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Author Topic: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil (completed!)
maderic  914 posts
Registered: Oct '04
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Date Posted: 5/29/05 8:54pm Subject: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil (completed!) - Date Edited: 6/17/05 5:14pm (4 edits total) Edited By: maderic
Title: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil
Author(s): maderic
Timeframe: Pre-TPM (62 years)
Characters: Yoda; original, borrowed original
Genre: Action/Adventure
Summary: The third in the series, JBIII resumes the story three months after The Warrior's Glory. After the Battle of the Abendar Bridge, the Maith Sith have arranged an attack on Coruscant that has caused the deaths of over three thousand innocent people. Kais-Mer Daem and Bayee Karr have been assigned to detain the leader of a terrorist group believed to be responsible for the bombings. Meanwhile, Khaive Jois and Jora Syther have been paired up to track down the person who hired the terror group in the first place. Together, the moves of the Jedi bring them closer to resolving the mystery of the Maith Sith and cause Jakver Raze to make an all-or-nothing gamble on his plans for galactic domination. Feel the power of the third installment of the Jedi Betrayal series.
Notes: Almost all characters are original, save for Yoda. Two or so original characters are borrowed -- with full permission -- from another fanfiction. George Lucas owns the rights to the whole franchise, of course, and I have made no money from this creation. Please read the first two in the series before you read this sequel. Thank you.

* * * *

Chapter I

Light shined through the large glass windows of the Jedi Temple, casting the room in a sensation of gold and red beams. Two lightsabers whirled and crashed, filling the chamber room with a sizzling aura. Jora Syther twirled his lightsaber and swung it down, slashing at Bayee Karr. Bayee sidestepped his attack and struck at Jora from the side. Without any time to evade the attack, Jora felt the tickling sensation of the low-powered blade strike his stomach. If her violet lightsaber been on full power, the strike would have been a killing blow.

"Impressive," Jedi Master Sho Kila remarked while overseeing their training duel. "Both of you have improved greatly in skill since the battle."

It had been a little over three months since the battle at the Abendar Bridge on Kalnaa/Tarka. That battle had been a costly victory for the Republic -- out of the fifty-five Jedi who arrived there, only twenty-six survived. It was for a valiant cause that those Jedi gave their lives. The secessionist armies of the Tora had been completely destroyed, the Mandalorian mercenary army was crippled, and the planet was being re-united under one government. However, after the battle was won, three buildings in the commercial district of Coruscant had been photo-bombed, resulting in the deaths of over thirty-five hundred citizens. Despite many intelligence agents scouring the galaxy and recovering various leads, Jedi still had few suspects as to who was behind the terrorist attack.

The door to the training chamber opened and Jedi Knight Khaive Jois and Jedi Master Kais-Mer Daem entered the room. Khaive was fresh from passing the trials and that was reflected in his attire. His tunic had changed to a light sand hue and his Padawan braids were gone. His personality had changed, as well, and he carried himself in a different manner.

"Bayee," Kais-Mer said as he signaled Bayee to come to his side.

"Yes, Master?" she asked as she walked up the steps towards the door.

"We have been assigned a new mission. The Council requests our presence. Come with me."

"Yes, Master," the girl replied and obediently followed Kais-Mer out the door.

The two of them walked out of the training chamber and down the corridor. Khaive walked down the steps towards Jora who stood staring out the large windows into the city-planet. Speeders, as always, zoomed by at great speed, making a seemingly endless stream that was reminiscent of a swarm of insects after a hatch.
"Their new mission involves us as well, Jora," Khaive instructed.

Us. That was a word Khaive did not say very often to Jora. Jora still wasn’t his Padawan learner, but was regarded as a traveling student and accompanied Khaive wherever he went. It was widely assumed throughout the Temple that Khaive would soon select Jora as his Padawan, but Jora's own defeatism had continually given him negative mental reminders of his lack of apprenticeship and his rapidly approaching birthday. Jora’s thirteenth birthday was only days away and the Jedi Council would forbid him from becoming a Padawan after he turned thirteen. Even in death, Aree Denair would be vindicated and proven correct. That was something Jora could not allow.

"What’s it about?" Jora asked.

"Follow me and you’ll find out," Khaive replied, heading for the door.

Jora did as he was told and followed Khaive out of the training chamber and down the corridor to the Jedi Council chamber. The doors slid open, revealing the large elegant room. The Jedi Council had, as a result of the investigation into the bombings, not been in full session for some time. When it did gather a complete session, it was through the use of holographic versions of Jedi Masters, several of whom were off-world. To reach a quorum, the Jedi Council consisted of six members out of twelve. Kais-Mer and Bayee stood before the Council, listening to Tandon Dace speak.

"The problems have escalated. People are terrified that another bombing could occur, which is why it is critical that we find those responsible and bring them to justice," Tandon said from his chair. "This is, after all, what you do know."

"We have found ourselves a suspect?" Kais-Mer asked with a certain degree of surprise.

"Yes," Alongi Roska answered. "A dissident mercenary group from Anoc system. They call themselves the Mordis Raul."

"Twenty years ago, a terrorist group known as the Shadow Guild began to threaten peace in the galaxy. After their leader was slain at the hands of a Jedi, the remaining members of the group fled to the various corners of the galaxy. The ones that survived formed a new group, the Mordis Raul. Our intelligence suggests that this group leases their services out to anyone who can afford their large fees," Hannette Laxar informed.

"Apparently, experts they are at what they do," Yoda said.

"Kais-Mer, you are to travel to Anoc Major and secure their leader, Ayden Bejo, and bring him back for questioning. Master Asor's intelligence on this subject appears to be flawless as we have it on local authority in the system that Ayden Bejo does indeed reside there presently. We’re confident in you and your apprentice’s abilities, Kais-Mer, and we are sure that you will succeed," Tandon responded.

"Yes, Masters," Kais-Mer said as he and Bayee bowed before the Council members and left the room.

"Believe, we do, that the Mordis Raul is responsible. But act alone, they did not. Contracted for the attack, they were," stated Yoda.

"Contracted by whom?" Khaive asked.

"Seri Montex," Hannette said. "Seri is the adopted daughter of the late king of Tration, Ariss. After Ariss’ death, our intelligence shows that Seri fled Tration, rather then taking the throne. Before the attack, we believe she met with the leaders of the Mordis Raul and paid them to plant the bombs. This meeting took place on Rilos, where we understand that she is currently hiding under the guise of operating a reputable shipping enterprise."

"Go to Rilos, you will. Bring her to us for questioning, your mission is."

"You may need to seek out the aid of a local informant on Rilos. Our intelligence sources were able to draw him into aiding us. His name is Rynal and we’ll upload instructions on where to locate him to your data-pads when needed," Tandon said.

"Yes, Masters," Khaive said as he and Jora delivered a sweeping bow to the Council.

"May the Force be with us all," Alongi declared.

Khaive and Jora bowed before the Council and exited the large circular room. As soon as they began to walk down the hallway they saw Jedi Knight Bann Roiut and his Padawan apprentice, Krisma Konrad, enter the Council chamber. Krisma had been discovered when Bann and Aree were on Sartharia Prime. After Aree’s untimely death on Kalnaa/Tarka, Bann returned to Sartharia Prime and retrieved Krisma to be trained as a Jedi. Krisma’s Midicholrien rich blood had alerted Bann to his sensitivity to the Force. Bann brought him before the Council after the battle on Kalnaa/Tarka. The Council had been questionable on their decision to decide Krisma's fate, but, perhaps out of a greater intrigue, had allowed Bann to train him as a Padawan despite of the boy's age.

* * * *

Bayee Karr stood next to Kressi Renn as they stared out the large spacer windows in the lower floors of the Jedi Temple. The sun was setting quickly on Coruscant, and Kais-Mer and Bayee were preparing to leave for their new mission. Bayee had a somber look on her face while she talked with her best friend.

"And so I was all, ‘well you have no idea, either,’ and then do you know what that laser-brain had the nerve to say to me? He said that I’m the one who has no idea on how operate an optical beam transmitter and he could repair one with his eyes closed and his hands in electro-binders. Ugh, the nerve of that kid," Kressi said."

Bayee gave a half-smile. "Sounds normal to me," she said. "You’re always in fights with him."

"I am not," Kressi resented. "He’s the one that starts them," she added in defense.

"I’m sure," Bayee said, softly.

Kressi reached out slightly with the Force to sense Bayee’s feelings. Her mind was clouded, and she was very obviously distracted by something.

"What’s wrong? Are you nervous about this new mission of yours?" Kressi asked while brushing a few stray strands of brown hair out of her eyes.

"I don’t know. I’m kind of nervous, but I don’t really -- I just don’t feel good, that’s all," Bayee said.

"Are you sure that’s all that’s wrong with you?" Kressi continued.

"That’s all that is wrong with me. I’m just feeling uneasy. Not about the mission. Master Daem said the mission will go smooth as a Sellian spider’s silk, but I still don’t feel good," she responded.

"You had a premonition, didn’t you?" Kressi questioned, playfully tugging at two of her braids that hung over her right shoulder.

Kressi’s hair was an interesting piece of work. Her shoulder-length light brown hair was pulled into a series of tresses, while some of her hair remained un-braided. When she was nervous or trying to stay concentrated on a certain issue, Kressi frequently could be seen playing with her hair, as an unconscious means of gathering thoughts.

Bayee nodded. "Master Kais-Mer told me to mediate before we were to leave, so I did, as usual. You know, the basics. I just sat down on my sleep-couch, folded my legs, and closed my eyes," she started.

"What happened? Did the Midicholriens tell you anything that wasn’t normal?" Kressi interrupted, curiously questioning her friend.

"Not really. I just had the weirdest sensation of immense pain for a few minutes. I was seriously in tears it hurt so bad," she said.

"Sick. What caused that?" Kressi asked.

"How should I know? All I saw were pictures of death and destruction. I think something bad might happen," Bayee replied. "Again," she finished.

Bayee shook her head. Why did I just tell Kressi that? I know she is my best friend and all, but why that? That isn’t really important, is it? What does this all mean?

"I can only have faith in the Force that nothing bad will happen. You weren’t here when those bombings happened, I was. When that first bomb exploded, I have to admit that I was a little scared by all of it. There was so much confusion going on here. I hope you catch the guy responsible for the attacks," Kressi stated.

"I hope we do, to. You have a mission, too, don’t you?" Bayee said.

"Yeah," Kressi spat out. "It’s just boring old politics, though. Master Mal-Vies and I are to ‘watch over the Senate proceedings,’ or so Master Dace told us. I think it’s all in vein, though. They don’t need Jedi to listen to bunch of dull old men talk about even duller things. I mean, who really cares about the dispute over the taxation of outlying star systems? How is that ever going to affect the galaxy at all? I wish I could go with you instead, but no, I have to stay here with the gray-beards and -- I’m ranting again, aren’t I?" Kressi carried on, still playing with her hair.

Bayee smiled and rolled her eyes. "There you go, Kressi. If a Maith ever attacks you, you can talk him to death. And yes, you’re ranting...again," she said, giggling.

"Talking always was my specialty," she joked. "Ask Jora, I’m sure he’d agree."

"Oh, don’t bring Jora into this at all," Bayee said, holding up her hand in a halting position.

"Oh yeah, I forgot--," Kressi started, but was quickly cut-off by Bayee.

"Don’t even say anything," Bayee warned.

"Why? I was only going to talk about Jora Syther -- you know, your ‘friend.’ Why can’t I talk about him? Oh wait, there is a reason why I can’t talk about him, now isn’t there?" Kressi teased.

