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Link watched the Sith come at him, reading his movements and intents with the speed and perceptive skill of a veteran warrior.
A red hued swipe came down on his head and, with a resounding crack, his Daito (Wooden longsword) connected with the blade.
The expression of confusion that Har’die wore on his face was swiftly replaced by one of pain as the blade of Link’s Shoto (wooden shortsword) connected with the Sith’s ribs with a thwack.

With a sudden push, Link threw the sith off of him and took the initiative, stepping into his opponent’s zone with a quick twostep and denying him the room to use his double lightblade. He attacked quickly, sweeping in a rapid downward strike with his Daito as he cut a horizontal arc with his shoto. The shoto smashed into the man’s side as the longer bokken thwacked the man’s shoulder with a hard blow. Pressing his assault further, the Jedi slapped the shoto three more times in rapid sucession against the Sith’s side, then struck Har’die in the chest with the pommel of the daito.
The Sith staggered back, groaning in pain from the bashing he took at Link’s hands.
As Har’die reeled from the assault, Link slipped into a defensive stance and began to slip around Har’die’s side for another chance to strike.

Then a ball of semitransparent red energy blasted into Link, knocking the jedi a good five meters to his left.
Link recovered, landing in a low crouch precariously close to the edge of the walkway. A quick glance revealed how high up he was.
A wrong move would mean a deadly fall. Turning away from the edge he barely caught sight of a second orb of energy in time to dodge it. He raced along the edge of the walkway, the ball spiraling past him to smash into a building.

“Hmm. You’re a quick one, aren’t you?” Lorell commented as he formed another ball of energy in his hand. “I warned you to be careful, Har’die. This little jedi seems to be better than average.”
“Shut up, Lorell.” Har’die hissed. “This little kirflag is rapidly getting on my nerves.”
“Should I call for back up? Just in case you can’t take him.” Lorell said with a smile.
“Up yours.” Har’die snarled. He twirled his saber and then leveled the point of one of it’s tips at Link. “Alright Jedi Scum, round two. I’ve got your number now.”

Link flicked a brief glance at Lorell and the energy ball he was holding.
He then glared at Har’die, his blue eyes focusing upon him with cold intensity.
“Then strike if you’re so confident.”
The Sith, transfixed by Link’s lethal stare, hesitated. It was akin to staring into the eyes of Death itself. His glare was not a Jedi’s, but that of a hardened warrior, a killer.
“Are you afraid?” Link asked quietly.
“What?!”
“Are you afraid?” Link repeated. “You have every right to be.”
“He’s playing mind games with you.” Lorell said in a bored tone. “Just attack. I’ll cover your back.”
Har’die shook his head and snarled. “Damn Jedi mind tricks.” He shouted. “Those wont work on me!”
“What mind tricks? I really will kill you.” Link stated with certainty

“Enough of this.” Lorell spat. The energy ball in his hand grew larger and glowed more intently with a sudden surge of power. The Muun snapped his hand up, the ball of energy rocketing towards Link. “Die jedi!”

Moments before the ball struck, Link flung himself back and struck the orb with his Daito, hammering the bao wood blade into the ball of Force Energy. There was a flash as the Ball pushed against Link’s blade, then flew off in the direction Link had hit it-Straight at Har’die.
The Sith attemped to parry, but the energy ball flowed around his lightsaber blade and smashed into him. With a scream, Har’die was blown off the walkway and plummeted into darkness.

For the first time in the fight, the Muun’s face showed experession. His eyes widened and his mouth was agape as he saw his partner flung into oblivion. “Impossible! No one can deflect a Force Burst!”

Then he realized he was alone with the Bokken toting jedi.
Lorell snapped his hand down to his lightsaber, hanging at his belt.
He was too late.
The instant his hand grasped the handle of the weapon, a Bao’wood blade smashed into the side of his face, crushing the Force Scanner and knocking the tall Muun down with a single hammering blow.
He did not get up.
Link stared at the body for a moment, watching for any further sign of life. When the body refused to move, Link calmly slid the two bokken into his belt.

A Shadow fell over head and the monstrous rumble of Starship engines signaled that his Ride had arrived.
Looking up he saw a much repaired Sullustian light freighter floating overhead. On it’s underside, a hatch opened and a figure motioned him up.
With a single bound the Jedi hurled himself into the hatch of the waiting freighter and the craft began to ascend to the heavens.

