his and stepped back, and in one quick swift motion, Amalia jumped upwards into the air, forming a power house kick. Her right leg making impact with Malice's stomach.

Amalia had expected the Sith demon to fall backwards, but he did not, instead he fell forward, almost into Amalia's leg. A second or two shorter and Amalia would have fallen backwards herself. She moved her leg out of the way and took the butt end of her saber and sent it swiftly down toward Malice's head. She heard him call out, but that was all as she made a run to her right, giving the demon, along with herself, some space.

Another blow would have been the right thing to go for, but she just could not resist Malice having a go at her again, it just felt more interesting that way.

Kenshin followed Jordan and Logray quietly. Though his body was here, his mind had reached out elsewhere.

He was aware of the Force presence that dissapeared. It was Vonta Horn. But it was odd how it dissapeared. Did she die?

The padawan was suddenly hit with another disturbing thought as he jumped into the water. A dark vibe emited from Master Amalia's presence. It was sad...a tired, lonely feeling.

"Have faith, have faith...Remember a will to live can have remarkable effects."

Kenshin hoped she didn't want to die...

Malice fell to the ground from the two strikes. Pain covering him like a blanket. While laying on the ground face down, Malice pushed up with his hands. A glod of crimson liquid shot out of his mouth. Stadng up once more, Malice stumbled a bit as the hit from her saber hilt had done more damage out of the two strikes. Clearing his head, the sith just sneered at Amalia.

*You know nothing my dear Amalia. Times have change.....i have change. There is so much more to me now, i'd be suprised if you still could find the old me*

He grinned. Summoning the darkside into his being, Malice outstretched both hands. While she attacke, he was still connected to her mind and could see all that she was thinking. This he would use. Letting the darkside seap from him and wrap around Amalia, entering her mind, images before her appeared. The first image was that of Kahn, Malice's ex-friend, and Amalia's close friend and former padawan. The jedi began to walk towards Amalia, a bright Smile on his face.


Suddenly, a dark robed figure came from behind, thrusting a crimson red saber through his back. Falling to his knees, Kahn reached out a bloodied hand towardsthe jedi master.

"Amalia.......you were suppose to protect me. You were my master. You.....failed.....me"

With that the image faded. But was soon replaced by an image of OS, Amalia's former master and mentor. She walked towards Amalia, using that walk that always spoke of how unpleased she was. Pointinga finger up at the jedi, OS spoke with a voice shrowdedin convictions.

"You Amalia have failed the jedi. Look around you, everythinghas crumbled before us. You let Kahn die......your son has fallen from the light and gone to the darkside. The other jedi have lost faith in our cause. We trusted you....and you let us down"

With that, images of Lono, Warren, and some of her jedi friends appeared. All looking down upon her as a failure. Each one adding into heir own words to be little her. Malice all the while had a dark grin across his face. He could not beat her up and up, but with her mind not totly forcused, he might have a chance to beat her with his mind.

Lupercus smiled as the C4 detonated the shields. Luckily Lup has chemically treated the explosives with the solvent so that Chikami wouldn't look like an idiot when he tried to do exactly what he just did.

Still, Chikami had finally crushed his past. Vonta was sent hurtling from life. Had she been a Master, Lup would have thought she was a ghost, but one lacking power like herself meant her death would be the end of Vonta Horn. Chuckling to himself, he put his rebreather in his mouth and lept through the hole Chikami had made. As he swam after his Master, Lupercus pulled out the detonator. There would be no more Oota Gunga. The last of the hidden gungan cities would be liquidated in the seismic explosion of the death of a Jedi.

Lupercus almost felt melancholy as he flicked the switch that killed millions more gungans, but in the end, he knew he was doing the galaxy a greater good.

The massive upsurge of water from the explosion sent both Lupercus and Chikami hurtling towards the surface, where more plunder awaits.

It did not matter if the images were real or not, it didn't matter if Amalia could identify those images as being fake. Seeing those images, however false they were, still made Amalia's own brain go to work.

If there was ever a time that Amalia's mind would be active in thought, it would be then. She'd tried to control her thoughts, but she could not shake herself from letting Malice see her every thought, normally she would not have been so weak minded, but times were different. Amalia was different too.

Kahn...

