Final Judgement.

[Jayce Vitulas]

The day was finally done. The healing process that Master Monarch had promised would take two days, was done in one. Though Jayce could feel small numbness in his hands, he would press on. His dream of obtaining Electric Judgement had come true and now the hard part begins, mastering it. The young Gray Jedi knew it would take years to perfect, but being able to use it frequently would be the next step of the plan. The day was cold. Even with the sun high in the sky, the clouds surrounding it, closing in on it, made the air splinter with frigid weather. With this density, Jayce felt as though he could replicate the same actions as before. Picturing the electricity in his hands, the coursing light within his palm and the feeling of it running through his body. He held out his hand and saw the black lightning dance across his fingers. A smile pierced the stern look that was plastered on his face. I have finally done it. Looking to a boulder across from him, Jayce extended his fingers. Lightning sprung forth, like a Poison Spitter shooting venom at its prey. Releasing himself from the concentrated state, Jayce raised his hand, stopping the lightning. Looking upon the boulder, he saw heavy scorch marks imprinted into the rock. The smile grew bigger.

Jayce's eyes soon landed on Master Monarch. The old Gray Jedi looked please but concerned.

"You've seemed to have gotten the hang of that technique. Is it still affecting you physically?"

"Oh yes. My hand feels as if I shoved it into a pit of knives," Jayce replied.

"Well don't push yourself too hard. Don't want..." Monarch watched as Jayce's arm went limp.

"Oh." Jayce mumbled as he collapsed.

"Crap." Monarch began to wist his knuckles. Loud cracking noises began to follow. "Guess I'll get back to healing."

Jayce laid there as the old Gray Jedi began his therapeutic treatment. The young man's eyes opened, barely.

"Master." His voice was shaky. "Is there more I can do with the lightning?"

"What do you mean?" the old master asked while he tried to concentrate.

"Is there more techniques that come with Electric Judgement?"

"There are many forms to Force Lightning. Some are more focused towards the dark side, but some can be mastered in a neutral state."

"I have an idea but first I need to use this black lightning without almost dying." His eyes began to close again.

"What is this idea?" Before Jayce could answer, he passed out. "Okay then, see you in a few hours."

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Two days prier to the awakening.​

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Flynt Ravac, the Jedi Master of the Galactic Republic, stood at the helm of his Republican Battlecruiser. He looked at the stars in the black space that surrounded them. Where have you gone you bastards. Ravac thought to himself, as he does often now. The Jedi's mind was on the search for the two rogue force users, whom had evade him after the battle on the space station. It had been a week and a half since Jasper told him the location of the two rogues. Her tracking device showed them that the location to be on Lahn. An interesting place to say the least. I wonder how they are progressing? Doesn't matter. No amount of training will save them from my fury. Justice will be swift. The bay doors opened, the crew looked to see who had entered. Kayle walked onto the bridge. The young man held a clipboard and walked directly towards Master Ravac.

"Sir." Kayle saluted. "Commander Varus wanted me to show you this. Jasper has set our eta at one month and five days."

"That long?!" A vein sprouted from Ravac's head as the words spewed from his lips.

"Yes sir. Apologies but we need time. The ship is old and needs repairs and Roman is still recovering from the battle. Plus, you are still badly injured. You need rest sir" Kayle was taken back from the look of rage.

"Very well then. I will use this time to meditate." Ravac placed his hands behind his back and looked out to the stars once again.

"Sir." Another salute and Kayle left the bridge."

In his moment of peace, Ravac looked towards the force. Please guide me through this. I need you more, now than ever.... I don't think I can wait for our next battle. Victory is so close.

[member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Orion Darkstar]

The world around him had vanished, stuck in his never-ending struggle to contain his power. The light at the center of the room expanded through the daunting darkness of his mind's lair. The light at the center grew with intensity, it's clear palette began to shift into a darkened hue of purple. The sound of zapping static garnered in his head. Lost to its allure he stepped forward into the purple shade, the sudden shock in his arm made it apparent that the purple orb of lightning at the center of his own chamber rejected him.

His own mind was telling him he wasn't ready. This was something he refused to believe he had the power and he'd focused solely on the control of what now was in front of him. it was buried deep, within him and every fiber of his being told him to grasp hold of the electrifying monster at the center of his mind prison. He had awakened, not only in the dark side, but the very core of the force coveted him. It was no longer a link that he had to tug to obey him, he merely knew he was one with the force.

Stepping into the light his hair rose, the static enveloping him as stings of electrical currents began to attach to him. Sinking deep into his skin he felt it, not the pain, but the dark side of the force clinging to him like a magnet. One last step and the purple plasma would be his for the taking, reaching out he gripped onto the wraith-like apparition of his own power. Intangible and weightless a bright burst of energy filled the room. The darkness vanished, the purple streaks of lightning splashed the outskirts of the room, piercing every shred of empty abyss throughout. He had done it, he no longer had to be cautious. The pulsating vibrations could even be felt on Lahn as he sat still and motionless. Breaking free a bright light reached him, his eyes opening to the crashing waves below. The tide had risen, splashing water into the air like a misty haze. His training for now was complete, at least until he molded it into his own personal weapon of chaos.

Kevros felt it, the eyes of another examining him with hate.

Vize had been leaning against the rock for a better part of twenty minutes before Kevros woke. His attitude showed and the utensils in his hand were clearly for Kevros' injuries from before they reached Lahn. Any longer and Kevros wouldn't be any good in a fight regardless of his new power. His knee needed the injections, without them it wouldn't ever heal in the weeks they had before finding Master Ravac and his band of impudent soldiers.

"Lord Kevros, Cid got to the extraction point in time. I need to administer the injections now.." Vize's voice seemed to take a cocky tone, even more so his expression showed frustration.

Kevros refused to speak to him, nothing he could say would make it right. Instead he nodded towards Vize. Kevros stretched his leg out from the rock and watched as Vize slammed the long needle into his leg. Visceral in his action, Vize cared little for Kevros' agenda. he knew deep down that Beth's death should have been the first priority. Instead to Vize, all Kevros did was sit on a rock. Finishing up Vize threw the package of paper to the wind, the salty breeze reminding them of the ocean close by.

Turning away from Kevros he choked up the tears soon to come. Vize felt betrayed and worse he knew Kevros care little for their loss. Judgmental and crude in his thoughts, he made for the Interceptor.

Kevros had not seen Monarch or Jayce in three whole days during his personal exercise. As such he was clueless to the smell of burning minerals, like hot coals to the flame. He scanned the area for the source of the smell. Just over the in the distances he spotted a tiny trail of smoke reaching the sky. Squinting he could make out a pitch black mark in the center of a giant rock in front of Master Monarch's hut.

Has Jayce attained it?

This was his only thought, looking up to the bright blue sky he could only assume it was noon. The heat from the distant sun seared his eyes, his golden mask shimmering the light back towards it. Kevros had achieved something greater than power....

The ability to wait.

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2 weeks later...​

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Two weeks and the lessons from Monarch began to prove useful. Kevros had been thinking of all interesting ways to mold his force lightning to his advantage. Everything about lightning made him think of the natural way it manifested in mother nature. This brought him to what Monarch called, Force Storm. The idea behind it was to summon a massive explosion of electric energy within a particular radius of its user. This was something the Kevros truly sought to make his own. However, even after weeks of the process, Kevros showed little promise. This, however did not deter his continued dedication to the final goal.

The table was wooden and like most things Monarch owned, looked old and used. The piles of books lying about had made him question Monarch's ability to clean. The old force user was far more adept at the arts of force lightning and as such, Kevros, unfortunately needed him. The smell of fresh baked food lifted to his nose as he looked down at the meal. The stew mixture in the clay bowl in front of him looked chunky. The smell of it reminded him of his old chef's cooking back at home in the Kovani Manor. The sweet basil topping made him smile, his mask no longer hiding his face. Delicate and pale his face held a simple bone structure, except for his jaw lines. Strong and defined his cheekbones were lifted high. His dark black hair was long and thick. Kevros placed his arms to the side and waited for Jayce to join the table as Monarch poured more stew from the large pot into another bowl, mainly for himself as he sucked his teeth.

Food had been an afterthought for the longest time. Vize had gone to the small town cantina again and Cid was working on repairs to the Interceptor. As far as Taric, he soon would join them for the meal Monarch prepared.

Savior the peace and comfort Kevros knew it wouldn't last.

The worst was yet to come...

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

The smell was intoxicating, it lingered in the small shack for hours. The feast was but a tiny bowl of stew that had been on the fire for hours. The meat of unknown origin filled Jayce's mouth with love and tenderness, that it almost made him collapse with delight. It was the first real meal in weeks and every bite was a gift from the gods. Smooth tasteful lumps of flesh, drenched in broth, slid down his throat with elegance and bliss. On the side, mounds of bread encompassed a plate in the middle of the table. Each loaf was as soft as fur, it swelled when dipped into the stock and enhanced the flavor all the same. Tears began to roll down Jayce's face because he knew, it would be the last decent meal for a long time.