The Heaven's Fury waited in orbit for Angel's return. R1 came rolling over to the Mandalorian with a holocron in his grip. < I found this in the Sundered Rose. I believe Miss Angel had forgotten to take it out from our visit there. > " Just put it in her cabin. I'll let her know when she gets back. " the Mandalorian said. He started to think. " I almost forgot about that myself... "

Approximately 3 years ago...

Angel stood in front of what appeared to be a ghost of herself, projected from a holocron. They both had dual red sabers, and they were matching each other's stance and movements perfectly. " I see you've been taught my techniques. However, the lightsaber skills of a master swordsman mean nothing without the Force to assist you. They are 2 halves of a whole for a Jedi. Either use them both, or nothing at all. " They fought. The ghost was no mere projection. It was as real as anything else at that moment, Angel fully feeling the impact of their sabers against each other's. The ghost kept a smiling face as they locked sabers. The ghost easily pushed Angel back, and then its sabers vanished. " You have talent and the strength to back it, but you lack true understanding. " It then held its arms at its sides, slighty outward with its hands open. A bright flash exploded from it, the force of it sending Angel to the wall behind her, though no harm came to her. " I am but a ghost of your ancestor imprinted into this holocron. I had fully mastered the Force and achieved the power of what many would consider a god. It was not sheer power however. It was not that I could outfight entire armies of Sith, or turn the fiercest rancor into a timid pet with my sheer strength and skill. I had mastered the understanding of what I never thought there was more that I could learn about. My eyes opened to a whole new universe that very few even knew existed. I want to share that with you, but I cannot do so at this time. " The ghost turned to the side a little and pointed at the holocron it was being projected from. " That holocron contains the ultimate secrets to transcendence. You need but simply activate it. However, you may very easily travel the entire known universe and never find out how. Trust in yourself and open your mind to knowledge. When you have proven yoruself worthy to share in the secrets I have uncovered, you will know. " The ghost vanished, the holocron became lifeless, and Angel could barely grasp the amazement she beheld, trying to soak it all in. Grabbing the holocron, she departed the cave, her mind full of countless questions.

2 Months Prior

"You don't even know what a Jedi is?!"
Alek was complete surprised finding out Llednar knew so little about the galaxy. The transport, Sixdust, was traveling through hyperspace, and Alek and Llednar sat in its lounge.
"Where do you actually come from kid?"
He looked away, not knowing what to say.
"Come on, you can tell me. I'm no bounty hunter or nothing."
Llednar looked up at him. He decided to give it a try. He stood up, and grew a big grin.
"I am the star Podracer Champion, Llednar See'hiou! I am the servent to the mighty Brovo the Hutt, Leader of 49 systems!"
He sat back down.
"Well, once servent..."
Alek looked a little off.
"I'm sorry... Who?"
"You don't know Brovo?! He is the Emperor of the capital planet of the Galaxy, Orvo IV!"
Alek slowly brought his hand to his face, and covered it up. He lefted it away, looked at Llednar.
"Kid... I need to fill you in on a few things..."
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3 Hour Later...
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"So... Brovo is nothing more then a common crime lord?!"
"Iye laddie, thats da truth."
The co-pilot, Yttocs was now sitting with them. Alek turned off the holo, which had a picture of Krayt.
"And the Sith aim to kill my people- The Jedi, and he would love to convert a kid like you into his ranks..."
Llednar was didn't know what to think. This whole time, Brovo told him a world that only Brovo wanted him to know...

Killing the unnamed Sith had sparked something in Kathleen she had never felt before. She could feel her power more than ever, and she felt lke she could go on like this forever. Nothing else mattered to her but revenge, and her hatred, and sating both.

She killed more soldiers, but as the dawn began to approach, it soon became evident they knew she was here. Instead of meeting the small pairs of guards, she was running into groups of five or six troopers. He rspeed increased because of this, but even still she was hard-pressed to keep up. No sooner would she eliminate one group, then another would rush through the fog, firing their blasters at her.

Then finally, she heard the sounds of armored walkers heading this way, and she knew she was surrounded. "Damnit..."

As she hid in one of the hollowed piles of debris, a voice cut out through the fog, fierce and clear and menacing all at the same time. She could feel evil in the voice that said. "Come out, my dear... Do not fear death..."

her rage began to build once more as she hid, but she'd had enough. If she was surrounded, and about to die, then she at least had to take as many down with her as she could. She leapt up, and ran out of the rubble, standing face to face with Darth Sin.