Bayee immediately blushed. After the Battle of the Abendar Bridge, she had done something less than normal or even acceptable for a Jedi and had embraced Jora in a short kiss. While brief, the kiss seemed as though it had meant something to Bayee. Afterwards, Kressi had dragged the details out of her and Bayee forced her to promise not to mention about it again. Kressi always looked for an opportunity to squeeze it into a conversation, and Bayee, still slightly embarrassed, always looked for an opportunity to back out of it and prevent Kressi from saying anything about the event.

"You don’t need to bring that up every time we talk to each other for more than ten minutes, you know," Bayee informed.

"Yeah, but I like to. It’s easy to tease you, Bayee. And, besides, I think it’s kind of cute. Jora, the brave young friend who risked his life to defend you -- admit it, you like him," Kressi continued her onslaught.

"You’re so mean. No, I don’t like him. Outside of Being a friend, I mean. For a Jedi, I mean," she stumbled over her own words, trying to defend herself.

"You’re drowning, Bayee. Just admit it for once. Even though it goes against the Code, you like him. Just say it. Once. Please? For me?" Kressi said, still twirling her hair in her fingers.

By this time, some of Kressi’s brown hair had been wrapped tight around her finger. So tight, actually, that she was having trouble trying to pull her finger out of her hair. Bayee laughed as her friend comically tried to free herself. Struggling, Kressi undid her finger from her binding tresses. Bayee continued to laugh.

"Don’t ever change, Kressi. Don’t ever change," she said.

Bayee saw Kais-Mer Daem walk down the set of steps and knew that it was time for her to depart. She looked at Kressi with her trained green eyes. Kressi smiled.

"Give that Bejo hell for scaring me like that, okay?" Kressi commented.

"I’ll make sure to," Bayee replied.

The two friends hugged each other and Bayee followed Kais-Mer into a hanger bay. Dozens of Jedi Starfighters stood inside; droids scurried around the floor. A handful of various different Jedi Knights were in the large hanger, tinkering with their personal flights and doing different tasks. Bayee retrieved a headset tiara from a small rack. She brushed back her hair and placed the tiara over her head, and clicked the comlink microphone into position. They boarded two of the starfighters and started their engines. Slowly, the crafts rose into the air and out of the open hanger door.

 

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Date Posted: 6/3/05 2:59pm Subject: RE: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil - Date Edited: 6/3/05 3:00pm (2 edits total) Edited By: maderic
Chapter II

The trees in the gardens swayed elegantly in the cool breeze of Kiel, Kardu Fett noted. He quickly turned his attention back to the young woman standing before him, the Empress of Kiel, Jia Axx. Kardu wore his deep red thermal undersuit with his lone metallic black Westar pistol, lying sheathed in its holster. Seventeen year-old Jia wore a white shimmer silk dress that changed colors when the light hit it from different directions. A man in a brown tunic stood to the side of the two and finished reading from the data-pad in his hands.

"Do you, Kardu Fett?" The man asked, turning his head to General Fett.

"Of course," Fett said, gazing into Jia’s eyes.

"Do you, Jia Axx?" The man asked, shifting his attention from Kardu to Jia.

"Yes," she said, smiling.

"Unless anyone has grounds for objection," he said.

Fett shot a glare into the crowd of thirty or so Mandalorian soldiers; not one spoke a word.

"Then I, with the power bestowed in me by the Force and the Empire of Kiel, pronounce you husband and wife," he said.

Kardu and Jia embraced each other in a long, passionate kiss. Following that, they turned to the crowd of soldiers and were received with cheers from every one of them. Jia smiled at Kardu, but her smile faded when she caught a glimpse of the stone cold stare burned in Jakver Mage’s eyes from under his black hood. Mage’s appearance had changed in the three months since the Abendar Bridge battle. His black hair had grown longer and his face was covered with a beard. His icy blue eyes gave off a distinct message as he stared at Jia and Kardu.

"What’s wrong?" Kardu whispered in Jia’s ear.

Jia sighed and shook her head.

"Nothing."

Mage walked to them slowly, his long cloaks blowing in the wind. He removed his hood and said, "Is this over now?"

Fett jeered, "Give us minute, will you?"

"Time is of the essence, General, I’m sure you know that," Mage said.

"What is so blasted important? I have no soldiers left to fight a war for you, Mage. I have nothing left but what you see before you now," he replied.

"I do not need of you, yet, General. But I will in the coming future. I need you to assemble your army," he said.

"I have no army," Fett shouted. "Your foolish crusade killed off my army. I have but thirty soldiers left. I can’t do anything for you," he added.

"With thirty soldiers, you can. In the coming months, I’ll need your force. However, as of the moment, I only need you. I want you to travel to Rilos. There, you will wait for my signal until you do anything at all. I have an important associate on the planet that may be threatened by Jedi Knights," he began.

"I don’t fight Jedi anymore. They’re too...tricky. The Jedi decimated my ranks," Kardu stated.

"If you help me, I swear to you, no Mandalorian will die at the hands of a Jedi again. Ever," Mage said.

"That’s an impossible claim. You can’t possibly live up to that promise," Jia interrupted.

"My dear Empress, believe me," Mage started. He turned to Fett and said, "If you come to Rilos, General, you will enable the end of the Jedi," he continued.

"Really?" Kardu glanced at Jia. "How much are you willing to pay? I won’t do anything for free."

"One billion Republic credits," Mage responded. "Does that answer your questions?"

Kardu and Jia’s eyes lit up at the sound of the reward money.

Mesmerized, Kardu numbly said, "A sum of that size answers all my questions."

"Good. Now if you will excuse me," he paused and gazed into Jia’s eyes, "I wish you both the best," Mage said and spun on his heels towards an exit archway, his capes flickering in the cool breeze.

* * * *

The Dark Lord of the Maith Sith, Jakver Raze, walked slowly in the shadows of the bright Coruscant sun that were cast onto his balcony overlooking the city. His black-as-night cloaks flowed in the light breeze and moved as he did. When he reached the end of the balcony, Raze held out a small holo-projector. With a click of a button, his dark apprentice, Jakver Mage, appeared in miniature hologram form in his palm.

"Has Fett agreed to help us?" Raze questioned.

"Empathically," Mage answered. "What of the protection for Bejo?" he asked.

"It has been taken care of," Raze informed. "You’ve done well, Lord Mage. Travel to Rilos and make sure everything else works out as planned," he commanded.

"We cannot -- we will not -- allow ourselves to be detected, Master," Mage said as if to reassure himself. "The Jedi must not discover us."

"The Jedi are blind and foolish. They have already lost this contest," his master replied. "We will not fail."

"Then all it is set?"

"Soon we will rule the galaxy, Lord Mage. Nothing will stop us," he answered. "We are in control now, Lord Mage, not the Jedi. Tomorrow brings a new day and with that day will come the ashes of the Jedi Order."

The hologram of Mage fissured and disappeared, leaving Raze staring into the evening Coruscant air to ponder the events to come. Raze, as assured as he was; still felt a slight unease about the situation. The circumstances under which they had created a certain level of problems that could arise, given the chance of even the smallest of mistakes made by Mage. There could be no room for oversights or underestimations. The plans Raze had in mind would be executed flawlessly and the galaxy would be his. Or he would die in the process.

 

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Date Posted: 6/3/05 3:03pm Subject: RE: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil - Date Edited: 6/3/05 3:03pm (1 edits total) Edited By: maderic
Chapter III

The Jedi Starfighters elegantly circled over the waters of Anoc Major and landed on a platform. The entire planet of Anoc Major was covered in water. However, the lack of a solid land mass didn’t deter any life from the planet, as the world was teeming with dozens of species. The native Anocians had constructed large cities that were built up on platforms above the waterline. They used transwalks, small conveyor-belt structures, to move around the cities or over the water. Hydro-transports of all sorts were docked along the transwalks of the marinas. The streets of Rawal were sunken roads. They had about a meter vertical drop from the edge of the street and the transwalks to show that the roads were strictly for land speeders and floaters. The cockpits slid open and Jedi Master Kais-Mer Daem and his young apprentice, Bayee Karr, emerged from the kite-shaped fighters.

"What is this place?" Bayee muttered to herself as she looked at her surroundings.

"The watery world of Anoc Major," Kais-Mer answered, overhearing her comment.

A droid whirred down the path towards the platform they stood on. What appeared to be a Tralc male walked behind the astromech droid, towards Kais-Mer and Bayee. Tralcs were tall, lanky creatures with large ears that protruded from the sides of their heads. The Tralc approached and began to speak.

"Welcome to Anoc Major. I am Moza Dernn, servant to Alaric Req. I advise you to come with me and visit Commander Req, immediately," the creature said.
"We don’t need an escort and we’re not here to see this Commander Req," Kais-Mer said sternly.

Moza looked rocked with disbelief. "Everyone who comes to Anoc Major should meet Alaric Req. Alaric Req is the Commander. Alaric Req is the--," Moza began, but was interrupted by Kais-Mer.

"I care little of who this Alaric Req is. We’re on an important mission, and if you would please leave us, it would be greatly appreciated," he said, irritated.

"Alaric Req will not like this," Moza remarked and walked off, clapping large hands together to signal the astromech unit to follow him.

When Moza and the droid were safely out of eavesdropping distance, Bayee asked, "What in the galaxy was that all about?"

"I’m not sure. Keep your wits about you, Bayee. This may get…odd," he said. "Wait! What’s this up here?" Kais-Mer said with greater interest as he pointed with his cloaked left hand to a group of what appeared to be protesters marching down the sunken road.

"It looks like a protest of some sorts," Bayee mentioned, softly.

"Let us observe this. Keep our distance, though. We have a mission to follow and we don’t need any trouble," Kais-Mer said, as they walked up a set of stairs to a transwalk.

Immediately as they stood on the transwalk, the two-meter by two-meter panel beneath their feet began to move. Bayee smirked in curious interest from under her hood at the moving panel. It was an ingenious creation, she thought.

"Neat," she commented.

The group of protestors marched down the road until they came to the façade of a large grezi-brick building. The large pillars and ornate decorations hinted to Bayee that it was some form of a capital building. The group of a dozen or so people waived their laser-signs in the air and shouted to the building. Quickly, the doors to a balcony roughly four meters above the ground opened. A man in an elaborate array of gilded cloaks appeared. The crowd of protesters became very angry and hissed curse words and violent slogans at the man.

"Peace! Peace! Silence for a moment! Let Walpa be heard!" the man on the balcony shouted.

"Death to the establishment!" a protestor shouted.

"End the tyranny!" another angry person bellowed.

"Silence for a moment, Walpa says! Let Walpa speak!" the regal figure exclaimed.

The crowd went silent. The man held his arms out for a moment and then began to speak. "Fellow Anocians, calm your blood. Silence your voices. What is it that you want?" he asked.

"We don’t want your Sith-spitting conformity, Walpa!" a man in the crowd shouted.

"Silence your treason. Walpa will not tolerate such vile words. Be gone with you all!" the man shouted.

The crowd burst into angry hisses and boos. The same violent curses and slogans were shouted again at the man on the balcony. The crowd was getting very aggressive, very quickly. The man on the balcony shouted a phrase in Hutteese and left through the door he had entered through.

Suddenly, doors on the ground level of the building opened and invasors appeared, weapons raised. Some of the oldest models of droids specifically created for combat, invasors were nasty robotic monsters. They rode on single tracks and were equipped with large repeating-bolt blasters on both of their protruding limbs. They could also be equipped to fire segmented explosives through a hatch on the chest panel of the droid.

"What are those?" Bayee asked, concerned.

"Invasors. They’re old-model security droids. These ones appear to be very old units, though," Kais-Mer said.

"Should we be alarmed?" Bayee questioned, her hand slowly falling to her lightsaber hilt.

"Not yet. Let us see what happens here," Kais-Mer said. "Remember, we’re not to get involved in any domestic affairs, if at all possible," he added.

