Dirk felt the presence of Luis wishing him luck. That made him happy, for he didn't have time to argue about running off half-cocked into the factory. He glanced around looking for the door he wanted, somewhere around here was a computer station that controlled the blast doors... if could open them the entire factory plus would be utterly destroyed.

Dirk ran along at a terrific speed, past stunned guards and broken machines. One guard, however, did have time to fire. A bolt whizzed past Dirk, blowing a piece of machinery loose, the broken piece landed at Dirk's feet, tripping him. At the vast speed in which he was going, the fall was horrible. Blood streamed from his face, arms, chest, legs, and any other area that had hit the ground.

Dirk struggled to hit feet, batting blaster shots back with his saber. He clenched his teeth and closed his mind against the pain. Far above him he saw a catwalk that led to a large steel door, "That must be it", he thought to himself. Giving a mighty jump he lept high into the air, landing on the catwalk. With no hesitation he slit the door with his saber.

1:30 seconds remaining. He ran forward into the room, sure enough here was the blast door controlls. A guard ran in behind him and was cut in twain by the saber. Twirling the lightsaber he jammed it into the computer, severing cables and opening the blast doors as the circuts fried.

1:00 remaining. He looked about the room for a way out and found a large glass window opening into a courtyard below. He yelled and hurled himself through the window, reaching out through the force to slow his fall. He came up and glanced around. He was in a closed courtyard with no way out. Over in the corner were three Skispray Blastboats, engines running as guards and workers hurried into the them.

:30 seconds remaining. He ran to the nearest ship, slamming his lightsaber home into the heart of the pilot. He reached through the force and pushed the loading group out of the way, where they landed in a heap on the floor. Leaping into the ship, he flicked on the final engine sequence and lifted the ship into a hover. He rotated the ship, lasers and torpedos blasting the guards, factory, and other ships.

0:00 seconds remaining, detonation. The entire facilty began to rumble and shake as flames engulfed it and explosions shook it. Dirk slammed the ship into gear, whizzing through the flames that shot high into the sky. The terrible heat seared through the ship, and he could tell the outside of the plane was aflame.

Even with jedi calming and pain control techniques, Dirk was begining to weave in and out of conciousness. He turned the ship towards where they had come from and took it in low and slow.

As the ship skimmed the ground, he through himself from it, landing on the ground as the ship whizzed into the air and exploded with a bang.

He lay there, assessing the damage. He was bleeding from almost every pore, his hands were burnt from the heat of the controll stick, at least three of his ribs were broken from the fall, and his leg was in an akward position.

"Luis, Hanix, I am here...", he shot out telepathicly, even as darkness enveloped his conciousness.

Luis grunted and clutched his chest. His connection to his padawan was strong, strong enough that he felt his pain physically as well as mentally. He reached out through the force, and broke into a sprint in the direction where Dirk was. Tears welled in the Knights eyes despite his efforts to fight them, why did he let Dirk go on his own? he should have accompianied him.

The scenery around him was a sheer blur as his speed increased, leaving Hanix and Omoi behind. He could sense Dirk getting closer and closer. He skidded to a halt and ran manually and instantly fell to his knees at Dirks side.

He looked at Dirks bleeding body and reaching into his mind. He was alive, but severly injured. He took a second to appraise Dirks other injuries. He sensed a broken leg and three broken ribs as well as severe lacerations on all areas, burns on the hands and face.

He calmed himself and placed his hands on Dirks chest. Using the force as an anaesthetic, sending soothing tendils into his Padawans mind and body:

"C'mon Dirk, stay with me"

He mumbled as he halted the bleeding, struggling hard to maintain the hold on all of the lacerations. He closed his eyes, focusing on his task. It proved effective and Dirks physical lacerations began to heal. The skin regrowing over newly formed tissue. Dirk burns, too, began to shrink and new flesh grew over.

