Aurora and Arion both leapt to their feet as CSI ran into the room, closely followed by a Twi'lek Jedi and a small group of younglings.

"What? Where'd all these little ones come from?" Arion said, surprised.

"There'll be time for introductions later, Arion. You felt it, too, didn't you, CSI?" Aurora asked, grimly. "We have to get these younglings out of here."

"Yeah, we must do that." Then he turned to his Twi'Lek Padawan, and smiled and then introduced: "Toent, meet my friends, Arion and Aurora Starfire. [Whispers to Toent: Don't worry about Arion, he got a shortout somewhere.]" Then he pointed at his brain. The Twi'lek Jedi smiled shallowly, and bowed in Twi'Lek tradition, "Arion, Aurora, meet my 'rogue' padawan, Toent Bekunn."

Toent stared at CSI. "What?" CSI asked her.

"Nothing."

"OK, I think everyone here has senced the impending crisis of another Operation: Knightfall. So Aurora and Arion, you take my padawan and these younglings to the Jedi Phoenix, ok?" Suddenly CSI noticed Toent's concerned eyes, "wait, you guys just take the younglings to the ship, and I got something to discuss with my padawan. And, we both can find to build some defensive weapons for the upcoming attacks, such as automated turrents, and other things. First, we need to protect the younglings. Just in case this temple is perished, we still got younglings."

Then he nodded: "Any questions?"

Arion grinned, good-humoredly. "Eh, CSI just doesn't appreciate my unique perspective. It's nice to meet you, Jedi Bekuun."

Aurora chuckled, and returned the bow. "Greetings, Jedi Bekunn. It's a pleasure to meet you." She turned to CSI. "Very well, we'll meet you at the Pheonix. Be careful."

She smiled at the younglings, who were looking a little nervous. "Hey, do you want to go for a ride in a starship?" There was a chorus of "Yes!" from the younglings, who forgot to be shy in their excitement.

"Come on, then!" Arion said, and they led the younglings to the hangars, where the Jedi Pheonix was docked.

The younglings gazed in awe at the gleaming silver vessel, and immediately began to talk all at once.

"What's her name?"

"We get to ride in her?"

"Can I see the cockpit?"

Aurora and Arion looked at each other, and burst out laughing. "All in good time, younglings, all in good time." Aurora told them. "You can ask questions after we get you on board."

In the Archives, CSI was reading about Nuclear Bombs, while Toent Bekunn taking books about Nuclear Weapons and Sniper Rifles.

"Aha! Here it is!" CSI began to read on,


...The nukes are commonly packed in missiles and briefcase type...

"What do you propose, Master?" Toent Bekunn asked CSI.

Putting down the book, CSI said thoughtfully, "Now we got 2 things to make: A sniper rifle and...a tractor beam with Ion Cannon. Well, Ion Cannon disables the bomb's mechanisms--to prevent the remote detonation, while the Tractor Beam would drag the nuke down slowly to the ground to avoid the explosion of the impact. We can't afford to fail this mission--otherwise we would be oblitrated."

@R9: Advise accepted.

Aurora and Arion led the younglings through the ship, amid a constant chatter of excitement and curiosity.

"And here's the cockpit," Arion said, with a grin. The younglings were quiet for a moment, taking it in, and then the questions and chatter resumed, louder than before.

"What's this do?"

"Is that the galaxy map?"

"Where are we on there?"

"How do you turn it on?"

"When can we go for a ride?"

"Calm down, calm down! One at a time!" Aurora said, laughing. Arion had one of them in his lap, at the controls, with a couple more around him, listening.

"....those control the comm system..... and that's the tractor beam control....."

"And those are for the landing gear!" one of the younglings piped up.

Arion looked over at him, surprised. "You catch on pretty quick," he said, with a smile.

::Meanwhile, back at in the Trayus Core...::

Traya turned around with an enraged look carved into her wrinkled face as Faye bounced into the room, dressed in a low-cut top, with cut-off jean shorts and a doo-rag, it was last season's hottest look, but it was the best she could come up with on such short notice.

"Sorry Tray-Tray I couldn't find my duct tape gawd why are you up so early and what's with the lighting in here it's so depressing every time I walk in here gawd," Faye squawked.

Irritated at Faye's very presence, but knowing full-well that Faye was the only one able to navigate the vast sea of books within the Trayus Academy library, Traya restrained her anger and queried "Could you please fetch me all of the information you can on the system located within the heart of the former Mandalorian Empire, I feel as though there may be something hidden there that may give us some clues about those who have been giving us so much trouble lately."

"Sure thing Tray-Tray!," Faye said with a mix of false enthusiasm and dread.
'Gawd, the library is always so dusty this is going to be hell on my allergies I wish she would let me take some of her most megas good soldiers with me to help clean the place once in a while I can't do everything by myself.'

(OOC: Hey Jmac, did you post your profile and get permission from Topsite to use Traya?)

As the Mandalorians went on shuttles to the planet of Onderon, to the city of Izis, Edash stepped out.

"Where is the hangar of the biggest ships?"

"Why do you need to know sir?" A Sith Soldier asked Edash.

