Jordan had been lying there the whole time. The Sith he was fighting left without Jordan noticing. He did not know where he was.

Jordan just lie there, near the edge of the trees. Watching in horror, shock, every kind of emotion. But he pay no attention to those emotions. He saw everything. All the new people coming, all the attacks made. And nobody seemed to notice him.

His arms were broken, ribs were broken, he had arm and leg wounds. He saw Ky-Vin take Logray into the Academy. He sighed of relief. Logray was badly hurt, Jordan had tried saving him but the Sith attacked him.

Now Jordan needed help. He tried calling out towards Ky-Vin, but nothing came out of his mouth. He called on the Force and called Ky-Vin once more.

"KY-VIN!! Please....."

Jordan passed out.

Sweet Jedi on a stick! If I can keep this Master here, there's one less for my brethren to face as they tear this planet's population to bits..


Beads of sweat were increasing as the Sith pupil forced the pain of his injuries out of his head. Multitasking the force was extremely hard especially when trying for something specific.

The sweat seemed to amuse the Sith though for the room was exceedingly cold.

The cut coolant line had continuously sprayed a hazy smoke throughout the room that (while not interfering with the combat) dropped the temperature.


If this room is getting colder then another room is getting warmer.


The vast data archives of the Jedi Library were, by far, the most extensive collections of knowledge in the known galaxy. Such collections therefore required the use of massive, specialized computers. And computers generated heat. With great amounts of energy running through their circuits, oh how they generate heat.

Thus, the need for cooling systems.


Such as the one whose line Perrin cut as he entered.


And while I’ve been causing havoc in the library, backups and secondary systems have begun to come online to counteract the damage sown above.

Now, granted one cooling line would be a piss-poor design for the Jedi which is why several lines lined different areas of the walls. However, the loss of one was not without effect. The only effect Perrin was looking for.

Small green lights that were seen here and there above tightly closed doors opposite the entrance from the hall as well as to Perrin’s right and left began to flash red.

A large clang was heard as locks were released, the computer allocating more resources to much more critical areas than the secure Holocron chambers.


Perrin’s eyes flickered to one of the doors that slid open… the nearest.. and he was moving before his eyes flickered back to the Jedi.

She could tell where he was going but he made it inside before her being closer. But not that much more before her. The room was glowing brightly as tiny little cubes, spheres or other geometrical renderings of the famed knowledge capsules of the “Ancients”.

Perrin paid no heed to any aura of awe that might have struck him as his left hand went out, grabbing a rather dim holocron. Then his right went for another dim one and as the Jedi Master pounced after him his right hand threw the holocron at her.

His left frantically grabbed at another as Leia came within reach. He could feel the force growing behind her and knew he was outclassed.

What to do!? What to do!?

His right hand grabbed one more holocron and he launched it at her; the obvious ineffectualness of his weapon of choice making no apparent impact on Perrin’s mind.

His left hand went for yet another… a bright one..


The Jedi Master was upon him.


His hand grasped it and his mind screamed obscenities as he suddenly felt as if razor blades were traveling up and down his body slicing off slivers of skin..


He dropped the holocron and fell to the ground unconscious…



Damned.. Jedi… should have burned…. Should have burned…

Ky-Vin was confused. The battle had gotten way out of control.
He did not know where these people had come from. Sith and Jedi, or were they something in between? The lines between good and evil had become blurred.
He wasn't sure what to do.

Then Ky-Vin felt something pierce through his thoughts. It was Jordan.
Immediately, Ky-Vin knew what to do. Innocents still needed help.
Ky-Vin ran to Jordan, who had been lying somewhat out of sight during the confrontation.
"I'm here. Everything's going to okay," Ky-Vin told him quickly. Jordan looked awful, and it hurt Ky-Vin to see his comrade like this. He tried hard not to look too hurt.
Ky-Vin carefully lifted him from the ground. Using the Force to boost his strength, Ky-Vin was able to carry Jordan effortlessly.
He probably shouldn't have been moved. But there was no other choice, Ky-Vin had to get him away from the danger.
The Force propelled Ky-Vin back into the Academy, and to the safety of the hospital wing.

Screams echoed out of the clinic and into the streets, though that was not an uncommong sounds recently in the streets of theed. The shrill sound carried for many minutes before finally being cut off suddendly.

With a satisfied look on her pale face, Tevarii walked slowly out of the clinic, as though she was enjoying every step she took. Her right hand was covered with blood, the crimson dropping from her razor-like fingernails and onto the duracreet street beneath her feet.

She walked around Lupercus and his wheelchair, her bloodied hand streaking across his cheek as leaned in behind him and purred in his ear.

" Where to now, my Pet?"

Lupercus glanced back as Tevarii strode out, a fullsome grin on her face. There was a bounce in her step as she wandered behind him. He grinned back, tossing a HE remote detonation device onto the doctors surgery.

They strolled together content, people fleeing before them as they walked, and wheelled, their way along the streets of Theed. Leaves were falling and the weather was fine and the two could have simply been two lovers walking along enjoying each others company were it not for the fact that explosives were being tossed left and right by the dark pair.