Across the table, he looked directly at Kevros. The Golden Mask was removed and made him look naked. Jayce had never before seen the Sith's face. He looked like a human, but previous knowledge warned Jayce not to mention that fact. Kevros was a proud man who was known to hate the similarities he shared with humans. And to think this man is my new friend. Jayce chuckled to himself. Their adventure together has indeed been a long one, he hoped it wouldn't end. Jayce's eyes soon turned to the wooden ceiling above. The lights danced on it, much like the spotlights of Coruscant, flickering on the buildings. The room felt like home, smelt like it and sounded like it. Quiet laughter enveloped the compact space. Monarch was making jokes and watched the tiny chuckles coming from Jayce. It was soothing to say the least.

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A mile away from Monarch's shack.​

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Taric had journeyed from the ship and made a slight detour. He walked along the beach, the waves crashed along the shore close to him. Finding a small stone, he knelt down and moved his hand towards it. Stroking the rough pebble that laid at his feet. Throwing the stone into the air, catching it dramatically and casting it into the sea. It glided across the sea, bouncing three times before sinking to the bottom. Taric was puzzled. His look showed worry and confusion. The small lines on his face began to increase as his thoughts began to resonate inside of his head. Looking down at his hands, the look of worry soon began to change into horror. Resting in his palms was a holo transmitter that soon dimmed. He didn't think it would be coming so soon. His destiny would shortly be revealed.

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Back at Monarch's shack.​

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Jayce was enjoying his moment of reprieve. The training had become one blackout after another. It was life threatening work but he pressed forward. Every moment using Electric Judgement was a dream come true and excitement engulfed his eyes. What once started as a small dream in the Temple of Illumination, was now a reality. Jayce felt like every breath was infused with lightning, the taste was sweet. Through years of practice, he could use the technique at will. For now, it was a long ways away.


Taric entered the tiny shack. Jayce glanced at the entrance and nodded at Taric with respect. The thoughts of Electric Judgement still twirled in his mind. What more could I do to increase my power?

Jayce's thoughts soon turned to Master Flynt Ravac, the man who had become a pain in the Gray Jedi's ass. Kevros seemed to do well against Ravac but not in a one on one fight. Jayce's memory of how the young Sith's body flew across the station and knocked the old man out of his shoes. Jayce's laughter illuminated the room, so much so that Monarch began to look with questioning eyes. To Jayce, the idea of another fight with Ravac was another chance to redeem himself. Jimmy was cut down do to the Gray Jedi's rage and it was all caused by the Master Jedi. Though the young man prevailed over Ravac, it wasn't clean enough for his liking. Jayce wanted to strike him down. He was leaning more toward electrocution. Remembering the time in the temple, where the Jedi Master cooked him like a steak, brought some hateful feelings into his mind. But, thinking back to his training, he let go. The Gray Jedi understood why Ravac hated him now. Killing his apprentice was something that was unnecessary at the time. More conversation could have prevented that turnout, but at the same time, she was also to blame. Valara was doing her duty but she stuck first. Her lack of communication did little to help the outcome. Her life might have been spared, had she just given up the book when the chance was presented to her. That was the past though, it was time to look towards the future. Had the temple never of happened, Jayce would have never met Kevros or Master Monarch.

The young man looked to Kevros again, a grimace look glazed over his face. "We need to get back to training."

[member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Orion Darkstar]

The savory cream slipped down his throat, the taste of garlic and butter assuring him that the meal wouldn't be forgotten. The fact that Monarch was capable of such an amazing feat made Kevros rethink his worth. Maybe there was more to the old man than just the force. Tipping his tarnished bronze bowl upward he drank the broth with little effort. Wiping his face with the white cloth on his side showed his manners. Coming from a rich family, no matter how corrupt, taught him manners beyond his years.

The thought of tearing his teeth into the bread spoke to him as he snatched a piece from the oval plate at the center. He turned his head to the side and found Jayce peering at him, to what he owed the attention was beyond him. Then it hit him, his mask wasn't on, thanks to the food in front of them. Smirking he bit into the bread, a burst of cold wind sweeping in from the night's embrace.

"Taric, you're late." Kevros barked as he went to take a gulp of his drink.

"Yes, Lord Kevros, I was just preparing a few things before I came over."

"Well. Where I come from if you don't get to the table on time you don't eat." Kevros' tone changed from relaxed to commanding.

He never thought of himself as the general type and in truth the band of soldier with him, while useful, proved more of a crutch to him. His mask wasn't present and even then his face grew sinister. His green eyes turning to slits as he stared into Taric's purple eyes, a trait from his Keshiri race.

Taric went to open his mouth but before he could even explain himself, Kevros stood. The wooden seat beneath him crashing to the floor. His pale hands clenched at his side and he restrained himself from ruining Monarch's well prepared dinner. Clenching his teeth tightly, his jaw line popped outward, the structure of it a sight to behold.

"Get out.."

Taric knew better, he had known that Kevros didn't take kindly to disrespect when it came to formalities. Pissed and grunting Taric turned for the door. It didn't matter to Taric anyways, he originally didn't want to dine with them to begin with. His main priority was his crew and preparing for any incoming threats. Spiting into the sand he marched back to the ship.

Embarrassed for his comrades rudeness he apologized to Master Monarch. Of course to Monarch, Kevros was too harsh. Such were the ways of the Sith.

Angered and slowly reaching for the chair he placed it underneath the table and thanked Monarch for the food. As he walked behind Jayce he heard the magical words.

"We need to get back to training."

Kevros couldn't think back to a time since he had acted out of place at a fine table. His youth had taught him order, pride and structure. Furious with his predicament he waved his hand forward, the wooden door to Monarch's shack opening by his will. Stepping out into the night's cold breeze made him calmer. The sweet sound of the rushing waves soothed him, teasing him to go back to his ruthless training.

Something tugged at him, as if the force cried out to his very being. Thoughts began to spiral in his mind.

Why was Taric late? The ship is literally right near us... And what preparations? Everything was taken care of by Cid, he's the one doing maintenance right now.. Is Taric hiding something?

Kevros contemplated on the thought, it was dangerous to think that Taric a fairly loyal soldier would double cross him. Maybe it was nothing, but on the other end of the spectrum he wasn't in the fight at the Space station. Where did he go exactly and why didn't he tell Kevros of his whereabouts after Beth's death?

Lingering questions were dangerous....

Betrayal, however, was even more threatening.

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

Watching Kevros leaving gave Jayce the determination he needed to get out of his wooden stool. The food was satisfying enough to keep his stomach at bay for at least another few days. Cool night air rushed through his very being and made the warmth of the tiny shack all but forgotten. Complacent with the change of temperature, the training would finally start again. Moving closer to the beach, the breeze sweeped over the blackened water. The night sky was picture perfect with the stars seeming brighter than they have in days. On the shore of this great body of water, Jayce was ready to use Electric Judgement without losing to much energy. Calling upon the force within him, he willed the strength to proceed. A large tree, which held lushes red apples, rested on a hill five meters away. Though it would be a crime to ignite such a beautiful tree, the exercise must continue. Then a thought popped into the young man's head. Instead of attacking the whole tree, why not just aim for an apple? The idea was intriguing.

<<If you wish to learn control, I suggest using that method.>>

"Okay master, you can get out of my head now," Jayce scoffed.

The target was set. Jayce planted himself into the sand. His black boots were soon engulfed in tiny sprinkles of glittering minerals. The wind seemed to blow harder with every breath he took. Raising his right hand from his side, he remembered the sensation he felt for so long. Black sparks began to erupt from the tips of his fingers. Aiming, concentrating, willing it forward. A burst of onyx light darkened the area that surrounded the Gray Jedi. Lightning crackled forth, directly towards the lush apple tree. Unfortunately, it missed its mark and began to set the lumber ablaze.

In the distance, Monarch looked on, hoping it would hit the fruit. Sadness washed over him. Not for the loss of a precious resource, but for his new apprentice. He knew Jayce had high aspirations, but this might crush his spirit. The opposite was true. Jayce glanced at the smoking tree. He used the force to grasp a huge chunk of water from the lake, and cast it over the blaze. The fire died and left a smoking carcass in its wake. I will try again till I succeed. On the smoldering lumber, there was a branch struggling to hold on. Jayce concentrated on that branch, trying to pin point when it would fall. His fingers erupted with the onyx lightning again. The branch snapped off what remained of the once beautiful apple tree, falling steadily to the ground. Before it had a chance to make it however, it was stuck by the lightning and sent flying off into the night sky.

It happened. Jayce had finally controlled his ability. Much was still needed to master this art but in that moment, he had taken another step. His eyes were soon stuck to Monarch. The blue eyes began to show signs of tears swelling inside them. With a nod and a smile, Monarch showed his respect to the young Gray Jedi. He had accomplished his dream and was now in control of his body. His days of sleeping on the cold, unforgiving soil were over. That is, unless he pushed his body even further.

Monarch, impressed with Jayce's progress, soon found himself peering at Kevros to see what feats he had willed with his training.

[member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Orion Darkstar]

The stars were brighter than the last time he had looked up at them. Lahn in its full beauty, came at night. The bright moon reflected off the calming ripples of water below. The sand imprinted with footsteps leading back to the same rock he always sat on. Still and quiet he stood, looking out at the sea. The thoughts that swirled in his mind were both dangerous and calculating. Like solving a puzzle he eventually would get to a conclusion. Only, there wasn't time for that. focusing on his training was of the utmost importance.