The invasors rolled out onto the transwalk and the crowd broke apart. The droids slowly moved out and their spindle-shaped viewing-eyes stared out at the protesters, who had broken their group and scattered onto the street and down the transwalk. Unexpectedly, a single blaster bolt hurled through the air. It struck one of the protesters, a young female human, in the stomach and she fell down to the sunken road, hitting her head on the dura-steel panels.

"You fraggin’ ground-harler!" one of the protesters shouted at the droid that shot her.

The man drew a blaster pistol and leveled it to fire at the droid. As soon as he aimed the pistol at the droid, a bomb went off within the state building. The explosion that ensued tore apart the grezi-brick building and rained debris down everywhere. Kais-Mer and Bayee were forced to shield themselves from the blast and the falling wreckage. Smoke filled the air and flames erupted from the smoldering remains of the building.

 

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Date Posted: 6/3/05 3:09pm Subject: RE: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil
Chapter IV

All of the stars were gleaming blurs of white lines as they flew by the large view ports of the transport ship, Valor. Jedi Knight Khaive Jois stood calmly gazing out the windows in the bridge, collecting his thoughts. He heard the door slid open behind him and he didn’t even have to hesitate to know who it was.

"Are you ready?" Khaive asked.

"Yes," Jora answered, walking up to stand beside Khaive.

"Captain," Khaive said to the pilot of the vessel, NorLae Dossar.

NorLae Dossar was a young Menkan from the planet of Geoa. Menkans were lizard-like creatures with long tails, extended alligator snouts, and large green plate scales. Menkans were also one of the largest species groups on all of Rilos; something that Khaive was hoping would help hide their advancements onto Rilos from unwanted attention.

"Yes?" NorLae responded from his captain’s chair.

"How long until we land?" Khaive asked.

"Not long," NorLae said, his large jaws clapping together when he spoke.

"Not long doesn’t tell us much. We need an exact figure," Khaive replied.

"Ask Shishonie," he said.

Khaive drew a blank for a moment until he quickly recalled whom, or rather, what Shishonie was. All Jazuum-class medium star crusiers, like the Valor, were equipped with main computers. The main computers on board the ships were as advanced as a protocol droid and as technically inclined as an astromech unit. All of the small computers, personal displays, CA-EA set-ups, etcetera, were all connected and maintained by one main computer. The main computers, like protocol droids, had their own voices, as well. The Valor’s main computer was Shishonie.

"Shishonie, can you give me an exact time figure for our landing on Rilos?" Khaive asked.

"Certainly, Khaive," a woman’s voice replied. "The Valor will land on Rilos in exactly eighteen point six standard minutes. Is there anything else I can assist you with, Khaive?" Shishonie added.

"Nothing as of the moment, Shishonie. Thank you," Khaive said.

Khaive turned to Jora and studied the boy for a brief moment. Jora looked distant. His thoughts were elsewhere, away from the mission. Khaive searched through the Force trying to pry into Jora’s mind; trying to pick up on any subtle thoughts that would give him away. With great ease, Khaive found a glaring contemplation from within Jora thoughts.

Ever since Khaive had passed the trials and became a Knight, he had sensed something in Jora. Something was burning within Jora, slowly eating away at him. That thought was a fear. A fear of not Being selected as a Padawan before it was too late. Khaive had once had that fear, as well. He, too, was once mere days from his thirteenth birthday before Being selected by Bann Roiut as his apprentice. The absconding of Maderic Thra had scarred Bann, discouraging him from taking on another Padawan. He, somewhat reluctantly, ended up adopting Khaive as his apprentice.

"Why are you staring at me?" Jora asked bluntly.

Khaive was torn from his thoughts. While what felt to him as minor seconds of studying Jora had actually been the better part of a minute.

"I’m not," he managed to let out.

"Yes you are. You’re trying to read my thoughts again, aren’t you? I can sense when you do that. I don’t like it when people do that. It makes me--," Jora began, but was interrupted by Khaive.

"Mad?" Khaive asked.

"No, not mad. I’m not really mad at anything. Being mad implies anger. Anger is associated with hate, and if I’m ever going to be a Jedi, that's the last thing I need."

"That’s what I like about you, Jora. You’re still very young, but you’re wise beyond your years," he commended.

He was complimenting me, Jora thought. Khaive was actually complimenting me. No criticisms, no jeering comments, just actual commendations.

The Valor rocked slightly as it came out of hyperspace and slowed down. Khaive turned to the large viewports to see a glowing gray orb not far from them. The Valor was still quite a distance from the planet, but they were slowly sailing towards Rilos.

"Shishonie, can you give us some background statistics on Rilos?" Khaive asked.

"Please specify, Khaive," Shishonie responded.

Machines, Khaive mentally retorted.

"Sorry, Shishonie, I forgot that you need specialized commands. Could you give us statistics on Rilos, such as its population, government, and climate…you know, the basics? What are we to expect on the ground down there?" Khaive instructed.

"Rilos. The second largest planet in the DefaJek system. Estimated population is four billion, five hundred million, nine hundred eight-four thousand, and twenty-six. An average temperature of fifty-one standard degrees. Cold, bitter nights averaging negative nine standard degrees," Shishonie said, pulling information from her near-endless supply of databanks.

"There is no government in the normal sense of the word," NorLae spoke up.

"What do you mean?" Jora asked curiously.

"The planet has been war-torn for generations. The planet was once a bright green gem, but it is now a smoky, hazy shadow of its former self. The Modero family had control of the planet, but lost it years ago in a series of very bloody revolutions. The planet has no government now," he paused. "Only bands of armed thugs trying to force their beliefs onto other people," NorLae informed.

"Sounds like Coruscant," Khaive joked. "In all seriousness, we must be very careful," Khaive commented. "Shishonie, please run a search through your databases on the name Seri Montex," he requested.

"Certainly, Khaive," Shishonie replied.

Jora turned to Khaive. "Do we have any idea of where we’ll find this Seri Montex?" he asked.

"That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Hopefully, Shishonie can bring up something dealing with her involvement here," Khaive said.

"We’re approaching Rilos’ atmosphere," Shishonie alerted.

"And of the search I requested?" Khaive questioned.

"After scanning through my databanks, I can find no source matches of the name Seri Montex. Perhaps you have an incorrect name," Shishonie stated.

"No, that’s the correct name, Shishonie," Khaive assured. Blast, no results at all. This is going to be harder than I presumed, Khaive contemplated.

"It looks as though, Jora, that we’ll be in need of finding the informant Master Dace referred to," he added.

"We’ve begun the descent to Rilos," NorLae remarked from his chair.

NorLae stood up and clunked away from the chair, his long, scaly tail dragging on the ground. He walked over to a small computer terminal and began to press buttons.

"With Shishonie onboard, it’s like I’m not even flying the ship anymore. I tell you, one of these days; droids like her will put us all out of work. Even Jedi like you," NorLae said.

"Somehow I doubt that, Captain," Khaive said.

"Ah, you’re probably right," NorLae said, walking away from the computer and to Khaive and Jora. He leaned his large snout in closer towards Jora and said, "After all, what’s an old spacer like me know about the future?"

"Preparing onboard nav-systems for transition into descent. Main thrusters cooling," Shishonie reported.

"Then again, maybe I’m gonna be right about this one," NorLae joked.

 

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Date Posted: 6/4/05 10:41am Subject: RE: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil
Good job, Maderic! I loved the first two stories and this one is even better! I think it is sort of a shocker to me that Jia and Kardu got married! Can't wait for more updates! Good luck!

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Date Posted: 6/4/05 4:40pm Subject: RE: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil

yeah jsut caught up, class as suual

 

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Date Posted: 6/4/05 11:25pm Subject: RE: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil
Great story, there's a lot of good surprises grin

 

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Date Posted: 6/7/05 8:30am Subject: RE: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil
Maderic, I absolute loved the first 2 series, and the beginning of this one is also great. I'm absolutly amazed how you thought up the story. You should be a proffesional writer man wink

 
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Chapter V

Thick black smoke billowed into the air from the destroyed building. Kais-Mer Daem and Bayee Karr slowly made their way to their feet. The sight from Bayee’s perspective was sheer chaos. The heavy air was filled with a choking mixture of soot and ash. Bayee ran across the sunken road to the transwalk, Kais-Mer close behind her. The ground was littered with the dead and the dying. Bayee lifted her feet, careful not to trip on a detached arm lying on the ground. She knelt down next to a wounded protestor, the girl who had been shot by the invasor. She didn’t look much older than Bayee; her brown hair was tussled around her head and laced with blood, which slowly oozed from the wound on the back of her head.

The girl began to half-coherently speak. "What happened?" she said, wearily.

"You were shot," Bayee said. "By an invasor. The building blew up seconds later," she informed.

The girl winced. "You’re kidding, right?"

As soon as those words were released from her lips, she looked around her and immediately knew the answer to her question. The wounded girl noticed a man she knew stagger around, searching for his left arm.

"A bomb?" she asked.

"Obviously," Bayee replied.

"My head hurts. My stomach, too," she said, touching the burn-hole in her tunic. "My name is Adella Hasher. Who are you?"

"Bayee Karr," she answered, helping the girl to her feet.

Adella leaned on Bayee until she could control her balance and could stand on her own. She brushed herself off and she caught a hint of the light bouncing off Bayee’s lightsaber hilt.

"You’re a Jedi, aren’t you?" Adella commented.

Her statement surprised Bayee. "I guess there’s no point in hiding things from you," Bayee answered.

"I saw your laser-sword. It’s kind of a give-away, isn’t it?" she remarked, smiling slightly.

Adella walked through the smoky air and quickly surveyed the damage caused by the bomb. The remains of invasors and protestors, alike, were scattered all across the ground. She saw one man clutching his throat, trying to hold back a torrent of blood. Another protestor lay on the ground, his legs at least two meters from the rest of his body. Adella swallowed hard. It was pure terror. Her friends were lying before her, ripped to shreds. She tried to prevent herself from crying, but it was useless. Tears flowed from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Bayee came from behind her and attempted to console her.

"It’s not fair," Adella let out, chokingly. "Why am I still alive when they’re not? These are some of my best friends," she cried.

"I know how you feel," Bayee began, before Adella cut her off.

"How would you know how I feel?" she snapped.

"Three months ago, one of my closest friends was killed," Bayee responded, staring at the ground.

"Oh," Adella replied, surprised. "I’m sorry, then," she said, wiping tears from her eyes.

Adella walked over to where a large piece of grezi-brick from the building had fallen to the ground, pinning a protestor and an invasor beneath it. When Adella approached the mass of debris, she realized who the dead protester was. She turned her head away, and covered her face with her hands. Bayee approached her and took a quick look at the corpse trapped under the debris. It was a young man, not very much older than Adella was. His face had a blank stare.

"Who is he?" Bayee asked, already anticipating the answer.

"My brother," Adella let out between sobs.

"I’m very sorry for you," Bayee comforted.

"Bayee," Kais-Mer called out.

"Yes, Master?" she replied, turning to the sound of his voice.

"We have a serious problem on our hands," he started.

"Was the bomb meant to kill us?" Bayee asked.

"I don’t believe so," stated Kais-Mer.

"It was meant to kill us," Adella said.

"It destroyed the building and the invasors, too. I don’t think it was targeted solely at the protestors," Kais-Mer reasoned.

"Who was that man standing on the balcony?" Bayee asked.

"Walpa Dina, the scum of the galaxy. He is, or at least was, the Executor of this sector," Adella said.

"You obviously have great deal of discontent for him," Kais-Mer commented.

"Discontent doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about him. He’s a criminal, a murderer, and an all-around scoundrel," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. "He’s an absolute monster."