With Dirks lacerations healed, there was only the breaks to be dealt with. And Luis did not have sufficient power to heal them well, only heal them slightly and hold them in place until a healer could be found. He numbed Dirks chest and leg and set about putting it in a splint.

Grabbing two straight branches from a dead tree nearby, he tied them together with a strip of cloth and his belt. He made sure it was all straight, sensing it through the force. His brow ruffled, it was slightly off, he telekinetically adjusted the broken bone, taking care not to hurt Dirk too much. When he was satisfied, he used all his power to set it in place. It wouldn't stay and would break easily, but it was the best he could do right now. When they got back to the Praxeum, it would be healed fully.

-- Naboo --

A boarding ramp hissed and creaked as it slowly closed and was blocked out by the noise of an engine roaring as it started up. A old cargo ship slowly lifted off from a small docking bay on the planet.. after a half an hour or so, the freighter was cleared with planetary security and had passed through the planet's atmosphere, then jumped into hyperspace.

A figure slipped through the shadows of the dim cargo hold of the freighter.. he approached the door that led out of the room he now stood in and found the control pad. He punched in the 'open' button and the durasteel door hissed as it opened and slid away into the wall then closed as he passed through the doorway.

He continued through the ship until he reached the cabin. The door slid open and he stepped inside. The pilot swore under his breath as he found the cold barrel of a pistol against the side of his skull.

Onderon System..

The pilot said nothing but began to adjust the coordinates he had entered before.. Sauron gave a slight nod before takeing another few steps forward out of the doorway, punching in the code to lock the door then sat down, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the dash as the ship re-entered hyperspace for Onderon..


-- Onderon System --

Several days had passed since he had came to this ship and taken control over it.. six, eh maybe seven days. The ship had continued non-stop in flight towards the system called Onderon except for two short stops on seperate planets over the journey simply to refuel the freighter. He had run into several members of the crew during this time, all of those which he had killed.. the details were not important.. only two other men were aboard this ship.. both who were simply merchants.. not even carrying a weapon with them..

The pilot, a Correlian man went by the name of Ralitar, approached him that day and told him they were nearby the planet Onderon, hanging just a bit above the planet's atmosphere. He also told him that there was a fleet a bit of a distance away from them, around the other side of the planet.. they hadn't passed directly by them so he wasn't sure whether the fleets there had spotted the ship but being the capitol class ships of the fleet had much better quality radar equipment it was most likely they had.

What do you want me to do?

Sauron said nothing as he turned away and headed towards the cabin and looked over the radar screens for a few moments. He sent a comm to the ISD2 known as the Immortal, then told the pilot to dock the ship on the planet Onderon..

A bit of time passed before the old freighter finally landed, and the boarding ramp opened with a hiss... Ralitar had exited the ship and ran a check over the freighter as he looked around the landing site as well. Sauron turned and headed away from the ship around the same time the pilot had turned to board the freighter again. Sauron stopped short and spoke..

Ralitar..

Yes?

In an instant, he spun around to face the man, the pistol in his right hand. The muzzle flashed once and a lead bullet spiraled forward until it pierced the man's gut, sending him stumbleing backwards until he finally fell to the deck of the freighter. The wound was simply meant to leave the man there to die.. he didn't aim for a quick and painless death.. and even if.. the man made his way back to the cabin, he would find the interior and controls were damaged badly.. maybe enough to get the man off planet.. but no where past there.. Sauron chuckled as he turned and headed away from the ship..

GoodBye..

He continued walking around the area for a few moments, before he sent out a message through the Force.. his skill through the Force was much less than his skill physically so the message would possibly not reach Lord Chaos or the other Sith on planet.. but eh.. he would find the other members of TDC with or without it..

Max sat in the back of the ship glaring out the window, a door opened behind him and he turned and glared towards the person, who turned out to be the co-pilot.

"Sir, we are approaching Onderon, we will be landing shortly."

The co-pilot, turned and walked out the door. Max jumped to his feet and looked at Jude and Razer.

