The Dark Lord's first blade easily defended against the attacks. Parrying hard each time. Suddenly, another twin blade seemed to appear from nowhere in his other hand. The blade rose, slashing into the Jedi's torso as his blade was held aside by the Dark Lord's first.

"That looks like it hurts, Jedi."

The Dark Lord began to grin. A blast of energy knocking the Jedi backward into the bulkhead as he attempted to use the Force to strangle the Dark Lord.

The sound of crunching bones echoed through the chamber, easily distracting the Jedi from his attempt to use the Force against the Dark Lord of the Sith.

"Give up now, and perhaps.. I will let you live."

Stands up and draws fully on the Force.

"That wasn't a good idea."

He threw a bolt of Spark of the Lightsade at Maim to distract him. Bounds speedely at Maim. His lightsaber sliding by the Sith's and slashing into the mans shoulder at the joint.

"Pain is an enemy or is a friend. Makes no difference to me."

He moved out of range of the Siths sabers, and used the Force to smack the Sith against the wall.

The Dark Lord easily managed to avoid the Jedi's repeated attack. Spinning, his blade once more easily parried that of his foe. As the Force sends him hurling across the room, the Dark Lord positions himself, kicking off the wall.

Landing silently, in a crouch, he slowly stood once more.

"Yes, good.. release your anger. Your hate will make you powerful."

Slowly the Dark Lord began to stalk forward once more.

"Come now, finish what you began when you struck the first blow, Jedi."

Kamon smiled.

"Fool. Anger is a tool to us Rogues. Are codes aren't exactly the same."

He used matter tear to rip a hole in the floor underneath of Maim. Then, while he was distracted, jumped in and sliced Maim's other shoulder.

"I fight for honor and for Whisper. Try and stop me."

The Dark Lord, who had actually been levitating the entire time, had no trouble remaining so above the hole in the floor. One of his free blades easily parried that of his foe off and to the side. As his left blade pushed the attacking one away, his other came in and sliced again at the Jedi's torso, creating a seared X in the man's midsection.

Maim floated over above the remaining floor once again and chuckled, still remaining undamaged.

"You are no longer a Rogue Jedi. You are a Dark Jedi. You have given in to hatred and rage. You have attacked first. You have fought using your anger as a weapon. You, like your companion, have made yourself mine."

The Dark Lord merely grinned, remaining ready for whatever the Jedi thought to try next.

Kamon laughed.

"The code of the Rogue Jedi allows me to attacks first. I needn't hesitate in my assault. Besides, your wounds have not harmed me. You see, they are already healed."

He bounded in and sliced at the Sith then pressed his hand to the mans torso and fired a blast of Spark of the Lightside. Then, he was gone. Or was he?

He had moved into the shadows around the edges of the room. He had a new goal in mind. Keeping to the shadows, he moved slowly around the room. He slid out of the shadows right behind Jax.

"Hand her over, or he dies." He said to Maim.

All the Jedi heard was a click.

Then, without warning, a stun bolt was fired behind the Imperial Sovereign Protector from the heavy modified blaster beneath his death black cloak.

Then, with speed beyond that of the human eye to see, the Sovereign Protector spun, taking the Jedi's saber in hand and ripping it into his own grasp.

"You forget yourself, Jedi. You are up against the Dark Lord and an Imperial Sovereign Protector, not to mention a Sith Lord. Your skills are no match for us. I specifically gave you the opportunity to face my Lord alone. You have chosen to invite me to this battle. Now suffer the consequences."

With that, the Sovereign Protector took up an offensive stance, the Jedi's blade now firmly in his possession.

The Dark Lord of the Sith stalked forward, calling the powers of the Darkside of the Force to him. His aura casting an Erie darkness over the area. As if the light was afraid to shine in his presence.

He stalked his prey like any other predator.

"That was a big mistake, Jedi."

He said to the unconscious man on the floor.

"Jax, throw him in the brig. Ensure he has no weapons or tools and that his cell is surrounded by Ysalamiri."

"Yes, my Lord." came the reply.

Not more than ten minutes later, the deed was done.

Kamon woke up in the brig of the ship. He was beat up terribly. He drew on the Force, nut it wasn't there.

He swore. Ysalimiri lined the area outside the cell. What was he to do. He yelled in frustration at the situation he was in. Through all his power not even he could break himself out of his cell.

He had to get free. He had to save Whisper. He would rather die than see her suffer. Even if it was under Jax's mind control. There had to be a way.

Jax stood outside the cell door.

"Good morning, sunshine." He said coldly, a heavy modified blaster trained at the man's head.

"You have a choice to make. You die, or whisper does. One of you will, and you get the good luck of choosing which."

He grinned, waiting for a reply from the broken and beaten Jedi.