The night air was cool and if not for the cloak that he pulled close to his body, Sith Warrior Tron

might have considered it too cold to be outside. But he was here none the less and for an

important event that could help out House Naga Sadow. The wind began to pick up and then a

loud whine of repulsorlift engines could be heard over the howling of the wind.

As the shuttle set down on the landing pad, Tron began his traverse towards the pad. As he

approached the shuttle, its cooling units kicked in and steam surrounded the entire landing pad,

rising up to his neck. The ramp began to lower and as it did so did the steam like clouds. An

individual emerged from the shuttle and had the hood of his cloak up.

"Greetings Master Jammin, a pleasure to have you visit our House as always." Tron began, "To

what do we owe the honor of your visit, if I may ask?"

"You may." rasped Jammin, "But I do not particularly care to disclose that at this time."

"Understood." Tron stated matter of factly. "Allow me to introduce my Aedile, Dark Jedi Knight

Bob-Fett." Tron gestured to a robed figure standing at the edge of the landing pad.

"Dispense with the pleasentries Tron, I'm here to offer your House a chance of making

themselves known to the others." Jammin rumbled.

"You know, you sounded just like Vader then." said Tron with a tinge of sarcasm.

Jammin through back his hood and let out a laugh. "Its been too long Tron. I've missed your

sense of humor that you shared when we were both members of the Intelligence Division's

Ubiqtorate. Lets go inside, its a tad bit nippy out here."

"Yes of course Master." replied Tron

"Ya know its going to take awhile to get used to this Master thing, but I do like it." said Jammin.

* * * * *

The entire House was present inside for the Deputy Grand Master's proposition that he was

about to give to House Naga Sadow's members. As the crowd assembled and quited down at

Aedile Bob-Fett's direction, Dark Jedi Master Jammin took center stage to address the dark jedi

present.

"Greetings Dark Jedi Brethren, the Grand Master was most displeased with your apparent lack

of motivation during the Rite of Supremacy. To alleviate any doubts he may have of your house,

I've taken it upon myself to help you.

"Your mission should you choose to accept it is to locate a Privateer vessel that has been allied

with the New Republic since the beginning of their pathetic Rebellion. The "Free Lance" is a

Nebulon-B Frigate that has been modified. It has 10 Turbolaser Batteries, 2 Ion Cannons, 12

Laser Cannons, and Two Tractor Beam Projectors. Its captained by a man named Urias Xhaxin.

"Once you've found this vessel, your mission is to either capture it or if you have no choice,

destroy it. However, if you do capture it we (the Dark Council) will give it to your House as your

own private ship."

Tron looked around the House members and saw some skeptism in the face of the young

apprentices, whom made up a larger portion of the House, but then saw the veteran Jedi and the

look of excitement on their faces. "We'll do it." he announced.

* * * * *

An ominous cheer arose from the servants of darkness. The house veterans pulled back their

hoods and summoned force lights in their hands to show their support. The apprentices took their

lead in turn and lit their own force lights. Jammin stepped through the throng into Tron's high

meeting room. Meanwhile the mass of dark jedi began talking amongst themselves. One of the

taller ones moved over to a group of brethren surrounding a seasoned Jedi Hunter by the look of

his robes.

"Yes, sith brothers and sisters, I will have the battle plan for you before the evening is out. Now

good day unless you have a specific question." The majority of the sith left for their own quarters

too meditate and prepare. The rest formed a line in front of the sith commander, Ximeno. The tall

jedi made sure he was last in line. Questions were soon answered and the tall man was at the

front. Ximeno looked at him.

"Aubrey, what can I do for you?" Ximeno heartily acknowledged the younger jedi.

"I wish to discuss with you the deployment for tomorrow's battle. I have some concerns as to the

armament of the frigate," Aubrey replied, meeting Ximeno's steady gaze.

"Of course, Aubrey. Why don't we go to the mess hall and talk about it..."

* * * * *

As the meeting broke up, Guardian Danrik began the long walk back to his quarters. His eyes,

which are usually unfocused and glassy, took on a very focused and hard look. As he

approached the door, a scanner checked his DNA, and opened the door.

"Lights, full power." He muttered as he strode in and sat down at his desk. "Holonet

transmission."

"Number, please," a female voice said.

"326-38271-echo-echo-lima-zulu-4229," Danrik said.

"Please hold," the annoying female voice said.

"Yes?" A raspy voice question ten minutes later.

"I hear you are man of many talents," the Guardian said.

"You must have very good ears," the raspy voice replied. "What use are these talents to you?"

"I wish to meet somebody. His name is Urias Xhaxin, and he flies around in a Nebulon-B. I do

not wish him dead, I only wish to know where he is. Fifty thousand now, the same on

completion." Danrik answered. "Oh, and I would be very grateful if you could perhaps plant a

tracking device on his ship."

"How grateful?"

"Twice as grateful, to be paid after the meeting is concluded." Danrik said.

"This way you have incentive to make sure that it does not get found."

"Very well. I will leave a personal in the Tatooine News with the number sequence

239847-3823485 when the job is complete. My account number is

4493-bravo-3345zulu-4554." The line went dead.

Danrik then punched another number into the Holonet transceiver.

"Galactic Bank, may I have your name and account number please?" the receptionist said.

"Danrik Hourican, 226-echo-bravo-bravo-4432-zulu."

"Thank you," she said as she punched in the information. "How may I help you today?"

"I would like to transfer fifty-thousand credits to another account," Danrik said and then gave her

the account number. Then, after receiving acknowledgment, he killed the connection, and went

into a meditative state.

An ominous cheer arose from the servants of darkness. The house veterans pulled back their

hoods and summoned force lights in their hands to show their support. The apprentices took their

lead in turn and lit their own force lights. Jammin stepped through the throng into Tron's high

meeting room. Meanwhile the mass of dark jedi began talking amongst themselves. One of the

taller ones moved over to a group of brethren surrounding a seasoned Jedi Hunter by the look of

his robes.

* * * * *

After the briefing by Master Jammin, the group dispersed.

Manesh said, "A Nebulon B. Frigate, eh? I have always felt that they were more of a large

annoyance than a large capital ship. They have got a lot of weapons in a small area. If we could

get that ship, it would be great though. Who wants to be stuck on a planet all day?" After saying

a lot, Manesh noticed that nobody was paying any attention to what he was saying.

Manesh continued, this time louder, "I can't wait to begin, it should be very easy to get a Frigate."

Then he looked at the Apprentices, "They could learn a lot, too."

