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[I guess that's my cue]

(Heading to Dark Jedi Master Malice's Tent)

Gene, walking tall in the midst of chaos and destruction, strode normally, unfazed by the destruction that lay around the ground he walks. Dark Jedi run pass him as they leave for their assignments and he enters the camp of Dark Jedi Master Malice; the one that initiated the destruction of Coruscant, of the Jedi, and all that gives hope to this pitiful galaxy. Gene couldn't but feel excited. There weren't many others like him there. Everyone was in dark colored robes, musing with each other as if nothing major was happening. Gene looked around and held his blaster's holster just in case the recruiter was lying and someone had paid him to get Gene killed.

The recruiter found Gene in a bar on Nar Shadda, after openly killing a room full of delegates (corrupted nonetheless) attending a secret "meeting". Of course, the way the media spun it, it was a massacre more than anything else. No one would have thought a fifteen year old assassin would have been able to take out fifty politicians and their dumber-than-bantha guards. No one ever suspects the kid, which was how Gene liked it.

The recruiter told him he had potential. If Gene had joined the ranks of Dark Jedi, he'd be able to attain great power. The recruiter told Gene the plans of taking over Coruscant and how is master, Dark Jedi Master Malice would be successful in his campaign. Of course Gene didn't buy it. For seven years he surrounded himself with scoundrels and low-lifes, always lying, always trying to get the advantage of him. He's experienced enough to know when someone is yanking his chain. Still, something inside him said to trust this fool. Weeks later, Gene saw what the recruiter predicted on the Holonet. Surprised and excited, Gene took the next transport out of Nal Hutta and to Coruscant.

Fast forward four days later, Gene is walking up to main tent where he would find Dark Jedi Master Malice and the recruiter who found him on Nar Shadda.

(Coruscant, Malice's tent)

Gene bowed just as the recruiter said when Malice would speak to him. He watched the Dark Jedi Master get up with difficulty. Gene could see him trying to hide it, but Gene knew - somehow. "I am at your command," Gene said, replying to Malice's first words to him. Gene observe the Dark Jedi move the corpse of the fallen Jedi into the flames. No, it didn't bother him at all. He'd seen more than enough executions in his lifetime and he knows there will be more after he finished his training. "No sir, it does not bother me," he said politely, "I do not fear death." Gene watched as the pile of bodies burned brightly in front of him. It was merely days since Malice first invaded, to have so many bodies already, it impressed Gene.

"No, instead I relish it. I love death. I give death. I am death." He said quietly to himself as he zoned out, staring into the dancing flames, engulfing the bodies of the fallen. It was a kind of motto for him. Something he learned seven years ago by the only mentor he had. Gene snapped back to the present and to his new master, "What am I to do for you, sir?"

Of course he has foreseen it, every Dark Jedi, Sith Lord, has foreseen it. Gene heard so many stories about Dark Lords foreseeing things, its not even funny. However, Gene's expression do not confer what his true feelings do. He was going to be used as a tool. Gene was fine with that, he's been a tool for almost eight years now. Though this time he will be a tool to stop whoever this Bale person is, and take control of the Dark Jedi. Power. Ultimate Power, that is what Malice is offering Gene. Only a madman would refuse this offer. Lucky for Malice, Gene was no madman.

"I am at your tool, my master."Gene said kneeling in front of the aged Dark Master. "Do with me as you wish. Craft me into your perfect weapon. Use me to destroy your enemies, to become your heir, to succeed you and live out your plan for this galaxy. My allegiance is to you."

Lies. All of them except becoming his heir and taking the Dark Jedi from Bale. But what else was Gene suppose to say, no? Absurd. He heard tales about this Malice, way before the recruiter found him. Indeed Malice was a man no sane being would want to cross or double-cross. Gene also heard of his apprentice, Bale. He was a Knight, angry, destructive, foolish. Foolish to think he would be able to take the reigns of his master's empire with his behavior. Who would ever follow a leader with no tactics or strategy? Who would follow a leader who is a rash brute, someone who would rather rush in, then try to plan things out? No, this Bale will die by Gene's hands just as his master 'foreseen', if not someone who he manipulated.

"I will become your apprentice." Gene said looking up at his new master. Things will be different for him starting now. The old life he had is now gone. Death to Gene Spectros, Kid Assassin. Long live Gene Spectros, Dark Jedi.

(To Malice's Flagship)

'Knowing one's weakness', Gene had heard that one before. It was a lesson he had kept with him ever since that day. Like a puppy following it's mother, Gene followed his master to his flagship. He kept quiet as he looked at the chaos. The invasion of Coruscant as all for naught. Gene figured all of this was just so he would seek out Malice and become his new protege. How smart of the recruiter and his new master. They got Gene on this one. They must've seen him before and knew his lust for power, for revenge. Yet, Gene didn't mind too much. He was always for adventure, be it an assassination mission or destroying the galaxy.

"Where are we heading off to, my master?" Gene asked softly, suppressing the demon (figuratively speaking) inside of him who wanted to kill Malice for tricking him to come out to look for him. Though a small part of him was indeed curious.

(Coruscant, Jedi Battle Front)

Wind howled through the tall buildings, swaying the monstrous structures like palm trees. The foundations creaked and whined from the stress, the rust that had eaten away at the once strong metal now crippled the frames threating to collapse at any moment. amongst the storm before the Jedi, small blades of light could be seen, a rainbow of colors, surronded by the mocking ring of red. Outnumbered and tired the Jedi pushed held thier position, as time wore on the jedi began to fall one by one overwhelmed by wave and wave of thier dark brothers. Just as it seemed hopeless the sinister army fell back, uneasy cheering erupted echoing through the buildings, fate was on thier side today.

Rath stood heavily breathing, grasping his right arm above the elbow he winced, some lucky fool managed to slice him, lucky for him his arm was still attached unlike so many others, among him. Thier screams of pain could not be squelch by the force, the smell of rotten and singed flesh stung his nostrils. Turning his head to look for his master he noticed someone out of place, perhaps one from the city willing to help, "A little to late" he thought to himself, though he walked over to her to investigate her prescence.

(In front of Malice's ship)

The red sand poured down like rain after the final jedi fell, Malice peered at Gene with pride, "He will do just fine" He thought walking toward the jedi shot, somehow clinging to the ebbs of life, Malice bent down to the jedi. "I told you i would crush you beneath my boot" Rising with a sinister grin, Malice slammed his black leather boot on the head of the Jedi causing a sickening crunch, blood spewed from the hole caused by the blaster. Wiping his boot on the mishappened jedi's robe Malice began entering the ship, stopping short of the doorway, he spoke grimly, "No my apprentice, the mission has just begun. Come, I have a plan to further ensure the continuance of this order."