Ky-Vin felt anger beginning to burn inside him. He forced the feelings out of his head, they would not get the better of him.
When the outspoken Sith attacked, Ky-Vin was ready.

He instantly came to Kenshin's aid, blocking one of the man's blades as they came around in a circular motion.

Just then, a hot searing pain shot through KyVin's side. Malice had come in and struck the jedi with his saber. Jumping backwards, the demon sith knight glared at the two.

*Pitiful. All around you your friends have failed. Even your beloved jedi master Amalia has fallen from the light. Naboo no longer belongs to the jedi. A new dawn has risen little padawans. Once that is tainted with the blood of millions. A dawn so black, it will smother all light on this planet.......and soon the galaxy*

With that Malice charged in once more. His double bladed white saber came in from KyVin's left, fierce and hard. Malice would show them no mercy.

Her long awaited peace and quiet had finally come to her, and all Amalia could do was reach toward the things that had made her feel so unpeaceful to begin with.

...Her dreams.

So much was to come.

None of them had any idea.

No one understood just what her dreams had been doing to her.

She just wanted everything to go away, so that she could be left alone with...nothing.

None of it went away though, no matter how much she pushed her feelings and thoughts away.

This war, what was happening on Naboo, she was sure it would end soon. None of that mattered to her though, her war would soon begin....

....How precious was life?

It was a question Amalia silently contemplated as she quietly meditated within the deeper depths of the forest.

Her eyes fell toward her saber, she spoke softly.


"...I never thought I'd be the one to send you away..."

IC: He'd watched long enough, Lupercus' play time was over.

The Sith Knight wanted something more, Cole was sure of that.

The Jedi Knight had kept himself hidden, masking his force presence. He'd had his chance to observe and that was all he needed.

Lupercus would play with fire now.


The rocks appeared to come out of no where, from behind Lupercus. Small rocks in size, but that was all that was need to get the Sith's attention.

The Sith Knight turned, but instead of having time to look around him, his face was met with a black boot.

Cole had timed it all just right, he'd run from his hiding spot, his presence completely unmasked then.

He jumped into the air, spinning in turn, his right leg reaching out in mid air to send a power house kick right into Lupercus' face.

The blow must have caught Lupercus off guard, he could not keep his balance too well. Losing his footing, he stumbled backwards toward the ground, his hands outstretching to help him from falling anymore than he already was.

"Ouch, now that's going to leave a mark! Sorry about that! Hey to show you my sympathies, why don't I help you up, call it my good deed for the day, eh?"

He grinned, without waiting, he reached out for one of Lupercus' outstretched hands as the Sith Knight tried to get back up.

Using the force to aid him, Cole lifted the Knight by his left arm so that his feet came off the ground just slightly. With a quick push of the force, the Jedi Knight sent the Sith sprawling backwards into the air toward the nearest tree trunk.

He smacked straight into the tree, his body hitting the trunk of the tree with a thud.

"Play time is over..."

OOC: I'm not sure if this could look iffy or not to anyone, so if it needs editing, let me know, I'll edit.

(OOC: It is iffy, very much so, but don't worry i'll roll with it.)

The completely unexpected force assault had caught the Sith Knight off guard. The attack had been a blur and all he knew was that some self righteous wanker had just thrown him into a tree. Lupercus looked up to see another Jedi standing there, having hidden away the whole fight. As he spoke he pulled himself up.

"See?

It is Jedi like him who are why the Dawn of the Sith approaches! They sit back, content to only attack Sith instead of helping others. Adrenaline Jedi.

Where were you 'oh powerful jedi who can only attack from behind' when i destroyed the Gungan race?

Where were you when the Academy was being defiled?

You were off getting your jolies by showing off to the local women! And yet you wonder why the Sith attack you here. Because we can, you are the reason we can! Consider this my Jedi, you are personally responsible for the millions i've killed because you could not even approach me until now!"

Lupercus laughed as his hand outstretched towards the Jedi, the Darkside energy flowing through his hand like a conduit for water, pulsating with life. Suddenly the Jedi could feel something wrong, although he wasn't sure what. Little did he know that the flow of energy was stimulating the atoms on his body from their molecular level, their vibration against each other going faster and faster as time progressed.

2 seconds passed, and the Jedi could feel his skin heating slightly. But the heat seemed to not be coming from anywhere. Then, just as a thin smile crept over Lupercus' lips, it happened. A small pocket of flame burst to life on the Jedis hand but, with no fuel to sustain it, burnt out. The smell of seared flesh was like an aphrodisiac to the Hapan and a bare giggle escaped his lips as another pop of flames appeared on the Jedis bare skin, then another.

Cole looked aghast as flames burst over him in small batches, when suddenly one burst close to the cuff of his lightsabre hand, catching. A small fire had been started on the Jedis clothes. Seizing the moment Lupercus charged at the startled jedi, ducking a wayward defensive swing and, his leg pressed against his body, kicked back, his concentration empowering the strike. The Jedi flew back slamming into his hiding place. Lupercus then recalled his sabres to his hands.