* * * * *

Jedi Hunter Eagleye quietly stands in the back with his long brown robes casting shadows over

his noticably experienced face. "Underestimating the enemy has caused difficulties in the past.

This will no doubt be a challenge worth taking." Eagleye said with a quiet voice. After noticing a

number of House members smile and laugh, Jedi Hunter Eagleye grabs his cloak and books and

walks out of the door. Later that evening JH Eagleye takes a look at his orders for the upcoming

battle.

"This reminds me about my stay with Praetorian Squadron." JH Eagleye says as he puts down

the orders and heads to the gym for some much needed meditation and Dark Jedi exercises. All

of a sudden Eagleye awoke from his Meditation because of tremendous power that just entered

the gym.

Sith Warrior Tron walked up to JH Eagleye and said "We are assembling in the war room at

0400 hours, you will be there with the other members I have selected for the first part of this

mission. The second part will be following you, their path will be different than the team that you

are on."

"Thank you" as JH Eagleye bows and leaves to get ready for the meeting.

* * * * *

Dark Jedi Knight Bob-Fett walks swiftly( as one does when ones Quaestor sends for you) down

the hallway to Sith Warrior Tron Dlarit's private chamber. Stopping at the door to straighten his

robe and brace himself. He is about to knock when the doors open and he hears Tron say

"Come in my faithful servant."

"I hate when he does that" Bob-Fett thinks to himself. He walked in to see Tron sitting in his chair

looking out the window at the Sif night. Bob-Fett walks up and bows next to him, "You called

for me sire?"

"Yes," Tron replies "What do you think of Master Jammin's proposal?"

Bob-Fett stands and says "It is a great opportunity for the House and its members, but it wont be

easy."

"Why whatever do you mean, Bob?" Tron questions.

"Well sire, we have many fine jedi, but most are inexperience apprentices and we are still without

a Krath Tetrach and Obelisk Sergeant. It will be quite a challenge." Bob-Fett replies.

"But a challenge is exactly what this house needs, it is an opportunity for new faces to prove

themselves worthy and for experienced members to live up to their expectations. For us truly to

become a powerful house like I have forseen, I need to know we are the true jedi." Tron says.

"I understand completly sire, and I am completly at your service as always." replies Bob-Fett.

"Good, your a faithful servant Bob, now I have already contacted most of the key members for

finding that ship. I will be meeting them within the hour. I plan on cutting this into two groups, one

to find the ship and the other to capture it. I stress the word Capture Bob, because a ship would

help the house considerably. So I'm sending you with the second group and your job Aedile

Dark Jedi Knight Bob-Fett is too see to it that everything that can be done is done to make sure

we capture that ship. Do you understand Bob?" as Tron looks deep into Bob-Fett's eyes with a

stare that shows his intensity and power.

Bob-Fett stands at attention and replies "I will not let you down sire," and bows.

As Bob-Fett exits Sith Warrior Tron Dlarit's private chambers, Tron swings his chair back

towards the window and whispers to himself "I hope not Bob, I hope not."

Apprentice Doppelganger stands in line with the rest of the Apprentices as the announcement is

made. A murmur runs through the Apprentices of both confusion and anticipation. "Our own

ship...", "What does this mean?", "How do we help?", "I hope I find it..."

Doppelganger stands still, listening to the others. This is the moment he has been waiting for. Ever

since he joined, Doppelganger has been studying, reading, training, meditating, learning. He has

always known there would come a time when he could prove himself, prove his abilities .... that

time had come.

Doppelganger's only chance was to be assigned to the group that would be vital in finding and

taking the ship. But which group would he join. Anyone could find the ship, anyone could get the

glory.

Doppelganger had to think. How would the House masters choose to apprehend the ship? The

most obvious and least feasible would be everyman for himself. This wouldn't help Doppelganger

at all. Another possible option would be to split the entire House into smaller groups to search for

the ship. But, what would happen once they found the ship? A small group could never hope to

take a ship that size, even Dark Jedi. This leaves only one option: to form a group specifically

designated to take the ship, while the rest of the House would try to find the ship. He MUST get

appointed to the "seize" group.

Doppelganger went to his chamber to meditate in order to gather the strength of will he would

need to face the Quaestor, Sith Warrior Tron in the morning...

* * * * *

Sith Warrior Tron steps onto the shuttle and faces his Dark Jedi Warriors, mostly Obelisk

members, "Normally our Obelisk Sergeant would handle this type of task but since one has not

been selected I get the pleasure of leading this expedition. Hopefully by the time our House

members jump into their Tie Starfighters we will have selected one." SW Tron hands out the data

cards of everyone on the shuttle as it begins its jump to hyperspace.

"Here are the orders, we will be going to a planet which I will not yet disclose to any of you and

take out a New Republic base. More specifically, its Headquarters. The plan is very simple, we

use our Jedi techniques to cloak ourselves in darkness. Enter the headquarters, set up a few

charges while another team led by myself enters the headquarters and downloads all of the

information we need to find this capitol ship of ours. Everyone clear so far?"

As everyone nods SW Tron continues his briefing, "Now the only hard part about this plan is that

a Light Jedi Knight is said to be on the base. Our intelligence has told us that the Light Jedi

Knight is there helping out the base upgrade its defenses. So be prepared for these orders to

change. Also, we will be going in light. We will have a standard issue of medical supplies for the

team and a standard issue stormtrooper rifle for everyone. Now my Dark Jedi, lets all meditate

and let the dark side flow through us. We will require its power and warm feeling while we get rid

of an entire base of operations!"

Everyone then closes their eyes, a few minutes later the whole shuttle seemed to glow as

everyone concentrated on their meditations.

* * * * *

As the shuttle approached the mirky planet in its viewscreen Sith Warrion Tron Dlarit gave the

order for the young Jedi to begin cloaking their presence from the minds of the New Republic

military personnel, while he atttempted to hide them from the Light Jedi.

So far so good, he thought as the shuttle passed through the atmosphere and was already

preparing to land. "Once on the ground our element of surprise will no longer be necessary, if

they send any fighters to attack us Jedi Hunter Ximeno and his team will eliminate them."

"My team is ready to proceed." announced Jedi Hunter Eagleye, he had been given command of

the Obelisk(not as the Sergeant yet but as the temporary leader) since he was the highest ranking

of them all.

"Good, let us proceed then." replied Tron.

The team disembarked from the old Lambda-class shuttle they'd picked up awhile back and

headed for the edge of the base. As they neared the top of a grassy hill they could see that the

defenses that were being setup weren't fully operational yet.