Since he was off the medication and his knee was fully healed, Kevros knew that anything that came at him would have ample trouble. Stronger and fierce was his resolve.

Lifting his hand to the air, his fingers stretched for the moon. The rush of static tingles coursing through his veins became apparent. His crazy hairstyle lifted, like daggers his black tendrils of hair flapped in the wind. The force imbued him with such control and power. A tiny spark of purple electricity began to crackle, his fingers conjuring it from deep within him. Kevros didn't hide his expression this time, unmasked and grinning he let out a loud yell.

"Ahhh!"

Like a storm in the middle of the night, bright forms of purple cirrus expanded outward. The sound of the zapping around him made everything feel better. His anger, vented from Taric's rude behavior. The lightning sprung forwards as it struck the water below. Finally dissipating, the purple streaks of electrical currents traveled on top of the water. The lightning danced like swans to his own melody.

The display was something Kevros had longed to see. His training had become more of a success than he had thought. Achieving such a feat wasn't easy and the fact that he still had to mold such power into a true storm encouraged him.

Turning to Monarch he felt it, the pits of his stomach dropping. Like an anchor it halted his movement. There was something missing, something off about Master Monarch he couldn't put his finger on. The fact that Taric might be up to no good was already a bad thing, the last thing he needed was Monarch to do the same.

Trust wasn't built on sticks or stones, instead relationships had to be worked on. This was something Kevros had not done with the old man. Jayce on the other hand, took a liking to him. Although, still, even as Kevros stared at him in the distance he felt it, the stinging urges of the dark side.

Something was terribly wrong....

But what?

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

His pupils witnessed the birth of another's progress. Kevros had unleashed his technique of force lightning, the violet tendrils unleashed upon the lake behind. It was the first steps to a larger picture, the beginning to revenge.

The ripples in the body of water began to increase in size. Sea life beneath found it hard not to look at the enticing glow above, death followed swiftly. Any creature that dared move to close to surface, was broiled in an instant. Another resource that would be made useless in time. Unfortunately, the sacrifice was for a greater purpose, it was to protect them from the fiend closing in on the planet. Though the enemy paraded around like a hero, he was nothing more than a fly swatter seeking new victims to slam into an early grave. These boys however, have made great strides in their power. The judgement in the stars was child's play compared to now. Though they were not at master level, they had the capacity to adapt quicker than the aging Jedi. Ravac started a war and it was about to comeback to him with heavy force.

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Ravac's Battlecruiser, exactly a few days before the battle would commence.​

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Eyes peered over the assortment of weaponry that laid across the fine marble counter top. A DL-44 Blaster, a common choice for most soldiers due to its high reliability, sat at the edge of the table. One RPS-6 Rocket Launcher, covered most of the marble that sat beneath it. A Training remote to keep the troop's skills fresh. A wide variety of ammunition. Finally, a A280 Blaster Rifle, being lightly polished by Roman. It was his weapon of choice, it had helped turn the tides in many of his combat simulations before he joined Varus' crew. He watched as Kayle's eyes fluttered with excitement over everything being prepared for the up coming battle. Jeremy and Jasper stood at the corner of the room, talking battle strategy and back up plans, should the fight go south. Jasper was not journeying with the Master Jedi, it was not sanctioned by the Republic and she didn't want to deal with the paper work that went with it. She relaid all of her information to Jeremy because he was the best suited to carry out the plans for a swift victory. His days as an Imperial Officer before joining the squad made him an excellent tactician. Commander Varus walked into the heavy lit room. The panels leaked from terrible plumbing construction, it would occasionally smell like a dead mole rat if left unchecked.

"Soldiers! Stand at attention!" screamed Jasper, as Varus made his appearance.

"At ease." He tilted his hand slightly as he raised it high in the air. The old war Commander walked directly towards the weapons cabinet. The sleek oak-like wood engraved with the squads signature motto: If you must die, die firing. As Varus opened the doors, a light seemed to touch his worn wrinkled face. Though it wasn't really there, the usual gang saw it to be there. Jasper didn't see any light, but how could she? She was just a guest in this unit of brothers. Varus' back was facing them, as he turned, so did their moods. What was once a calm and relaxing environment, now turned to excitement and awe. The Commander revealed his prized possession, the DL-18 Blaster Pistol. Unlike the common foot soldier one however, this one had a solid gold handle, engraved with words that held a special place in Varus' heart. "To my brother in arms. -Smalls." What was short in length, held appreciation among everyone in Varus' command. Smalls was the first soldier to be put into Varus' leadership. The first to be promoted after many years of long wars and many struggles during his time. He was killed in a war against a Mandalorian resistance group, known as Unforsaken Pride. Thousand of Mandalorians screaming Blood for Honor as they changed into battle. Their ferocity knew no bounds. Smalls was able to cut a few down but his squadron was soon taken over, his life stripped away. The DL-18 was his gift to Varus, an act of respect for all that he had learned from his time with the Commander. It was the last piece of his soul and it was in Varus' hands.

Ravac made his way down the corridor. His intentions were to get the ship moving and ready for war. Everything was set for this confrontation, all that was left, was for his crew to bring their hearts into this fight. The bay doors slid open, Varus' squad stood at attention.

"Have all preparations been made?" asked the old Jedi.

The humidity in the ship made the Commander sweat. It almost looked like Ravac was intimidating him. He wasn't. "All is good on our end sir, shall we begin?"

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Two hours before Final Judgement​

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"Jayce, Kevros, come here for a moment." Monarch stood at the entry way of his door. His eyes peered at the two men like a dog at a steak. "I have gifts to present to the both of you when this is all over. When you win, I want you to have them as a job well done."

Jayce glanced at his friend and then to his master. "I would be happy to receive anything you feel I am worthy of." His brow was drenched in sweat, the remains of his training. The Gray Jedi could now use Electric Judgement at will. His midnight black tendrils could not kill as of yet, but they could do some physical damage when contact was made. "Do you sense him coming master? I've felt his intent for hours now. He is coming for blood." Jayce had dreamed of this day. The exercises of training the mind and body had made him wary. He stood strong though. The force that called out to him had lingered in his mind for the past two months on Lahn. Monarch had showed him the path to balance and peace. The planet had showed him that ferocity may win battles but a clear head wins wars. Vigilance and positioning are keys to any great fight.

This will be their final skirmish.

[member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Just Before Confrontation ​

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19:32:12​

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Lahn, The Shores of Stone​

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Kevros observed the tiny box that Monarch Gestured to. There was nothing about the idea that should have made Kevros question his motives. Instead, however, he still felt the gripping strain of the force eating away at his comfort. Monarch had taught them in such a little time.

Was there a price for such a lesson? Monarch always seemed so docile and calm, balanced in the force or not, everyone had their darkside. Kevros shook his head as he turned for the door. The sudden splinter that froze him told him everything he needed to know.

They were here....

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The handheld device showed a tiny pinging dot with a grid of squares indicating longitude and latitude. A sly grin grew on Jeremy's face as he looked up at the sand hill in front of him. Kayle was straggling behind the loads of equipment hoisted on to a hovering vehicle for transport. Along with the equipment were two extra soldiers provided by Jasper before they reached Lahn's surface. Roman being the chump of the squad hand metal clips attached to his battle vest and utility belt. These were to hold the necessities, Water, Food, and of course more grenades. Commander Varus continued to carry on his conversation with Ravac until they reach the hill.

The sound of crashing waves in the distance told them one thing, they found them. Ravac froze for a brief moment, the force ringing in his head. Lifting his fist to the air everyone, including Varus halted. Ravac could taste the darkside drinking it in as he slowly made his way to the breach of the hillside. The Jedi Master popped his head up over the mound and smiled. The golden mask glimmering in the distance, a hut close by. Ravac had his confirmation and retreated to give the report.

"They are two hundred clicks to the south right on the shore. We have two ways in, a frontal or side attack. No backdoor is possible here, well what do you say Varus?" Ravac seemed eager to end the reign of the two who were responsible for killing his dear, Valara. Not only that, something in him felt different.

" Well let's be smart about this...if we attack from both front and side we have a better chance of wounding them before the confrontation even starts general." Varus was no stranger to strategy, the only thing he wanted out of this was a nice pay raise from Ravac.

"Hell with that let's use this bad boy and blow that hut to high hell." Kayle said, tapping onto the RPS-6 Rocket Launcher.

"What is wrong with you Kayle, everyday, its blow this up and this, and THIS! Shut up, already." Jeremy grew excited as he gave Kayle a piece of his mind.

"Enough, you two, Kayle I like your thinking but I think I got a better idea. What if we just have Ravac go alone? Clearly the Sith won't let his men interfere, too much pride."

"What about the Monarch guy? And the Grey Jedi." Roman asked, concerned for his new unit.

"We'll cover him if they interfere."

"Yeah, nothing like making someone dance with a few blaster bolts at someones feet, heh." Jeremy chuckled at the thought.

"Sounds like you guys already decided, well Varus, what's it gonna be?" Ravac asked, a twitch growing in his fingertips, anxious to defeat the two men that forced him here.

"Alright, Ravac you get to have it your way, don't go dying on us. We'll get in position. If anyone comes at yah, my men will take care of them."