"Yes. Playtime is over."

The temple that Zeta entered seemed to speak of ancient times, of important history, hidden within time.

He could see nothing before him but the temple itself, but feeling was a different matter. There was a great deal of energy within the temple, and only now had he begun to understand why the revival was to take place within such grounds.

Only a few torches gave light within the temple walls, but it was enough for Zeta. All he needed was open space, which he had.


The power he needed for the spell at hand, he never stopped to think about the spell or what would come to be. The Zabrak was well influenced by Sith Sorcery, he studied it as often as he could, whenever he had a free moment.

There was only so much he could do.

The power was in the ancient book of Sith spells that he had under his arm. The strength, within Han, and even himself.

None of it would work without Han's spirit.

Reaching out with the darkside Zeta reached out for Han's spirit, at first latching onto nothing.

His presences appeared to fade in and out for several moments, the Sith Knight's attention being placed somewhere else within the temple for a moment.

"It is time, let us make this as quick as possible. I want to be back on Naboo in time to see...."

He laughed out loud, his words fading.

"...never mind, let us move along."

Zeta set the body out on it's proper form, being sure to position Han's body just right.

He then settled the book on the stone structure like table he stood before, opening the book to the proper page.

The Sith Lord's eyes looked as if they were going to light up, power in his eyes, that's what it looked like.

His hands traced the ancient Sith writings that were written across the artifact's old pages, he became side tracked for a moment, but only for a moment.

Finally he began to speak, words of past times coming into play, words that many had spoken, new and old. The old tongue of the Sith, of those long past but never forgotten.

He'd barely begun the spell when the ground he stood upon began to shake. Nothing fell, nothing else moved, except...

...Skywalker

His once limp body began to stir, Zeta could see his form so clearly. Until...

...All went dark.

The tongue of old still spoken from the Lord, Han still within movement.

Louder, Zeta's voice came to take a deeper meaning, the area picking up in strength.

The wind, strong, yet Zeta's form seemed to stand it, even the book remained where he had placed it, the torches flickering in and out once more.


Han's presence busy at work, struggling to find its body.

How unusual that the Sith felt power unlike any other he had known before. Though his energy still, felt like it was being drained from him.

Han...

For some reason or another, Han was feeding off of Zeta's own use of energy.

The spell drew near to an end, Zeta finding difficulty in concentration, he found the strength knowing the end was near and his goal was near to being complete.


...All fell into darkness, even Zeta himself...

Consisting of twelve Cobra-Omega soldiers, two Jedi Masters, and one former NRI Operative, Gash's group was fairly imposing. All rushed across the landscape of that small jungle in which they'd landed, several miles out from Otah Gunga. Kasien, despite being in superb shape, found himself falling behind the insane pace set by the Jedi and the droids. By the time they'd been running ten minutes, Gash and the others were out of site, and Kasien was left running for his life, drenched in sweat.

"Guys?" He panted, hand on his chest. "Fucking Jedi..." Finally, ahead of him, was the clearing. It'd probably be cooler out there -- and easier to find Gash, wherever he was off to. With a crash, he burst through the foliage --

And right into one of the Cobra-Omega Battledroids. It swivled its beaked head at him without turning. "Watch where you're going," It muttered derisively, then turning away. Kasien could've sworn it said "Clumsy human idiot," under its breath as it did so. The droids, all twelve taller than he, obscured his view, so he began pushing to the front of the pack. What was that he felt on his cheek -- heat --!?

"Oh, god." He said, finally reaching the front, where Gash and Slavatio stood motionless. "Oh, shit." It was the gungan city. And it was burning. Broken glass and charred remnants of structures, still smouldering from what must have been a mighty blast, had floated to the top of the lake which housed it. Gungans, many, many wounded, were crawling to the shore.

The fire of the burning, once-magestic underwter city was reflected in Gash's red-pupiled eyes, as he stared at the ravaged ruin of the city. He turned to the droids, and Kasien. "There are going to be fights, today, that you can't be a part of. Fights that will tear you apart." He paused, looking back at the city. "Put out those flames, help the wounded. Kasien, you're in command of the squad."

He turned away. "Don't go in the Jedi Academy. One of my old... friends, is there." He put his arm commlink slowly to his mouth. "Hermes, this is Jiren. Requesting reinforcements for immediate medical assisstance. Fifty troops. Bring medical supplies."

Were the fires in the city, or in his eyes?

"You sense them?" Gash asked, even as he and Slavatio ran towards the thing of which he spoke.

"Yes," The other Jedi Master replied. "Nothing we can't handle."

"Nothing at all," Gash nodded, and the two sped towards the inferior Sith with all the speed available to them, covering ground which even most Jedi would find unbelievable. Across the clearing surrounding Otah Gunga, into the forest, through the dense foliage... and into the clearing in which the Jedi stood.

The three Jedi -- which a combination of memory and intuition labeled in Gash's mind as Cole, Kenshin, and Ky-Vin -- seemed ragged from extended battle, though Cole appeared relatively fresh. The leader of the Sith seemed to be Lupercus, who, though clearly having fought for some time, appeared as arrogant as any Sith Gash had ever seen, himself included. And then, there was Malice -- his old friend Malice.