"Looks like we've arrived."

He walked towards the window and looked back out as they descended down towards Onderon. As the ship landed Max opened the ramp and motioned for the others to follow. He grabbed a comm and sent a message to Sedriss.

**Dark Lord, we have arrived on Onderon. Tedryn Sha and a few of his acolytes attacked me, they are followers of Malice and I killed them all.**

The temple of Iziz was a myriad of chambers and tunnels, each leading to different parts of the ancient structure. The jedi master navigated the maze with finality, relying on his instinct, just as his former Master Mace Windu had instructed him. The farther they moved, the higher they ascended, soon straddling a suspension bridge. The panoramic view was breathtaking, showing the two masters all of the surrounding area.

His eyes gazed at Rhianna Skywalker, a powerful master and a very good friend. Besides his fiance Dyani Spark, their was no one he would rather be with in such a situation. The meeting of their eyes was soon interrupted by the sick feeling of a tainted soul. Odon stumbled slightly, catching the rail of the bridge, regaining his form and leveling his cool green eyes at the monstrosity before him.

Mandrake watches as the Jedi Master and the two padawans seperated. The padawans stayed put as the two Masters walked out of sight. Mandrake looked over to Silus and smiled. He knew that the time to strike was now. Mandrake's eyes glowed red and then he spoke,"The time to attack is now, Silus. We must make quick and easy work of them. They must not be able to alert anyone."

Mandrake leaps out of the shadows and lands in front of the two Padawans. He quickly pulls out his lightsaber and ignites both ends. The red energy beams shot out with the usual sound. The Sith looked back and forth between the two and just smiled. Mandrake's face and figure were still concealed by his hooded cloak. The only thing that the two could see was the glowing red eyes that were gleaming back at them. Mandrake smiled and then spoke,"You two have come far enough. Your mission ends here."

Mandrake looks at the both Lily and Justin. He could only smile at the two. Mandrake had been trained for the longest time and knew that he was ready to take on these two Padawans by himself, but there was no need for it since Silus was there to aid him. Mandrake just stared at the two, he was waiting for Silus to help him in the battle that was about to take place.

The snap-hiss sound of a lightsaber came from next to Mandrake. Silus merely stared at the Padawans, and smiled. He could sense their fear.

He had no words for them. Only his cold gaze from beneath his hood, and the humm of the red blade at his side. He began to focus his hatred of the Jedi, preparing for the Padawans.

Moving as one with Odon, Rhianna found the Temple breathtaking in it's architecture, but the feeling of being watched did not cease. The deeper into the Temple they got the more the scent of old death filled her nostrils.

As they began to cross the bridge a new scent met her, a living scent. They were definatly not alone. Meeting Odon's eyes she took comfort that she was not alone. Odon was like a father to her in many ways which strengthened her confidence. For a brief second she had a flickered vision of Kale pass through her mind as if a message had been sent from where ever he was.

Her eyes broke from Odon's as she too felt the malevolent presence. Overwhelmed by the darkness of it she winced. Rhianna's hands slid down her sides to the hilt at each hip. It seemed they weren't the only beings who were seeking the Codex here.

Though somehow disheartened by the dark figure before them she stood at the ready. Whatever their fate was this day she would meet it with honor.

Lily watched as Oden and Rhianna left. Then suddenly a sith jumped in front of her and Justin. She felt the hatred flowing threw his veins. She could not see his face just his red glowing eyes. He then spoke with such hatred "You two have come far enough. Your mission ends here." Then another sith walked up next to the first. He didn't speak but Lily knew that he wanted to kill her.
She smiled. "Don't you know that Darkness never triumhps over light? Light breaks threw the darkness like rushing water. It is impossable for dark to deafet light. When a light shines into the darkness all the shadows and darkness flee. If the darkness steps into the light the darkness is gone. You are about to attack light with dark. Who do you think is going to win? Are you sure you want to do this?"

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