fan fiction scrollConflict On Naboo

 Atton RandBastila ShanCarth Onasi

Author’s Notes: Two months since Signed In Blood. I came up the idea to send Ravenstrike away for a while. I think it’s time to give him a break. He’s been in it for a while, and, quite frankly, people have gotten bored with him. There are two reasons for my not writing anything for two months. The first is cause I have another series I’m working on. The second is cause I was tapped for ideas. Anyways, this is the last time Ravenstrike will be in a story for a while. I rated this R instead of the usual PG-13 because although the cussing isn’t in here a whole lot, there are tons of bloody moments and descriptions can get quite graphic.

Arden and the rest of the group were ready for combat. It was the same way for Ravenstrike, Atton, and Hanharr. “You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, Ravenstrike!” Bastila screamed at him. Ravenstrike’s attitude remained the same. “Your threats mean nothing to me, Bastila. You still rely on the Force and its terrible weakness. You still rely on happy feelings to get you through life. You still feel LOVE! You are weak scum, and you deserve to DIE!” This shocked everyone, especially Bastila. Her face drained of color. “You…you…worm!” She was lost for words. Charging towards Ravenstrike, she ignited her lightsaber. He simply yawned. “Take care of her, Hanharr.” “Gladly.” came the beast’s reply. His rykk blades gleamed in the light. He rose them high in the air and sliced in the shape of an “X” when Bastila was near enough. She yelled in pain. Hanharr smiled a sick smile and kicked her hard, throwing her clear across the room. She slammed into the wall hard and fell to the floor, knocked out.

“Who’s next?” Ravenstrike asked them all. Mical stepped forward. “I do not prefer to fight, but you must be stopped before you do any more wrong.” he told the evil one. Atton walked up to Mical and grabbed him by the collar of his robes. “You talk too much. You know that, kid? You’re such a pretty boy, trying to woo Norris even though it was blatantly obvious that she dug ME and not YOU. You just need smacked around a bit, then you’ll see the truth.” This verbal onslaught was soon followed by Atton dropping Mical and grabbing him by the throat. He then slammed him to the ground with such a tremendous force that it broke Mical’s spine. Stepping on his victim’s throat with his boot, Atton laughed coldly. “It’s amusing to watch you suffer, kid. I like it.” Mical soon ran out of breath and passed out.

NOBODY saw that coming, not even Ravenstrike, who applauded Atton right after. “Excellent work, Atton. You showed him.” “Thanks. I’ve been itching to do that ever since I met him.” “ATTON!” Norris shouted at him. He turned around and smiled. “Yes, Norris?” he asked her innocently. “DRAW YOUR SABERS!” Still smiling, he did so and ignited them, as well. They were no longer yellow; instead, they were blood red. Norris drew and ignited her cyan sabers furiously. They then struck each other’s blades. This battle would be good. Ravenstrike, knowing this, went to the kitchen to make some popcorn for him and Hanharr. Upon returning, he saw a little bit of bloodshed on the floor. “What did I miss?” he asked Hanharr, his mouth full of popcorn. “Well,” Hanharr explained, “the female started aggressively and Atton met each of her blows. Then, he sliced her arm and that’s where the blood came from.” Norris didn’t seem to be hindred by her injury, however, for she kept up the pace. Atton seemed bored. “Time to spice this fight up!” he declared. Without warning, he used the Drain Life/Force Lightning combo on her. She screamed in agony and fell to her hands and knees.

He ceased his attack, and she looked up at him, wondering what he would do next. He came nearer to her and kneeled by her side. “You know,” he whispered to her, “it’s not too late to join us. You can save yourself by becoming a part of our group.” She stared at him in disbelief, with tears of anguish streaming down her face. “Why don’t YOU come back to US?” she cried. “You don’t belong with these monsters! Please, Atton. I know there’s still good in you. Come back to us…come back to ME.” He seemed to be deep in thought. “Well?” she asked him after a moment. “I…I…I…” He couldn’t say what he wanted to. The power of the Dark Side still gripped him tightly. Seeing that he was having difficulty with himself, Norris did the only thing she knew would work: She kissed him. Atton’s eyes opened wide. He could feel the Dark Side slipping away. Finally, he could say what he wanted to say. “I’ll come back to you guys.” Ravenstrike’s jaw dropped in total surprise, and Hanharr growled angrily. “YOU TRAITOR!” he roared at Atton. “I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU!” He rushed towards Atton and grabbed him by the throat with both hands. Hanharr tightened his grip. Atton was completely defenseless against him. Suddenly, Hanharr threw Atton in the air and stabbed him in the stomach with both of his rykk blades. Atton’s cries of pain were music to the Wookiee’s ears. “I love to hear how my prey sounds when it is dying. It whets my appetite.” he snarled at Atton. Removing the blades from Atton, Hanharr threw him on the floor. Norris rushed to his side quickly and took him to the medical bay of the Ebon Hawk.

Ravenstrike laughed devilishly at what he had just seen. “That bloodshed was simply SPECTACULAR!” he exclaimed. “The blood is EVERYWHERE! This is the most fun I’ve ever had in a single day. BRAVO, HANHARR!” The Wookiee only grunted. “I think I’d like to fight now.” Ravenstrike announced. Arden and Mission stepped forward. “Now, now,” Ravenstrike chided, “two against one? Hardly seems fair. But, oh well.” He pulled his dual Sith Tremor Swords from their sheathes. Arden drew his blue saber, and Mission drew her green one. “Impatient Statement: Let us begin this battle, Master. I cannot wait to see you rip his insides out and show them to him.” HK-47 said. With that, Ravenstrike bowed slightly and made the first strike. It hit its target: Arden’s chest. Arden didn’t show anything that indicated pain. He simply grinned and tried to strike back. He missed because Ravenstrike leapt out of the way.