Ravac called on the force as he sprung forward with ease reaching the other side of the foothill. Grinning his face showed a unfamiliar expression, anger. Ravac sped forward charging for Kevros, only as quickly as he was spotted Vize fired, they had known they were here, Ravac had rushed into a trap. His saber ignited with the verdant color of a vast jungle and began to deflect the incoming fire. Through the haze of fire Ravac spotted Jayce exiting the hut, Kevros, however escaping at the last moment. Jayce would be his opponent.

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Everyone was in position as Ravac came over the horizon, the Jedi faster than most. Vize scoped in on his rifle and let a few loose. Cid reached for the carbine and planted it sturdy on a rock. Laying in the sand was something Cid didn't like, but surviving was more important. Looking down his sights he waited for the others to come over the ridge, but nothing came.

Taric was frantic looking for what he knew was needed for the sudden fight. tapping on the small button beneath his locker a shelf opened up from below. Reaching in he pressed his finger down on the communication device. Yelling he gave the command.

"I'll take care of them, storm the shore now! I repeat Varus, storm the shore NOW!"

He felt it deep in him, but regretting his decision was no longer an option. Grabbing his blaster pistol he went to exit the ship, blood soon would be spilled....

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

************​

The sun touched down on Lahn a little bit more than it had since the wanderers had arrived. Morning dew dried up quickly when splashed with the suns warm razes. Jayce imagined that the sea would be as warm as a bath. However, a storm was looming over head. Lahn was know for its storms and this one was rolling in faster than usual. The crisp smell of rain hung in the air. Moisture soon followed. This was an ominous sensation. It tingled in the young man's bones, he knew what this storm represented. Ravac had touched down on the planet and was on his way. Clouds began to arise from nothing, rain drops falling from the sky like tears from a weeping baby. It seemed as though the old Jedi Master had brought a hurricane with him. A fitting battle scene to say the least. Jayce's eyes soon moved quickly to the hill in front of Monarch's house. Smoke erupting from behind it, as if it was a dormant volcano unleashing its fury for the first time in centuries. An object soon flew upward into the sky. As it go closer, the clouds got darker. It landed like a meteor and sent the sandy shore spewing into the air. When the dust settled, Master Flynt Ravac took a striking pose. His feet were planted, torso twisted and his green eyes peering into to Jayce's very soul.

"It appears that I have finally found you, old friend." Ravac's voice was hollow and rough sounding. His eyes burning with fiery rage.

"It appears you have, you old fool." Jayce's smile was most grimace. His eyes closed, disregarding his foe's presence. "I'm just surprised it took you so long to find me. I mean really, a Jedi Master can't even hunt down a couple of force users? I guess they'll let anyone have the title of master." His tone was arrogant, but it was a ruse. He knew how powerful his opponent was and he wasn't going to take him lightly.

"You are a fool if you believe you are a match for me! You could barely hold your own the last time we fought," Ravac laughed. "I will end this quickly." The Master Jedi extended his hand towards Jayce. Tiny sparks of green light emerged from his fingertips. The crackling of lightning popping in the air. Without another word, emerald tendrils erupted and flew across the field. The force blow every blade of grass right towards the Gray Jedi. Jayce opened his eyes and whipped his hand in front of him. Onyx balls of light appeared and splintered towards his enemy's fulmination. The luminescence from the two exploded in a burst of black and green sparks. Pushing back and forth, the force users put most of their energy in to this attack. If one were to falter, it would be his last day breathing. Cracks and pops could be heard from a mile away. Hot embers fell to the ground in a dangerous spectacle. Leaves and turf began to flare and small fires broke out around the two enemies. Jayce looked into Ravac's eyes and snickered. Moving his hands slightly to the right, he was able to deter the lightning, sending it flying into the terrain behind him. A massive explosion of dust and soil rained down from the sky.

"You see it?... I am not the same person you fought on the Docking Station, so long ago." Jayce tilted his head to the side, egging Ravac on. The young man's face appeared like he was going mad. A huge grin, wide eyes and a tiny laugh behind his teeth. Ravac became furious.

[member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Taric trembled, his hands growing clammy as the pistol shook in his hand. He pressed it against the back of Vize's head and grinned. Taric had him right where he wanted him, ordering Cid to his post in near the rocky spires, meant that killing Vize would be easy.

But, It wasn't...

Looking at the back of Vize's head made him question his morals. They all served with each other for a long time, the thought of ridding the world of such an amazing soldier made him sick. It wasn't a matter of loyalty or honor, this; this was business. Taric saw the evil in Kevros and before long, the ones that served under him would be just as corrupt. He couldn't live knowing he served the devil. Not only that, Varus gave him a sweet deal. Kill Kevros' men and become a recognized war hero and in return fly through the republic ranks. It was a sacrifice worth making. Taric's finger pressed lightly on the trigger, he only needed a little more pressure to finish the job.

***​

Vize felt it, the cold barrel of a gun touching his head. something or someone must have gotten passed. If Cid couldn't see them from his post, they were talented in the arts of guerrilla warfare. The bolts he let off into the distance made contact with Ravac's saber, Vize tensed, abrupt in his action he dropped the gun. There wasn't anything about the situation that felt right, Vize didn't see anyone but Ravac cross the foothill and his troops were no where to be seen. Staying perfectly still he watched as the charging soldiers sprung from the hillside, the bolts singed the shore's sand and as quickly as they attacked, Vize understood. The voice from behind him made him freeze, his own commander turned snake.

"I'm sorry Vize, it ends here." Taric's said, the pistol wavering in its resolve.

"You...you, how could you!?" Vize lashed out, the betrayal too great to handle.

"This was always in the cards Vize, I'm sorry you had to be here for it."

"They...." Vize's voice grew low, like a dark growl in the night. "They killed Beth."

Vize snatched the gun from the sand as quickly as he could he swung for the fences with the hilt of his rifle. Spinning backwards the impact from the gun sent Taric in a stagger, the pistol falling to the sand below. Bolts of vibrant green energy whizzed by him as he darted for Cid, spraying an endless effort to wound Ravac's men storming the beach. He wouldn't die here, Beth would have wanted him to fight. Plus, he wasn't about to let any of them get away with killing her.

Screaming, he trudged forward, the warrior inside him more apparent than ever.

***​

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Monarch stepped out from the hut, the storming soldier firing his way, he didn't want to be part of this. Regardless of what Monarch wanted, he was part of it entirely. Training those that opposed the order was considered a crime, at least to Ravac and his men. The flurry of bolts continued, until Monarch screamed. The force imbuing his voice, the two lackeys of Jasper's went flying. One of them snapping their neck on a nearby rock. The other breaking his spine from the pure force behind Monarch's move.

"I will not let you destroy my home!" Monarch grew angry, his calming aura changing to a vicious predator.

​

***​

Varus watched as jasper's men went flying in the distance.

"Karking great, another one..." Varus continued to fire in Monarch's direction.

Kayle and Jeremy had another problem.

"Damn, what happened to our inside man!" Kayle barked as he ran alongside Jeremy.

"I don't know but that's one of Kevros' men, get him!" Jeremy yelled back.

Bolts rapidly came their way. Some bolts faltered, digging into the sand as specks of dirt flew into the air as they ran. Jeremy paused for only a moment, saving his own life as a bolt of red energy slammed into the ground a few feet in front of him. aiming down the sights Jeremy fired. The streak of green slicing through the chaos. Quickly his ducked lower another shot nicking him in the shoulder as he fell to the ground. Letting out an agonizing scream he grabbed his shoulder.

Kayle looked back, he couldn't waste time going back for him. He was almost in cover, the giant spires of rocks a few hundred feet in front of him.

Roman was new to it all, the humming vibrations of death filling the world around him. He was ordered to stay close to Varus, and for good reason. The only thing that would keep him alive was Varus' experience. Trying to see through the haze of green and red beams he slid to the side dodging a barrage of sloppy attempts at his life.

"Varus!" Roman yelled.

"Move kid, move!" Varus yanked him by the arm pulling him forward. Another lousy shot almost ending his career as soldier. "This is a mess we need to get out of the sniper's vision, now!"

Roman watched closely the events unfolding around him like a slow motion capture of some galactic news ad. His mind searched for the word, to describe such a terrible outcome.

Hell.

***​

​

Kevros evaded the oncoming Jedi Master, pitting Jayce against him alone. The hell storm of bullets that came for him were dodged with ease, displaying his pure agility. Launching himself to the side he found himself busting through the wooden wall of Monarch's hut. The loud crash sent wooden planks and metal cooking materials scattering as he fell. Papers from the layer of books throughout Monarch's hut exploded into the room. Kevros grunted, his arms peeled away at the objects covering him.

Sitting up he spoke to himself.

"That was close." Kevros turned his head to the right a parchment with an interesting symbol on it.

Kevros squinted trying to make out the words.

Master Flynt Ravac

He grabbed the parchment and began to read, flurries of energy bolts tearing through the upper half of the hut.

I know this might be a bad time, Valara was truly one of your greatest students. As my student I feel it is only necessary to tell you that Kevros and Jayce are here training to defeat you. I spotted one of your republic trackers on their ship. I only ask that you let me kill Kevros and spare Jayce's life. I see great potential in his progress, he has a truly kind heart. One month is what I'll need, I promise you will prevail, my apprentice....