In response, Edash started strangling him, all the others Sith Soldiers pointing their rifles at him but his Mandalorian Soldiers pointing theirs at the Sith.

"Why? Because Darth Ba'al declares war," He said as he crushed the Soldier's neck and left him drop dead, "THAT'S WHY!"

After spent time in the Archive, CSI and Toent Bekunn hurried to the Temple Control Room. He knows there are some Ion Cannons in the building, and he was just looking for them. In the control room, he typed into the console: "Activate Ion Cannon. Set it to attack hostiles, projectile is the first priority."

Then he stood up, "Our task is done here, and you stay here. I'm going to install the Tractor Beam." Toent Bekunn nodded. She knew CSI won't leave her again.

Outside the temple, CSI carried a bag full of electronic gagets, and casted the Force Speed to ran up the outside wall of the Jedi Temple. The Sunset shone onto the Jedi Temple, and casted a vast shadow showing CSI was climbing the wall of Jedi Temple.

When he finally reached the Ion Cannon, he suddenly realized he can't do the task. He is a Demolition Expert, but he's not a Repair Expert! Darn, Then he realized Aurora, the Repair Expert, is in her ship. He Force Whispered:::Aurora, do you have a hand? I might need your help here.::

Aurora stood up. "Keep an eye on the younglings, Arion. I'll return shortly."

"Hey!" Arion called after her. "You can't leave me here with all of them!" He turned around to see the younglings all looking at him. "Well.... looks like it's you and me for now. What shall we do?"

"Stories!" one of the younglings shouted.

"Yes, tell us a story!" the others chimed in.

"Uh...." Arion looked helplessly around for a moment, wishing Aurora hadn't left him in this situation. "Okay, then, a story.... They say that if there's a bright center of the universe, Tatooine is the planet that it's farthest from. To such a place as that came two Jedi Knights, on a desperate mission to Coruscant......"

* * *

Aurora met CSI on the roof of the Temple. "I had a feeling you needed a hand. Let's see.... installing a tractor beam, are you? Let me take care of that."

* * *

Some time later, Aurora stood up. "That should do it. I rerouted power through the ion cannon so that both would activate at once. Anything else I can do to help?"

::Toent, activate the Ion Cannon.:: CSI whispered.

::Yes, Master.:: Toent pressed a few button on the control. The Ion Cannon begin to hum, and the lights indicates it's charging. The Tractor Beam Projector also hummed happily. "Let's go, Aurora, let's see how this stuff works."

Then he slid down the wall, and picked up a rock. "Aurora, pick up a club. We're going to play Baseball!"

Aurora rummaged around and finally picked up a long-handled wrench, and brandished it. "Ready, CSI. Let 'er rip!"

"Incoming!" Then CSI threw the rock real hard. The rock flew towards Aurora. Even before Aurora could reach the stone, suddenly a blue Ion Beam caught the rock, and it was slowly hauled by the Tractor Beam. It was slowly moving toward the ground.

CSI silently cheered. "Yes!"

"Aurora, come down, and I need to get Arion relieved of his duty." CSI smiled, "Wanna see which of us finish the weapon-assembling?"

Then he Force Whispered to Toent Bekunn:::My Padawan, meet me in my quarter in Jedi Phoenix. The Hangar number is 55. See you there.::

Aurora slid down, and went to the Pheonix to see how Arion was doing. She crept to the door, and peeked in.

Arion was sitting on the floor, surrounded by the younglings, who were listening, wide-eyed. "....at the last moment, Master Jinn leapt onto the boarding ramp of the ship as it took off. They safely made it to Coruscant, and were able to report to the Council about what had happened. The Council gave them a new assignment, once again into great danger.... but that, is another story."

"Awww!" the younglings complained.

"Now, now, younglings, that was quite a long story that Master Arion told you. It's time now for you to sleep," Aurora said with a smile.

"Yes, Master Aurora," the younglings said, reluctantly. Aurora led them to the dormitories, and tucked them in.

When she came back, she leaned up against the doorway, and smiled fondly at her brother. "You're pretty good with kids, you know," she remarked. "And quite a storyteller, I might add. Whatever put it into your head to choose that tale?"

Arion busied himself with packing some equipment into a backpack, and didn't look up. "Well, I.... it's just the first one that came into my head, is all. You know, it's one of the first ones I remember being told when we were younglings."

"Yes... I remember. Oh, CSI wants to see you. Something about weapon assembly and such. I'll stay here with the younglings, but be sure to call me if there's trouble."

Arion stood up. "I'll go see him, then."

Aboard the Jedi Phoenix, Toent Bekunn's eyes widened when she saw full drawers of weapons, dissected, and polished. "Master...What on...How come do...you have...all this?"

CSI smiled: "I collected them during my exile. During the exile I saw many things. Trust me, you don't want to know what happened during my exile. Here, help me pull another drawer out, yeah, the one labelled 'E-5s sniper rifle'." Meanwhile, he was pulling a drawer named "DC-17 and Sniper Attachment" out.