She'd tried to help the Jedi Master through the pain and sorrow of the loss of Hanna. She had been there for Kahn, making sure that he knew she was there should he need someone to talk to.

...On the day back home of her arrival, that was the last time she had seen him, when she found out about Hanna. She had not heard from the Jedi Master since. The distance had grown, and she did miss him. Her presence was always with him, if not present, then in mind and spirit. Ever close the two were. She'd let him down.

Leia...

Amalia had wanted to laugh at the image Malice had presented before her of Leia.The two Jedi Masters had been friends for a long time, and not once had her mentor ever spoken of her being a failure. She still felt like a failure though, not as a student, but as a friend.

There had been distance and tension between the two for quite some time now. The bond the two shared through the force always remained strong, but perhaps as of late, it had become a downfall for her.

Leia's feelings within the force, she carried them with her wherever she went, same with Kahn and the rest of the Jedi. She knew where Leia was right then and there as she stood with Malice, felt her connection within the force. She could not think of good.

Quite a few times within the past months Amalia had felt many disturbances coming from her friend. Not often did Leia ever come to her to talk to her, instead, Amalia just felt. The Jedi Master would often be left to wonder if her friend was alright or not. The not so peaceful feelings within the force never went away, she felt all that Leia felt. Leia never looked to her for support anymore, and Amalia had begun to wonder where the closeness the two shared had gone. She believed she created the distance, and she believed she'd failed her friend.

Her family...

She missed her family all the time, thought of them often. Her son, how proud of him she was. Good spirited, gifted with the force. Lono was and had always been a happy child despite his parents divorce. Amalia however, could not see this. She knew how often she was not home for her son, but her life as a Jedi often kept her busy at times. She missed out on a lot of things with her son, things that were important to her.

Her twins, so young with so much to learn. They too were gifted with the force, like their brother. Alexandria and Alexander were at their most fragile years, growth was rather important at this stage of their life, and Amalia had managed to miss out on most of it. She did not make a very good mother, she believed. She'd failed them too.

Warren...

A man that had brought so much warmth and happiness into her life. He made her smile like no one else could. Just imagining him brought warm feelings to Amalia's heart.

That was all the Jedi Master had been doing in the last several months, imagining her husband. That was all she could do. Like her, his life as a Jedi often kept him busy at times. While Amalia hardly ever got called away on a mission, her husband did. Sometimes she wished that he could just retire as Jedi Master, and be at home with her and their children. She knew how unfair those thoughts were. Warren could retire no more than she could. She loved her life as a Jedi and so did he.

Images, images just weren't good enough for her. She wanted his presence by her side. To be able to talk to him, to hear his voice, to see his smile, to touch him. She, more often then not, got to see holographic images of him. She missed him. A wife and a lover she was supposed to be, but she didn't feel that way. She'd failed the man she loved.

Her students...

So proud she was of each and every one of her students. They all had accomplished so much already. Yet Amalia always felt like she was letting her students down somehow. She taught them to the best of her ability, but at times she would wonder if she was teaching them enough. If they enjoyed their training. She wondered if she had let any of them down in any way. She was letting them down now, she knew that much. She had failed them.

The images disappeared and Amalia was left standing there once again with Malice. Tears made their way to the Jedi Master's eyes, but she did not cry. Her thoughts would not leave her, she felt pain and she felt sorrow.

Yet as she looked onto Malice, something new came over her, something that should not have come over her at all.

Anger.

She was angry at him for reading her mind, for getting into the very depths of her mind and feeding off of the thoughts that rested within. She wanted to believe that what she thought was not true, but standing there with Malice, she believed it all.

Her eyes narrowed, the look on her face said all that Malice had ever hoped for. It was the face of a killer.

Amalia knew full and well that she could feel on her own, but he had unlocked thoughts and feelings that had been hidden within her for a rather long time. He'd unlocked a great deal of pain, suffering and sorrow.

Now she was letting all of that go, in the worst possible form that she could let go.

Whether if by shock or surprise, as the Jedi Master rushed toward the Sith. he let go of his saber. The weapon clattered to the ground somewhere off beside him.

She'd long by now dropped her own saber, and it was her own being that came to clash with him. Such a forceful impact. The two collided as Amalia pushed him backwards and onto the ground. He below her and she on top of him, they tossed and turned. There was kicking and shoving, a wrestling match at its best.