Kevros' eyes lifted, he had been duped. He knew deep down that something about Monarch bothered him. His hands clenched out of anger and truth. The thought of such a kind man dissipated from his mind. All that was left was a void-less memory of what once was. Monarch had betrayed him, worse than that he wanted Kevros dead. It all made sense, that day on the rock the force told him to be wary. Cautious and precise in his skepticism he still doubted the truth. Now that the truth was revealed, everything made sense.

The darkside swirled around him, swallowing the hut in in pure energy. The force no longer needed to be called on, it ran through him, like stream of water. Standing he tossed the paper behind him. Snapping he jolted for the front door, diving into Monarch like beast after its prey. The tackled sent them both into the sandy floor. rolling and tugging until they each let go. regaining themselves they both stood. Staring at each other with fierce eyes.

"Traitor!" Kevros' voice was filled with emotion and strength.

The yell made the entirety of the battlefield halt, only for a moment . The sinking pressure of the hate rippled throughout the shores of Lahn. Death lingered now....

Only one of them would prevail.

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

"TRAITOR!"​

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Jayce stood still as the words of Kevros, vibrated through the battlefield. Appearing not to know what had transpired between the two, the Gray Jedi looked to find the screams bouncing off of Monarch. Ravac was also in shock. His hands tensed next to his belt, his eyes staring at the Sith Warrior. "So... He finally found out." The Master Jedi snickered and then laugh maniacally. Jayce looked to his enemy with questioning eyes.

"What's so funny you old geezer?"

"Do you know why we waited so long to get here? Why we gave you a month to train with my old master? Because we allowed you too. You fools have been sitting here building your skills for nothing. Well, I should be more direct with my statement. The Sith you call friend, has been training for nothing. He's destiny ends here. You on the other hand, are allowed to live."

"Allowed? Don't make me laugh! If you think for one second that you are going to kill Kevros, you are mistaken. He is stronger than me and smarter than you. If anyone is going to die here, it will be you, by my blade." Jayce removed his hilt from the ragged strap he called his belt. The thin black material would not last through this fight. Pointing the hilt towards Ravac, he ignited it. The crimson blade made its appearance know. A rush of heat sparked from Jayce's treasured item. The cross-guard lightsaber was ready and thirsty. "I will not ALLOW you to interfere with Kevros' fight. He demands justice, I will give it to him. I understood Monarch's intent for some time now, but I thought it best to keep it to myself." Jayce looked to Kevros with sad eyes but, soon it was over shadowed by a huge grin. "Telling him would have ended our training early. We needed it to get stronger. And now we have risen. We will destroy you." The humming of the lightsaber seemed to grow louder. The Gray Jedi began to move towards Ravac gradually. The force made its way to his feet. He pressed into the ground and propelled himself flying at Ravac. "Come clown! Meet your destiny!" The Master Jedi was astonished by the speed. His mouth was wide and his pupils were growing with anxiety.

FOOL!

The Jedi's lightsaber lashed out as he spun and made contact with the crimson beast lunging at him. The impact of the two sabers sent a wave of emotion and pressure soaring across the valley. Blades of hot plasma crossed in a spectacular fashion. Both sides used all of their strength once more, to push the other back. The Force swirled around them and was almost visible to the naked eye. The tension released and sent the force users back a couple of feet away from each other. Colliding again, they began to dance, the enchanting sounds of combat echoed over the hills. The storm grew increasingly more fierce. Rain pelted the ground like rocks. Lightning crackled through the sky and thunder began to rumble in the background.

Each movement was precise. One slip up on either side and it was finished. This battle was far different than the one on the docking station. Jayce poured his heart into each stroke and slash. The Master Jedi seemed to be having difficulties keeping himself composed through the ordeal. The Gray Jedi extended his hand once more and unleashed a fury of ebony lightning. Ravac raised his lightsaber and reflected it. Novice. He called upon the force and pushed Jayce back, sending him flying into the ground that was once behind him. Whilst in the air however, Jayce used force pull, clutching onto the old mans legs and pulling him to the ground that was in front of him.

"I learned a few more tricks, clown!"

******​

Vize was running faster than he ever had before. Shooting his rifle until the clip emptied. Reloading was accomplished in seconds. Green bolts fazed into the grass, burning the lush emerald fields. In the distance, a forest that aliened the side of the mountains. His only hope for the gorilla combat that he so desired.

<Vize, you are one of my best soldiers. I need you to do your best on the battlefield. Give it your all, and you'll never let me down.>

Taric's speech swirled in the young soldier's head. Why did you betray us? We were family. Kevros trusted you. How... WHY?! His thoughts imbued with rage. "I won't let you get away with this you karcking monster!" Vize's cries bounced off the trees and back to him. Tears welling up in his eyes. Beth, I love you. I will see this through.

********​

Taric met Ravac's team while they chased after Vize. Their eyes met and knew what was happening.

<His name is Taric. An old man with bleach blonde hair, wrinkles and a nose that looks like it has been broke over a hundred times. He will help you destroy what remains of the Sith's tattered crew.>

Jasper's words rang through Jeremy's head. He knew who this was. He relayed the information to his comrades, so there was no misunderstandings. Roman glared at Taric, unimpressed with what he was seeing. An old war vet, whom had betrayed everyone who was under his command. The new recruit was disgusted.

"So, couldn't pull the trigger huh?" shouted Roman.

"Excuse me?" questioned Taric.

"I saw you in my scope. You were so close to pulling the trigger and you let him escape. You dropped the ball."

"I'm new to the whole betrayal thing. Just shut up and finish what I couldn't," screamed Taric.

Entering the forest showed to be a decent idea. Cid's shots ricocheted off the trees that surrounded the squad. They were safe from sniper fire, for now.

"Split up and flank him. We'll finish this one off and work on a plan to kill the other after. If he's foolish enough, he will follow us in here." Varus' orders hummed over the lush green trees.

Kayle and Roman took the east side. Varus went up the middle. Jeremy and Taric took the west. A few clicks from Kayle and Roman, Vize came into view.

"I got you now!" Screamed Kayle. "WAIT NO!" yelled Roman. Crossing the threshold of two giant trees, a beeping noise rang in Kayle's ears. An explosion of fire erupted and swallowed him up. A smoking corpse, missing some important bits, came crashing to the ground from the sky above. Roman was in shock. He fell to his knees and screamed out in frustration. A cold piece a steel brushed the nape of his neck. Vize had set up a hologram to make the soldiers think he was running away from them. Unaware that he was hidden in the bushes close behind. Roman turned to see Vize standing behind him. Dirt covered his face and his teeth were exposed to the crisp rain.

"For Beth."

An explosion caught Varus' ear and a then blaster shot was heard soon after. Varus looked off to the east.

Please boys. Tell me you got him.


[member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Orion Darkstar]

The trees were thick and the shade they provided caused problems for his aim. Cid's last intention was to give away his sniper post. Oblivious to the betrayal's among them, Cid spotted another running for the trees. Scoping in he fired. The bullet was different, no beam of colored energy streaking through to its victim. Cid swapped out his carbine for a traditional slug thrower. The shot was almost perfect if Varus didn't dive behind the entrance of the forest trees.

"Kark!" Yelled Cid.

He knew that Vize was in the treeline and Taric stood near one of Varus' men. Confused he scoped in to see what was going on. Taric was clearly yelling to the young soldier next to him, except no violence came afterwards.

These republic troops were trying to kill all of them, why not fire at their commander?

Cid couldn't worry about it, Vize needed him. Turning the barrel of his gun to the trees he tried to find a decent shot. Roman had made it into cover before Cid could take the shot, follwoing his movements he spotted Vize, an eruption of branches and earthly dirt ruptured from the ground. Bits of red and parts of a body spattered about. The gruesome storm made Cid spit. Vize had lead them into the mine pit, if Vize wasn't careful he would be just like Kayle, fried to high hell.

***​

Vize stared down Roman, the cover preventing Cid from ending the young soldier's life. In one quick motion he fired, the beam of red energy ripping through Roman's forehead, melting away his brain. The beam of red found its way completely through Roman's skull, exiting through the back of his head.

"For Beth."

The cold words gave justice to his resolve. The fierce look in his eyes still remianing, he was far from done.

***​

​

Varus just got lucky enough to evade one of Cid's well placed shots. Scanning from behind the big trunk of a tree, he jumped from cover to cover. He searched endlessly for his men. The small opening in the distance showing him that his fears became reality. Roman's body laid limp, the dirt caved in like crater, no doubt, from the mine Kayle had stepped on. The blaster rifles and explosives that Kayle harbored were no more, only the crest of his battle armor, singed in the center of the gruesome scene.

Varus snapped his emotions getting the better of him. Screaming vile threats like a mad man in a straight jacket. Knelling at the body of Roman he continued his threats, screaming for someone to challenge him.

"I'll Karking kill you! All of you!" His mouth began to shake tears filling his eyes as he hugged Roman's body with all his might. "Come out of hiding you panzie! Man to man! I'll rip your heart out!!"