"I don’t believe you have to worry about him anymore," Kais-Mer said, hinting to the wreckage of the building. "Something tells me is dead," he added.

"Thank the Force," Adella remarked, drying her tears on her sleeve. "I’m glad he’s dead," she said.

"If this Walpa is dead, then who replaces him?" Bayee asked.

"Alaric Req," Adella stated.

Bayee and Kais-Mer exchanged glances. "I would greatly appreciate it if you could bring us to this Alaric Req," Kais-Mer said.

"I can bring you to him. I am part of his political party. Commander Req is a distinguished political figure here, and he is -- err -- was running for Executor of this sector against Walpa in the next election," Adella informed.

"We need med-crews here," Kais-Mer said.

"They’ll be coming any minute, no doubt," Adella assured.

 

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Date Posted: 6/7/05 12:19pm Subject: RE: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil - Date Edited: 12/24/06 12:51am (1 edits total) Edited By: maderic
Chapter VI

Khaive Jois paced the interior lounge in the Valor. He was waiting for the clearing signal from Shishonie to let Jora Syther and him exit the ship and venture their way out into the thick jungle of Rilos. Shishonie had done as Khaive had instructed it, and the Valor had landed in a thick swamp to help hide the Jedi’s movements.

Shishonie, are we able to exit yet?" Khaive asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.

"I cannot yet clear you to leave, Khaive. Holding instructions do not permit me--" Shishonie began, but Khaive interrupted.

"Frag the holding instructions," Khaive cursed like a drunken spacer. "Get around them," he instructed.

"Confirm bypass of coded holding instructions?" Shishonie asked.

"Yes, Shishonie. Let us leave already. We have an important mission to take care of," he said.

"Beginning bypass of coded holding instructions. Bypass completed. When should I be expecting you to arrive again, Khaive?" Shishonie said.

"I’m not sure. We’ll be back, though. We do need a transport off this rock, after all. Thank you for your help, Shishonie. You’ve been a great asset to us," he replied. "Jora."

Jora appeared through the archway into the lounge. "Yes?" he asked.

"We’re leaving," Khaive informed.

Jora nodded, acknowledging that he understood Khaive’s instructions. He grabbed a small carrying bag and slung it over his shoulder. They exited the lounge and headed to the exiting room. The landing ramp slid down to the muddy surface of the swampy ground and, together, they walked down it.

The ground was soggy, and every step Jora took sunk his boots deep in thick mud. The swamps were filled thick with trees and immense amounts of vegetation. A small river ran through the swampy ground a few meters to the right of Jora. He looked back at Khaive with unhappy eyes.

"Cross through this thing?" Jora asked, uneasily.

"Unless you have a better way across," Khaive said.

Khaive walked past Jora and waded into the river. The water was up to his waist as he made his way across. Granted, Khaive was taller than Jora, so the water would be deeper to young Syther than it was for Khaive, but the river was no deathtrap. Jora always had certain level of uneasiness around water. He didn’t like it very much and was, actually, slightly afraid of it at times. He was glad that the Council hadn’t sent Khaive and him to Anoc Major, which, as he had been told, was covered in water.

"Are you coming?" Khaive called from the other side. "Look, it’s not that deep," he said.

"I know, I know. I’m coming. Just thinking, that’s all," he responded, shaking his head.

"Thinking is good," Khaive commented.

Jora trudged into the water. The clear water was ice-cold as he began his way across it. Jora was glad the river bottom was sandy and not thick mud like the rest of the swamp, or he would have not been able to wade through the river. He continued his way through and felt extremely cold as the water level reached up to the middle of his chest. He reached the other side of the river and looked at Khaive.

"You’re afraid of water," Khaive stated with a hint of a questioning or surprised tone.

Jora shook his head. "Me, afraid of water? Never. Don’t be absurd."

* * * *

Bayee Karr stared up a long winding staircase that led to a large metal gate. Kais-Mer Daem examined the gate and turned to Adella Hasher, who stood behind them. Two sentry guards paced forward, blaster rifles clearly visible. Kais-Mer exchanged glances with his Padawan, and saw that Bayee was becoming increasingly alarmed.

"Who are you?" one of the sentries asked rather bluntly.

"I’m Adella Hasher, a member of the Double U party. I have two guests who are interested in signing up," she said.

"They look like Jedi," the other sentry stated, stepping towards them.

Bayee’s stomach twisted in a knot. In a vague attempt to pass-off the guard’s comment, she laughed. "Jedi? We’re no Jedi," she said between fake giggles.

"As my daughter," Kais-Mer glanced at Bayee, "said, we’re no Jedi. Just simple people interested in the politics of our planet."

"We want to see Commander Req," Adella spoke up. "Is he in right now?"

"Yes, he’s in. But he wouldn’t want to be bothered with trivial people such as these two," one of them answered.

Kais-Mer took a step towards the two burly sentries and waved his hand while saying, "You will take us to see Alaric Req, immediately."

Stupefied, the two guards said in unison, "We will take you to see Alaric Req."

As the two guards opened the gate and walked ahead of them, Adella whispered to Bayee, "What just happened?"

"A little trick," Bayee whispered back. "Master," she said, louder, "was that really necessary?" she asked.

"If it wasn’t necessary, then I wouldn’t have used it," he replied coolly.

Adella led them down a central hallway and into a large octagon-shaped room. A desk stood in the center of the room, flanked on both sides by large blue flags. A man dressed in a silver suit stood up. His russet hair was cut short and kept clean. He was a rather tall man and he glared down at them with weary, almost cautious brown eyes. His pale purple skin was a striking contrast to his flashy silver outfit and matching cape. The man stood up when he saw Adella and walked towards them. His cape swayed slightly as he walked and the saber he had attached to his belt clunked around.

"Commander Req, I presume?" Kais-Mer said.

"Guilty as charged. Adella, who are your guests?" Alaric Req said, eyeing the Jedi.

"They’re off-worlders. I met them after the incident. I’m sure you’re aware of the bombing?" she said.

"Of course. I’m very glad to hear that you’re alive, Adella. Walpa Dina is dead, however. This does put a damper on the elections, it appears," Alaric responded.

"We have to get to the bottom of this and discover who is behind such a savage attack," he continued. Req smiled at Bayee, a sly and almost cunning grin. "Tell me, what brings you two all the way to Anoc Major? I can tell just from your accents that you’re from Coruscant."

"We’re merchants," Bayee blurted out.

Kais-Mer glared at her, obviously annoyed by the hasty answer. It they were to cover up their true identities to this man, they had to come up with a convincing background story. Details were essential. "Like my daughter said, we’re merchants. We’ve come to Anoc Major in hopes of expanding our trading network. We’re hoping to cut in on some of the profits of the mining of ammonia-tellurium ice crystals."
Alaric looked reserved in deep thoughts for a moment or two, as though he was in intense meditation. "You better cut in on the mining profits quick. The Trade Federation has been jumping down our throats trying to get the contracts to lead the underwater operations. You’d be competing with some of the top mining firms in the galaxy. What association do you belong with, out of curiosity?" Req asked.

"Systani Systems," Kais-Mer said.

"I don’t believe I’m familiar with such an organization," he replied. "Nonetheless, I bid you the best of luck in your business endeavors."

"Thank you. We’re considering taking up residence here on Anoc Major and we’ve been informed that you’re running for office," Kais-Mer started.

"You’ve been informed correctly. Though, I’m not sure what is to result of the election now that Dina has been assassinated," Alaric stated.

"What are some of your policies? What would encourage us to vote for you?" Kais-Mer questioned, trying to make conversation and delve deeper into Req’s affairs. Kais-Mer had an odd feeling about Alaric Req, but he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly he was feeling. Not yet, at least. He needed more time to examine and investigate into Req’s motives, his ideals, and his true character. Only then could he fully assess this man.

"I, as leader of the Double U party, am compelled to follow a set path of policies and party ideals. I’m strongly against the acts of raising taxes. The people of this sector suffer enough as it is. If I am elected Executor, I’ll make no attempt at raising taxes, on anyone. I’m for the prohibition on personal blasters. I feel if citizens didn’t have guns, then we wouldn’t have riots like we had today," he began.

"No amount of laws could have stopped what happened today, Commander," Adella butted in.

"I’m sure," Req replied with an expression that oozed annoyance. "With blasters and blaster pistols out of the hands of civilians, crime in this sector would plummet through the floor and into the ocean below. I’m heavily for a military conscription act that would place large reserves of citizens into a stand-by status, incase of war ever threatening Anoc Major. I’m for strengthening our education systems. I’m for eliminating the barriers between native Anocians and the various other species on this planet," he said. "I could carry on and on with this for hours, hell, days. But your daughter looks increasingly bored with my political babble," he commented with a half-smile at Bayee. Bayee rolled her eyes in reply.

"Were all the protestors today members of this Double U party?" Kais-Mer asked.

"Yeah," Adella responded. "Well, at least the vast majority of us were," she corrected herself.

"Why were they so prone to violence, so quickly?" Kais-Mer questioned.
Adella looked ill. "We weren’t," she said, stumbling over her words. "Walpa sent invasors after us to break up our legal protest. The violence started with them. I was shot, remember?" she said.

"True, true," Kais-Mer conceded. "One of your protesters clearly drew a pistol after the first shot, though. Had it not been for the bomb going off, the Force knows what could have happened."

"’Had it not been for the bomb going off?’ What kind of insensitive scum are you?" Adella spit out. "That bomb killed eleven of my friends. It killed my own brother!" she continued, her voice raised and tense as she shot words of immense emotion at the Jedi Knight. Kais-Mer was still as stone; her words had no effect on him. Tears appeared to be moments from erupting from her eyes.

Kais-Mer sighed. "I apologize. I didn’t mean to come across that way. I’m sorry you took it that way. Commander Req, if you excuse us, my daughter and I are to be leaving," he said.

"I understand. It was a pleasure meeting you," he said, extending his hand.

It was then that Kais-Mer noticed something on Req’s wrist. It was a black tattoo of a symbol. The symbol was a set of black lines that decreased in length as they traveled around his wrist. That insignia was familiar to Kais-Mer. He searched his thoughts for a second, combing through a vault of information. Memories flooded into his mind of the terrorist group, collectively known as the Shadow Guild. Master Laxar had even mentioned them when they were briefed about their mission. Kais-Mer shook Req’s hand and watched as he gave a sly smile.

"That’s an interesting tattoo on your wrist, Commander Req. What does it mean?" Kais-Mer asked casually.

An extreme look of worried emotions lit up Alaric Req’s face. He tripped over his words as he said, "Oh that old thing. It’s a," he paused, "symbol from my childhood. It’s nothing, really."

"I see. If you’ll excuse us," he said.

Kais-Mer and Bayee turned their backs to Req and walked down the hall and out of the building. They stopped as soon as they were out of the eavesdropping distance of the sentries at the gate.

"Master, that tattoo means something significant, doesn’t it?" Bayee asked.

"Quite significant. I think we may have just found our key to locating Ayden Bejo. That tattoo is the symbol of the Shadow Guild," he said.

"The what?" Bayee questioned.

"Twenty years ago, a group of thugs and assassins terrorized the galaxy. They called themselves the Shadow Guild. In fact, a rogue Jedi led them. After their leader’s death, the group disbanded. The core leadership scattered throughout the galaxy and reformed, calling their new faction, the Mordis Raul. I have a strong suspicion that this Alaric Req knows where Ayden Bejo is, at the very least. At a higher level, he may likely be affiliated with him," Kais-Mer explained.

"So what do we do?" Bayee asked.

"First, we must contact the Council and inform them of everything that has happened," he informed.

