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So true... I hear TOR isn't that good. 

Good news is the new Force Unleashed is wicked sweet though!    YAY!!!

…Downfall, personal quarters; en route to Serroco…

Revan thrashes about in her sleep as Alek watches helplessly. He had tried to wake her… of course he had. Tried to stop whatever nightmare she seemed to be having to no avail. Something was happening with Revan… within Revan. An inner struggle. A war maybe. What worried him the most is which part of her might win.

…

Revan falls to her knees in tears, struggling aimlessly against the Force chains that keep her from fighting back against the demonic monster that tore through Republic troops like nothing she ever witnessed before. It shreds each soldier to pieces in a fraction of a second, devouring their flesh with a blood lust that makes Revan sick to her stomach.

Her eyes slowly move over the monster as it swallows the last of the Republic troops, destroying an entire army –consuming thousands of souls –in less than a minute. What was this monster? Mandalorian maybe? It wore a mask much like one of theirs would. But no. Even with all their might the Mandalorians could not harness a demon like this. This was something far worse.

Revan flinches as the massive beast makes its way towards her. It walks on four legs, much like an animal, but with a body that looked like it had been human once. Armor hardened white skin is layered over enormous muscles that tense with each step it takes. Its tail is long, powerful, and deadly, the spike at the tip of it often stabbing unsuspecting soldiers in their backs when it had been in its feeding frenzy.

And its eyes… vibrant yellow mixing with traces of orange. Both like tiny fires. Revan backs up as the monster lowers its head towards her face, its jagged teeth sending shivers down her spine. It growls, blowing its harsh breath on Revan’s face. She almost gags, the smell of blood and rotting flesh churning her stomach.

The beast lifts one of its arms and Revan turns her face away, as if in fear of being struck. Instead the beast’s lifts its head, long claws wrapping around the edges of its mask. Stiches tear as the monster pulls the metal away from its skin. It lowers its head to Revan’s eyes level again, revealing its true face.

Her face.

…Kote Te’t, Mandalorian Armada; above the burning Serroco…

Mandalore slinks from the shadows towards the Jedi intruder, using the Force to mask his presence, cloud the Jedi’s senses. In a flash of speed Mandalore rushes towards the Jedi, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her into a heavy blast door a good 50 meters down the corridor. The force of the impact nearly causes the door to break.

Mandalore laughs in the Jedi’s face. “You’re mine now, Jedi! Oh, I bet your sorry little friends will pay big to see you not get hurt. Bet they’ll leave us alone for a while. I’ll keep us as a pet of mine for a while,” he smiles wickedly.

Skye struggles with the last of her strength against Mandalore’s grip, barely retaining consciousness after the bang to the head she just received. Mandalore chuckles.

“Oh, don’t you worry, pretty little thing. I’ll treat you right. Make sure you never forget what it was like to be held captive by a Mandalorian.”

Mandalore releases his grip on Skye’s neck only to quickly grab her head and slam it against the blast door. Skye slips unconscious, her body falling limp into Mandalore’s arms.

...Serroco...

Serroco is now a wasteland of burning ruins, crushed completely under the might and wrath that had come to be known as the Mandalorians. Very few had escaped on the rescue ships, shot down by the Mandalorian blockade around the planet. And very few remained on the living hell of a planet.

Skye's plan to delay the Mandalorians had given the people mere minutes. It wasn't enough to save them sadly. Slowly, Mandalorian troops make their way to the surface, intent on destroying ever living being, whether it be Republican or not.

The Republic didn't want war, wanted to hide behind their allied worlds in a vain effort to slow down the coming of their own demise. The Mandalorians had looked the other way for some time... but no more. The Mandalorians would not fight cowards.

They would provoke the Republic into a real war. Burn all their worlds, slaughter woman and children if they had to! Anything to bring the Republic into fighting back, putting everything they had into saving their "precious" Republic.

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Lets see if this will help spice things up, shall we? If you notice there's a lot to what the monster is doing in Revan's dream i.e. the tail stabbing people in the back.