Varus couldn't take it placing the body down on the ground with delicacy. He snatched the blaster rifle from the ground and stood. The sound of a breaking branch in front of him, Vize stepped out to rise up against the one man that caused Beth's demise. This was it, Vize could taste it. This was what he ha hoped for. The images of crushing Varus' skull made him grin. Vize tossed his gun to the side, pointing towards Varus.

"No weapons, Varus! Just you and me, like men!" Vize's voice was thick with passion, as he placed his left leg forward, his body forming a stance, Varus hadn't seen before.

Varus wiped his arm through his eyes, the wet tears subsiding. clenching his teeth he threw his weapon to the side. Letting out a vicious battle cry he charged forward...

***​

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Jeremy booked it, he knew where the sniper shots were coming from. Reaching Cid's post he launched himself over a small boulder and slammed his back alongside it. Leaving Taric to his own faulty job. Taking out the sniper would allow Varus to easily take out whoever was left in the forest. spotting Cid, he reloaded. His pistol peering out from behind the rock fired off, ricocheting off the rock Cid used to hold his gun in place. Ducking low Cid let go of his gun and unsheathed the one on his side. A standard blaster pistol with a modded scope lens. Pressing his arm against the two rocks that hid him he circled around one, but Jeremy wasn't there.

Jumping from the top of the rock Jeremy tackled Cid, rolling around the muddy shore. Waves crashed into them as they slugged it out. Each of their guns drifted into the water. Grunts from each end came as they tossed each other back and forth. Landing a few elbows Jeremy stood, frantically looking for his weapon.

But Nothing...

Cid was slow to get up, grabbing onto a handful of muddy sand. It was a dirty moved, but this was war...

***​

​

Monarch wouldn't be bested by his own student, though the darkside within Kevros was rich and like most others was dangerous. He had to be careful and smart with his approach. Simply fighting him with sabers would be the least of his expertise, dismantling Kevros in the arts of melee seemed like the right play. Like lightning Monarch stretched his arm forward pulling at Kevros' waist. Ripping his utility belt, clean off.

Kevros responded at exactly the same time, pulling the Dark Jedi's belt from his waist and slamming it into the dirt. It was genius really, the natural thought that crossed Kevros' mind. He never saw Monarch use a lightsaber out of the entirety of their training. While he was adept at the force, melee wasn't something that came naturally to the old man. Kevros instinctively knew that Monarch would take his lightsaber away. So in return, Kevros did the same. Knowing he would be outdone by Monarch in a force power contest, he had to devise a plan.

Monarch lightly chuckled, "You think you can best me, Kevros you have much to learn."

Spitting towards the ground, Monarch darted forward. Kevros wasn't quick enough to dodge it, instead he reacted a different way. a side ways jab. Monarch connected the fist imbued with the force, busting into Kevros' chin. At the same time, Kevros landed a thick jab to Monarch's ribs. Each of them sent backwards. Kevros was lucky, the assault by Monarch almost hit him directly in the center of his chin. Instead thanks to his reaction, it grazed the left side of it. The taste of iron filled his mouth. The old man had a insurmountable amount of strength. Something Kevros didn't think to calculate into the mess of things. The haze of blaster fire had ceased and everything grew dead to the things around him and Monarch. It was their own little arena, a blood sport between two, very different, monstrosities.

Stomping his foot forward Monarch taunted Kevros to continue. No matter what came Monarch's way, he would be able to easily deal with the blind student before him.

It was sudden, abrupt even, an object closing in on Monarch a few feet away. A large enough boulder to wound him dearly. Kevros pulled it from the far side of Monarch's blind spot right after he took a lick. It was a genius move, Monarch had to deal with it. Before he could react, Kevros lunged forward. Monarch had two choices, at least to Kevros. The clutches of the darkside grabbed at his opponent, Kevros growing angrier as they fought.

Let's see you escape this one Monarch...

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

******​

Varus' fist slammed into Vize's tanned face, sending him stumbling into a nearby boulder. The old commander threw his knee forward, aiming directly for the young man's chest. Vize barrel rolled away, causing Varus to slam his knee right into the rock. He soon found himself on the ground crying out in pain. Kevros' lackey jumped right on top of Varus, smashing him in the face with his fist. The commander began to spit up his own blood with each strike. Reaching off, he found what he was looking for and cracked a stone over Vize's head. The mossy forest floor grabbed onto the young man as he rolled away again. They both lied there and tried to catch a breath. Rain began to fill the two soldiers mouths as the breathing became heavier and heavier.

"Not bad for an old guy," Vize exclaimed.

"You've got some moves too," replied Varus.

Getting back on their feet, they rushed to strike one another again. Blood flew onto the plants that encompassed them, as each mitt smacked into the others face.

*****​

His clothes were shred and torn. Jayce's breathing was erratic and hard to control. It had been hours of constant saber slashes and force pushes. Each of the two valiant warriors found pride in their battle. Jayce had suffered a wound to his upper shoulder, the joint was nicked in the process of battle. The black leather shirt had hundred of burns and cuts, each were close calls. Ravac stood half slumped, as he tried to pick himself off the grassy plain. He look at Jayce with agonizing eyes. His leg was struck by the cross-guard of the Gray Jedi's lightsaber. All of his effort was made controlling the force into his injury, trying to heal it as the fight went on. Picking himself back up, Jayce charged back at Ravac. His eyes looking to end this quickly before his injury worsened. Unfortunately, the old Jedi Master was not intimidated. Standing his ground, he waited for the opportune moment to strike.

The crimson saber was inches away from Ravac's face. Suddenly, the blade receded. Just above Jayce's hand, the hilt slipped off the main body and crashed to the ground. Ravac had cut through the handle, the Jedi's arms were far apart from one another, almost like he was ready to hug the Gray Jedi. His emerald saber tightly gripped in his right hand. Jayce flinched and fell backwards. He looked upon his broken saber. Eyes beginning to water.

"You.... monster... YOU DESTROYED IT!" In a fit of rage, Jayce pressed his palms together, extended his arms and force pushed Ravac into the stone wall behind the Jedi. The impact cause the old man to drop his saber.

His head was bleeding now. The ichor slid down the forehead and sat on his bottom lip. One eye remained fully opened, as for his right eyelid, it sank half way in between his eyeball. His gaze soon met the rage induced man's vision. Ravac tried to will his saber closer to him, it was two feet away, but it was taking everything he had. Jayce saw this transpire and forced it away. The young man grabbed Ravac's collar. "You think you can break my prized possession and live to tell about it?! With one move, you've single-handledly stolen my honor on more than one occasion." Ravac's head was soon violently smacking the stone wall. His lungs soon gasped for air as blood rushed from his throat and out of his mouth. Jayce released him after his skull received its fourth blow. The old Jedi fell to his knees and elbows. Coughing out blood, he tried to breath again.

"You have taken so much from me. I will not let you see the end of this day." Jayce's eyes burned with the intensity of a hundred suns as he spoke.

"Boy.... You have become stron...strong. Howev..er. You will not defeat me so easily." Ravac willed his body to stand again and throw his arms to the right side of his torso. The force encompassed the younger man's body, sending Jayce flying. "I still have some fight in me," exclaimed the Master Jedi.

******​

Gusts of wind began to brush the trees and bend them backwards. The rain continued to bombard the planet. A fist shined as the lightning crackled through the sky, as it slammed into Cid's face. The waves crashed against the two bodies, submerging them in cold water. Thrashing his feet, Cid was able to send his foot straight into Jeremy's stomach. Composing themselves, they stood and stared each other down. Wiping his face, Jeremy charged in. Fist after fist, the two man sent blood fleeting into the sea. The water diluted as the blood dissipated into it. Cid was taking more blows than Jeremy was. His face was bruised and bulging. The left eye was swollen shut and his breathing was lessening. Grabbing his enemy's throat, Jeremy pushed Cid into the water. The gargling and walling intensified. Kevros' technician was drowning, no strength left to use, he couldn't fight back.

Die.

The thrashing stopped. Cid was no more.

[member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Taric looked around him, Jeremy had disappeared and everything that should have happened didn't. The only thought that crossed his mind was escaping. Gunning for the ship Taric ran. The last thing he needed was Vize to come out alive, not only that Kevros had turned on Monarch and knew of his treacherous actions. This was worse than Taric had foreseen. Everything about the decision he made came back to haunt him in just a few short hours.

The taste of regret still filled his mouth with disgust. Then, like a wall of stone an image came to him. His stride letting up as he fell to his knees. The screams that sank deep in his mind began to make him mad. Shaking he screamed, his wife, who had been dead for years spoke to him. Telling him of all his faults.

"No! No! I didn't mean to leave you there!"

The force had influenced these images, something Kevros had no intention of causing. His energy had exploded when he confronted Monarch. Taric was too close to the impulsive wave of dark energy. It made him hallucinate, his body a still statue as he began to see the dead.

***​

Vize blocked it, the swift jab etching towards his abdomen, countering with a healthy kick to Varus' shin. The two of them were experts at the arts of warfare combat. The sheer knowledge of each move indicated their brute strength and talent for beating people up. Vize latched onto Varus' inner vest piece and lifted. His muscles pulsing from pure adrenaline. Throwing him into the air, Varus cascaded down onto the dirt filled area. Bleeding and wincing from the sting in his throat Varus stood. His cold eyes locking with Vize. He couldn't continue much longer the hours they spent fighting meant that eventually one of them would make a mistake.