"You're informant came through so far Guardian Danrik, let us hope he did not leave out any

information. Its a shame that he wasn't able to get that meeting with Urias Xhaxin setup yet." Tron

stated matter of factly.

Danrik just grumbled something about unreliable sources under his breath and took his

macrobinoculars out and zoomed in on the closest tower to the group of Dark Jedi. He could see

what looked like two, no wait, three guards in the tower. All of them seemed pretty relaxed and

didn't even know what their fates were.

Tron had brought Danrik along with the Obelisk Brigade to help him in his endeavors of finding

the Light Jedi, though he was of the Sith Order and should have been in one of Ravana Squads

twelve fighters, he felt that he was still making use of his abilities by being here for SW Tron since

DJK Bob-Fett was leading Team 2.

Tron took a sip of Corellian Ale from a flask and then after looking at what was soon to be a

battle scene gave the order to charge. The Brigade broke up into two divisions, one lead by

Eagleye the other by Obelisk Trooper Anakin Solo(a young apprentice who was almost

complete with his Shadow Academy tests).

The closest tower went up in flames as Obelisk Troopers shot up all of the electrical wiring that

was exposed. The troops in the tower could have gotten some shots off if it hadn't been for the

fact that the top of all eight towers surrounding the base erupted in explosion as Jedi Hunter

Ximeno and the rest of Ravana Squadron fired two concussion missles into each of them. Tron

and the Obelisk members and Danrik scaled the walls and were inside within seconds. As they

setup a standard defensive circle ready for any attack to come at them they noticed the base was

actually very quiet, minus the smoke and explosions.

Out of the smoke emerged a young looking woman in the traditional brown robes of the Jedi

Knights, the defenders of the Republic both Old and New. She ignited her lightsaber and looked

straight at Tron. Nudging his way through the crowd of Obelisk Troopers that surrounded him,

Tron made it to the front and ignited his own lightsaber. It took on the color of silver, but if you

looked at form almost any different angle of view you'd think it was a completely different color.

The battle ensued thereafter and they fell into the grasp of the smoke, disappearing from view.

But Guardian Danrik was not afraid of not being able to see his Quaestor, he could still sense him

and would use the force to see the battle progress.

* * * * *

As the battle raged on between Sith Warrior Tron and the Light Jedi Knight, Danrik reached out

with his senses, and was mystified that there were no more Jedi present, because the Jedi Tron

was battling would certainly have brought some minions to assist her in her work. Pushing that

thought aside, Danrik motioned for Apprentice Anakin Solo to follow him to the computer

terminal. "I require assistance with the computer," he said.

"AS you wish," Anakin said as they began work on the computer.

After they bad broken though two layers of security protocols, Danrik felt a prickling on his

senses. He reached out with the Force and sensed a presence. Not nearly as powerful as the

Jedi Knight that Tron was in battle with, but powerful nonetheless.

Danrik stood up, reached into his red robes, and withdrew an ancient artifact. The artifact was

about four inches long and about three in diameter, and had no seams in the metal, and no visible

protrusion in the metal. He held the artifact in the palm of his hand and concentrated. The cylinder

made a fffft sound as it elongated into a seven-foot long war staff. He held the staff in a middle

ready position and advanced into the smoke.

* * * * *

The battle between SW Tron and the Light Jedi was not going well for either combatant, as each

had received many cuts from the other's lightsaber. Both were in considerable pain, as all of their

energies were concentrated on the battle, and could not bee spent on such trivial things as pain.

What each needed to bring this duel to a close was a distraction, just for a second, so they could

slip inside the others guard.

* * * * *

A slight prickling on his senses was his only warning, and he immediately brought his staff into a

high ready position in time to block a slash from a longsword, which the Light Jedi used as a

lightsaber trainer. He returned the strike by hitting the Light Jedi in the ribcage with his staff, and

breaking a couple ribs. As Danrik was recovering from the thrust, the Light Jedi managed to get

through his guard and cut his arm deeply. Ignoring the pain, he broke the Jedi's wrist with a

downward slash of his staff, then bringing the other end around in a low sweep to trip the Light

Jedi. As he was trained, Danrik then brought the blunt end on the Light Jedi's throat just above

the sternum, and held it there until the Jedi died.

* * * * *

The Jedi Knight suddenly paled and Tron saw his chance, and moved inside her guard. He took

his lightsaber and cleaved her in two from her upper left shoulder to her lower right torso. She

screamed as she disapeared and her empty cloak and lightsaber fell to the ground. Tron prodded

the remains with the toe of his boot and moved back to the main group.

When Tron arrived back at the computer terminal, Anakin Solo had managed to download all of

the information to a set of datacrystals.

* * * * *

"I copy that sire, were on our way." DJK Bob-Fett answered from the cockpit of his Missle

boat. Team Two, which consisted of DJK Bob-Fett in his Missle boat, Apprentices Lucifer,

Kain Rukar, and Corsair in Tie Fighters, and two shuttles (one containing the rest of the Obelisk

Brigade led by Protector Viett and the other with various Krath members led by Guardian Jex)

had been in orbit of the planet Sif awaiting to hear from Sith Warrior Tron on the location of the

Free Lance.

"Allright listen up team, heres the deal. Part one of our mission was a success, but now its our

turn. We have learned the location of the Free Lance, it is currently orbiting the planet Deyer in

the Anoat system. According to the records, Xhaxin has a base on that planet and this is the best

time for attack because most of the crew are on planet leaving the ship with just a skeleton crew.

Our job is to keep the Free Lance around until Ravana Squadron can get there to help disable

her. When its disabled the shuttles will dock with it and eliminate the crew and take control of the

Free Lance. Reports show the Free Lance has no squadron support but we have no idea what

base defenses he might have. So keep on your toes. Any questions?" Bob-Fett asked. "Okay,

then I have sent everyone the coordinates for your nav computers. So on my mark. Three ....

Two .... One .... Go!!!" The six ships disappeared into space on their way to a victory for House

Naga Sadow.

* * * * *

"Alright, let's check in, men," Ximeno ordered over the radio.

"Ravana 2-3 checking in," Mortu responded.

"Ravana 3-1 checking in" Pyxidium said clearly.

"Ravana 1-2 checking in," Aubrey spoke distantly, his mind on the battle ahead. The rest of the

pilots checked in routinely.