Nihilus, A voice rattled through his head The big bad wolf has returned from the ashes. I am Darth Ba'al and your one of the few Jedi left in exisitance. Which is strange from someone with your... background. This is a warning, I have no idea what your going and what you hope to acieve by doing it but know this, if our paths cross I will kill you. I know the way.

Suddenly a cold chill ran through his spine. Darth Ba'al?

::Greetings, Sith.:: CSI said calmly, ::First, I haven't used Darth Nihilus for a long time, not since I was redeemed by the Exile, Sera Tana. Second, don't even think about Jedi Order being pulverized and perished under your Mandalorian Army. Remember, I flow-walked to the future, and seen REAL Operation: Knightfall. Third, I'm looking forward to the meeting, between you and me.::

After heard Darth Ba'al's speech, CSI reached into his robe and took out a white mask. It has two bloody red stripes above the eye hole. It was Darth Nihilus's Mask. CSI shook his head, and then put it back into his robe.

Toent Bekunn gasped, and backed off. "No way, no way you can be...Darth Nihilus!"

CSI looked at Toent, nodded, "Yes, I was Darth Nihilus. But now I returned to Light Side, as your former Master, CSI."

Toent Bekunn said nothing, but looked at CSI suspiciously.

CSI sighed deeply.

The Mandalorian Soldiers, armed with super-modified blaster rifles, killed their way to the hangar. A huge resistance always lay ahead of them, but always killed they would be as they would prove no match for Edash's Lightsaber.

"Finally, we have reached it," Edash said to his Mandalorians as then, a giant hiss could be heard and a light blue blade could be seen from far away. A Jedi.

"Leave him to me," He said, dropping his cloak on the ground as his soldiers dispersed and tried to capture the hangar.

"So, a Jedi still lives," Edash started, igniting his double-bladed Lightsaber, "That is most surprising."

"You will find that i am full of surprises," The Jedi told Edash, dropping his cloak as well, "Mandalorian Sith."

"Ah, i see you are familiar with my title. But you're just about to find out it's more than a title."

Arion wandered into CSI's room. "Oh, there you are. Aurora said--" he broke off suddenly. "Hey, are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost."

[OOC: Gulps. A Jedi on Ondaron? Who might that be? Master Kavar? Nope...can't be him.]

"Yeah. In some view, you're correct." CSI, clearly sweating, "I sense him...Darth Ba'al. I sense he's the main vallain behind all this. Operation Knightfall. Bombardment on Coruscant...All is him...But I don't recall we had a connection."

Then he sat down and looked fixed on a spot. Then he put his finger on his chin, "I think it's my time to reveal my past. My padawan, Toent Bekunn, knows part of my past, but none of you knows my whole past. Are you interested in my past?"

Arion frowned. "Darth Ba'al, eh? Curious..... I wonder, is he part of Darth Traya's faction, or is he going rogue?"

Just then, Aurora came in. "The younglings are all asleep. What...." she was taken aback by the tension in the air. "Is something wrong?"

Arion nodded, grimly. "Yes, it would seem so. CSI just..... well, he felt the presense of a Sith who calls himself Darth Ba'al. No idea who he is, but CSI thinks he's the one behind the imminent danger to the Temple. And, CSI is going to tell us about his past."

(OOC: Actually, i don't recall any place called Ondaron. :xp: Well, it's just a survivor. Can't there be any survivors?)

Edash immediately spun his saber on an horizontal spin behind his back, then trying to slash at his chest, both of his hands gripping the two extremes before the blade of the hilt. The Jedi jumped and leaped in mid-air, landing behind him and trying to hit him on Edash's head, but he simply turned his saber to his back with one hand.

CSI exhaled and started unveiling his past...

That was about 25 years before Mandalorian Wars. CSI woke up in a breeze. He put on his Jedi Master Robe, and walked to the Initiate Training Chamber. On the way there, CSI was greeted by many fellow Jedi—he was a famed Jedi Warrior Master and Jedi Gate Master. In the chamber, he saw Jedi Younglins, who shout in a row: “Good Morning, Master CSI!” “Good morning, Younglins. So I think your master overslept again?” Suddenly, he felt a killing intent, and a green bladed lightsaber was slashing towards him. “Ah, sneaking on people, not good!” CSI smiled and ignited his blue lightsaber. “Good morning, Master Mutukai.” Two lightsabers locked together. “Hehehe, not bad, Master CSI. I can see your skills improved since last time we met.” Then he retracted his blade.

CSI retracted his blade, too, and bowed to Master Mutukai, the Twi’Lek Initiate Training Master, “Good morning for you too, so let’s start our routine sparring?”

“Are you ready?” He didn’t use his lightsaber, instead, he grabbed two training Lightsabers and tossed one to me.

“As always.” CSI caught the blade and the two fought on.

----

This situation had continued for 2 years, until Master Mutukai was dispatched onto a mission, and was killed by Sith. Before he died, he told CSI via the Force: ::CSI, be a Jedi Initiate Training Master. And take my daughter as your padawan. I know you won’t let me down. Farewell, CSI.:: Then he felt Mutukai’s presence vanished…

The next day, CSI went to Mutukai’s quarter, and found a small Twi’Lek baby in a small bed. That must be Mutukai’s daughter. I’ll name her Toent Bekunn. Mutukai, I promise you, I won’t let you down.

