Silus downed the rest of his coffee with a grimace. "I suppose it was only a matter of time before you figured it out," he unclipped the lightsaber from his belt, "Right, so I take it you both have some way to defend yourselves?"

Of course, Silus didn't wait for them to reply. If they couldn't defend themselves, it only meant this wouldn't take very long. Using the Force, he cleared a path between the three, moving tables and what patrons were left. Finally, he thumbed the switch on his lightsaber, it's red blade humming beside him.

"Now, which one of you wants to start first?" Silus smirked. Most Jedi didn't believe in attacking first. He could only guess that it was meant to keep most students from making a mistake and killing someone who wasn't a threat.

Frakutsk rolled his eyes.

The sith was out numbered, and unless he was some sort of master, Frakutsk didnt think there was much chance of him winning.

Then agian, how could he ever be sure?

Frakutsk casually twirled his lightsaber as he took it out. Weather or not it was intentional is uncertain... Gungans don't have the greatest coordination.

Frakutsk, however, had a different way of winning his battles... He stared at the sith and attempted to probe into his mind.

Of course, he was greated by a giant black wall, no less could be expected from an iron-minded sith. Frakutsk quickly began to uproot the wall...

You are outnumbered, sith. Yousa really think that you can defeat two Jedi alone? Even one at a time, what are your chances of winning?

Oh, don't worry, we'll let you live. We'll let you live so that you can run home and tell your master all about how you were beaten by a pair of Jedi you met in a cafe... We'll see if HE lets you live, i'm sure you know very well of the sith way of killing those who show weakness.

After this disturbing message (in which frakutsk tryed to control his gungan speech, for the sake of sounding more... intimidating) Frakutsk then, suddenly, pounded on the mental wall with all his might. The equivelent of a psychic battering ram hit the Silius's mind. The effect, Frakutsk was uncertain of.

Frakutsk then attacked the sith, not to violently, just a simple diagonal-down left-to-right lightsaber attack, with as much force as Frakutsk could muster. His hope was that after his mental attack, the sith would be in less of a state to counter at his full potential.

Indeed, Frakutsk had attacked first, but that was just another move that, hopefully, the sith wasnt expecting, despite his remark, Jedis were technically trained NOT to be the first to attack.

Dolash didn't like this. Unlike Fraktusk, he was a lot less into the whole intimidating thing. Having a fairly tense mind, he mentally 'overheard' the little message Fraktusk fired off. But, as his companion swang, Dolash grabbed his arm. The move caught both Fraktusk and Silus off guard.

"Not here." he said. The stunned silence would probably last for a few more seconds before Silus came out swinging. "Fighting? In a cafe? I don't think the Jedi would like it to be known we're picking fights on Imperial Worlds. And as for the Sith, what are the odds your masters would shake your hand and pat your back for getting into a big public fight, revealing the sith presence, and perhaps embarrasing their *ahem* rather strong traditions?"

The speech was unusually articulated for Dolash, clearly right-brain thinking was going on. The other two seemed to at least outwardly quiet down, and allowed him to continue, begrudgingly admitting that perhaps his points held accuracy in some regrads.

"This is Corellia, there's got to be some quiet, run-down area where - if a fight has to take place - it would be better for it to occur, y'know what I'm saying? In front of the entire street, well, fighting might not look good, but who's going to ask questions if a few unusual, brief, and altogether painful sounding noises come from an abandoned building?"

There was silence...

Silus smirked. Really, no "the Light will always win", or "the Light is the stronger?" Instead, a threat? I wonder if you are just unique, or if your master doesn't keep you on a short enough leash?

Silus's laugh turned into a short grunt after the mental attack. But instead of resisting, he let in the Jedi's probe and began pulling up memories. His master had always been prowd of nearly wiping out the Gungan species, and it didn't take long for Silus to recall some images from the footage Lupercus had recorded. The Sith was certain the faces of dead men, women and even children of Frakutsk's species would strike a nerve.

Laughing, he raised his blade to deflect the Jedi's attack...only to stop when the attack never came. Instead, he frowned at Dolash. "We're not so afraid of revealing our prescense as you think, Jedi. But," Silus grinned, "You will have your 'abandoned building', if that's what you wish. Follow me."

Silus stopped in the doorway and looked over his shoulder, partially to make sure they were following. "You know, I would have plunged my blade through your back if I had this opportunity. I wonder, would you be able to do the same?" He didn't wait for an answer, instead wandering into the street.

*****

"You see?" His voice echoed, "It is empty. Not a single soul here to see us, and I doubt anyone in the street would bother to listen, even if they could hear us. Though that's a risk you'd have to take." His hand dropped to his side, retrieving the lightsaber from his belt. "Now is there anything else you want before we begin?"

Frakutsk shook his head, something was too familier about the Images that Silius had skillfully called up... had he seen those before??

But that was impossible... he hadnt been alive when that had happened, right?

The man in those images... who was he?

Again Frakutsk shook his head... and then, things began to get clearer... Frakutsk remembered... In bits and peices...




He laughed slightly, but was surprisingly at ease with the apparently random question. Still smiling, Lupercus leant back into the chair and raised his eyebrows.