"Excellent. You all know the game plan. Once we arrive in the Antiga system, we stand by for

our orders to hyper in on the Free Lance. Once we arrive, we attack. I'm not sure, but I'm

pretty certain they'll have auxiliary power reserved for shields once Bob-Fett's group has

destroyed their first shields. Most privateer vessels do and I'm betting this is no exception. Once

their shields are down, we execute Aubrey's plan and then disable the ship. Is that understood?"

A myriad of positive replies were heard on the radio. "Alright, we hyper to the Antiga system in

three.. two... one... now."

Aubrey saw the stars turn to starlines and the world around him become mottled as he prepared

for entry into another battle.

* * * * *

"Sir, rebel ships sighted off our port side," Aubrey reported as they entered the Antiga System.

"It's a scouting party. Flight two, engage the A-Wings. Flight one, you're with me. Follow my

lead and stay in formation, flight three stay back and save your torpedo load," Ximeno ordered

as the TIE Defenders of flight two swung around head-on towards the A-Wings. Ximeno and the

Spectre Missileboats of Flight One headed straight for the B-wings, but climbed above them

gradually as they did so.

"The B-wings are heading for Flight Two. As soon as they have engaged, I want to swing around

and attack them from the rear while matching speeds. You may use one advanced concussion

missile on your target," Ximeno ordered.

Just then, the B-wings passed below Flight One and engaged Flight Two seconds later. "Break

NOW!" Ximeno bellowed. Suddenly, the B-wings turned around and fired already locked

advanced missiles on Flight One. Aubrey's target turned right on him, but fired only a single

missile. As the missile closed, Aubrey pulled back on the throttle, swung around, evading the

missile and accelerated again, engaging his SLAMs as he did so. He then slowed to a halt as the

missle once again closed but did a loop-de-loop as it overshot him too quickly and fired on the

little annoyance. He then brought his attention to the B-wing, which had already locked and fired

another missile, but Aubrey was far away enough to catch it before it could reach him. Matching

the B-wing's speed as it zipped past him, Aubrey brought his guns on its back and fired his lasers

sufficiently enough to take down its shields then fired a missile to finish the job.

"B-wings destroyed," Ximeno reported as Aubrey's target exploded into a fireball then to mere

ash without the oxygen to sustain the fire. The two remaining A-Wings routed in an attempt to

regroup or possibly flee, but were caught with missiles and destroyed. A dark cheer arose from

the pilots. "Damage report," Ximeno said as the squadron regrouped.

"They got through to my hull," Guardian Hunter reported as he returned to formation, "But its

barely a dent."

"Glad to hear it," Ximeno said with a hint of sarcasm. "Alright, prepare for battle, I'll probably get

the order to hyper in soon." Aubrey lifted his helmet and took a swig of his special brew ordered

from the finer breweries on a planet that was yet to be named by the Empire. He thought briefly

that "Old Milwaukee" might be fitting, but discarded the idea for sounding un-Imperial.

"Okay pilots, the order has been recieved. Let's get a ship for our house! Hyper in on my mark...

mark." The ships disappeared into space in preparation for what could be the greatest victory yet

for their house.

* * * * *

Ravana Squadron exited hyperspace, entering in an asteroid field. "Oh my darkness, who has

putted this here?, There was no report about an asteroid field" said Ximeno as soon as he could

see where they are. "Men, beware of this but keep the formation."

"Have anyone of you any idea about this asteroid field?" ask Ximeno while he avoided a little

asteroid coming spinning from the right, and seeing how Aubrey just followed him without

breaking the formation. Good pilot, he thought, the force is great in him.

"Ximeno, I feel an asteroid hangar," called Pyxidium, "yes, it's there at 10, I can see it in my

scanner".

"Ok, we'll take a look at it. Aubrey, go there and report, Squadron straight ahead" said Ximeno.

"Nothing wrong Ximeno, it seems abandoned, going back to squadron" reported Aubrey

"Roger Aubrey, take your place ASAP" answer Ximeno.

Suddenly the gate of the hangar opened and 6 x-wings went out. "Ximeno, I've detected 6

x-wings behind me, just going out the hangar, it's an ambush!. I'll stay and stop them, just another

6 x-wings" reported Aubrey.

"Squadron, just follow the instructions and go for the Freelance, I'm backing up to help Aubrey

and stop these dammed rebels, Flight III follow your way, Flight II escort them and Flight I clean

the way, I'll see you soon" Ximeno ordered on the radio and turned back.

"Roger Sir" answered Pyxidium

"Yes Sir" answered Hunter.

"Aubrey, i'm on the way, just target me and push full throttle, you've got two on your six, then

when we'll be just to collision turn down and I'll pick them off, right about....now!" two missiles

were fired and followed by a burst of laser fire that finished the two x-wings.

"Two short, come on. Let's get'em our away, then after 10 seconds kill our respective hunters, I

see 4" shouted Ximeno.

"I've got 3" answered Aubrey while he did a loop, spinning at the same time.

"5.. 4...come on, 3 ... 2.... ready to turn, 1... TURN!" shouted Ximeno, and in that moment,

Ximeno and Aubrey faced one another targeting and locking their respective followers, and firing

missiles, "good shooting Aubrey, there are only 3 rebels now." said Ximeno "take my left,. we'll

finish this in victor formation, remember your IWATS days..Holy Darkness! I've been hit,

damage report......., it's ok, laser gun is out. let's finish these rebel scum. Good shot Aubrey, and

now the last one,...bingo!" said Ximeno, "Good work Aubrey and now let's go back. Ravana

Squadron, Ximeno reporting, we are on the way! How is it going?"

Pyxidium answered "Nice to hear you Sir, we saw the fight in our scanners, take command."

* * * * *

Instrument panels blinked beeped and whistled at him but he paid them no heed. The cockpit of

the sleek Tie Defender was solitary and his interest in chatter on the comm unit was minimal at

best. Fu was exploring the new countries of the mind that the masters at the academy had shown

him.

The fighter was a high performance craft but he'd never been in tune with any ship like he was

now. He could feel the frame work as if it were his skeleton and the hull and solar panels of the

spider winged assault craft were his flesh. The Force flowing through man, machine, and all of

existence and he basked in it's cold darkness, shunning the fading brightness.

The thought of brightness finally pulled his attention back to the displays, nothing but rock and

debris floating aimlessly about space.. Wait! was that... There! again, something seemed to come

visible between two of the larger pieces of debris. The sensor package was extensive on his ship

but whatever it was seemed to be nothing more consistant than a ghost. Still, the instincts

awakened within him would not be silent...

"GRD Hunter, this is Fu, do you copy?" The comm static hissed breifly until the filter kicked in.

