Lord Revan/Chapter 4

Chapter Four

''The. And he was gliding along, that sense of puropose and power and rightness that he always knew on these occasions... not anger... that was for weaker begins than he... but triumph, yes... he had waited for this, he had hoped for it...''

''He saw the Dark Jedi's evil smile falter as he drew closer, saw the fear cloud his tatooed face. Then the man opened his mouth preparing to speak. One simple movement, and the man would never say his sentence. Beneath his black robes, he fingered the hilt of his lightsaber... but unnecesary, quite unnecessary.''

''And along a new and darker catwalk he moved, and now his destination was in sight at last, his protection was broken, though he did not know it yet... and he made less noise than dead leaves slithering along the streets of Alderaan as he drew level with the first door, and opened it...''

''The second door was already open. He saw him quite clearly, staring out of the large window, the tall armoured man with his arms folded, making small fighters crash into each other for his amusement.''

''His black gloved hand pulled out the lightsaber from beneath his cloak. He ignited it and the tall armoured man turned around, surprise in his eyes.''

Suddenly, a Dark Jedi leapt between him and his prey, but with no lightsaber in his hand.

"Master, go run! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"

''Hold him off? Without a lightsaber in his hand? He laughed before shooting the lightning... The blue light filled the cramped corridor, it lit the broken droids piled against the walls, and the Dark Jedi fell like a mrionette whose strings were cut...''

''He could hear him running up the corridor, trapped. But as long as he was sensible, he had nothing to fear.''