The battle then went into full swing. The three combatants fought ferociously. Ravenstrike wasn’t even trying, however, and could still keep up with the lightsabers swings. Mission tried her luck and aimed for Ravenstrike’s left arm. She missed by a lot, and he rebounded by slicing HER left arm. She, unlike Arden, could not hold in the pain and fell to the ground crying. Arden dropped his guard and Ravenstrike stabbed him in the back with both blades. Arden’s face turned pale and he collapsed. “Well, well, Mission,” Ravenstrike taunted her, “it seems you’re still just a child, crying over a little ‘boo-boo.’” He then teased her. “Awwww! Does the baby have a boo-boo? Let’s get her a bandage!” He cracked himself up. Mission didn’t think he was funny at all. “Is that how you treat someone who you once loved?!?” she asked him in disbelief. “My dear, sweet, naive child. I don’t feel love anymore. It’s a weak feeling and I don’t need it. Those who love are useless in the grand scheme of things. Love is pointless, and it does nobody any good. It needs to be terminated.”

Mission was about to speak, but Mandalore stepped forward. “So, tough guy, you think you’re a badass, huh? Well, we’ll see who the badass is after you and I do battle! I’ve always wanted to fight you, you arrogant punk! Now, I’m finally getting my chance! So, put your blades away and draw your blaster!” “Very well.” came Ravenstrike’s reply. He put his swords away and took out his repeating blaster rifle. Mandalore took out his Mandalorian heavy repeater. “Now,” Mandalore started, “on the count of three, we shoot. One…two…THREE!” Both of them fired one shot at each other. One moment later, Ravenstrike’s eyes suddenly grew bigger and he fell to the ground. “Heh. You call that a SHOT?!?” Mandalore asked his fallen opponent. “It didn’t even leave carbon scoring on my armor. You’re pathetic, kid.” Ravenstrike looked up at Mandalore, his face scathing with anger. Hanharr rushed to his side. “Shall we leave, Ravenstrike?” the Wookiee asked his ally. “Yes. We shall, Hanharr.” He and Hanharr ran out the door. Mandalore and Jolee tried to catch up to them, but could not. They had gotten away once more.

Later that evening, Atton had been healed and brought back in the house. Mical woke up to his back no longer being broken. Bastila and Arden had also been healed. Mira was rather irritated. “I wish I could’ve fought Hanharr! I would’ve liked to settle the score with him once and for all!” she said rather angrily. “Calm down, Mira.” Carth said. “Besides…you saw what he did to Atton. What if that had been YOU?” “It WOULDN’T have been me, Carth. I know better than to use emotions like love in battle.” “All right…whatever you say.” Dustil was rather confused. “Can anyone tell me what the story is behind those two?” he asked. T3, who had been quiet all this time, began beeping wildly, telling Dustil the whole story. It started from the moment they first faced Ravenstrike and ended with what had just happened. “I see…” Dustil said, intrigued. “So, where do you think they’re going?” Arden replied, “I think I know where. But, it’s FAR from here. It’s just the place to go to plan future moves and attacks. I could sense its powers on all of them.” “And what is this place called?” Dustil asked. Arden was silent for a few seconds, but then responded, “It’s a planet called Groiorg and it’s in the Unknown Regions of the Galaxy.” Jolee’s eye’s glistened at the mention of this planet’s name. “Remember how I told you my life story, Arden?” he asked the former Dark Lord. “Yes, I do.” Arden replied. “Why?” Jolee sighed deeply and said, “Because there’s a part I left out.”

He then proceeded to tell all of them the time he had gone to Groiorg in his Jedi Order days. There, he and his squad had been ambushed by several strange creatures wielding lightsabers. They fought these creatures off easily, but couldn’t help but wonder what they were. They found some scrolls in a mysterious temple. These scrolls were not teaching tools, but instead were history books of sorts. These scrolls were in chronological order and all had something to do with the Sith. “We took them back to the Masters, and they put the scrolls away somewhere in the Jed iTemple on Coruscant. We never heard mention of them ever again.” Jolee concluded. Arden was nodding. “This story may have vital clues for us. Ravenstrike and Hanharr are evil, and so is the planet. And it also has secrets, which Ravenstrike likes to uncover. There may be more scrolls there. We have to go to Coruscant sooner or later, you guys. But until then, we’ll forget all about Ravenstrike and Hanharr.” Everyone agreed with Arden. With this, they all were tired and proceeded to bed. Only Mission wondered what Ravenstrike was up to as she lay in bed that night…

In their ship, Ravenstrike and Hanharr had plans. They’d hide out for a while on Groiorg, and then head for Korriban to explore the ruins of the Sith Academy. Ravenstrike was still mad at them all. He felt no remorse for what he and Hanharr had done today. He still wanted to crush them all. “The damn fools think they have defeated me…they are wrong. They haven’t heard the last of Ravenstrike Leogun, last child of Darth Nihilus!” He then laughed cruelly as the ship continued to speed through the Galaxy. Back on Naboo, calm was once again restored to Arden and the rest of the group…for now. None of them knew where or when the next threat would show up, but they wouldn’t worry about it until the time came. For the moment, they were at peace, and that’s all that mattered to them. Somewhere in the Galaxy, however, something was happening. Something that would end their quiet time prematurely…

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