 

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Notes: Even more. happy I should make a mention, I suppose, of the sub-plot that was entirely deleted from the story -- Bann and Krisma's trip to Illum where they encounter a new threat; an agent of Raze's. This was deleted because it adds nothing to the story. But, to those that may wish to see it, I'll include it in the cut content portion of the story after we're finished. happy

Chapter VII

The sky was low and bleak. Thick dark clouds blotted out any sunlight and the pounding rain formed massive puddles of mud on the ground. Lightning danced in distance and thunder clapped continually. Jora Syther looked down the city street trying to find sight of a place for shelter.

"Where are we even going?" Jora asked.

"There," Khaive Jois pointed.

The city of Mordga looked odd when compared with the rest of Rilos. The city was modern; Rilos wasn’t. It was the only city to speak of, actually. All other establishments were just citizens that lived within a reasonable distance from one another. Such locations could hardly even be called towns. Mordga was teeming with life. Large houses and storefronts lined the stone streets, flashing signs indicated certain businesses, and shady patrons clung to the many taverns and clubs like leeches. The building Khaive pointed to was one such tavern. It was two stories tall and at least thirty meters wide. A large sign blinked above the entrance, indicated the establishment's name: Mooka's.

"There?" Jora asked, surprised.

"Yes, there. The informant Master Dace briefed us upon is in that building. His name is Rynal. We are to have a talk with him if we’re to get anywhere on this mission," Khaive said.

Khaive walked to the entrance of the tavern and through the doorway, Jora following slowly behind. Inside were roughly two-dozen patrons, doing a various assortment of things. Some were dancing; others sat at tables, enjoying drinks and meals. The Jedi instantly received looks of suggested suspicion as soon as they entered.
Khaive leaned towards Jora and whispered, "Act casual."

"I’m trying," he replied.

"Wait here," Khaive whispered back.

Jora did as Khaive instructed him. He leaned against the wall and scanned over the patrons in the room, his gaze falling on all of them. Small ripples came in and out of the Force that Jora could feel, but it was nothing alarming to him.

"Excuse me," a man said as he walked through the door.

Jora caught only a vague glimpse of the man. The man had short dark hair and a dark complexion. He wore a deep red thermal suit and had a blaster pistol holstered to his thigh.

Why does he seem so familiar? Jora’s mind toggled the thought around. I swear I’ve seen him before.

Khaive walked to the bar table and sat down. Two seats away from him sat a figure wrapped up in a black cloak. From under his hood, the figure took casual -- calculated -- glances at Khaive. The man knew who Khaive was and he carefully spied on him from afar. He felt a slight sense of uneasiness work its way through the Force. He tapped the table to get the attention of a bartender who was turned around. The bartender faced him and Khaive eyed the person. It was a young human female, approximately seventeen standard years old. Her hair was cut short, hanging only a few inches past her ears, and was dyed a light blue color.

She looked at him with deep green eyes and said, "Hello. I haven’t seen you here before. What can I get for you?"

"Information and a glass of Jrev," Khaive started.

"What kind of information?" she said, stepping back to fetch him his drink.

"I need to know where a man named Rynal is. Is he here right now?" he asked.

"Rynal? Um...yeah, he’s right over there," she said and pointed to a table.
The girl handed Khaive a glass of Jrev as he had requested and he quietly said, "Thank you."

"That drink costs you five credits," she stated.

Khaive dug into his tunic pocket and retrieved the appropriate amount of money. He handed it to the bartender and walked over to the table that she had pointed out. As he walked, Khaive felt as though he was Being watched by someone sitting at the bar table, and he glanced over his shoulder a few times.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Khaive murmured to himself.

Directly in front of Khaive sat a Menkan, very similar in appearance to NorLae Dossar, the Valor’s captain that had ferried the Jedi to Rilos.

"Rynal?" Khaive asked, sitting down.

"You’re the Jedi Tandon told me of," the large lizard commented. "Right?"

"Yes. My name is Khaive Jois. I need you to tell me everything you can about a woman named Seri Montex," he stated.

"She’s bad news times a thousand. You don’t want to get messed up with her, from what I’ve heard. When she got here, she killed someone just because he was standing in her way as she walked down the street," Rynal began.

"Do you know where she is? Or how I can find her?" he asked.

"Why would you want to find her? She runs a shipping corporation that is affiliated with the Commerce Guild. And, I’ve seen her in here before. A few times," he continued.

"Where is this shipping corporation located at?" he questioned.

"Here, in Mordga...the south end of the city. She runs her business, if you even want to call it a business, out of an old cathedral. She has a lot of hired help, from my understanding," he informed.

"Thank you. You’ve been of great help to me," he said. "Here, buy yourself another drink. On me," Khaive added, throwing down a handful of credits to the table.
Khaive walked briskly to Jora, who stood impatiently by the door. Jora looked at him with curious eyes for a second and then asked, "Well?"

"I’ve found out where she is located. She’s in the city," Khaive said.

"That’s all you found out?" Jora asked.

"No, that’s not all I found out. I know where she is. Exactly where she is," he replied and walked out of the tavern.

As they walked out, the man wearing all black bumped into them. He too, was exiting. Khaive glanced at the figure for a second and then turned away as he and Jora walked south. Khaive gave another fleeting look over his shoulder at the man in black. The figure stood under the eave of the tavern, and appeared to be staring at the ground. Khaive ignored a sense of tension and ran to catch up with Jora.

Don’t run, Jedi, you’ll only die tired, Dark Lord of the Maith Sith, Jakver Mage, thought as he stared at Khaive and Jora from under his black hood.

 

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Date Posted: 6/7/05 12:31pm Subject: RE: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil - Date Edited: 6/7/05 12:34pm (3 edits total) Edited By: maderic
Chapter note: And thus begins the hunt for Raze. (Sidious wasn't the only one smart enough to hide on Coruscant; right under the Jedi Order's collective noses) happy

Chapter VIII

The fading sunlight on Coruscant gave off a brilliant array of colors that poured through the windows of the Jedi Temple. Jedi Master Tandon Dace sat beside Masters Hannette Laxar, Alongi Roska, and the always venerable, Master Yoda in a lounging sector of the temple. Large sleep-couches and laze-chairs were set against the walls. Jedi Knight Kai-Sec Asor stood before them with his Padawan apprentice, Jaczon Vil.

Kai-Sec Asor was something of a living legend among the Jedi Order. He was a human male, at the attained age of fifty-eight. Revered throughout the Jedi Temple, Kai-Sec had a long legacy of feats he had accomplished throughout his life as a Knight. He served as a Padawan to Jedi Master Sho-Kila in the Kaarton War and emerged a hero. His skills in diplomacy were unmatched, even by Master Roska. However, when violence threatened, Kai-Sec was an incredibly formidable opponent.

Kai-Sec’s Padawan, on the other hand, was a young student eager to rid himself of the trials and tribulations of apprenticeship. Jaczon Vil, while faithfully loyal and considered a model Padawan, carried an unusual detest for the way the Jedi operated. He loathed the slowed training methods practiced by Kai-Sec and continually professed that once he became a Knight he would work to reform the Order’s fluency. Jaczon, a twenty year-old Falleen, had emerald green scales and an elongated head. Short cut black hair was pulled into a twelve-inch braid that hung over his shoulder.

Kai-Sec and his Padawan were frequently on the intelligence side of the Jedi, gathering various snippets of information for the Jedi Knights to use to their advantage. Infact, it was they who had uncovered the links between the Coruscant bombings and the Mordis Raul.

"As you can see, Masters, this is most disturbing news," Kai-Sec stated.

"If true this is, dispatch a team we must," Yoda said.

"How credible are your sources, Master Asor?" Tandon asked.

"While we do get frequent misleads and bad informants, I have great faith in this source," Kai-Sec answered.

"Then we must move quickly," said Hannette Laxar, exchanging looks with his fellow Jedi.

"Your sources, Master Asor, who do they suggest this person is? Are we talking about Mage?" Alongi Roska asked.

"It may very well be Maderic Thra. Our sources were not distinct in giving off any clear picture of who this figure is. They state, very clearly, that there is a Maith Sith on Coruscant. They also state, equally as clearly, where this Maith is hiding. I suggest that we form a unit and investigate the Xinal Center in the industrial sector," Kai-Sec replied.

"The intelligence Master Kai-Sec and I gathered specifically names the Xinal Center as the location of this Maith Sith’s hideout," Jaczon spoke up.

"Hmm...Dangerous this has become. Useless the Force is to us if detect a Maith on Coruscant we could not. Send Jedi to the Xinal Center we must," Yoda said.

"I agree, Master Yoda. If we are so blind as to not detect a Maith Sith warrior living on Coruscant, then we have greatly lost our connection to the Force," Hannette responded.

"We’ve also greatly underestimated our enemies. If the Maith Sith is bold enough to place themselves on Coruscant, without the Jedi locating them, then they are bold enough to launch direct attacks on Coruscant," Tandon chimed in.

"I will lead the unit to the Xinal Center," Hannette said, standing up from his laze-chair.

"Who will accompany you?" Alongi questioned.

"I will form a team. Master Asor, are you and your apprentice able?" he asked.

"Yes, we’ll go with you," Kai-Sec said, glancing at Jaczon and then affixing his eyes back on Hannette.

"Good. Is Master Kressar here?" Hannette asked.

"No. He and his apprentice are off world overseeing the disarmament of the Nalnar militia," Tandon informed.

Hannette sighed. "Then we will find two more counterparts. Master Asor, Padawan Vil, come. We must prepare," Hannette stated. He turned to the seated Jedi Masters and said, "We will find this phantom menace and bring him to justice."

* * * *

The Republic transport let the Jedi Knights off close to the Xinal Center. They had decided not to land directly there, as they might alert whomever the Maith Sith warrior was that was lurking inside. Hannette Laxar turned to see the rest of his team. Behind him stood Jedi Master Kai-Sec Asor, his Padawan, Jaczon Vil, Jedi Knight Vorta Ranos, and her Padawan, Xevven Jericho.

The Xinal Center was a very tall building with large glass windows, and thick dura-steel central beams and braces. Large balconies lined the walls and a hanger was affixed to the left side of the tall tower. As the Jedi slowly walked towards the building, a growing pulse flowed through the Force, alarming them.

"Can you feel that, Master?" Young Xevven asked.

"Yes, Padawan, and I don’t like its implications," Vorta Ranos answered.

"Quiet now. Keep moving," Hannette stated.

The team of Jedi snaked their way down long suspended bridges until they reached an entrance to the Xinal Center and a room. A set of stairs was featured on the left of the room and an electro-vator was placed on the right. As the Jedi approached the electro-vator, all of the lights began to flicker on and off. Unexpectedly, the lights above them exploded, showering them shards of glass.

"To the stairs. Whoever this warrior is, he knows we’re here," Hannette said.

Hannette had his hand on his lightsaber hilt as they made their way up the steps. The dura-steel whined and creaked under their weight. When they reached the top of the steps they found a large open room with large glass panes lining the walls and floor. The waning Coruscant sun sent beams of light through the windows, bathing the room with a golden hue.

Suddenly, a uniformed Telcar approached. He had a blaster pistol fastened to his left thigh and a rifle in his hands.

He shouted, "Leave at once. You are trespassing."

"We are Jedi on official business. Put down your weapon and let us as we are," Hannette stated sternly.

"I don’t care if you’re Jedi, you’re still trespassing on other people’s property. And as a security officer, it’s my duty to remove you," the man stated.

"If you degenerate to resorting violence, you will find yourself gravely outmatched," Kai-Sec Asor warned.

The man backed up a few steps, as if he was affected by Kai-Sec’s words. "My name is Daus Ka and I’m willing to use this blaster to remove you from my employer’s property, immediately," he said.