Tossing the dirt into the air as he launched himself back to his feet Varus sped forward. Sliding a shiny knife from the back of his vest he punctured Vize with the blade. Vize wiped the dirt from his eyes, but before he knew it Varus had struck. The cold blade searing into his flesh like a sailor gutting a fish. It tore through the left side of his stomach, but before continuing fully through, Vize gripping onto Varus' forearm pulled him closer, the knife going deeper. The red wine color flowing from the inside of Vize dripped out onto the forest floor.

"Checkmate, you ...murderer...."

Coughing up a pool of blood, Vize used his free hand to unlatch a spare grenade from his waist. The clip pulled as he shoved the grenade into Varus' mouth. Letting go of Varus he used all his might into one kick. Sending him backwards onto his back. Varus was sent through the air and onto the ground, the grenade rolling to the center of his frame. Varus turned his beaten head to the right, the body of Roman peering back at him. Varus smiled, the bright flash of light assuring his defeat, a once great commander accepting his demise with honor. The explosion shook the ground as Vize was lifted from the ground and sent backwards, the knife that once stuck him, falling to the dirt below. The pain was unbearable. The spilling blood told him one thing, he may not live.

***​

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His green eyes had turned to their true nature. A primal yellow dosing what once was. Lost to the darkside for the first time Kevros continued to fight. Everything he tried against Monarch failed. Not only that his body felt wounded, his mind no longer analytical as it used to be. Now he was a manifestation of pure rage and energy. Pulling his belt back to him he ignited his vibrant red saber.

"Don't prolong this any longer Monarch! Your death will be swift...I will no falter here, traitors are not forgiven. You soil your name, you've lost your pureness Monarch! No more, I will strike you down!"

He was blindingly fast. His movement unpredictable and unfortunately for Monarch astoundingly clever. Even in Kevros' rage he was still an amazing strategist. Strafing left and right, fienting saber slashes and lunges. Monarch fired a blast of force towards Kevros, but was easily disrupted by Kevros' own. As quickly as it dissipated came another, throwing Kevros off guard. Flung through the air, Kevros used the force and guided his lightsaber forward. Spinning like a twister, the red streak of light tore through Monarchs arm.

It was a crack that concerned him as he slammed into the thick metal casings of the interceptor. Monarch was still capable of such feats even after hours of fighting. The force would never reject him and Kevros was forced to sever that connection. His rib felt bruised, worse he couldn't feel the pain, the darkside mended him as he fought. He felt invincible, clearly he wasn't. The hum was all too familiar to him as he grabbed the hilt of his saber as it returned to him. Following behind was Monarch, a violet streak coming through the hazy rain. Monarch had waited for Kevros to loose control before fighting him head to head in lightsaber combat. Smashing the purple saber into Kevros' he grinned. Leaning into the Sith with all his might.

"You have fallen, Jayce can not become you...I will not allow it. The force is stronger with a clear mind. You've lost!"

Kevros pushed off the saber and leaped over him with the force, sparks of plasma falling to the ground as they continued to display their art. Slice after slice Kevros was unrelenting. Monarch stepped back, twirling on his heel and searing Kevros' chest. A straight line tearing through his cloth. The sting made him worsen, as his saber recanted in a upward motion. Monarch couldn't react, his pinky finger singed, clean off.

"Hate! Fear! Anger! You lack what you don't understand Monarch!" His voice was fierce and cracking.

The sweat that should have poured over his face never came, a trait Zelosians had. The stirring whispers of the darkside urged him along.

Kill.....Kill....Kill this TRAITOR...

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

******​

His legs were wary. The fight was dragging on and not much energy was saved for anymore conflict. Jayce was standing back on his feet, every piece of movement was agonizing. Blood dripped from his fingers. The wound Ravac had inflicted an hour ago was open, spewing lifeblood when he used his arm. Looking into his adversary's eyes made the loss of his saber even worse. The Master Jedi was on his last leg as well. Gazing into Jayce's retinas was an insult to everything he stood for. This Gray Jedi has made a mockery of my order. Has insulted me, humiliated me and took away Valara. He must die now. Ravac reached for his saber, the hilt swirled through the air and landed in his palm. The emerald blade emerged once more, with a mighty hum. It was alone now and the sound howled in Jayce's ears.

There is only one way out of this.

Ravac limped towards his prey. Blood dripping from various places on his body, all landing on the plant's surface. It created a trail leading from the rocky formation behind him. A puddle rested at the base, foot prints filled with red crimson liquid. The Master Jedi stumbled and almost collapsed, but he held on.

<Flashback>​

Two weeks before the battle​

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"Is there more I can do with the Electric Judgement technique?" questioned Jayce.

"There are many uses to it, as I've said before. Why do you keep asking me?" laughed Monarch

"I have an idea of how I want to use it. Can I show you?"

"Okay but be careful," replied the worrying master.

Present​

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Jayce watched as Ravac grew ever closer. His eyes looking to the ground, back to Jayce and finally landing back on the ground. The Gray Jedi clenched his right hand. Using the Force, he willed it into his palm. Ravac was in front of him now. The young man's head was down, looking to the grassy plain. The Jedi took this as a sign of giving up, and raised his saber into the air. Before it could strike its target, Jayce grabbed the old mans forearm. Ravac was shocked, he glanced at the blood rushing from Jayce's shoulder.

"Two weeks."

The Master Jedi was confused as to what the young man was saying.

"It took two weeks for my arm to heal after I learned this technique. Every bone in my arm shattered. Monarch had to try and reconstruct it with the force. If this is how to defeat you, its what I have to do."

His palm lit with ebony lightning. It condensed into a sphere and swirled like a plasma globe. The wound began to gush more, Ravac was trying to slash him before this new ability could be used against him. Jayce looked up into the old man's eyes. Fear was imbued inside of them. His horror proved that it was something Ravac had never seen during his time.

Enjoy

The Gray Jedi's hand started to shake as he extended it into Ravac's chest. The sphere cracked and erupted, electrifying the Jedi Master. He screamed out in pain. Jayce wasn't strong enough to kill anyone with Electric Judgement, but that didn't matter. The clouds roared with thunder. Ravac had become the perfect conduit. As the final crackling noise sounded in the clouds, a bolt of lightning struck down onto the old man. In a matter of minutes, his body boiled and burned. His heart exploded and blood gushed from his frame. Every vein was infused with electricity. The force that surrounded the Jedi exploded, blowing Jayce back into Monarch's cabin.

As the smoke cleared, the storm seemed to follow behind. The typhoon that Ravac had brought with him had dissipated. Beaten, broken and bruised, Jayce laid there. His smile was the last thing he would put strength into. His left shoulder spewed blood and his right arm had no use. The bones had been re-broken. His clothes had been ripped and torn apart. The prized crimson cross-guarded lightsaber, had been destroyed. This battle had taken almost everything from him. In the end however, he had won his fight.

[member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Orion Darkstar]

His arm was stripped from him, Monarch had little time to care for his lost limb. He felt the searing burn in his pinky finger. Another limb he couldn't contemplate on, he had many options for reconstructions and many of them were more then capable of making Monarch stay a powerhouse in the force. His purple saber was gripped tightly by his three fingers and one thumb. Striking like a mad man he nicked Kevros again. The searing flesh burned for only a moment as Kevros jumped backwards. His devilish eyes showing his hate. The darkness around the two of them was indescribable, the sudden stop in the rain and storm above made Kevros smile.

"It's sad Monarch, you have no power here. I can feel it leaving you, the force abandoning you."

Kevros wasn't going to die here a shutter of intesity roaring from deep within him. Tossing his saber to the side he smirked, the sound of vicious roaring over head came to life. The storm that had once existed, returned. The stirrings of wind grew violent. The clouds broiled with a feriocity unlike any other, the fleshing lights of purple surrounding them. Kevros knew that the only way to kill Monarch was through the very thing he taught them. Only the damage Kevros would take after preforming such a powerful move, would make him incapable of continuing afterwards. The streaks of violet bolts above flickered, teasing Monarch of his demise.

"So you've achieved it....at what cost, Kevros!"

"I no longer care of the cost Monarch, you will pay the ultimate price! You've been a false additive all along."

Kevros watched as Monarch charged forward, slower and jamming the saber into Kevros' leg the purple lighting from above sliced through the air. A multitude of branching tendrils of the darkside shocking Monarch as he began to convulse. More came, the lavender energy crackling with every impact. The saber that had a chance at taking Kevros' leg died out, a small hole forming in his thigh. Watching the relentless storm strike the ground and Monarch in front of him Kevros, began to ache. His body drained and worse, his mind began to fade. His hate had died along with Monarch. The last strike of lightning scorched clean through Monarch's head. Splicing into two separate charred pieces Monarch fell. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, Kevros dropping into the sand below. He couldn't move. The sky teased him of his own power, the lonely streak of amethyst in the dark clouds flashed one last time. Fading away Kevros heard one last whisper from the darkside of the force.

Victory....