This could really go somewhere... just having some preoblems at the moment with it so we'll just see where it goes...

Revan turns to face the blast doors leading to the bridge as a soldier hastily enters. She reads his mind before he can speak, quickly holding up her hand with a flick of the Force to stop the man from talking. She immediately turns to Malak –now a cold sliver of the man he had once been –who seems obvious to the news the soldier brought, watching the stars slowly pass by the large bridge windows.

Revan moves to stand beside him. “There is a dark force at work here,” she begins, still believing in her ‘just cause’; that this was all for the Republic.

Malak simply nods. He knew. He also knew that whatever it was, it was after Lori. This could be to his benefit. The dark force might kill the girl; but he doubted that. The situation was turning out to be a nasty affair. The dark force was after Lori… but not to kill her.

Malak turns to Revan, anger in his eyes. “You should have killed that girl when you had the chance Revan,” he fumes. “Whatever is after her is powerful… so powerful,” he adds, seeming to wander off before he quickly comes back to the subject.

“She’ll be the end of us… if she lives,” Malak growls. “I won’t let that happen.”

With that, Malak storms off the bridge, slamming the bridge doors behind him with the Force. Malak enters the nearest elevator, but doesn’t select any levels… just stands there are listens. The dark force had put more effort into masking its presence and Malak could no longer find it. However, he could sense a Jedi. He smiles.

…unknown location…

There were so many dead… so many bodies; so much blood. Zorvon drops his sword to the ground, it’s shiny silver blade crimson stained. They’d done it; killed the entire army that was supposed to guard them. Now they had to find a ship. Get out of here. To somewhere. The Sith had returned and they had to be stopped.

They were dangerously insane. Mad with a new power. The Kovasn would change that, however. Would destroy it, destroy the Sith before this war got out of hand. They might not be Jedi but they shared similar goals.

…Destiny’s Pawn, lower decks; hanger bay…

Mortis turns to face the intruder, hissing violently, the ear-piercing shriek-like cry sending shivers down Yi’shar’s spine. Yi’shar easily sees through the allusion of Mortis’s masquerade, the Sith’s disguise seemingly crumbling to pieces at his feet. Before him stands a monster of a man, dark and immensely scarred ebony skin tightly stretched over massive, bulging muscles that make up an impressive 6 foot frame.

Mortis’ face looks immaculately human despite the ebony skin and soulless white eyes. A handsome man when he’d been mortal no doubt. Yi’shar quickly notices Mortis’ brilliantly white teeth as well as the two lengthy blood stained fangs located where his incisors should have been. Mortis’s straight, silk, jet black hair ends just below his chest, now matted with particles of the dried dark blood that flows from the laceration in his chest.

Yi’shar’s gaze quickly jumps to Lori who Mortis holds close to his body and who seems to stare aimlessly at Yi’shar. He notices her smoky eyes, glazed over with some kind of dark hunger, and the dark blood dripping from her mouth.

Mortis seizes Lori by her neck, hosting her up and pressing her body against his ship. The Jedi was faster than he’d expected and hot on his trail. Mortis’ attempts to mask his presence from the Master had obviously failed. But he’d have to worry about honing his skills later.

His nails begin to bite into Lori’s neck, choking her struggling cries from her throat. The smell of her fear was driving him insane. He’d have to be careful when he bonded them. Careful that he didn’t kill her. His eyes turn pitch black as the pounding of Lori’s frantic heart seems to deafen everything else. His tongue runs wickedly over his sharp teeth.

“Finally…” he begins in a hoarse voice, choked by the hunger that was slowly consuming him. “You have no idea… how long I’ve waited for this…”

Mortis’ jagged fangs suddenly sink deep into Lori’s tender neck, her cries of pain muffled by the hand he quickly places over her mouth. Blood. Life. Incredible power! Yes! For thousands upon thousands of years he’d waited for someone like her: someone that could carry on his line; match him. He had been fearful the day might never come.