----

After 15 years, Toent Bekunn sworn oath and became CSI’s Padawan. After 5 more years, she became a Jedi Knight.

After the knighthood of Toent Bekunn, CSI was summoned by the Jedi Council. When he entered the room, he made a polite bow: “Masters, you summoned me?”

“Yes. We’re sending you to Ryloth and investigate the Sith Activities there.”

“Ok, when should I go?”

“Tomorrow morning, at 0100 hours. So why don’t you prepare yourself?”

“Yes, Masters.” Then he exited the council room.

That night, CSI went to Toent’s quarter, and found Toent was sleeping on her bed. CSI smiled, and left a note near her bed. Then he touched her lekkis as goodbye, and then he boarded the ship to Ryloth.

----

When he got off the ship, he found there were thousands of Twi’leks swarming in the spaceport. He saw many of them got on to an big transportation ship. But the unusual part is CSI noticed they’re hooked in chains. CSI felt something is wrong. Soon he found a bystander: “What happened?”

That bystander looked surprised: “You don’t know?”

CSI shook his head.

“Ah! That’s called slave trade. People from around the universe use money to exchange for the Twi’Lek slaves.” The bystander explained.

“Slave Trade? Didn’t Republic ban it already?”

“That’s right, but the local authorities has no power over it!”

“Do you know where the slavemaster is?” CSI thought for a while and holding out a 10-credits bill, “And if you can answer me, here it is—10 credits.”

The bystander was happy, and he said: “When you go out of the spaceport, make a left turn, just go straight, you’ll see a big castle-like house, then you’re in the right place.”

“Thank you.” CSI gave him the 10 credits bill.

CSI went to the slavemaster's castle, and shouted: “I, Jedi Master CSI, am here. Let’s sit down and talk.”

After a while, I was taken to a small room. And the droid which took me there told me politely: “Sir, please wait here. My master would be with you shortly.”

CSI waited there for about 10 minutes. Suddenly the poison gas began to come out of the vent. “Damn…” He casted Breath Control, and a blue sphere appeared around him. When he walked out of the door, he found he was in a holding cell. And inside of other holding cells, he found lots of other slaves. They were suffocating, gasping for air. Seeing them suffering, CSI finally gave in his hatred and anger. He ignited his lightsaber and cut the main exit a big hole and began the massacre in Slavemaster’s castle. “Ahhhh!!!!” He knew nothing, and he only can feel the fury. After him there lie many corpses. Finally, he located the Slavemaster. Meanwhile he was shivering in his chair.

“Have mercy!”

“Why should I? Look what you have done to them?” CSI said angrily.

“You can’t struck me down! You’re a Jedi!”
Saying nothing, CSI raised his lightsaber, the lightsaber struck directly into his heart--Thus, CSI is vanished. Darth Nihilus appeared.

----

[KOTOR TSL]

On the Ravager.

Darth Nihilus stood on the bridge. The Jedi Exile, Sera Tana, came in with a stern voice, “I’m here, Darth Nihilus.”

“Hello, Jedi.” Darth Nihilus turned to see Sera’s face. “I see my former Apprentice, Visas, was standing in your side. She failed me.”

Sera walked toward Darth Nihilus: “She doesn’t deserve to be your apprentice, Sith. She redeemed herself. And so are you. I sense good in you.”

Darth Nihilus growled: “You Jedi Scum. You WILL die.” And he used Force Suck on her, but he didn’t realiz that the exile was indeed the wound in the Force, and it weakened him during the process. “Fine, Jedi. It is obvious that this contest cannot be decided by our knowledge of the Force, but by our skills with a lightsaber.”

Sera turned on her lightsaber, and the duo fought on.

After an intense duel, Exile destroyed Darth Nihilus’s lightsaber. He knelt down. “Strike me down, Exile,” Darth Nihilus laughed, “Prove yourself strong!”

The Exile was standing in front of the kneeled Darth Nihilus, she retracted her blade and replied calmly: “No, I will never strike down a defenseless opponent.”

“That’s why you Jedi scum are weak!” Darth Nihilus shouted.

“No. You’re wrong, Darth Nihilus. Showing mercy to someone and offering help is not an act of weakness—instead, it means you’re strong instead. And I sense you have good inside you. You have not fallen; you are just misdirected by Darth Traya.”

Darth Nihilus knelt there and said nothing. But clearly, his mind was struggling between light and dark.

“You can be redeemed. Although you have done a lot of evil deeds, but I still believe you can be saved.” The Exile said kindly.

Visas, who stood beside the Exile: “Look at me. I feel I’m at peace.”

Darth Nihilus raised his head, and asked the Exile: “Can I still be saved?”

“Yes, you can.” The Exile said, with a little happiness.

“Thank you, my former apprentice, Visas Marr.” Darth Nihilus stood up, and bowed down to the Exile: “Thank you, the Exile. Before you go, I want to show you something.”

He turned around, back to the Exile, and took down his mask slowly and turned to face the Exile and Visas.

“No way! It can’t be…” The Exile widened his eyes to see such a drastic change.

