(Telos, City of Doniphon)
Berov was in a cantina called "The Dragon". Figures, he thought, last Sith I killed called himself like that. Music was awful, but he payed little attention to it. He was waiting for someone. His contact was supposed to be here already...
Cantina was crowded, but Berov did notice three hooded men approaching. He senced nothing! Something feels wrong, He placed his hand on his lightsaber and waited. Three man finally got to his table and they pointed their hands at him. He felt weekend. They were using the Force but he didn't sense it? They reached with their other hand to their belt and pulled out some kind of knives. If they used the force why not wield lightsabers, he wondered. Borov had enough, he used the force to create a telekinetic fist, punching each of the assassins and sending them flying through the crowd.
People panicked and many of them rushed out of the cantina as three man activated their red lightsabers. Berov turned on his white saber, and waited for them to make the first move. Just for case he used the force to shield his mind, in case these assassins try something again.
They charged and Borov blocked the firs one's strike and kicked him, making a force jump behind them. One red lightsaber was coming his way and he barely deflected it. The second man, jumped to him attacking. Berov was scarcely able to keep up with the strikes and the assassin disarmed him. Just as he was gonna lay a final blow something pushed him to the wall.
Berov couldn't believe it. Someone else turned on the lightsaber. A man in the yellow-orange robes with his golden saber stepped into the cantina. As one of the attackers was still struggling to get up, the other two slowly walked towards the Golden Guard. The most elite unit of the She'en Khalar. There were only a hundred of them, but on the battlefield, one could kill thousands before falling down. Before Berov blinked, two assassins were dead. He wasn't even sure how. Just as the Golden Guard approached the third one Berov said: "No! Don't! We need to interrogate him." But he killed him anyway.
The Golden Guard turned his lightsaber off, and pulled Berov's saber to him. He approached him, and handed him the saber: "I'm Prost Rebeyr" He said that like nothing has happened.
Berov took his lightsaber and intoduced himself slightly bowing: "I'm Berov Kaznicki, Master Rebeyr." Master Rebeyr smiled, "Please there's no need for bowing, and please call me Prost." Berov just nodded and smiled as he didn't know what to say. People started entering again. Soon, TSF will arrive.
"C'mon, we need to get out of here!" Prost said, and he and Berov left the Dragon through the back entrance.
Berov was full of questions, but they were moving fast through the midday crowd. Some of the people stared at Prost. They noticed the strange uniform. Berov was concerned. Soon there'll be sayings on the streets, about the man in gold fighting in the Dragon.
Finally Prost brought him to his small house. They went in, and locked the door. Berov went to the back while his comrade was looking through the window to see if anyone is watching them. Berov checked every room, the back door were closed. Nothing. He returned to Prost. "House's clear"
Prost just looked at him and said: "I knew that" Berov was going to ask him how but he interrupted him: "What do you know?" Prost sat on the chair motioning him to do the same. Berov sat with a confused look on his face and started speaking.
"Well, I know that one of the Sith Lords is in the Park of the Sacred Pools and that he's planing on assaulting the Jedi Enclave here."
Prost was suspicious. "Who told you this?"
"I don't know some guy requested a meeting and gave me that info. I was supposed to meet him again today, but those strange Assassins showed."
"Well, you were lucky I felt a disturbance and came, or you'd be dead. Also, your man was lying. There are three Sith Lords on the planet, and they're battling each other secretly. They wouldn't storm the Jedi Enclave. Not unless they join together..." Prost frowned, he didn't like this.
"So what shall we do? Master Kwei may soon arrive, and when he does we can exterminate the Sith from this planet." Berov crunched his hand like he saw them doing just that.
Prost was waving off... "No, no... When Lord Kwei arrives there'll be a chaos. The Sith will hide with the civilians. He'll be forced to deploy ground troops, and even then there will be civilian casualties. We need to draw the Sith out somehow. Make them reveal themselves. They must starting fighting more intensively."
Berov was thinking about this, but he couldn't figure it out: "So what do we do?" Prost smiled: "With luck, the Sith will think one of the others killed their assassins or something else. We must kill as many as we can. That will make them careless..." Then Prost got up and went towards the kitchen. "But first, we must eat something. Can't kill Sith on a empty stomach."
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Berov is a member of the Silver Guard. One of the best. He was with General Mat in the Battle of Mon Calamari on the moon when Mat destroyed the hypervelocity guns that were decimating the She'en Khalar fleet.
Prost Rebeyr is the member of the Golden Guard. The most elite unit of She'en Khalar. It is rumored that he fought with George Kwei before he became the Silver Knight. As it is the case with all Golden Guard members, there's no record of his service.
Just like in the game 
xD