But oh, how it was worth a thousand more years! To taste someone as wickedly sweet as her... His body shudders and he forces himself to regain his composure. He pulls away from Lori, healing the seeping pinprick wounds in her neck with a quick wave of his hand. He releases his grip on her, helping her steady herself. Her knees tremble and her body shakes with a strange new dark hunger.

Mortis smiles, blood still dripping from his prominent fangs. He eagerly tears away the thin fabric over his chest, slashing his flesh open in the process. Dark blood flows from cut stretched out over his heart. Mortis grabs Lori by the back of her neck, his fingers knotting in her hair, as he pulls her head towards his chest.

“Drink…” he nearly growls.

Lori fights Mortis' grip, desperate to get away from the horrifying hunger that made her struggle to swallow the salvia rapidly forming in her mouth. This was wrong. She knew it... and yet she couldn't stop. Mortis was evil... the purest of evil. The very thing she fought to destroy. And yet she couldn't resist him...

They hear an eerie chuckle as Rane turns to face them, his eyes burning with the same hate that seemed to now fuel his beating heart. "Foolish Jedi," he begins, his voice echoing as if not only he spoke... but another as well.

"You think this is about you do you?" he asks, stepping forward suddenly, startling Yi'shar enough to force the young Jedi to step back. "You still don't get it? After all this?"

Another haunting chuckle as Rane begins to slowly circle the Jedi. "Before you stands the most powerful Force user of ten generations," he states, holding his arms out so Yi'shar and Vector can take in every inch of him. "And you think this is about you," he scoffs.

Rane pulls Sara to him with the Force, his fingers trailing under her chin before he faces the Jedi again. "You were but a small piece to this puzzle. The hold I needed on this cursed man's heart. Oh dear Force he tried to fight, tried to keep me out... for her," he looks at Sara again. "For her!"

Rane slaps Sara, a powerful blow that sends her to the floor. There is a slight hesitation afterwards, however, as tears begin to run down Sara's face. Rane's eyes change from red to their normal stormy gray then quickly back to red. A sign of his inner struggle.

"I made him what he is!" Rane yells, looking at the Jedi. "Made him the man he is! I made him stronger, faster, better than those damn Jedi ever could and how does he repay me?! He runs away with this... this... b**ch! This SLAVE!" he roars pointing at Sara.

...Kot'e Te't, lower decks; Mandalorian Armada, above the burning Serroco...

Skye makes her way through the lower decks of the Mandalorian capital ship, using the shadows and Jedi tricks to avoid detection. More bodies would not help her accomplish her mission. She needed to reach the bridge without being discovered. Kill Mandalore and end this damn war before it got the chance to really start. It wasn't exactly what a Jedi would do...

Screw the damn Jedi Code... it's never helped anything. My way is better, she assured herself.

A small ping of warning emerged in her thoughts. A Sith thinks like that. She shakes her head, ignoring that fact. A Sith thinks of himself and himself only. She was thinking of the Republic, of the lives she could save if the Mandalorians lost before they ever began.

...Meanwhile...
     ...Elevator...

Mandalore crushes the comlink in his hand, the metal crumbling to pieces in his gauntlet. He throws the tattered remains against the elevator wall with a roar of anger. Things were not going as Cassus had planned... a first. Jedi! Attacking his fleet?! One of them... infiltrating his ship?! How dare they!

The elevator door opens on one of the lower decks of the Kot'e Te't and Mandalore walks into the dimly lit hallway. He smiles beneath his helmet. Well he knew how to deal with Jedi. If they thought they were going to win this battle they were truly the fools she had made them out to be.

Always underestimating their enemies. It was a fatal weakness.

It's dead... but I really liked this one. 

Well I'm back boys. Not sure how often I will be on but I will try to post as much as possible. 

Also Prince, you've got to stop with the random posting or I will take action. You've been asked numerous times to stop. This is your first warning. Two more will result in a week probation. If you choose to continue posting such comments probation shall be increased to a month. A third violation will result in a permanent ban... including all sock puppet accounts that may be produced.