His face skin was healing rapidly, no more scars, no more corruption. It’s just peace. And his eyes are no longer glowing yellow. Instead, they’re glowing white.

“Yes…I can no longer feel the hunger…Yes…It’s what I wanted to be!” Darth Nihilus said happily, “And I’m no longer Darth Nihilus. My name is…CSI!”

Mandalore reported: “Sirs! I hate to interrupt such reunion, but this ship is going down!”

“Let’s hurry!” The Exile smiled and waved to CSI, “It’s nice to have you along with us!”

----

After the War on Telos, CSI returned to Ryloth, and continued his self-imposed exile. During the exile, CSI went to the future, and met Aurora and Arion.

Then the remaining story, you already know that, Aurora and Arion.

Then CSI stood up, "My story may not be good, but it's true."

Aurora and Arion said nothing during CSI's narrative. Aurora stared off into the distance, thoughtfully, for a while, then she smiled at CSI. "I'm glad that the Exile was able to help you make the right choice. And perhaps," she added, a little more gravely, "you'll be able to return the favor."

Toent Bekunn stood up and said cheerfully, "That's a good story. Let's stand together, and try to turn Sera back!"

CSI smiled shallowly and said to Arion: "Shall we?" Then he took out the "E-5s sniper rifle" parts and began to assemble it in amazing speed. After about 20 seconds, he finally put the scope on and with a "click", he shoved the catridge and cocked the gun. "Lock and load, did you remember how to assemble them?" He smiled to Arion.

And then he used the Force to dissamble the E-5.

Arion grinned. "Well, I've never actually put one of these together, but...." He used short-term memory enhancement, and was able to assemble his rifle, though nowhere near as fast as CSI. "There," he said, hefting the rifle. "What's our next move?"

"Now, Aurora, you start the evacuation of Jedi Temple immediately, and destroy all books in Jedi Archives. Toent Bekunn, you will go to operate the Ion Beam Turrent and Tractor Beam. Arion and I would climb onto the roof of Jedi Temple, and shot some birds down. Another thing: We can't contact via the Force. Too insecure. So we'll use intercom to talk to each other, okay?" Then he gave everyone an small earpiece, "I know this may be incomfortable, but...for security reason, let's do it in old fasioned way."

CSI smashed his DC-17 Magazine into the position, and smiled: "Ready? Let's go!"

And he and his Padawasn ran off the loading ramp to the Jedi Temple.

Aurora nodded, once, and stuck the comm earpiece into her ear. "See you on the other side. Be careful," she said, and headed into the Temple.

Arion attached his earpiece, and followed CSI up to the rooftop with his rifle in hand.

* * *

Aurora extended her senses in a wide sweep of the areas she passed through, searching for other Jedi who might still be in the Temple. There, got one, she thought to herself, as she sensed a presence in one of the meditation gardens. She walked over to a human Jedi, who rose as she approached. "My name is Aurora Starfire. My apologies for disturbing you, but it's urgent. There's going to be an attack on the Temple, and Master CSI gave me instructions to evacuate it. Can you fly a starfighter?"

The Jedi raised an eyebrow, but replied. "Yes, I can. What do you need?"

"Get to the hangars and prep the ship of your choice for launch. We're going to need to get out of here fast. Do you know where any other Jedi are in the Temple?"

"Yes, most of them are in the dormitories, at this hour. I came out here because I couldn't sleep, and wanted some calm to meditate in. But there's not many of us left," he said sadly.

"Thank you. Please go to the hangars now. As soon as everyone is ready, I'll comm you with our destination."

"Very well," the Jedi said, with a bow. "May the Force be with you." He turned and walked quickly in the direction of the hangars.

* * *

Aurora made her way to the dormitories, where she quickly sought out the remaining Jedi. All in all, there were only ten there, a tiny group compared to the number of Jedi at the Order's peak. The ones who could fly, she sent to prep ships for launch. The others she sent to the Pheonix. The most important part of her mission complete, she next turned to the Archives.

* * *

Once she reached the Archives, she sadly began placing mines at strategic points. Such a tragedy, that it had to come to this, she thought, with a sigh. Before she left, she opened a room in the Archives, sealed to all but Jedi Masters. With extreme care, she placed the holocrons on the shelves into her now-empty backpack, and then resealed the room, and the Archives, as well.

* * *

Back on the Pheonix, she went to CSI's quarters. She hid the holocrons, and then sealed the door.

"Ok, CSI," she said into her comlink. "Everything's clear on this end."

"Okay, we're in position now." CSI shouted in the intercom, "My dear Padawan, how did the thing go?"

Toent replied, "Everything is well, Master. Ion Cannon is up and charging, tractor beam is charging, too."

CSI sighed in relief, "Now we got nothing to kill except time. Anyone got a story to pass the time?"

"Oh master Jedi, I do believe I have one," Said a young padawan. The boy didn't appear to be older than 15 and the colour from his face had been completly removed. Also there appeared to be a dark aurora around the boy however it didn't seem to orginate from him, it just seemed to surrond him. "It's a good one, your in it." The boy spoke again, this time his voice was much more darker and the boy's appearence started to change.