The Sith Inquisitor was every bit as horrible as she imagined. A pale blue Falleen with darker colored armor and a black cloak. In his hand was a single, yellow-green lightsber blade. "Ah... so you are Kathleen."

She glowered, wanting to kill this one person more than anything, more than Darth Krayt. "And what if I am?!"

"Don't be so rude, young lady," he said with a sneer, his voice harsh and panful to the ears. "I know well your name. You, who are strongest here."

"Only because I'm the last one!"

"Untrue," he replied. "Many of your kind are still imprisoned. Many more are likely to still die. No, I merely said that you were the strongest, and still are."

"High-Witch Grela was the strongest of us!" Kathleen shot back angrilly, the force empowering her voice. "Stronger than you!"

At that, he laughed, a dark, horrible laugh that made her head feel like it would split, and her ears shatter in agony. "Grela?! The old woman was a fool, barely worth the trouble of our youngest pupils. She and her magic knew little of the true force, and she was far weaker." He then sneered at her. "You, on the other hand, are filled with floods of raw potential. Your power was enough to embarrass my apprentice. All you lack is the knowledge to use it properly."

"Don't corrupt me with your lies!" she hissed. "You killed Grela..."

"And why shouldn't I?" he asked, walking closer. "So I could allow more rebellions, and more jedi scum like her to muck up the true will of the Force? She was weak, Kathleen. Old and weak."

At that, Kathleen lashed out, her yellow blade burning through the dense condensation and meeting his viridian sword. "Ah... so there is anger in this one.... use it!"

Kathleen fiercely began twirling her blade around his, meeting his' with every stroke, strike, and cut. She pushed Sin back to his troops, all who looked ready to shoot her on the spot, but he then side-stepped, and pushed her back the otherway. "Damn!"

"Ah, you see where your skill is faulty, then," he commented slickly, as he swung in a horizontal slice, forcing her to duck and roll. "Maybe you'll just acknowledge and give up."

"Never!" Kathleen screamed. Now the Force began to fuel her fires once more, and she picked up speed and power. Her blade moved like a golden windmill, spinning madly out of control. She rolled to and fro around him, attacking him at odd angles, then retreating to another ill-defended corner.

Grown tired with her antics, he force pulled at the rocks beneath them, and tripped up her next spin, sending her crashing to the ground, as he shoved a Force blast into her chest. She screamed in agony. "You're no match for me, girl. You have power, and emotion, but no skill or know-how. You're just a savage with a sword."

He walked over to her and force gripped her lightsaber out of her hands. "I'll take this..."

She looked up, her eyes red and watery. "That was Grela's...."

"All the more reason to deprieve you that which you love most." He pocketed it.

The Force-witch shook her head, rage building again, and lept to her feet. "GIVE IT BACK!!!!!!!" she roared, now pulling out her second blade, a saber the color of an amthyst.

"Ah, more toys. You seem quite resourceful." She charged again, but this time, her untaught Ataro gave way to fierce Djem So. She battered at him, beating him from every side and angle, schorching his robes whenever she could, craving to end his life. The cloud darkened, and rain began to pour down, but that didn't stop there fight, as their blades began to hiss and vape the air around them.

Aurora sighed. "I guess your right Iria. I can't be angry with Haldir. But I am still a little upset," she said.

"Oh mistress, don't be so hard on him. He did come back after all," Sapphire piped in with her two cents worth. This made Aurora smile.

"Come one, we better get going. Angel and Arch are scheduled to return today and we should be in there," she said indicating that Haldir should come with her. "I'm sure they'd love to see and old friend like you Haldir."

"I must agree," Iria smiled to Aurora. "Let us get back and meet with Lady Angel and Sir Archaras,"

Darth Sin barely held Kathleen at bay, as she furiously assaulted his defenses. He was a Sith Lord, the last of the Dark Lords from the days of Palpatine. His power was second only to Krayt, yet nothing could prepare him for this 'savage with a sword.'

After her initial assault, he managed to weave away and make an attack of his own, blasting her every once in a while with a spray of lightening, but she kept blocking. It didn't make any sense, how a woman this strong could come from a planet of know-nothings. And yet, here she was.