Both of Gash's lightsabers ignited -- one white, one red -- and hung loosely in his hands, dangling at his waist. Slavatio's lightsaber did the same. "Oh, I beg to differ, Mister Darksword. I think that playtime has only just begun."

He chuckled slightly, looking at the Jedi for a moment. "I'm sure you know who I am. And I'm sure I wasn't expected -- but, these things happen. I understand that this is a real glitch in your plan, but, you've got to role with the punches, eh?

"Now, then, you've got one hell of a choice to make here, Darksword. You see, suddenly you're not quite so imposing. Five Jedi, against a few Sith? And, really, when you add up all your brain cells, you've only got one Sith, at the most, anyway. So. What'll it be? Fight, and be carried away in a body bag along with your friends, or leave Theed and never, ever return?

"Fair warning, Darksword. Because this time, once you go down, you will not be getting back up."

He looked briefly at Slavatio. "Open your mind," He muttered quietly, out of earshot of Lupercus. "We work as one."

Lupercus turned his head with a cynical look, the two jedi falling into his line of sight. He sabres remained in his hands, unignited.

"Bodybags? Well, black always was my colour!"

With a glance towards Cole, Lupercus turned towards the newcomers.

"Very interesting timing to return from the grave Jiren. Very interesting.

Just in time to watch us succede where you failed i would think! Or perhaps clinically timed for you to save the day, but with damage already done that could see disillusioned jedi flood the ranks of the Rogue? My brother is one of you, which shows the strength of your members and your order.

No matter, how i come to my end is irrelevant, Naboo has been violated, stained with a mark that it shall forever bear. And here we stand, facing off in the ruins of the jedi civilisation, their people wandering like lost sheep, their herders broken on the rocks of time and a new dawn arising."

A sneer was etched irremovably on his features, his eyes dancing between the two Jedi, angry intent visible in Jirens eyes.

"It tastes wonderful doesn't it. Pure. The anger, the hate flowing around you, almost tangible."

His hands sprang up, sabres ignited and clashing together, sending a small spray of red sparks falling to the ground like the lives of the people he had extinguished. They then spun into a reverse grip.

"Lets see if we can't do something to aleviate your discomfort..."

"Anger and determination are not the same thing, Lupercus," Gash said, smirking. "But it would seem that stupidity and arrogance quite are." Up came the two lightsabers, and with a cry, the Rogue Jedi leapt towards the Sith, leading with his right -- flesh-and-blood -- hand. The lightsaber skipped off Lupercus' defenses harmlessly, and Gash thrust the other down at the Sith's stomach with his mechanical hand. Once again, his opponent blocked.

Augmenting the strength of that mechanical hand with that of the Force, Gash pushed one of Lupercus' lightsabers outward, and, with a graceful twist, pulled it from his hand and flung it into the air, and out, into the forest. The Sith's arm was flung wide, suprised at the strength and skill of the attack, and Gash punched forward with that mechanical arm -- the lightsaber still in it -- and impacted with Lupercus' lower chest, the sound of breaking bone echoing the impact.

Lupercus flew back, but managed to maintain his footing. Gash closed the distance fast, forcing the Sith to defend himself still with a few slashes. "Come, now! Where is the champion of the Sith!?" He cried. "Where is this dawn of the Sith!?"

The crack of bone was a stark reminder to the Sith of who exactly he was fighting, but it did not serve its purpose in cowing the Hapan. His tongue darted out over his lips, tasting the anger that seemed to flow around him.

"I told you Jedi, the dawn has come. Meaning its not here anymore. Its more like the era now."

He rose back to his full height, the sarcasm in his tones belying the fact he did not enjoy being second fiddle. As he rose a cracking could be heard as his right hand clutched his injury for a moment, his eyes leaving the jedi for a split second.

"And champion? You flatter me, but i wonder where the true champion is...

Did you not know that Darth Snack is loose among the populace? Will it put a dent in your righteous anger trip if you know someone more powerful is off killing and murdering while you are distracted by someone the likes of me?"

His sneer was back now, and with a vengeance. Casting his senses around he found one of the other Jedi's sabres, his hand outstrecthing as it flew into his palm.

"You, even now, are failing in your effort to save Naboo and the Jedi from themselves."

His speech broke up as he dashed forward, ending the slight break in the clash. He threw a deceptively lazy strike to Jirens right side, which was parried wide, leaving Lupercus open. Seizing the moment Jiren slashed, only to be parried by his other sabre. Seemingly open, Jiren drove home a final stroke, but with the momentum of that first parry, Lupercus had spun, bringing his first sabre around to block what would have been a killing blow. Now facing the same direction as the Jedi Lupercus spun clockwise, his right leg savagely kicking the Jedi square in the chest, sending him staggering back a pace. As he did, Lupercus reclaimed his forward facing position and followed through with a force push which would give him the forward moving momentum of the fight.