~*~

"Evil killy me parents, me want revenge!" Said the gungan, practically hopping up and down.

~*~

"A Jedi?"

His eyebrows raised playfully now.

~*~

"yousa no killy good people mesa no think."

~*~

His and Frakutsks greatest moment together!


Lupercus' hand shot out, his fingers squeezing in like he was crushing a can. Frakutsks throat began to constrict, his skinny neck being strangled in a Force Choke.





Frakutsk snapped back from the memory... For the first time he noticed his surroundings... an abondoned were-house.

The memory was disturbing... That same cafe... That same... Sith?

Frakutsk, when he was younger, was terribly violent in comparison to his present pacifism... but back in that cafe... why was Frakutsk so quick to attack?

Frakutsk twirled his lightsaber out from his belt again... and again it seemed practically unintentional.

Frakutsk pointed his lightsaber at the sith...

"Yousa..."

And thus the fight began. As Fraktusk began making wild swipes with his lightsaber, Silus stepped back into a convenient "Ring" like area marked with stretchy wires. Dolash found himself on the outside of this 'ring' as the two fought it out.

A voice somewhere down and to the right of Dolash suddenly piped up "Looks like Fraktusk is trying the 'Swing and jab' approach, eh Tom?"

Another voice, once again down, but more to the left, answered "Sure thing mike, it appears as though he's trying to wear down his opponant, but - oh, and Silus just bounced off the ring and gave Fraktusk a vicious closeline attack."

Dolash frowned "Who are you guys?" The two men didn't seem to hear him though, and kept on speaking in their unusual manner.

Fraktusk seemed to be having a hell of a time, so on an impulse Dolash reached into the ring to pull his compatriot out. However, being tied up with battle, Fraktusk was only capable of vaguely "Tagging" Dolash, which was when Dolash realized he could just get in the ring already.

Silus was a more experienced fighter, for sure, and Sith are trained to fight anyways, so as Silus raised his lightsaber and prepared to throw out some witty comment, Dolash hurled himself at the guy's legs and knocked him to the ground. The fight continued.

Silus mumbled a curse when his arm flew out and struck the gungan across the face. It was odd enough to have a ring appear out of nowhere and to suddenly hear voices, but he could have sworn he was slashing with his lightsaber. The Jedi got back on his feet in time to deflect another attack. The fight went on just as it had before, with both members attacking and counter-attacking.

A few minutes in, Dolash managed to slap Frakutsk's hand. Silus only had a moment to wonder what that was supposed to mean when he was flung to the ground by a kick to the knees, dropping his lightsaber in the process. Turning to face the Jedi, Silus searched behind him until his hand grabbed onto something. He quickly swung it, crashing a chair into the side of Dolash's face.

"How the hell did that get there?" Silus thought aloud when he stared at the chair. He knew that wasn't there before. Tossing it aside, he used the force to call back his lightsaber and attack the Jedi.

Frakutsk, now standing outside of the action, had a chance to try and figure a few things out.

What was it with that sith? Why was he so familier? Was it really the same with as from the childhood memories that Frakutsk was recalling?

As Silus and Dolash slashed and slashed and slashed (and slashed and slashed and slashed) at eachother, Frakutsk stared coldly at silus, sending him slow, icy thoughts... this time, not charging full-force at silius mentally, as to not allow him to do the same mental trick as he had done before.

Who are you, you pathetic minion of the dark?

You can't win, there are two of us.

Where do i know you from?

Dolash didn't like what was going on. Fraktusk was slowly building up rage, but Dolash didn't think Fraktusk had noticed yet. Silus seemed to be slightly confused by the setting, but this just translated into more anger, making him fight harder. That's the problem with Sith, they could make ANY emotion into anger to fuel their fight.

He needed a strategy, something to gain the upper hand against Silus. So he turned to an observer -

- of which he suddenly noticed quite a few. Indeed, practically an audience was forming around the ring, one with a sign saying "Fraktusk 3:16" and another with "Silus for President". At least four seperate giant foam hands were visible.

Dolash shrugged. He turned to an observer, fending off Silus with his off hand, and plucked a mustard packet from a fried-food tray. He squeezed it into Silus's face, who was momentarily blinded (and more then a little angered). Dolash hurled himself against the wire around the ring, letting the force build. Then, as Silus cleared his vision, Dolash lifted his feet and was hurled into the Sith, knocking him to the floor. He heard some sort of 'Ooooh, that's gotta hurt' from the two people commentating the match, but he wasn't quite listening with his head so close to a lightsaber.

"Fraktusk!" He rasped "Come on! Need a little help here!"

Frakutsk took a moment to snicker before he, too, leaped upon Silus.

Unfortunately, Dolash was in the way, but it still produced the desired effect. Now ontop of the dogpile, Frakutsk swung his foot down and kicked Silus's immobilized hand, causing his lightsaber to roll out of it.

Still not convinced that the Sith was fully dogpiled, Frakutsk concentrated on the force, and, quickly, used a force-push to further subdue silus, and prepared to use another if the sith were to try anything... funny.

"Nowsa..." Said Frakutsk, still ontop of the dogpile, "Give up?"