"Affirmative Fu, what's the problem?" came the reply, tone indicating there had better be a good

reason for breaking comm silence.

"Hunter, I'm not sure but I've had a couple of sensor contacts ahead in a debris field..." a brief

pause followed, "I know this sounds weird but all the instructors have told me trust my anger, my

hatred, even my fear. Well, right now, my fear is telling me that some one or something up ahead

is trying to hide and if I'm right, they know we are here."

"Always listen when the Force speaks apprentice. Good work even if it is nothing." replied his

flight leader, GRD Hunter. Sharp orders were barked over the comm as inspiration flashed in the

cold awarness that had let him notice the subtle maneuving by the craft ahead.

"SIR!", the volume of his shout surprised even him. In a lower tone, "I have an idea!".

"What is it Fu we're approaching your danger zone in about 2.5 mikes..."

"I think it's either an ambush or they want to know what we are up to. We don't have time to

search for them and we can't let a warning get to that ship... If I cut power completely and wait

here, whoever that is will see 2 different 3 ship wings go by. Whatever they plan will be tipped

off at that time... If one tries to break and warn, I'll be waiting, if it's an abush, I'll alert you and

they'll never know what hit 'em" The plan came out in a blurted rush.

What was he thinking, giving advice to a Gaurdian. Surely it was almost too late to enact now

and yet silence. Just as he expected the enraged voice of the flight leader to order all ships to

destroy this arrogant newcomer, the order came... "Fu! good plan... Drop power NOW!"

Without thought, he shut down all systems of his craft not even bothering to stabilize or

decelerate. He would look like so much space debris himself now...

"Negative Fu, you've cut lifesupport and IFF signal bring 'em back online or you'll freeze to

death. That's an..." The charge from the comm systems capacitors faded completely and there

was silence. And hatred. The hatred became his focus. Once again he let himself flow into the

ship like the masters at the academy had said. His first instructor who had almost killed him with

the exposure training his first week at the Academy had said, "There is no cold, there is no heat,

there is only the Dark Side and Power ... If you choose to take the cold, then you die, the heat,

you also die. Take hold of the Dark Side and you shall prevail where others falter..."

This litany he repeated to himself. He was not cold, he was metal and silicon and molecular

welds. His breathing slowed and his viewscreen clouded over ever so slightly. He was in no real

danger from the cold as yet... The cockpit was insulated enough to keep the heat for a short time.

In his head, he counted the seconds and hope the calculations made in his head were correct.

There was no longer fear, only the Force, only the Dark Side and power... another side thought

to send an anonymous bottle of something special to the evil bastard that had tortured him in that

week of training whisked by and as the count expired, he reached out to power up.

The movement broke into his trance to much... all his concetration had been invested and the

disturbance brought him back to frigid, airless reality. Struggling to maintain just a few seconds

more, he coded the initialization sequence into the keypad, waited while the air scrubbers kicked

in with a telltale whooosshhh... and breathed in deeply and gratefully.

The two flights were just passing the what seemed to be the debris of two ancient Corellian

Corvettes and his drive, weapons, and shield subsystems informed him that all three were ready

to restart...

Instead, he routed all available charging power to his engine. Spare power after the fact could

always be routed to the subsystems later. The gratification he felt when the four Ywings poked

their noses from various chunks of the shattered corvettes... His finger stabbed the final key of

the full power restart and without even fully knowing how, he called and though his comm system

remained silent, he knew he had been heard...

As one, the flights wheeled out in blade sharp turns. The Y-wings were noticeably distressed

when the craft their missiles had been previously locking onto, were now closing with green

coruscating fire showing their fragile ships. The dismay in their pitifull rebel eyes would almost

have been worth enough to spare them. Almost. No warning escaped. No significant time was

lost, and one more rebel patrol would never see their children again.

For once Fu allowed himself a smile as he had taken his first kill. There would be many more

required to pay the debt the Rebels owed him. And with his newfound brothers, he was well on

the way to collecting with interest...

* * * * *

Pain. He had not felt such pain in quite sometime. All those days of no battle had finally started to

catch up with him. Its not as if he hadn't kept in shape, goodness knows he worked out everday

and used the gymnasium in the sub-levels of the House Naga Sadow Palace daily. He was fit for

battle, had gone through numerous exercises ... both hand-to-hand and lightsaber. But none of

that was like the actuall thing, that which he had just been apart of.

Dark Jedi Knight Bob-Fett and his team were on their way, Tron had just issued the order to

commence with stage two of the battle plan. Now he lay in his own shuttle, enroute to the planet

Deyer where the battle was to take place. And he was doing nothing. All he could do was lay

here and let his maidservant apply medicine to his lightsaber cuts. They had severed after they

were inflicted and that stopped any and all bleeding, but they still needed to be mended and

taken care of extensively.

Once the maidservant had finished with the last cut, a nasty one he'd recieved to his mid-thigh on

his left leg, he got up and headed to the cockpit. Guardian Danrik was flying the shuttle, though at

this point in hyperspace there was no real need to be at the controls unless something like an

Interdictor pulled them into realspace. Tron walked up to Danrik and noticed he had a slash

across his right bicep, obviously a would he had recieved from his battle with the young jedi he'd

encountered.

"The battle should be commencing any moment now. How long till we arrive?" asked Tron, his

voice sounded so weak because of his exhaustion, yet he stood tall and kept an air of difference

amongst himself. To show weakness infront of his apprentices would be the downfall of House

Naga Sadow.

"Three hours and twenty-nine minutes, sire." replied Danrik, who looked alot better than Tron

felt, seeing whereas they were the only two who had any real combat on their mission. "Bacta

baths for us once we return home, I can't wait."

Tron noted Danrik's sarcasm in his last statement. It was a known fact that no pilot like bacta,

and having been a Squadron Commander twice before he decided to form House Naga Sadow,

Tron knew exactly how Danrik felt.

* * * * *

Three hours and twenty-nine minutes later, the shuttle emerged from hyperspace only to see one

of the greatest bloodbaths of House Naga Sadow's history. Fighter craft parts were strune about

everywhere. But to Tron's relief not one fighter that he saw belonged to his house. He could see

in the distane Ravana Squadron and blue lances of energy arcing towards the Nebulon-B Frigate

that sat in space directly ahead. It appeared that Bob-Fett had come through with his end of the

mission, his shuttles were preparing to dock and then the fight onboard the Free Lance would

begin. Tron wanted to be there, to do something, but by the time they'd arrive Bob would surely

have the ship captured. Tron would have to wait and see the outcome when he arrived. Just

make sure to capture Xhaxin alive Bob, Tron thought.