She hated him, she hated the whole damned world.

Her journey toward the Darkside had officially begun...

Jordan was at the lakes edge waiting for the two Dark side forces. He heard another explosion and saw huge bubbles and water storms because of it.

Soon two people shot out from the middle of the bubbling water with force from the explosion. Jordan could sense that they had just caused that explosion and that millions of gungans died because of it. The Otah Gunga no longer existed.

Jordan could also see and sense that these two were Sith apart of the Sith invansion. These Sith could no longer wreek havoc on this planet and Jordan, Kenshin, and Logray would put a stop to them...

Entering the Jedi Temple Grounds



Utter pandemonium was present as people were scrambling every which way in, most heading out to combat the threat of the Sith as well as to calm the growing agitation/panic among the civilian population.

Being dressed as he was, Perrin offered no threat to be recognized, nor did he interfere with what the people inside were focused on.

Mostly they were padawans and those aspiring to be padawans.

With the loss of Xylon Hexyra and Gash Searthen in the Musaille debacle, both the Jedi and the Rogue Jedi Orders were a living chaos.

Like a lampaa beast’s body thrashing about after it’s head has been cut off.

He could read the questions, the glancing for direction here and there by those moving about.


They are acting with no direction. They do not know what to do..


The utter ridiculousness of their plight seemed to amuse Perrin as he moved quickly into a building.

But not too quickly! No need for unnecessary attention just yet.


Whoever rebuilt the Jedi facilities took great pains in its architecture and design. At a certain time of day, the sun would catch the buildings in such a way as to have them radiate light outward... impressing tourists, reminding their enemies that the Jedi stood proud and stood tall.

However, there were different kinds of reminders as well. Reminders located on the inside of the structures.

Those few structures that continued to stand and where reconstruction went up around them held inner corridors that were “charred” or blackened; evidence of the last attack brought to Theed by the Naboo Sith Order…When the world trembled under the mighty saber strokes of Darth Poreon, Darth Snack, and others.


His mind drifted briefly to Darth Zeta, one of the last who had been counseled, trained, and schooled in the dark arts by the Elders.

Perhaps Malice…


Perrin himself had joined the order during the reign of Darth Poreon and Darth Snack but they had no real impact on his life as they had with Zeta.


It was ironic really. Here he was, a farely insignificant, unknown of TNSO who just happened to find himself …

Here it is!


“Quickly, Mistress Solo is calling for all able bodied soldiers to combat the darkness!!” he shouted to the guard, definitely startling him.

“The archives..?”

“Will be safe for now. It’s not like we are being assaulted here, but Theed is taking a beating!”

“Is it bad out there?”

“You have no idea..” Perrin said exasperated.

The guard took a couple of steps before doubt set in.

The padawan was quick but not quick enough for Perrin had already started pulling his saber out from under his clothes.

The padawan let out a shout of surprise as he moved to draw his own saber but Perrin’s blade shot out severing the man’s hand. A quick, shallow slice of the padawan’s windpipe cut off any further sounds he might make. Perrin stepped over him as the padawan thrashed about on the floor writhing in pain, gasping for air from his burned throat.

He would not die, but the pain that he felt would be ingrained into the padawan’s mind for years to come, despite whatever miracles bacta might provide.


The soundproof glass doors the fallen Jedi had been guarding parted before Perrin’s presence and even he was overawed by the towering rows of data banks, holocron chambers and computers that made up the Jedi Library.

“May I be of assistance?” an elderly voice (a woman’s) asked, coming from someone approaching from ahead.

“You may not.” Perrin merely replied. With a flick of his finger, his blade snapped back on and he swung at a wall of computers their explosions and sparks lighting up the Library.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” the elderly woman shouted in alarm.

Perrin’s hand shot out and the woman was pushed back. She only went a few feet for he was not yet adept in all forms of force manipulation.

Yet there are some I am unsurpassed in..

He swung again at another wall containing databanks and the caretaker’s wails of anguish carried no further than the Library’s soundproof walls.

Destroy the Jedi heritage and you destroy the Jedi. Pull down the Jedi’s efforts and you dishearten and eventually destroy the Jedi’s soul.

“You live too much in the past, Librarian. Look up from your books and see that the future is black.”

Amid more exploding computers, he laughed.