N'la had come out of hyperspace over Coruscant, former home of the Jedi Order.

He had set down on a landing pad not far from the old temple. He would have gotten there quicker if he hadn't gotten lost and had to fight his way through a hord of thugs and gangsters. But in the end, the presence that had been drawing him did not fail, and he finally made it to the entrance of the temple.

He looked up the old building, all the way to the very top. He walked up to the door, a holo unit activating, and speaking, "identify yourself!" It demanded.

N'la looked at it for a second before holding his hand up, something clicking inside the door causing the door to vibrate slightly, and dust that had settled on it plumed off of it, then fell. He push ever so slightly with his hand, causing the door to shift slightly, until with a couple more movements of his hand the door was open.

"Error, that is not permitted!" The hologran said to him from the side.

N'la lifted his hand, making a grabbing motion with his hand, the holo unit crumpled, the hologram dissipating.

He stepped inside, looking around he pressed outwards with the force, ever so very little, until he touched something, the closest force sensitive. The being he felt was not the one who had drawn him, but he felt that the being had been with whoever was creating the presence.

He launched off with force speed, which level of speed was undetermined.
******
He entered the hangar, his speed fading.

He kept walking his strides wide and determined, his goal close. He looked over to a jedi prepping some ships, he was a decent dstance away, but he was too distracted to notice N'la.

He walked over to a silvery ship, sleek and shiny, and of all the things, the ramp was down. He walked up the ramp, feeling the presence of the jedi she sought. He walked through the ship until he came upon a woman, she spoke into an comlink.

Her back was turned to him as she spoke.

"Ok, CSI," the woman said into her comlink. "Everything's clear on this end."

N'la stood behind her, his hands behind his back as he patiently waited for her to acknowledge his existance. He let off no indication that he was a sith, whether through the force, or his appearance and demeanor, he seemed a normal Yevathan, except the short lightsaber and lightwhip.

The only thing that would give him away as a sith was the fact that when he spoke you could feel the cold chilling essence of a dark side user through his cryptic, and hollow, and reedy voice.

Suddenly, CSI sensed a disturbance in the Force. And it was from the Hangar. Oh, no. CSI's eyes widened in astonishment. After 1 second, he asked Arion: "Did you feel it?"

Then he shouted into the intercom: "Toent, abort mission, abort mission. Set Self-Destruction timer to 10 minutes, and see us in the Hangar. I sence Aurora is in trouble now."

"Okay, master. I'll be there!" CSI can hear Toent's typing sounds.

"Let's go, Arion, showtime!" CSI shouted and put his sniper rifle on his back, and jumped off the roof of Jedi Temple. He casted the Master Speed and ran to the Hangar in his fastest speed.

"You bet I did." Arion said, grimly. He also cast Force Speed and ran to the hangar. He saw the boarding ramp was down, which was strange.

* * *

Aurora turned around to address the Yevethan. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I've seen you before. Can I help you?"

CSI slowed down the pace and stood in front of the Loading Ramp, and shouted: "Come out, Stranger. I sense you're there and I think you're aiming for me. Let's settle this right here, right now." Then he put his hand on his Katana an prepared for the upcoming event.

"Arion, go help Aurora. I bet she's in danger now." CSI said.

Just then, Toent ran here, seemed exhausted. "That's a relief." CSI said, "Ready your lightsaber, but don't ignite it. I sense there is a stranger aboard, plus, a...Sith Apprentice."

N'la smiled, which would send chills down anyones spine, considering it was literally a once in a lifetime thing to see a Yevathan give an honest smile, though it was more cryptic and disturbing than an angry Yevathan.

N'la was about to speak when he felt the presence, then heard words coming from outside.

"Come out, Stranger. I sense you're there and I think you're aiming for me. Let's settle this right here, right now." Came the call.

N'la had already put the girl as his target, the presence would wait until his goal was met. He turned back to the woman, his expression hadn't even changed with the arrival of the presence; he was still smiling his cryptic smile.

N'la reached out, hold a clenched fist out towards her, he held it under her nose, but not quite so close to cause any great discomfort.

"Yes...you can help me..." he hissed in his reedy voice. "I've come to offer you something," he said, motioning with his eyes to his hand.

Aurora looked down at the fist, then back at the Yevethan. "Er, okay. You've come to offer me something." She held out her hand, cautiously, to receive it, whatever it was.

At that moment, Arion came in, and stood in the doorway, behind the stranger. "Am I.... interrupting anything?"

N'la opened his hand slightly when she reached out, but the weird thing was, she didn't seem to acknowledge that he was a sith through his voice, like most would, so she was either really oblivious, or extremely naive.

N'la was stopped when he heard someone behind him speak up.

"Am I.... interrupting anything?" Came the question.

"Yes," he hissed vehemently, closing his hand back up before the lady could see what was inside, sending a sledge hammer of a force push at the man behind him.

N'la ejected his dew claw, the claw coming out of the upheld hand, the claw stopping right at the woman's throut.

N'la squinted, "you and I are going to have a little duel, one-on-one, no interferance...got it?"