* * * * *

Team Two came out of hyperspace right on target. Dark Jedi Knight Bob-Fett saw in front of

him the planet Deyer and orbiting it was the Free-lance. "Okay Team Two, report in" Bob-Fett

ordered over his comlink. "Alpha 1 here," App Lucifer said. "Alpha 2 standing by," App Corsair

said. "Alpha 3 ready to go," App Kain Rukar replied. "Lambda 1 awaiting orders," Protector

Viett said. "Lambda 2 here," Guardian Jex said. "Roger that," Bob-Fett said, "Listen up, Alpha

group fall in behind me and Lambda group fall back and await orders to dock. We're going in."

"Roger that and good luck sire," Viett replied.

The three tie fighters of Alpha group fell into formation behind Aedile Bob-Fett's missle boat as

they raced towards the Nebulon B Frigate Free-lance. "Alpha group listen up," Bob-Fett

ordered, "CMDR Ximeno just informed me there about sixty clicks away and have encountered

fighters and have engaged. So we will keep enroute towards the Free-lance. Just keep any

fighters off me. I have a payload of twenty advanced torpedoes(it only takes seventeen to knock

the shields down to zero), after the shields are down I will start to disable the ship with ion

cannons and hopefully Ravana will be here to help finish them off. Everyone copy?" Bob-Fett

asked. "Roger that sire," Lucifer answered. "Okay here we go," Bob-Fett said.

Bob-Fett set shields to max, lasers to minimum and dual-linked his advanced torpedoes. As

Bob-Fett locked onto the Free-lance he let the Dark Side flow through him as he dodged the

laser fire as necessary and fired away his torpedoes. There was no interference from other

starfighters at all, so the young apprentices of Alpha group showed their skills as they began to

take out the Free-lance's lasers with precise shots. In a matter of minutes the Free-lance shields

were down and Bob-Fett switched to ions and transferred all energy into his lasers. Before he

could even fire a shot though, he noticed other blue beams assaulting the Free-lance. It was

Ravana squadron, right on time.

In a minute the Free-lance was completely disabled. The assault could not have gone any better.

"Bob-Fett to Lambda group, start docking precedures, I'll meet you aboard," Bob-Fett ordered.

"Roger that, on our way," Viett answered. As Lambda group began docking precedures

Bob-Fett swung around his missle boat and began his own docking precedure. He knew that it

wasn't over yet, they still had to capture the ship along with Xhaxin. And he had given his word

to SW Tron, so he was going to see to it personally.

* * * * *

As the first of the Naga Sadow obelisk troops ran off the shuttle's boarding ramp, they reached

out into the ship using the Force and felt... nothing. At first they paid it no heed and charged

valiantly into battle, and began to defeat the forces abord the Free Lance.

Soon after, they began to notice something was seriously wrong. Their Force abilites would not

work. For the apprentices, this was a small blow, but the more skilled were noticeably paler.

Soon it was discoverd that thousands of ysalamiri had been placed all over the ship, in heavily

armored boxes.

* * * * *

Upon finding the ysalmiri, Dark Jedi Knight Bob-Fett bellowed in a fit of rage, "This whole ship is

a trap and we took the bait!"

Just as suddenly, a Rebel strike fleet burst out of hyperspace. Realspace Drives thundered as

three Corellian gunships, their bristling laser cannons promising dire consequences, raced to close

the vice on their prey. X-wings swarmed past the hurtling gunships to crush any fighter cover

before it could even be launched. The comm unit babbling in his ear infuriated the Bob-Fett, yet

the warriors of House Naga Sadow are not so easily beaten, they would never surrender, only

fight with all the darkness and cold of space.

His eyes cold, his voice frigid, the House Aedile (Bob-Fett) gave the command, "I want two

teams NOW!! Team one will return to their fighters NOW!! We need time, and you'll get it by

Sadow or I'll kill you all myself!!" He had not finished his threat before they were into the

corridor racing towards the airlock and their deadly craft. "Now! While they buy the time and

assist Ximeno with keeping the Rebel dogs busy, all of you come with me to the bridge! Every

pilot who dies out there will be matched by one of you", he said without anyone doubting him a

bit. Not even the fact that he would be there to do it, such was his confidence. "MOVE Damn

you MOVE!" he shouted, racing at their heels, driving them with his will and prescence alone. As

they arrived, he thrust through the less experienced Jedi and went to a subsystem control panel.

Emergency lights fluttered and with a sickly whir, the bridge doors began to close laboriously..

"Damn you FOOLS!!! Don't just stand there! Help it close!!! TWO OF YOU for EVERY pilot

that dies buying the time you waste!!!", he shrieked as backs bent furiously and hands scratched

for leverage on the door. Even before the door was completely shut they felt the rock of

explosions. The sudden hiss of air leaking as the door finally sealed at last made clear their

leaders plan, or part of it at least. Already they could feel the effect of the ysalamiri, dissipating as

one by one they died in the vaccuum and cold of the void. Needing no power to trigger the

explosive charges on the emergeny hatches, Bob-Fett had taken care of the only immediate

problem that he could and compromised the entire ship except the bridge.

But though the ysalamiri had been eliminated, the Free Lance was still disabled after the ion

bombardment by Brotherhood fighters. And the effects of the ysalamiri were fading to slowly; his

plan would fail because he did not have the strength to even attempt his desperate gambit.

Chargrined by his earlier admonishments, the team was all about him and suddenly it occured to

him that they had seen, with their returning senses, an inkling of his intentions. Their eyes had

gone out of focus as they joined hands and encirled him with heads bowed low...

In a surge he could feel their seething black fear, and ravening fury as a wave pure energy and

without conscious thought, he knew that they had given themselves completely to him to use all

that were or would ever be if neccessary to do with as he would. His eyes were consumed in

flames of darkness as he stood tall, and as he began, he swore oath to the Spirit of the Emperor

that he would not fail them.

Standing like icon of the ancient Sith Lords, his mind leapt out to encompass the ship. His being

entrenched within the metal hulk, he raised his arms and brought forth torrents of naked power.

In all directions it leapt, yet no damage was done, no metal redend or charred. It seemed as if the

ship drank out of greed and thirst, as slowly, lights flickered and telltales sounded... But the ship

was a voracious child. Power continued to flood from the circle and he could feel his brave

troops giving out. In a last titanic surge, he took all that he could take and still be assured of their

survival and then, without remorse, even more. The corruscade died out as the Dark Jedi

collasped. Like a Sith obelisk, he still stood.