"Once more, step aside, or we will be mandated to force you aside," Hannette instructed.

Daus Ka looked around nervously. He took a few more steps back and then raised the blaster rifle. He fired off three shots at the Jedi. Kai-Sec quickly activated his lightsaber and deflected the bolts back at the guard. Daus was struck twice by his own rifle shots and fell to the floor, dead.

"I regret being forced to do that," Kai-Sec said as he reattached his deactivated lightsaber to his belt.

The Jedi walked out into the center of the spacious room and looked around, curiously. Hannette suddenly felt a dark wave crest through the Force. He felt cold. An atmosphere of evil and hatred was very near them.

"Do you feel that?" Hannette asked his fellow Jedi.

"Why is it necessary to feel it? Why not match a face to your fears?" a voice called out.

 

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Date Posted: 6/13/05 2:37pm Subject: RE: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil (updated; Chap VIII)
Chapter note: This was one hell of a fight to write and I'm thrilled with the final product. Enjoy.

Chapter IX

The Jedi drew their laser-swords and ignited them, filling the room with the glow of five lightsabers. They could hear footsteps tapping against the floor. It sounded as though the footsteps were all around them, instead of coming from just one direction. Suddenly, a figure entered the room. It was drowned in black cloaks and kept its head concealed under a hood. He walked a few more steps and stopped, meters from Master Ranos. Vorta, in exchange, took a few steps back, closer to her Jedi allies.

"Afraid?" the figure asked.

"Who are you?" Jaczon Vil asked.

His question was met with a spiteful laugh. "You don’t know who I am? The Jedi have lost this war before it ever started. You should always know who your enemy is, Jedi, always. I am the Dark Lord of the Maith Sith, Jakver Raze. I have waited over four thousand years for my plans to come full-circle and no amount of Jedi will come in my way. Are we clear?" Raze said, removing his hood.

"No, we’re not clear. You’re plans aren’t going to go anywhere," Xevven Jericho said, stepping forward, and twirling his blue scimitar lightsaber.

Raze raised a cloaked hand and sent a surge of blue electricity from his fingertips. The lightning bolts struck Xevven and ripped at his body. With the gentlest of motions, Raze tossed young Xevven through a glass panel on the wall and out onto a balcony.

"Padawan!" Jedi Knight Ranos cried.

She stepped forward towards Raze and spun her green lightsaber. Raze, again, let off a small touch of blue electricity, which Ranos was able to deflect with her lightsaber.

"You should have taught your apprentice that," Raze jeered. "Well, let us start this little contest, then," he added.

Raze removed his flowing black cloak and threw it behind him. He reached to his belt and -- with the Force -- drew his lightsaber hilt to his hands. He whirled the inactivated handle and pressed the emitter, sending the blood red energy blade into the air. His red eyes narrowed on the Jedi who stood before him. Raze leaped at Vorta Ranos, slashing and striking at her in mid-air. He landed in the heart of the group of Jedi and spun, whirling and attacking at the Jedi.

Hannette Laxar took several steps back. He had never seen anyone, outside of Master Yoda, fight like this. It was frighteningly impressive. Hannette jumped back into the fray and struck at Raze when he could. Raze deflected all four Jedi’s attacks with ease. He again took to the air and crashed his lightsaber down onto Kai-Sec Asor’s. Raze twirled, whirled, and danced in a rhythmic pattern with his lightsaber. He jumped over Jaczon’s head and landed behind him, taking an offensive assault to the four Jedi at the same time. Raze swiftly kicked Jaczon in the stomach and the young Jedi was thrown to the floor.

Raze spun on his heels and unleashed a furious barrage of strikes and swift, calculated, slashes at the other three Jedi. He jumped over Ranos’ head and landed behind her, striking at her with a bombardment of ferocious attacks. He forced up with his lightsaber and jarred Vorta’s weapon from her grasp. Raze quickly struck at the unarmed Jedi, instantly killing her as his lightsaber passed through her body.

The Maith Sith Lord turned his attention to Kai-Sec and Hannette and delivered an onslaught of strikes, slashes, and blows that kept the two Jedi on the defensive continually. Jaczon leaped to his feet and ran to rejoin the fight. Raze, with his back turned, stuck out his left hand and casted out the Force like a wave. The surging invisible hand swept up Jaczon and threw him against the wall and through a glass panel. He, like Xevven, landed hard on the balcony outside the building.

Raze leaped into the air and launched an attack that forced Kai-Sec and Hannette to test the skills of their defensive fighting. Raze landed to the ground and started a new offensive attack and rained down a bombardment of hard strikes onto the two Jedi. Hannette and Kai-Sec pushed forward, putting Raze on the defensive for a brief period. Raze performed a back flip and a landed a few meters away from the two Jedi. He reached out with the Force and swiftly grabbed the lightsaber of dead Jedi Knight, Vorta Ranos. He ignited it and jumped into the air. The dark lord swirled and danced as he struck at the two Jedi while he was still in mid-jump. Hannette backed up in defense; Raze was everywhere at once. He bounced off the floor and sprung off the wall, landing down to deliver a payload of attacks on both Master Laxar and Kai-Sec Asor.

Slowly climbing to his feet, Xevven Jericho retrieved his weapon and ignited the deep blue lightsaber. He charged at Raze, and spun in a circle to deliver a set of strikes and slashes on the all-powerful foe. Raze whirled and snaked as he exchanged lightsaber blows with Hannette, Kai-Sec, and Xevven all at the same time. With a motion of his hand, Raze threw Kai-Sec to the ground with the help of the Force. Raze focused his attention on Hannette and Xevven, quickly forcing the two of them across the room. He leaped over the two Jedi, and pounced on them with a fiery hail of attacks. The Jedi were quickly being cornered and were running out of fighting room, fast.

Padawan apprentice, Jaczon Vil, sprung to his feet and retrieved his lightsaber. He pushed a glass panel in with the Force and ran through, twirling his blue lightsaber. Vil ran straight at Raze, who had backed Kai-Sec and Hannette into a corner and was viciously tearing through their defenses with repeated attacks. Vil leaped into the air and lowered his lightsaber to slash at Raze, but the Dark Lord of the Maith Sith easily stopped the young Jedi’s efforts. Jakver Raze threw Vorta Ranos’ blue lightsaber at the in-flight Jedi apprentice. The weapon revolved as it flew through the air and Jaczon had no time to react to it. The lightsaber plunged into his chest and he fell hard to the floor. Raze flew into the air and called out for Jaczon’s lightsaber, pulling it to his grasp. He ignited the fiery blue sword and pounced on Kai-Sec, Hannette, and Xevven, lightsabers flailing. Raze jumped about the room, whirling and slashing at the three Jedi.

Raze struck at Xevven’s feet, and the young Jedi barely evaded the attack. As soon as Jericho leaped the lightsaber, he was kicked in the jaw by Raze, who performed a black flip when he delivered the savage kick to Xevven. Raze snaked his way around the room fighting the other two Jedi. Hannette and Kai-Sec had moved so that the two were always on separate sides of Raze, trying to tire him down, but it was not at all working. Raze was not faltering one step. Infact, he was increasing his agility and skill in his maneuvers.

Raze leaped over the two Jedi again, and crashed his lightsabers down onto Hannette’s lone green blade. Raze jumped forward, launching an impressive assault of strikes and slashes that were quickly wearing down the Jedi Master’s defenses. Raze then found an opportunity and, in the blink of an eye, took advantage of it. He forced Hannette’s lightsaber to the side with a barrage of heavy strikes and he swiftly swung with the other lightsaber. The red lightsaber sliced through Hannette Laxar with lethal speed. Hannette’s head was cleaved right off his shoulders and it rolled across the floor. The dead Jedi Master’s headless corpse crumpled to the floor.

Raze sneered and focused his attention on Kai-Sec Asor. Kai-Sec took several steps back, his gaze traveling between Raze and the dead bodies of his fellow Jedi. He raised his lightsaber to deflect Raze’s attack. The Dark Lord of the Maith Sith once again leaped into the air and performed more of his incredibly unorthodox fighting. He bounced, leaped, twirled, and whirled with two lightsabers as he exchanged blows and parries with Kai-Sec...

Slowly, Xevven Jericho made his way to his feet. He wiped the blood that was dribbling from his mouth off his face with his tunic sleeve and retrieved his lightsaber. Xevven saw that it was only Kai-Sec and he left alive.

Who in the cosmos is this guy? How can he possibly defeat five Jedi at the same time?

Xevven cleared his thoughts. He focused solely on Raze and the prospect of getting revenge for his fallen Jedi. Young Jericho leaped into the air and landed about a meter from the dark lord. He instantly brought his lightsaber to bear on Raze. Jakver Raze easily fought both Jedi at the same time, and forced them both on the defensive. His series of breath-taking aerial feats was absolutely amazing. Raze was just a flurry of black, red, and blue as he wildly wielded the lightsabers.

Raze booted Kai-Sec in the jaw and knocked him to the floor. He turned his attention to the young apprentice, Xevven, and unleashed a fury of attacks that had the youthful Jericho leaping and ducking, in any attempt to evade this maser of the darkside. Xevven sprung with a set of attacks aimed at knocking one of the lightsabers from Raze’s grasp, but it failed completely. Nothing could get through Raze’s defenses.

Xevven’s mind was racing. One small mistake and I’m dead. I cannot make any mistakes. My life depends on it.

Raze and Xevven continued to exchange blows and strikes, until Xevven made one of the small mistakes he had worried about. He miscalculated Raze’s ability to retaliate as quickly as he could and it cost him exceedingly. Raze locked lightsabers with the Padawan and sliced Xevven’s lightsaber hilt in half. Raze immediately spun and delivered his other lightsaber into Xevven’s stomach. The red energy blade pierced Jericho and he fell to the floor, overcome with his mortal wound. Raze turned and stared at the last remaining Jedi, Kai-Sec Asor. Asor’s bearded face was streaked with blood and perspiration, but his gaze did not unlock from that of Raze’s.

"Let us make this intriguing," Raze said.

He deactivated Jaczon’s lightsaber and tossed it to the floor. The hilt clinked when it fell and rolled a few meters away from Hannette Laxar’s corpse. Raze held out one hand and again released a surge of blue lightning. Kai-Sec deflected it with his lightsaber and took a few steps towards Raze.

"You will pay for all those you have killed," Kai-Sec said.

Raze laughed. "I doubt it, Jedi. I’ve killed hundreds of your kind before, and you won’t be any different. One more Jedi to add to my list," he replied.

Raze twirled his lightsaber and pointed the menacing red blade at Kai-Sec. He leaped at the Jedi and exchanged lightsaber blows and strikes with him. Raze spun, delivering a new set of punishing saber moves, which Kai-Sec narrowly evaded. Kai-Sec jumped over Raze’s blade, and unleashed an offense assault of his own. Calm and collected, Kai-Sec brought down a hail of lightsaber strikes that put Raze on the defensive -- for a short time, at least.

Raze flipped backwards twice and twirled his lightsaber in defiance. He jumped into the air and slammed his weapon into Kai-Sec’s. Raze was lightning; he bounced and danced throughout the room, engaging Kai-Sec in their fascinating fight to the death. The Maith Lord sprung off the wall and planted his boot into Kai-Sec’s face. The force of the kick was not enough to make Kai-Sec lose his balance, but it did cause him to take several steps backwards, to avoid more of Raze’s awe-inspiring lightsaber moves.

"This contest has gone on long enough," Raze said. "It is time to finish you."