"If my senses are right, I think there are younglings aboard this ship, am I right?" He asked menacingly, his smile now gone. "It goes against my code of honor, but if it drives you into action, then I'll resort to what I have to..." he said, trailing off, leaving the things that he could do to the younglings up to the woman's imagination.

"Besides, if that doesn't drive you, then you're still in no position to object," he told her, tickling her neck with his dew claw.

"What will your answer be?" He asked emotionlessly.

"You got some guts. I admire you, Sith. Now can you step out of the ship and duel with her? You know, space had been very valuable recently." CSI commented when he was embarking the ship.

"Toent, find someplace safe to hide." CSI told her.

"But..." Toent objected.

"No but's, Padawan. Now, go." CSI's face was cold, like a statue.

"Yes, Master CSI." She answered reluctantly and hurried away.

Arion ducked inside an adjacent room as the Force Push hurtled towards him.

Aurora didn't move, despite the claw at her throat. "You would be mistaken if you think I didn't notice that you were a Sith. That much, at least, was obvious from almost the moment you came in here. I had hoped you were capable of a civil chat, rather than simply threats and challenges. A pity. I've known some Sith who could be so polite." She sighed. "I don't know what I could possibly have done to you that you would want to fight me, but if you insist, then let's go outside. I won't have anyone slicing up my ship."

Arion stuck his head out the door. "Hey, no picking on my sis!"

Aurora waved him off. "Please, Arion. I don't need the big brother act right now. Go prep the Pheonix for launch. Hopefully, this won't take too long."

N'la's expression didn't change, "Well, threats and challenges are all that seem to accomplish anything with jedi. And no one person is alike, one sith's politeness could be different from another's. Besides, whoever said I was polite, or civil?" He asked her.

"You can't assume we're all alike just from one or two meetings," he told her. "As for what you did against me that would make me want to fight you, that's simple, you're a jedi, and my master wants all jedi destroyed, just like the order," he told her.

"We could have chatted, actually, I had wanted to, but I hate rude people, I really do," he said, glaring at the woman's, brother. "But even if we had, in the end, I would have fought you no matter what, I would have fought the others, and all the jedi here, until they all fell, or until I did, and in the end, to insure no future jedi, I would, and I am going to have to kill the younglings, though it goes against my better judgement," he explained.

N'la paused, studying this woman. "So you wish to talk, then let's talk, only no disruptions this time, me and you, exchanging words, and being...civil," he said, lowering his hand, and retracting his dew claw; with a jerk he turned around, closing the door behind him, and locking it.

"There, no disruptions, now we can...chat," he said, his cryptic smile returning, as he motioned for her to sit down. "Ladies first," he said.

"I never said you were either." Aurora told him. "It was merely a hope. As for your threats, you will find that I'm far more inclined to listen, and even co-operate, if you ask nicely."

When the Yevethan Sith locked the door, she raised an eyebrow. "That was not necessary. No one will interfere with our conversation." She calmly sat down in a chair. "Well, for starters, let's talk about you. Who are you, and why do you hate the Jedi so much?"

The fight continued on, Edash with the upper hand with his double bladed lightsaber. The Jedi had a hard time to parry all the strikes. Eventually, the Jedi pushed Edash's Lightsaber away and then tried to cut it in half, but Edash then revealed they where linked together, and pushed the hilts onto the Jedi's face.

"Surely you can do better!" He taunted as the Jedi rubbed it off and came back strong.

"That was not necessary. No one will interfere with our conversation." She told N'la, sitting down.

N'la's smile dissapeared again, replaced by a blank uncaring stare. "That may, or may not be true, I trust them as much as they trust me...very little," he told her.

"Well, for starters, let's talk about you. Who are you, and why do you hate the Jedi so much?" She asked.

N'la sat down opposite of her, staring at her with his naturally cruel eyes. "I am N'la Saa, I am apprentice to the one who destroyed the jedi order, and the republic, and I do as I am bidden," he replied in a uniformic fashion.

"As for hating the jedi...I don't, why, or how are my reasons, but search me as much as you want with the force, you will find no hatred towards the jedi, nor anyone at all," he told her, his eyes unwavering. "As I said, one person is not like another, one sith is not like another, we hate differently, we feel differently, and we act differently, we are our own beings," he scolded her with unangered words.

"There you go, assuming we sith are all alike, and putting us in one basket, just like you did with thinking I would be civil or polite like other sith," he said, shaking his head, tut-tutting her.

Aurora frowned. "Forgive me, it was not my intention to imply that you were the same as any other Sith I have met. As a matter of fact, I was already aware of the fact that no two beings, Jedi or Sith, are alike. But, to be willing to slaughter innocent children, I thought that you must have some sort of grudge against us. If that is not the case, then why would you do it? Just because your master has commanded it does not mean that it is the right thing to do." She paused. "Or does it matter to you, whether what you're doing is right or wrong?"

CSI thought for a while, while sitting in the Younglings' quarter. Watching they snoring, CSI felt he had responsibility that he must take of them. Now he must locate the Rogue Padawan which emits the Dark Side aura. He knows that if he doesn't locate them as soon as possible, then he would corrupt more and more Jedi.

