The man straightened his red robe. His hair was brown with blonde streaks, down to his neck. His eyes were blue-gray, and around his right eye, he had a tattoo, two leaves, one above his eye, the other below, with the stems intersecting. He twisted, walking briskly into the room, his white cloak with the purple order stripe flowing out behind him.

Shadowed in darkness, a figure sat behind a large desk, his face hidden, his large, pale hands crossed in front of him, elbows resting on his desk. A deep, resonant voice spoke. "Ah. You must be that Guardian. Aglen, isn’t it?" The man nodded. "Well, I have a job for you, Aglen." Aglen straightened, stiffening slightly. The man didn’t notice. "I want you to bring someone to our side, the Dark Side." Aglen nodded slightly. "Here is all the information you need. If you can’t convert him…" Aglen stepped forward, his eyebrow raised, "…kill him." Aglen nodded, and smiled slightly. The man leaned forward, a datapad in his outstretched hand. Aglen took it. He thought he saw the man’s face. "Khyron?" he thought.

Etras Aglen spun, his medallion shifting against his waist, and his cloak swishing. He walked out into the hall. He directed himself to the tubelifts, and walked toward them. Inside, he instructed the lift to go to his level.

Once the door slid open, he dashed to his quarters. Etras entered his dimly lit dwelling. He took off his cloak, draping it over the bar suspended in his living quarters/sleeping quarters door. He pulled his medallion off, and hung it on its hook. He pulled off his robe, revealing his flight clothes. He grabbed a packed case, revealing that he had expected the mission in its existence, at least. He grabbed a ship-locking mechanism and disappeared back out the door.

He walked back to the lifts and proceeded to the docking bay level. After he arrived, he approached his Firespray, the Steeltalon. He climbed into the cockpit, checked fuel and all the necessary equipment, and called in for clearance. Receiving it, he initiated launch procedures. Once he was clear of the atmosphere of Eos, he punched up a set of Hyperspace Protocols, and input them into the computer. He pulled back the hyperspace lever. The stars streaked white, and then disappeared.

After a time, he pulled out the datapad and reviewed it. The only thing he knew so far was his destination. As he finished the data intake, he decided to nap the rest of the journey. He woke up to a volley of laser fire. He jerked up, cursing silently, and hastily activated his ion turrets. He fired several shots at the now visible Rebel X-Wings. The X-Wings hung dead in space as the turrets deactivated the mechanical equipment on the starfighters.

He proceeded to the planet’s surface. He grabbed his utility belt, which had a BlasTech, lightsaber, emergency rations, extra power cells, and three thermal detonators. He strapped it on, and crawled out of his ship. He glanced around, surveying his surroundings. The vegetation was lush. The atmosphere was muggy. He looked at the datapad, established his location, and determined what direction he’d have to travel to reach the dwelling of his target.

At nightfall he set up camp. He took directional readings, and plotted the course he had taken. He had strayed slightly from the direction he should be traveling in, but it could be made up on the morrow. He scanned for the shelter, but he was still too far to be able to detect it.

At daybreak, he was off again. At the end of the day, he was within scanning range of the dwelling of the light Jedi. He took a range reading, and discovered he was merely ten meters total from the shelter, though much of it was through very thickly forested area, which explained why it was not visible to him. He took out a wristlight, strapped it on, and set himself against the vegetation.

He soon cleared the edge, only two meters from the edge of the shelter. The openings were dark. He pulled his lightsaber, and went around the house to the front. He slashed open the duracrete door. He went inside, and made a search of the premises. No one was around. He went outside, and fell asleep, concealed in a patch of brush.

He was startled awake by a crashing in the undergrowth. He looked through the brush and saw a young Apprentice dress all in white. He unattached his saber from his belt and placed his thumb on the triggering surface without activating it.

As the boy reached the slashed door, Etras could see a frightened look on the visage of the boy. Etras stepped from the brush, simultaneously activating his ruby saber. The Apprentice whirled around, his face twisted in a look of surprise. His trembling hand moved to his saber, and fumblingly unclipped it. The amethyst blade jumped from the handle.

Etras calmly stated, "I am not here to fight you." They both deactivated their sabers. The Apprentice stammered, "Who are you?" Etras stated, "Dark Jedi, Guardian Etras Aglen, member of the Krath order, Krath Phyle of House Acclivis Draco, Clan Scholae Palatinae. You are Androlus Antar, Light Jedi, Apprentice." The Apprentice backed up a few steps. "What do you want?" he boldly asked, despite his frightened appearance. Etras said, "I am here to convert you to our side." The Apprentice gave quickly said, "NEVER!" Etras stated coldly and with precision, "If I cannot, I will kill you."

Androlus looked duly frightened at this statement, said with such uncaring and cruelty. Etras smiled, "Come, I will show you our ways." Androlus made a move to follow. As Etras turned, Androlus spun and dashed. In a calculated move, Etras turned and, not surprised ran after him. The faster Dark Jedi gained ground quickly. He easily and quickly navigated the thick growth and caught the Apprentice. Androlus grabbed his amethyst blade and ignited it. Etras grabbed his own in a movement faster then the eye could follow. The dark red blade shot from the silvery handle.

Androlus hacked ineptly at Etras, who ducked the dangerous blade, spun, and disarmed Androlus. The Apprentice spun on his heels and dashed. Etras made a few quick modifications to the handle and threw the hissing blade at the Apprentice. The ruby blade slashed Androlus’ back. The boy crumpled to the ground. Etras grabbed his blade from the ground, deactivated it, and grabbed Androlus’ too. He clipped his to his belt, and pushed the boy’s into the extra space provided by the belt. He dragged the dead body as far as he could by nightfall.

When he reach his ship after two more days journey, he put the body in the hold. He climbed into the cockpit and launched.

When he arrived at the Dark Hall on Eos and landed, he removed the body from the hold. He called a hover-platform and too the body to his room. He pulled on his robe, added his medallion, and draped on his cloak.

He went to the office and threw down the body, its grotesque expression still twisted on the pale face. The shadowed figure stepped from behind the desk. Etras gasped softly, "You ARE Khyron." The Grand Master of the Dark Brotherhood smiled. He pulled up the dead body, then dropped it. His smile faded. "You couldn’t convert him." Etras shook his head, "He resisted. He forced me to kill him." Khyron nodded. "Dismissed." Etras nodded, and walked out.

He returned to his quarters and took off his robes before lying down to take a long rest…