Raze snapped his fingers and a Force-generated fireball erupted meters from Kai-Sec. The Jedi rolled to his right, escaping the attack by mere inches. Raze continued this attack, utilizing the power of the darkside as his ultimate ally. With a motion of his hand, Raze hurled an entire laze-chair at Kai-Sec. The Jedi Knight sliced through the furniture-turned-projectile with his lightsaber.
Raze smiled, a savage animal grin that bore his teeth. With another movement of his hand, a support beam tore out and flung itself at the Jedi. Kai-Sec rolled out of the path of the beam and it shattered through the glass wall. Annoyed, Raze lifted his lightsaber and quickly reached out with the Force, pulling Hannette Laxar’s lightsaber to his grasp.

"End of the game, Jedi," Raze taunted.

He ignited the green blade and spun both of his lightsabers in a taunting position. He flipped through the air and barreled down at Kai-Sec, lightsabers swinging. The Jedi did all that he could to defend himself, and narrowly escaped the attack with his life. Raze charged at Kai-Sec, whirling and twirling both lightsabers. The dark lord continued with his sporadic, unpredictable fighting style, and forced Kai-Sec across the room. Kai-Sec stood roughly two meters from the large glass panes that made up the walls of Raze’s lounge room.

Raze pressed his attack, forcing the Jedi further towards the glass wall. Kai-Sec scored a small victory and cleaved Hannette Laxar’s lightsaber hilt in half. Raze looked at the smoldering handle while he continued to fight the Jedi Knight. Raze discarded the useless weapon by throwing it at Kai-Sec. Kai-Sec dodged the thrown hilt, and struck at Raze with a series of blows and slashes. Raze easily held his own against the tiring Jedi and Force-pushed him through the glass window, out to the balcony.

Kai-Sec poured all of his energy and connection to the Force into allowing him to leap to his feet. The Jedi sprung through the broken glass panel and stared the Maith Lord in the eyes. Raze looked stunned for a second. His emotion then quickly changed to anger as he and Kai-Sec locked lightsabers again. The two fought back towards the center of the room. Raze slashed at Kai-Sec’s feet, but the Jedi Knight jumped his attack.

As soon as Kai-Sec landed back on the ground, he received the butt-end of Raze’s lightsaber hilt to the jaw. The Jedi was thrown off balance for just moment. But a moment was all that Jakver Raze needed. The Dark Lord of the Maith Sith spun his lightsaber back around and forcefully stabbed it through Kai-Sec’s abdomen. Kai-Sec looked down at the white-hot blade that had pierced his tunic and watched as Raze withdrew it. A glossy look overcame Kai-Sec Asor’s eyes and he fell to the floor. Jakver Raze was victorious.

Raze deactivated his lightsaber and returned it to his belt. He reached out for his cloak with the Force and retrieved it. Raze walked through a small hallway and reached his private hanger. He quickly boarded his personal space yacht and informed the pilot droid to start the engines and take off. Within minutes, the yacht lifted out of the hanger and off into the skies of Coruscant.

Back inside the lounge room, however, Kai-Sec Asor lay dying. He slowly drew his halo-projector from his belt and activated it. A small hologram of Jedi Master Tandon Dace appeared.

"Master Asor!" Dace cried out upon seeing the Jedi Knight lying wounded.

"Master Dace, this was not Maderic Thra. This was his Master. He calls himself Jakver Raze. My entire team has been decimated. I," he started until he began to cough up blood, "am not going to make it. May the Force be with you, Tandon," he added.

Kai-Sec Asor, the esteemed Jedi Knight, closed his eyes and died. In the hologram, Tandon Dace lowered his head in mourning. Jakver Raze, Dark Lord of the Maith Sith, had bested five Jedi at the same time, and had claimed all of their lives.

 

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Chapter note: The action just doesn't take much of a rest in this story. wink

Chapter X

Kais-Mer Daem and Bayee Karr stared into the fluttering hologram image of Jedi Masters Yoda, Alongi Roska, and Tandon Dace. All of the revered Jedi’s faces carried a look of grave concern.

"Connected to the Mordis Raul this Alaric Req is. Uncover the truth you must," Yoda stated.

"Masters, you’re yet to tell us what’s troubling you. I can sense that something happened. What is it?" Kais-Mer said.

Tandon exchanged looks with Yoda and began, "On an intelligence-gathering mission, Jedi Knight Kai-Sec Asor and his Padawan uncovered that a Maith Lord was hiding out on Coruscant in the Xinal Center, located in the industrial sector. Master Laxar headed a team to investigate and find this Maith Lord. A little over forty minutes ago, Master Kai-Sec delivered a message to us. Maderic Thra’s master, the Dark Lord of the Maith, ambushed them. Kai-Sec Asor and all four Jedi with him are dead -- killed by this unknown enigma. Kai-Sec managed to inform us that this Maith calls himself Jakver Raze. Minutes later, the Xinal Center violently exploded. We’ve alerted Supreme Chancellor Kallid and he has imposed a selective state of emergency. Jedi are scrambling throughout Coruscant and the neighboring systems. This Raze fled Coruscant after he slew Master Laxar’s team."

Bayee looked at her Jedi Master; Kais-Mer looked sick with grief. Kais-Mer, after a few moments of trying to find the correct words, managed to let out, "How could this have happened? How could a Maith Lord live on Coruscant without us realizing it?"

"Diminished our power has. Clouding our judgment the darkside has been," Yoda answered.

"Masters, this hunt is more important than us following the Mordis Raul’s leader. We request to travel back to Coruscant and help track down this Maith Lord," Kais-Mer said.

"Your request is denied. Finding Ayden Bejo could lead to locating Raze. You must stay on Anoc Major and find him," Tandon instructed.

"While I disagree with your judgment, we will respect your wishes. Please keep us informed," Kais-Mer said.

"We will contact you the moment something more develops. I fear this elemental evil has been lurking for sometime, biding his time to strike," Tandon said and the hologram disappeared.

Bayee looked at her Kais-Mer and said, "What do we do now?"

"We must confront Alaric Req with our suspicions. If he admits some correlation to the Mordis Raul, as I suspect he may, and runs, we’ll have to pursue him. Come, let us go back to Req’s manor," Kais-Mer said.

* * * *

The rain continued to pound the ground as Khaive Jois and Jora Syther walked up a set of large cobblestone stairs. The green brick building was amazingly tall and towered high into the rain-soaked sky. The building that Seri Montex operated out of was an old cathedral.

"Something is wrong," Jora said as they reached the top of the flight of steps.
"I feel it as well. Keep your wits about you and your lightsaber in quick reach," Khaive replied.

Chillingly, a female’s voice called out, "Welcome Jedi."

Khaive and Jora whirled to match a face to the voice. Seri Montex stood atop a set of stairs inside the cathedral, a lightsaber hilt hung in plain view from her belt. This was the person they had been sent to find and bring back to Coruscant. She was responsible for recruiting the Mordis Raul for the bombings. She would be brought to justice.

Seri Montex was the adopted daughter of the former King of Tration, Ariss Montex. Ariss, being a defected Jedi Knight, had built his daughter a lightsaber and taught her how to wield it. Although, Seri had a large problem that hindered her: she was not Force-sensitive. She had no inner connection the Midicholriens and that was her biggest liability. When she ambushed Bann Roiut on Tration, the Jedi Master quickly bested her and cleaved off her right arm from the elbow down. She had replaced it with a wiry mechanical arm that she kept covered. Had it not been for her inherent evil intent, Seri Montex would have been considered a perfect girl to marry in the eyes of most willing suitors. She was stunningly beautiful. She wore a short-cut violet shimmer-silk dress, which fell just below her knees. Her shoulder-length black hair was kept well groomed and her ravishing ivy eyes hid a cunning, devious mind. Seri was devilishly clever and creative. Previous attempts by the Republic to apprehend her had proved fruitless, as she had evaded capture twice. Khaive and Jora would make sure she did not evade again.

"Don’t you recognize me, Jedi? I’m Seri Montex," she stated.

"Charmed," Khaive replied. "Your ‘business’ has come to an end, I’m afraid."
"Whatever do you mean, Jedi? I’m an honest entrepreneur," she said.

"Yeah, and the Supreme Chancellor is a Wookiee. Give it a rest, will you? We know who you are and we’ve come for you," Jora said.

"Have you really come for me, Jedi? I’m flattered. Have you come to detain me and drag me back to Coruscant? Are you going to put me on trial? I make no distinctions about anything. I’ll tell you right up front -- I paid the Mordis Raul to plant the bombs. See, you have all the evidence you need for my arrest," Seri said, walking down a few steps.

"Give yourself up peacefully and there will be no need for violence," Khaive informed.

"What if I want violence, Jedi? Take me back to Coruscant forcefully. Make a big scene. You’ll only enrage my fellow citizens. Come get me," she shouted, trotting back up the steps and up another flight.

Khaive sighed. "I really hate chasing people. Come on. We have to follow her. She wants to play this cat-and-mouse game; we’ll play by her rules, for now. Then...we’ll make our own rules."

Khaive and Jora raced up the staircase, bolting up the steps with the aid of the Force to increase their speed. Ahead of them, they could see Seri purposely trudging up another step of stairs, slowly. She was playing with them. As soon as they reached another landing, the Jedi leaped forward and landed meters from Seri.

"Have it your way," Seri said.

She reached her metal fingers down to her belt and unhitched her lightsaber. After flicking the emitter switch, the icy blue blade lit up her face. The Jedi responded by drawing their laser-swords. Khaive immediately realized how little difficulty their task would be. The two of them would just corner her and disarm her. It would not last more than a few seconds at the maximum. Khaive advanced from the right; Jora from the left. Just by walking towards her, lightsabers drawn, they forced her to back herself into the corner of the room. Suddenly, an incredibly dark aura filled the cold air.

Khaive turned his head in anticipation of something he could only feel. The dark side is here. Scanning the Force slightly deeper he came across a startling fact. Mage is here.

Khaive whirled on his heels to see behind himself and be able to counter any enemy. The moment he turned around, Jakver Mage, the Dark Lord of the Maith Sith, stood, staring him in the eye. Khaive jumped back in defense, his green lightsaber raised.

"Did I startle you, Jedi?" Mage said. "I’m glad you recognized me. Seeing as I’ve changed in appearance and all," he added.

Jora turned on the sound of Mage’s cold voice, leaving Seri unattended to. She quickly slipped away from her cornered position and stood between Mage and the staircase that led back down.

"Mage," Khaive let out.

"You’re not one for talking much, are you? Hmm...no matter," the dark lord said. He locked his gaze on Seri and said, "You’ve been more trouble than you’re worth, girl. You’re a liability. This is the third Jedi sent after you in less than three months. You’re through. It’s time my Master and I cut our losses."

"What do you mean?" Seri said, a confused look on her face.

"Here’s a less-than-subtle hint as to what I mean," Mage scoffed.

Jakver Mage lifted his cloaked hand. He held out his hand in such a way that his thumb and index finger were about an inch apart. He quickly touched them together. Seri was overcome with the most unusual of sensation of extreme choking. She put her non-robotic hand to her throat. She slowly fell to her knees, gasping for breath, and hit the floor, face-first. With a simple motion of his hand, Mage lifted her dead body up with the Force and hurled it down the steps, falling several stories to the bottom floor.

"Well, it looks like Ms. Montex was bored with our idle conversation and decided to skip the elevator on her way down. That’s that," Mage said, a sick smile on his lips.

Jora swelled with a sudden burst of anger. Mage had just killed the whole purpose of their mission. And any chance of discovering further ties with the Mordis Raul. The young Jedi tried to calm himself, but nothing was working. He raised his lightsaber, yelled, and ran at Mage. Mage sidestepped the attack entirely and Force-pushed Jora against the wall.

"What’s your hurry, little Jedi? Going somewhere?" Mage asked.