Sat down and he began to meditate. He searched the feelings, and he felt a strong dark side figure and a strong light side figure in the adjacent room. Aurora and the Sith. May the Force Be with You, Aurora.

He turned away and continued to search his feelings. In distance, he saw a slight red figure. "Bingo," he stood up and used Force Sight to search him. Thank the Force, he located the Padawan with ease.

"Let's sit down and talk, peacefully. I don't want this beautiful ship scarred." CSI said to the padawan, with his eyes closed.

"Forgive me, it was not my intention to imply that you were the same as any other Sith I have met. As a matter of fact, I was already aware of the fact that no two beings, Jedi or Sith, are alike. But, to be willing to slaughter innocent children, I thought that you must have some sort of grudge against us. If that is not the case, then why would you do it? Just because your master has commanded it does not mean that it is the right thing to do." She paused. "Or does it matter to you, whether what you're doing is right or wrong?"

N'la sat back in the chair, his arms on his legs in a relaxed state. "I forgive you, and as for slaughtering children, my master has commanded all she commands to kill, or control, that was the order," he told her simply.

"As for the right thing to do, I know it isn't, why do you think I said it would go against my code of honor to slaughter innocents," he replied.

"As for whether it matters as right or wrong, I have no feelings on the matter, I have had no feelings on most matters, I am just what I am, and I do what I do. That is why I am my master's apprentice, or at least her most favored, because she knows I will not attempt ascention to her role as Sith Lord or Lordess, as she is a woman," he told the woman, who was taking in his words for reasons he did not know.

"Though I don't feel on the matter, it does not mean I do or do not have morals on it, why should children die because the adult's own inability of reason," he lectured. "But what must be done, must be done, lest I successfully defeat you all, without the bloodshed of the children, and take them to my master to be turned against their training, then I have no other option than to kill them....the order, the Jedi Order, must not return, as my master does not want it to," he told her, waiting for some response from her.

"So you have a code of honor, but overall it doesn't matter, because whatever your master orders, you do. There was a time, or so I've heard, when if a person was ordered to do something that went against his code of honor, then he was forced, out of necessity, to disobey." She sighed. "Apparently, such people are few and far between now, and a code of honor is only adhered to when a person feels like it."

The padawan turned to face CSI. "Sorry Nihilus, this child is not viable at this moment in time. He's... resting." The padawan said as he injected himself with a siringe full of a silver liquid. "That should do the trick. The metal flows around the body and will reach the heart in two minutes. That's all I need." At this point CSI saw that something else was incontroll of this child "Don't try anything stupid, you can't save this child. If the metal doesn't kill him and I loose my connection, he'll remain brain dead for the rest of his days."

CSI looked around and fanned himself a little and shouted: "Aurora, this is hotter and hotter here! Well, bah! She's dealing with someone, I see. Now want some ice?" Then he stood up, "Force Freezing Field!" Suddenly, ice began to form on the Rogue Padawan's feet, and slowly froze his body in a beautiful icecube. The ice also froze the liquid metal in the Padawan's blood, and thus put him in Hibernation trance. "Arion, help me, meet me in Med bay!" CSI shouted.

"Few and far between indeed, but I never said I was going to kill them, did I?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I said she gave orders of kill, or control...how you control, is up to you, so in basis, I'm not going against my code of honor, which is a small code, so it's hard to break," he told her.

"I was only threatening them to spur you to action, though, as I said, if they're smart enough to know right and wrong, and make sensible, and moral decisions, no matter what their age, then they are accountable, and thus, not innocent in my eyes, some will be innocent, some will not, some I may have to kill, some I could knock out, or trick," he told her.

"so, I'm really ot going against my code, so I'm one of those few and far between. Though I am sith, and that accounts for something. And no two sith or jedi are alike, as you confirmed, so one's code may be different from another, it depends on how you view a code of honor," he went on.

"You are a jedi, so your view of a code of honor, will be different from mine, so to you I could be breaking the code of honor, while I'm not breaking 'my' code at all," he got to his point.

"So I adhere to the code that I have set before myself, and I have not been ordered against it, nor have I broken it, even when the feeling to do so comes upon me, though, as I said, feelings are little, and far between for me on matters," he said, leaning forward, taking interest in this conversation that he was having with the female jedi.

"Besides, in common courtesy practices, both people must know the others name, and I never got yours, yet you got mine," he said, wafting his hand outward to indicate for her to tell him, though he did not do it in an impolite, or forceful fashion.

The padawan simply laughed, the Hibernation trance had obivouslly failed "It's too late. He's gone, Nihilus.". His skin started to cut and he began to bleed. "When you frooze the metal, like all liquids, it expanded, right inside his viens. You killed him. But his death will not be in vein. In the kid's datapad I have located a small vault located one of Coruscants moon which will give all the details of the Exile's base, their location and blue prints. Use them to destroy Traya or I will do this, one by one to your padawans. I am the puppetmaster, there's no way for you to beat me. Unless you kill Traya" The kid laughed as he bleed to death. There was nothing CSI could do but check out the datapad.

((A bit grusome I know but it's important that he dies or else CSI would have to fight her))