***​

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Two days after Final Judgement.​

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The plate slid over to his prisoner, Vize patching himself up at the waist. The gauze from the medical probe had done its job well, too well. The bleeding finally stopped and the stitches that busted open a day ago started to heal. The small jolts of pain wouldn't go away for a while.

"So, now what? You gonna kill me too? Huh, Vize I was only doing my duty."

"Shut up Taric, you're lucky you are even alive."

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah...whatever you say kid."

The restraints were military, unbreakable and impervious to the force. The cell was lengthy, but failing in width. The interceptor wasn't a vessel for prison transport so making all necessary precautions was a must. Vize bit down on the medical tape and finished. Standing he walked away from the yelling commander he once took orders from.

"I'll get out ya know! And when I do I'll kill you..."

Taric's voice faded away as he stepped out onto the shores of Lahn. Peering out in the distance he saw what he always saw, Kevros meditating on the same rock during his training. Walking through the destruction abound he reached the rock and leaned against it.

"You know I'll find him, the one that got away, Jeremy." Vize hesitated and continued. "I thought you were dead when I found you. You are lucky to be alive."

Kevros snapped his eyes open, the sea greeting him with a incredible view. His hand still could barely be held into a fist. His nerves scorched from his trump card. It would take a solid month to get back to full working order, not only that his other injuries made it worse. Regardless, Lahn had made him stronger in the force. He owed Monarch, without him he never would have prevailed. The same went for Jayce, his ability to overcome Ravac was a testament of it's own. He could still sense the searing burn of Monarch's scars. His body was branded, a constant memory of what took place.

Vize reached out to Kevros and smiled.

"I found it in Monarch's hut." Vize said, placing a small box onto of the rock. "Well, I better set out. I have a new commander to meet with. Of course Taric will answer for his crimes. I just wanted to say, thank you. I don't know what for....It's been one hell of a ride."

Kevros turned to face Vize, the soldiers words heavy and meaningful.

"Luck had nothing to do with it Vize, the force favored me that day, that's all there is to it." Kevros looked down at the tiny box, then back at Vize. "I'll be fine Vize, get out of here. The next time we meet, drinks are on me."

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Picking up the box he looked at Vize as he walked away. Kevros watched as he slipped out of view and into the ship. The churning engine of the interceptor taking to life. Sighing, Kevros observed the box, a small tag hanging off of it, a clear bow tied around the lid.

To: Kevros
From: Monarch

Untying the bow Kevros took the lid off a piece of paper folded underneath. Placing the lid to the side he began to read.

I know that once you find this I will already be dead, I've seen the end. You are a remarkable example of why the darkside is so formidable. Worse than that, you are dangerous, not only to those around you, but yourself as well. I've seen your future, it holds promise. Although the manner in how you get to where you are going doesn't have to be filled with death and despair. Do not blind yourself to one side of the force. Understand everything the force has to offer and you will be set free, not through victory my child, but balance....

The words were nothing more than surprising. The fact that Monarch had time to adjust his fate made Kevros angrier. Still the old man fought. His honor and pride was too great and in return, Kevros took his life. Shaking his head, Kevros used his finger to lift the white sheet of stuffing out of the box. The jolt of pain it caused him was unbearable as he winced. Then it showed through, the perfect golden letter 'M' staring back at him. The jewel crafting of the pin was flawless and the sheer thought made Kevros grin. He had been bested even through victory. Monarch's kindness was not completely forgotten. He attached it to his left shoulder sticking the needle through his cloak. The small golden insignia representing, not only his victory, but his growth through the strangest of men....

Monarch.

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

The sun shined through the tattered window of Monarch's old wooden hut. The birds were finally singing again, the storm had past with fury and chaos. It was over and with it came new life and peace. Every breath he took was agonizing and miserable. Jayce's eyes flickered open, blurry vision after the long battle. He tried to sit up but couldn't. The young man's body was too badly injured. Every inch of movement was like sitting on ten needles. On the night stand next to his bed Jayce was currently occupying, sat a letter. On top of the letter read JRV etched into it. Next to the parchment, was a metal tube covered by a chrome cap. The Gray Jedi struggled to turn his body onto its side. Finally, he rested in the fetus position. It was extremely difficult, for his right arm was completely broken and he had to reposition it with his left hand. Grabbing the note, he tore the top of it off with his teeth. Fiddling with it and almost losing it to the wind, he began to read.

Hey Jayce,

I found you laying unconscious next to the old man's hut. I stitched up your left shoulder and put you in the bed to rest. I also left an experimental drug next to the letter. Truth be told, I have never tried them myself and they have a bad reputation with my boot camp comrades. Take them at your own risk. If the rumors are true, you will be fully healed in two days. Your right arm is beyond repair, so I believe it is the best course of action. Take two every hour and pray for good health.

May the odds forever be in your favor,
-Vize

P.S. Thank you for helping Lord Kovani. Without you, he probably wouldn't have made it this far.

This is going to be a pain. Reaching over to the bottle, Jayce felt as if he was about to pass out from the pain alone. He was putting too much pressure on his crippled limb. The container of drugs slipped through his fingers, he groaned in frustration. Veins sprouting from his forehead.

"SCREW THIS I'M USING THE FORCE! Why didn't I think of this before?..."

With a wave of his hand, the vessel lifted and opened in one swift motion. Two tablets swirled into his mouth. As he swallowed, he felt a rush of relief. His body soon went numb and he sat there in a drugged out state.

******​

Two days after Judgement​

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As the letter specified, the two day miracle drug had done its job. Though the effects of being a vegetable for hours on end made Jayce feel like a zucchini, the outcome was more than worth it. His strength and the use of his right arm were returned to working order. Something in his wrist crackled as he flopped it around, but it didn't bother him in any physical way. The sun reflected through the window once more. It's heat warmed Jayce's bones and soothed his soul. The light from the burning star bounced off a golden surface, it beamed right for the young man's face. Blinded, Jayce raised his hand and left him in of state a confusion as to where it was coming from. Moving slightly to the left, the light landed on the wall. His eyes were met with a ligneous trunk with golden casings. As he got closer, a hint of cherry smell climbed his nasal cavities and left him in a state of woe. His hand caressed the box as he lifted the hatch. The container smelt as good on the inside as the outside hinted at. Inside laid a note, it rested on top of a black cloth. Examining the contents of the letter, left Jayce teary eyed and dejected.

My dear student Jayce,

If you are reading this, Kevros has put this old bag of bones into the dirt. Don't be sad my new soft hearted friend. I embrace death, I honor it and I expected it. I foresaw my demise just before you entered my lovely abode. Though I leave this world knowing everything about the force, I ascend to more information in the next one. Keep your head up high and you emotions in perfect balance. I will admit that I lost control during my days but, you must learn balance for it will strengthen your resolve.

In this trunk, I leave all of my cherished possessions. My old uniform from my days as a Jedi Knight and eventually Master. A hair strap to keep your hair at bay. (Serious son, its getting out of control.) And finally, my lightsaber. Kevros had destroyed mine during our battle, so its now the only sibling left to protect the galaxy. Keep each other close and never give up your dreams of becoming stronger. You must never forget your mother's teachings.

Good luck my boy,

Monarch.

Jayce wiped the tears from his eyes. The note fell from his hands, a side effect of the drug was slight erratic numbness. It usually went away after a few minutes. Removing the objects one by one, he found his new wardrobe.

A pair of charcoal leather boots.
An onyx shirt, pants and undergarments.
An ink colored vest robe to cover his pants and under clothes
One chocolate-colored belt with a silver metal clamp resting in the middle.
One midnight black glove to cover his left hand
An ebony robe lined with silver and wine colored embroidered symbols that outlined the upper part of his torso.

*****​

Jayce finished dressing himself in his gift from Master Monarch. The last thing to snatch from the treasure chest, was the lightsaber. Suddenly, a voice cried out to him.

<Can someone get me out of this damn box?!>

Looking inside, Jayce saw nothing in the black void but the lightsaber, which shined in the lights glow. "Hello?" questioned the Gray Jedi.

<Hey kid! You must be Jayce! The one Monarch kept preaching about. Let me out of here!>

"Is this another side effect? Am I hearing a lightsaber talk?" Jayce felt as though he was going insane. He believe that Vize had set him up to go loony before his time to die.

<You can't be this dumb can you? I am a crystal from Ilum. We are known to speak to the ones we have a connection with. Monarch explained that didn't he?>

Jayce remembered when he found the old Gray Jedi, his tale of how crystals becoming annoying smacked Jayce in the face. "Oh yeah. So we're connected? That's awesome!"

<Yes, yes. Now can you get me out of here? Let's leave and get away from here. I don't want to see this place again.>

"Sure thing, but there is someone we need to see first. Keep yourself quiet for a little while. I don't want Kevros to think I'm crazy."

*****​

Walking out of the hut, Jayce gazed into the night sky. The stars shined brightly and clouds loomed distantly from one another. The moon was full and the planet's wolves howled. The Gray Jedi noticed Kevros meditating in his usual spot by the shore. The waves crashing further into the shore line as the tides grew higher. The mists of sea salt dropping onto his golden mask.

Hello, Kevros.

Jayce stood in a striking pose and ignited his saber. A violet blade illuminating in the night and humming like an engine.

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The End.​

[member="Kevros Kovani"]