In the distance they heard the first explosion as they turned into a side street, flames reaching up with a startling speed as they began to spread to other buildings.

Theed was burning, and noone was here to stop them...

Screaming, crying, explosions. All these sounds had reached the demon sith, bringing him back to reality. The harsh cold reality that stripped him of his own identity. Standing slowly, Malice was barely able to limp away from Gash while he was distracteby Maim. Without the force present and flowing through him, he felt lost. It was as if a part of himust vanished.

The only thing he could do was follow the sounds of explosions rocking the city. The sweet sound of buildings blowing up, mixed with the rythmic volcals of the citizens running for cover. Normally this would have caused the sith to break into a dance. Had he been on better terms.

Instead Malice was left to wander the aftermath of the explosives. Walking down streets littered with fallen durasteel, bricks. Even bodies painted the street's and roades. Malicefelt out of place. He could hardly remember why he was here.........and what had caused him to lose touch with the force. All he could do for now was think, think and walk through this destroyed city. Flames raised high into the sky. Flames resembling that of people thrusting their hands into the air, crying out for a savior. or this city however, it was beyond saving.

The ewok lay there, knowing nothing but darkness. He could feel nothing, nothing but the feelings of anger and fear from outside. He had failed. The people of Theed trusted him, they trusted the Jedi. But all seemed as if they had failed.

And yet there was another feeling. A feeling as if there was something empty inside him. Someone he trusted, respected... someone important had died.

Delete this once you've read it.

Uhm, we've blown up like 3 buildings... Oh, and that started a small fire.

The city is very much not destroyed.

EDITING IN REPLY TO AVOID BS IN RP: Then have Malice edit "this city however, it was beyond saving." and other such references to complete destruction out of his post.
-Gash

Leia watched in utter detachment as the Sith Apprentice's body suddenly went limp, and he collapsed to the floor. The holocron which he had been holding fell from his hand, and bounced away across the floor.

But Leia's attention was momentarily directed elsewhere. A Force presence; the strong, reassuring and warm presence that Leia knew as Amalia, had suddenly been silenced. The presence was not gone, it was simply... quiet. This had grabbed Leia's attention, to the extent that she momentarily paid no heed to the unconscious Sith on the holocron library floor.

Leia had felt trouble emanating through her connection with Amalia through the Force earlier, had felt her turn towards the Dark. She had caught hints of Amalia's emotions, and feelings, her troubles. But she had been too busy dealing with Han and the Sith invasion then to put much thought or attention into what she had felt, and had been faced with no other choice than to sort it out later. And she realized now, that she had more pressing issues (the invasion, for one) to deal with at the moment still...

But she would find out what was going on with Amalia soon enough.

In the meantime, she looked down at the unconscious Perrin contemplatively. Something had to be done with him...

She spotted a roll of silver space tape nearby on the floor, next to a box of assorted tools near a computer terminal. Apparently a technician who had been trying to repair the terminal had left the toolbox there earlier. She did recall a maintanence order having come through her offices for a broken terminal down here. But that did not matter now, anyways.

With a grin, she walked over to the terminal and seized the roll of tape, and then strode back over to Perrin. Yes, there would be plenty enough tape on the roll for what she intended to do...

First she searched him for weapons, and confiscated everything in his pockets. Then she bound his hands behind his back, as well as his feet. She also slapped a piece of tape over his mouth as well, for good measure.

For a moment she surveyed her handiwork, and decided that it would not be enough to restrain the Sith. So starting from his feet up, she completely mummified Perrin in a tight wrapping of silver space tape, using the entire roll in the process. It took her a good fifteen minutes, but when she had completed her task the only part of Perrin not encapsulated in a thick, impenetrable layer of the quite durable tape was his head. And at that, his mouth was taped shut.

Leia smiled in satisfaction and with a wave of her hand, Perrin levitated into the air. With so much tape allowing him no movement whatsoever, the apprentice would have been too awkward a burden for Leia to physically carry anywhere. So she had chosen to levitate him, an easy enough task.

With that, Leia jogged out of the Jedi holocron library, the unconscious Sith floating after her. She punched a security override into the door before she left, and once again it's heavy reinforced blast doors slid securely shut. Now it would not open again for anyone save Leia herself.

Her duties in the Academy now fulfilled, Leia took off at a fast paced run out of the Academy and back into the heart of the battle, her captive Sith Apprentice floating after her not too far behind.

The couple moved through the streets unhindered, yet something about it seemed not quite right to the sorceress. She watched, amused, every time Lupercus casually tossed one grenade and then another. Still, the following explosions did little to lift her deflated mood.

Tevarii walked behind the wheelchair Lupercus had comandeered, her hands resting lighting against its handles. A panicked citicen of Theed ran in front of the two Sith from a side street, stopping dead in his tracks a moment to stare at the too before turning and running back the way he came.

Even then, she did not feel like giving chase.

With a soft sigh, Tevarii leaned against the back of the chair as they moved through the streets. "We're bored again. This is no fun. There's no one worth playing with here anymore." She sighed again. " We don't like this world."