Staggering to the main navigation console, he silently prayed that the flashing lights would not

betray him and die out. Passing over the fallen Jedi, he made no move to aide or even verify

wether they were dead or alive. After all, dead would be dead later to, but he was not beaten

yet. No blasts had as yet peirced the armor of the frigate. Two steps from the console and the

lights came on steady. He was elated and as he reached to the controls, his elation turned tenfold

to rage as the lights just as suddenly died again completely.

"NNNOOOO!!! BY THE EMPEROR NOOOOOO!!!!", he howled at the ship, his fists arcing

down onto the console. Where they struck, dark energy seethed outward and crackled breifly,

lights flickered once and then shown bright. He could feel the steady thum of the engines' ready

power surging as the drives charged and in a last effort he reached out with the force and seized

the rendezvous point. Entering it, he initiated the jump and left the Rebels behind as well as his

own. They were Dark Jedi, they would survive or they were unworthy.

As consciouseness faded from him, too exhausted even to use the force to stay focused, he could

have sworn he heard an unearthly laughter coming from, well, from everywhere.. Yet before he

could muse more on it, his body enforced its' command and sent him deeply into his healing

sleep.

* * * * *

The laughter that DJK Bob-Fett heard as he slipped from conciousness to unconciousness was

an apprentice to the Light side of the Force. This apprentice is part of the elite cadre of Jedi who

were detaching themselvs from the walls of the bridge.

"Good job everybody," the leader said. "Are they all unconcious?"

"Yes, Master," the young apprentice said after kicking a few of the Naga Sadow warriors.

"Good. See to it that they do not wake up. Is Tron there?" He said, pointing at the pile of Dark

Jedi on the floor.

"I do not think so, Master. Perhaps he is somewhere else on the ship?"

"I think not. Very well, he will come to us. His psyche profile shows him to be exceedingly loyal,

and he will not want to allow us to keep his bretheren for long. In the meantime, we need to

prepare for his arrival." The Jedi Master replied.

* * * * *

With the dissappearance of its prey, the Rebel Assault Fleet turned it's attention upon the

abandoned fighter craft and the Obelisk shuttle... The fanatic pilots of House Naga Sadow rolled,

dove, and swerved; firing lasers that made space seem to be made of hurtling emralds. Though

vastly outnumbered, the few Naga Sadow pilots made the New Republic fleet aware, that many

are not needed when the few are Dark Jedi.

Yet even the greenest of the House pilots knew that if they did not eliminate those fighters before

the gunships arrived, they were doomed. The Xwings dwindled in number quickly but not quickly

enough, the capital ships were simply to close already. Even as the Dark Jedi prepared to move

to another plane of existence, comm links erupted with an ominously flat chorus of voices...,

"FEAR NOT BROTHERS, WE ARE HERE. REBELS, THE LAST TIME YOU SEE US IS

WHEN YOU DIE" The Rebels were confused, the Brothers, elated. They knew without a doubt

who had spoken.

Immediately, SW Tron's shuttle lead for the streaking Ravana Squadron fighters with what

appeared to be others following... half the Jedi pilots began to run two fighters back every few

seconds to fire into the pusuing rebels as each member folowed the projected commands of SW

Tron. Tron had increased House Naga Sadow's odds, but how? Reaching out with the Force,

Fu was able to recognize the new fighters as nothing but illusions that SW Tron was implanting

into the minds of the Rebels. With the gunships closing, almost in range for their abundant laser

cannons, Tron knew the Rebels must be gloating and he smiled a cruel smile. It appeared as if the

house warriors were in absolute route. As he gave another sudden mental command, even

numbers of house fighters pealed atternately up and down and Ximeno's cruel psionic laugh

accompanied the launch of over 30 Advanced Missiles and other projectiles.

Ravana Squadron released the force cloaks which had shielded them from the enemy sensors

and again the flat sounding chorus broadcast its' warning, "AND NOW YOU SEE US". SW

Tron wondered if the Rebel Commander was gloating now as all three gunships were hit time

after time by torpedo, missle, and laser fire. It was as if the ships were swallowed into themselves

as the devestating and sudden wave of force annihilated any pretense of shielding or hull armor.

The emanations of so much death and fear soothed Tron's anger at the trap. After all, it was a

good day to kill.

As the last Rebel fighter fled from chasing death, Commander Ximeno ordered, "Alright show

offs, kill him and stop playing around!" And the fire of the 3 fighters struck at almost a single point

and time on the terrified pilots X-wing. Each Tie banked off with their drives kicking into full as

their turns completed and raced back to the main group.

Comm static flared and Ximeno's voice broke in, "Queastor Tron, you called us..." "Indeed..."

replied Tron droley. "I'm just glad you arrived when you did. We were thinking of keeping them

all to ourselves and I would not have wanted to hear you complain if we had." Tron quipped

back. "Yet, we have little time for jokes. I did not like the way my comm link to Bob-Fett cut off.

The last I heard he had depressurized the ship and then I felt the force prescense return ever so

slightly. Lastly, a surge of power the likes of which I have seldom seen came out of nowhere on

that ship and then it was gone.." Explained Tron. "We have to get to the Rendezvous point

immediately. Now that this battle does not have my full attention, I... Sense something is very

wrong."

"Yes my Queastor!" echoed Ximeno and more than an entire squadron as they formed up behind

their Master. SW Tron lead the jump into hyperspace as he transferred the coordinates he

casually picked from thin air and the entire squadron followed to reclaim their brothers and their

ship. They knew that no matter what Tron had sensed, they would shatter any obstacle that

dared to challenge their master and obtain whatever he wished.

* * * * *

As the fighters and Sith Warrior Tron Dlarit-Sadow's shuttle exited hyperspace the streaking

starlines that had been but thier only view of the outside ceases as the stars became their natural

pinpoints once again. Dead ahead looking out the shuttle's cockpit Tron saw the tail-end of the

Nebulon-B Frigate Free Lance. As the fighters formed up Tron sent the order to Jedi Hunter

Ximeno to disable the frigate expeditiously.

Ximeno recieved the order and made a strategy that suited his squadron's prowess. He'd assign

Flight II to firing ions on the weapons while Flight III targeted the engines with their ions. Flight I,

along with him, would run interference for the others. Their distracting the frigate's guns should

give Flights II & III enough time to disable the Free Lance.