"I will kill you, Sin," she called through the rain and mist, as her purple saber spun around and hammered his side with a blow that forced him over several feet. "I will bathe in your blood, and you will die."

He winced as she forced more blows on him, shattering his defenses, and removing his natural strength. All he had now was what the Force gave him. "I wouldn't be so bragging, girl." He swung his sword around to meet hers, and battered her away momentarily.

"And I would have never come here!"

This time, she ran straight at him. He growled in delight, catching her in a mighty Force-choke. The Falleen heard her squeel in pain, bringing him pleasure as she clenched her life. "Ah.... another fatal mistake. Like so many before you..."

He walked closer, her lightsaber disabled and loose in her hand, as she struggled in his grasp. "You.....ba........stard.."

"What was that my dear?" he asked chuckling, as some of the troops around them snickered. "Afraid we can't hear that pretty voice of yours through your sobs."

She struggled vainly in his grip, but her body soon began to slow down, and grow weary. The soldiers became anxious.

"I'm afraid you're about to die, little flower."

She winced, her skin paling, as she looked down at him. At her lightsaber, hanging at his belt. She took a breath, feeling the rage flow through her, then unleashed it all. Kathleen screamed as hard as she could, bringing the force into her voice, and shattering Sin's eardrums as if she were a banshee. Before he could even react, she pulled at her lightsaber with the force, turned it torwards him, and stabbed him through the chest. As his eyes bulged over, his grip failing ion her, she caught him in a blast of her own lighting, the indigo bolts running over him, scattering and hitting several others, as the Inquisitor died.

She fell to he ground, gasping for air in the cold mud, hunched over the remains of her vengeance. She'd done it.... avenged Grela....

Then she heard the rifles click.

All three-hundred of them.

Several of the stormtroopers came up and aimed their rifles at her head. One kicked at her body, which lay hunched on the ground. "Get up, Witch."

She struggled against them, but the six of them easily brought him up to the commander's helmet. She knew he was eyeing her like a juicy steak, despite not seeing his face through the dark visor. "What a disgrace. I figured Sin would take care of your lot, but it looked like you got the better of him. Cuff her."

The guards immediately restrained her and took away her weapons. She was powerless to stop them, drained and out of energy. "Let me go..."

"Oh, I don't think so," he commented, as more guards came up, flanked by an Infantry Walker. "You're the catch of the day. I'm sure High Command will be pleased what we caught here."

They then drug her away, into the forest, as the call went out to Korriban and Coruscant that the witch that killed High Inquisitor Sin had been apprehanded.

Little did they know, they hadn't caught her pet Rancor.

~

Dathomir was one of the most dangerous places in the galaxy. Sure, it didn't have the poisonous, man-eating plants of Xagobah, the deadly, disease-infest fungi jungles of Felucia, or the wraiths and monsters of Korriban, but it had its fair share of nasties. Combined with the Rancors one never wanted to meet in the jungles, Dathomir was one of many dangerous places.

Except here, the Rancors were smart.

The contignet guarding Kathleen was thirty strong, with twelve Stormtroopers, six Stormcommandos, and the rest in Infantry Walkers. They were armed to the teeth, and had their cargo secured with chains, some drugs, and several tazers.

The group continued along the forest path, heading torwards the base, when one of the stormies was picked up right off the path, and pulled screaming into the dense brush. The lieutenant pointed that way. "Hold!"

As the group turned around, blasters pouring into the bushes, another arm reached and grabbed another trooper, followed by yet another grabbing a commando. Sensing the ambush, the group fired in every way, setting fire to the brush, and grenading the area.

When the smoke cleared, nothing was left. "Did we get it?" one of the younger troopers asked.

"I think so...."

As if to make it all ironic, a deafening roar filled the jungle, followed by a huge thundring. The group clusetered together, until something large and dark came charging through the tress and fire. They opened fire on it, but as their target disappeared in smoke, another came from behind, crashing into the two walkers, and trampelling them beneath its feet.

"Rancors!" the lieutenant shouted.

More roars followed, along with the arrival of a third rancor. The men fired in vain, but they were quicklly eaten or crushed beneath the trio's feet. The commandos tried explosives and missles to work, but none even broke through the beasts' hide. The route was ended in moments, just minutes before reinforcements arrived.

Baal crouched down, and lifted the chained form of Kathleen. "We must hurry."

And before the first speed bike arrived, all four were gone.