Khaive twirled his lightsaber in anticipation of the duel he expected. Khaive had fought Mage once before, with help, and was defeated, barely leaving with his life. He was slightly worried by the prospects of fighting the dark lord again. And with Jora momentarily incapacitated, he would have to do it alone.

"Well then, let us get started, shall we?" Mage said.

He called his lightsaber hilt to his hand with the Force and activated the fiery red sword. He spun it around a few times in preparation and lunged at Khaive, striking and slashing fiercely. Khaive was forced back, but went to the offensive when he could. The two carried on back and forth, giving and taking blows, strikes, slashes, and parries. Khaive leaped over Mage’s lightsaber, and crashed his down at the Maith Lord. Mage ducked the attack, and skirted to the side to evade another strike.

Mage lassoed a chair with the Force and hurled it at Khaive, who leaped out of its way. The chair crashed into the wall and broke apart. Mage then grabbed hold of one of the broken legs from the chair and again through it at his opponent with the aid of the Force. The resolved Jedi Knight sliced the chair leg in half in-flight and flipped over Mage. He landed behind him and launched a new barrage of strikes and slashes at his evil enemy.

Mage jumped Khaive’s lightsaber and kicked him in the stomach, knocking the Jedi off-balance and to the floor. He took a few steps towards Khaive, and raised his lightsaber. Jora sprung to his feet and clashed his weapon against Mage’s, forcing the dark lord to retreat his position. Mage and Jora traded strikes and blows with each other until Khaive stood back up. Staring at the two Jedi before him, Mage performed a back flip and landed a few meters away from the Jedi and across the room. Mage lifted his sleeve to reveal a thin signal-bracelet. He pushed a button on it and spun his lightsaber around in protest of his two adversaries across the room.

Jora and Khaive advanced across the room slowly. They took two steps closer to Mage and a sudden, violent explosion tore apart the floor. The force of the blast blew the Jedi back and Jora lost grip of his lightsaber -- the weapon was lost during the chaos of the room. Smoke quickly filled the air and the Jedi could no longer tell where Mage stood. They heard him laugh and the sound of a few fleeing footsteps. Then the sound of the footsteps was gone. Jakver Mage had left the room.

 

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Date Posted: 6/13/05 2:48pm Subject: RE: Star Wars, Jedi Betrayal III: The Elemental Evil (updated; Chap VIII)
Chapter XI

Kais-Mer Daem and Bayee Karr walked up the large stone steps that led to Commander Req’s manor. They re-entered the large building and quickly found themselves looking at Adella Hasher. The young girl looked frantically busy as she hustled around, carrying certain things around the room.

"Adella?" Bayee called out.

Adella leaped up at the sound of her name. "Oh, it’s you guys. I thought it was Commander Req. Can I help you with something?"

Kais-Mer took a few steps towards her. "Yes, you can. We need to see Req again, in private if at all possible."

Adella shifted her eyes nervously for a few seconds and softly said, "I don’t know about being in private, but I guess you two could see him again, as long as it’s really quick. We’ve found out who was behind the bombing."

"Who?" asked Bayee.

Adella looked at a data-pad in her hands. "Some guy named Ayden Bejo. I’ve never heard of him before, but I guess he’s some sort of galactic criminal," she said.

Kais-Mer and Bayee immediately traded hurried looks. "Did you say Ayden Bejo?" Bayee questioned her own ears.

"Yeah, that’s the name. You’ve heard of him?"

"Heard of him? Just between you and us, he’s the reason we’re here. Ayden Bejo is a terrorist," Bayee responded, immediately knowing she had said too much.
Kais-Mer looked slightly frustrated. "We need to speak with Req this instant. Do you know where Bejo is?"

"Uh...yeah. Commander Req informed some security-police about what we had uncovered and they dispatched a group to arrest Bejo," Adella stated. "Here, I’ll bring you to Commander Req, personally," she added and motioned for them to follow her.
They walked back into Req’s office and found him staring out a window, while talking to another person. The entrance of Adella broke him from his conversation and Req walked towards them.

"Adella, you brought your friends back? Don’t you know we’re busy? Any moment now the security-police will burst in here with Bejo in their custody. We need to be prepared. And I don’t have time to be bothered by petty Double U recruits. Please, come back some other time. I’m very busy," Req quickly said.

"I’m afraid we won’t be going anywhere," Kais-Mer said, stepping towards him.

"Who do you think you are? Get out of my manor, now!" he exclaimed.

Kais-Mer sighed. "We must speak in private. Remove your associate from this room."

Req rolled his eyes. "Come back in five minutes, this won’t take long," he said to the other man in the room.

The person complied and exited, leaving the two Jedi alone with Req and Adella. Kais-Mer stared at Alaric with strong eyes, trying to pry into Req’s mind.
"Now what in the name of the Force is so important?" Req coldly asked.

"Alaric, we must confess. We lied to you. We are not merchants looking to gain access to mining contracts," Kais-Mer began.

"Then what are you?" he questioned, suspiciously.

"Jedi," Kais-Mer stated.

Alaric Req looked sick to his stomach. His purple face turned an off-white color. He fumbled through spitting out the words, "Jedi? You’re Jedi?"

"Yes, Commander. We are Jedi. Sent by the Republic to apprehend a terrorist named Ayden Bejo. He is the leader of a wide-ranging terrorist group. They are responsible for the recent attack on Coruscant. We need to see Bejo since you say that you’ve captured him," Kais-Mer continued.

"Um... I’m sure that might be able to be arranged. But not for some time, at least," he said.

"We don’t have much time. There is a growing problem and we need to interrogate Ayden Bejo immediately," he said.

"But we don’t yet have him," Alaric stalled.

As soon as those words slipped from Commander Req’s lips, two security-police opened the door to his office. They escorted a man in torn threads, who had obviously been beaten, quite badly. Blood ran liberally from open wounds on his head and his nose appeared to be broken. This man was a human with dark hair and brown eyes. He had a piece of cloth gagging his mouth, which prevented him from speaking.

"This is Ayden Bejo?" Adella asked.

"Yes, ma’am," one of the security-police replied. "This is the man."

Kais-Mer sensed the Force to confirm what he already suspected. As soon as he had his confirmation, he leveled his eyes on Alaric Req and said, "That is not Ayden Bejo."

"What do you mean?" one of the security-police officers asked.

"Yes, Jedi, what do you mean? Of course this is Ayden Bejo," Req said.
"No, it most certainly is not. Ayden Bejo is not human. Ayden Bejo is an Anocian, like you, Alaric Req," said Kais-Mer.

"You know nothing. You’ve been misinformed. Ayden Bejo is human. This man is the one who planted the bomb that killed Walpa Dina and this man is the one who is in charge of the Mordis Raul," Commander Req responded, defensively.

Kais-Mer smiled; he had anticipated it. "How do you know about the Mordis Raul, Commander Req?"

Alaric look flustered and ill, as though he was about to throw up. "I, err, you, um, mentioned them just moments ago when you were unveiling yourselves as Jedi."

"No, I specifically left out mentioning the Mordis Raul because I know you’re affiliated with them," Kais-Mer stated.

"That’s a down-right lie! Who sent you here? You’re not Jedi, are you? You’re probably loyalists of Walpa, sent here to slander me and start vicious rumors. You’re trying to twist my words around!" he shouted.

"You’ve only dug yourself into a mighty deep grave, Alaric. Every passing second that you speak, you become more and more guilty. I know you’re affiliated with the Mordis Raul," Kais-Mer replied.

"How?" Adella spoke up from behind the crowd.

"Because of the tattoo on his wrist. Only members of the Shadow Guild bore such a mark. The Shadow Guild became the Mordis Raul. Alaric Req is a member of the Mordis Raul terror network," Kais-Mer answered and accused.

"This is outlandish. Never in my entire life have I been slandered so badly. This is absolutely outrageous," Req said, throwing his arms up and walking back to his desk.

"Is this true, Commander?" Adella asked. "Are you really a member of this terrorist group?"

"Dear sweet Adella, I’ve grown fond of you. I’ve grown to trust you. You’re a loyal party member. Why would I jeopardize everything I’ve worked so hard to build by being a member of a terrorist group?" he asked.

"I don’t know. It’s just that the information they’re putting out and everything that you’re saying doesn’t match-up. One of you is lying," she said.

"Yes! One of us is lying. And it most certainly, by all the stars in the sky, isn’t me. This Jedi, if he even is a Jedi, is the liar. They already lied about who they were once, what makes you think they aren’t now?" Req responded.

"We are Jedi, I assure you," Bayee said.

"Yeah, sure you’re Jedi. You were also merchants. You were also his daughter. You’re not his daughter, are you?" Req viciously continued.

"No, I’m not. I’m his apprentice," Bayee defended.

"See, another lie. Then again, you probably aren’t even Jedi. There’s not any proof to say you’re Jedi," Req pressed on.

"Damn you’re irritating," Bayee cursed, something she seldom did. "We’re Jedi, end of discussion."

Req stared her down. "No, it’s not the end of the discussion. Jedi have the Force. Do you have the Force? I don’t think so."

"Yes, I do," Bayee, replied.

Bayee concentrated on the table that Alaric was leaning on and it began to move. She closed her eyes and wrapped her thoughts around it. She envisioned the table rising into the air by itself, and remaining suspended there. When she opened her eyes, she smiled, seeing that the table was indeed levitating.

"There, enough proof?" asked Bayee, annoyed.

"No, that’s just a simple magic trick or something," Req said, trying to deflect the obvious. Alaric Req was running out of talking room very fast.

"I know they’re Jedi, because I saw their laser-swords," said Adella.
Bayee mentally hit herself over the head. Why in blazes hadn’t I thought of that? Show him my lightsaber.

Bayee parted the cloak she was wearing and revealed the lightsaber hilt that was attached to her belt. Req’s eyes grew wide as he realized that he had just completely lost any hope for continuing the argument. Brashly, Req looked for a way out. And he found it as he quickly drew a blaster pistol from a drawer on his desk. He pointed the pistol at Bayee and pulled the trigger. He shook his head in disbelief as he saw Kais-Mer’s green lightsaber slice through his puny pistol barrel with lightning speed, rendering the weapon useless.

"Now you’ve just condemned yourself," Kais-Mer said, his lightsaber still activated.

"Start telling us the truth," Adella instructed.

"The truth? Bah, you people are too uneducated for the truth. But, Adella, I do owe you the truth. You should find yourself a new party. The Double U party is nothing without me and I’m leaving it. All right, I confess. But you Jedi need to do better research. Of course that man isn’t Ayden Bejo -- I am Ayden Bejo," he revealed.

"Thank you for your confession. You just confirmed what I had already suspected, Ayden," Kais-Mer said.

Adella turned to the security-police and said, "Release that man and arrest the real Ayden Bejo."

The guards released the man they had and undid the strip of fabric that was prohibiting his speech. As soon as the man could talk he began shouting at Ayden in Hutteese. The security-police led him out of the room and re-entered. They approached Ayden, trying to get him to allow his arrest peacefully.

"You’ll never bring me in for a trial," Ayden said as he drew the sword he had sheathed on his beltline.

Bejo raised the sword and slashed at one of the officers. Bayee leaped forward within a second of seeing the attack coming. She activated her lightsaber and the violet blade hummed to life in mid-air. She cut Ayden’s sword in half and Force-pushed him to the floor. The security-police swarmed over him, picked him up, and placed electro-binders on his wrists.

"You will face justice both on Anoc Major and on Coruscant. All of the people you killed are now coming back to haunt you, Ayden," Adella informed.

"You may have had the local population under your control, but you never fooled us for a moment. We knew you were connected to the Mordis Raul the moment we saw your tattoo," Bayee stated.

"I hope you enjoy prison, Ayden," Kais-Mer added. "Because you’ll be seeing an awful lot of it."

 

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