If Ravana Squadron could pull this off quick enough, Tron's shuttle might be able to enter the

Free Lance's hangar and begin the boarding procedures before the ship is completely disabled.

Tron knew the shuttle's pilot was a good man, Guardian Danrik had done alot for the house and

was an invaluable member, so he left the piloting up to him.

The fighters began their strafing runs and the frigate's guns were too pre-occupied to notice the

shuttle hovering outside the hangar. It was of lesser threat to them than the fighters that were

trying to disable it. Danrik brought up the shuttle's wings and eased it forward into the hangar

bay, passing through the magnetic field that held in the hangar's atmosphere. It wasn't a surprise

to see those who had recaptured the Free Lance to be present in the hangar, in fact this would

make taking the ship even easier.

As the cooling systems hissed and the overheated units cooled in the chill hangar, the ramp slowly

lowered and two of Sergeant Eagleye's troopers exited and took up positions at the base of the

ramp. Tron exited the shuttle followed by Guardian Danrik and his Obelisk Sergeant along with

the rest of the Iron Fist Brigade.

As Tron made his way towards the individual standing out amongst the other rebels, the one who

appeared to be the leader, he detached his lightsaber from his belt and held it at his side. The

smug look on the rebel's face made Tron sick. He obviously thought Tron had fallen for some

sort of trap, but he was gravely mistaken ... like all Light Jedi. The smug looking rebel brought up

his lightsaber, ignited it and stepped forward.

"Ah, our beloved Sith Warrior Tron Dlarit-Sadow. Whats the matter Quaestor, don't you

recognize me?" he asked disdainfully.

"Hmmm, you look familiar but then all rebel scumdo." replied Tron, "Wait a second you do look

vaguely familiar. You were an apprentice within our house, but didn't like what you were learning

at our Academy. You thought you could use the darkside to solve the problems that he lightside

couldn't. You left us and were never heard from again." Tron paused, "Obviously you hooked up

with the wrong crowd..."

"Yes the Empire was the wrong..." interrupted the rebel.

Tron's anger flared and just a thought was enough to knock the rebel backwards into his cronies.

"You will not interrupt me insolent welp!" barked Tron through grated teeth. "I do remember you

even more clearly now, your insolence would've gotten you killed if you hadn't left us Ranth."

"Ah, you remember my name. Remember it good, for its the last thought that will cross your

mind!" raged Ranth as he brought his ignited lightsaber in a deadly arch towards Tron's neck. But

Tron was no mere Jedi, he was a Sith Warriorand was trained in the ways of the Dark Side. He

brought up his lightsaber with a snap-hiss as it ignited and blocked Ranth's attack.

Ranth retreated a few steps and composed himself, not wishing to lose his control in front of what

appeared to be "his" students. His entire air of indifference was quite unbecoming him and Tron

wished to expose that flaw.

"Who are your lackeys Ranth?" Tron asked with mere sarcasm.

"They are not lackeys. They are the future of the New Republic and they are my students."

answered Ranth.

"I feel sorry for you." Tron said to the Jedi students behind Ranth, and then directing his attention

back to Ranth he said, "Your students? You're no master Ranth, only a master of failure. You

couldn't control the Force through the Darkside, the easiest way to learn. You don't even

deserve the title of Master."

"Ha, you are the one who failed!" quipped Ranth, "You couldn't teach me and so I went to

someone who could, Luke Skywalker. A true Jedi Master. If I'm not fit to be called a master,

then neither are you!"

"I call myself only the master of this house, I don't claim to be what I'm not unlike you Ranth."

Tron spat back. And it appeared to work to Tron's advantage, all of his egging on had made the

anger in the self-proclaimed Jedi Master to rise to a point that he could no longer control. Ranth

lashed out at Tron, an attack that Tron was only more than happy to dodge to the side to avoid.

As Ranth passed by him in his misguided attack, Tron kicked out his left leg and tripped Ranth to

the floor.

Ranth got up to his knees, blood dripping from his lower lip. Pain, anger, and revenge were in his

eyes. Tron could hold back his laughter no longer, nor could his commrades who had known

Ranth as an apprentice in House Naga Sadow. Tron could only spite Ranth from here on out,

"You call yourself a master, but can't even control your anger Ranth. What kind of an example is

that for your students?"

As for Ranth's students, they were in shock at their master's loss of control and demeanor. Many

were so confused they began to break away from the main crowd. Some even began to show

disgust at their master in the way they looked at him, it was evident in their faces and whispered

speech.

Then a blast erupted from the main doorway in the hangar that lead to the interior of the ship and

in came Dark Jedi Knight Bob-Fett with the remainder of Team Two. Bob-Fett was not a happy

camper and his look of disgust was of a greater magnitude than Ranth's students, whose faces

now showed fear. They knew they had lost, that there would be no way out for them this time.

Taking advantage of the explosion however, Ranth hurled himself at Sith Warrior Tron, who was

taken by surprise. Ranth knocked him to the ground and pinned him to the floor, as he did so he

raised his right hand holding his lightsaber high.

"You never were to skilled at the lightsaber tactics were you Ranth? Another one of your many

failures; for you see my lightsaber is not ignited at the moment, but when it does ignite it will go

right through your abdominal section since I pulled it in when you lunged at me. Not a clever thing

to do on your part was it?" asked Tron.

Ranth's anger was so strong he didn't care to answer Tron, instead he brought his arm with the

lightsaber in hand down. Only it never reached more than a foot above Tron's head, Tron had

ignited his lightsaber with his righthand and had thrown his left hand up to catch Ranth's wrist. All

in all a well played out defensive move for Tron, but a poor offensive move for Ranth.

Tron shut off his lightsaber and threw Ranth's body to the side where it lay limp. His spine cut in

half, as well as some of his internal organs being severed, Ranth could not move anything but his

lips which mouthed the last word he'd ever speak, "Tron."

Looking away from the dead body, Tron turned his attention to Ranth's students. Many were in a

state of shock so bad it could be considered comatoast. Their leader fallen and they being mere

apprentices, they were in no position to fight. They would be considered prisoners of war.

* * * * *

Tron relaxed into the captain's chair, it felt perfect though it needed a few mior adjustments. The

bridge was staffed with a full crew as was engineering, none of the other departments could be

staffed since the House only consisted of 70 some members.

"Course heading Quaestor?" asked Guardian Danrik at the helm.

"Set course for Sif, we're going home." replied Tron

"I only wished we could have caught Urias Xhaxin." mumbled a weary looking Bob-Fett.

"Another time, another adventure Bob. We'll get him all in due time."

T H E E N D