It had not taken him long to find a room to practice in. There were many large empty rooms on board the generic warship Dator had given him, along with an excess of protocol droids to work on. He looked down at the recently dismembered droid parts lying around, an orange glow where they had been cut with his lightsaber...praticing on them simply would not do. It was bad enough that they moved so slow, but Dator probably wouldn't appreciate it if he found out that he was destroying so many droids just for practice.
Oh well, he thought, for now this will have to do...

An assimilated Chiss entered the room. Taehun recognized him as one of the navigators assigned to the bridge. "Sir, we are nearing the N'hreal system. Should we drop out of hyperspace?"

Taehun exhaled audibly. The time had finally come.

"Do it. Alert the other ships as well, and tell them to ready the personnel carriers for the battle droids."
It won't take long, Taehun thought. They are practically unarmed, save for their shovels and pitchforks Taehun chuckled to himself evilly. If only some of them knew what powers they had...Well, he thought, they shall find out soon enough.

DATOR sat on his thrown, in the highest complex on the planet, his palace... the planet was covered with machinery, not an ounce of dirt could be found...

A highly decorated protocol droid entered the great hall...

"Sir" said the droid...

DATOR did not bother to even glance in the droids direction, "What is it?" DATOR rasped...

"We have surpassed 150 ships, and have enough droids to encompass the entire surface of N'hreal..."

"Good, leave me, notify me as soon as Taehun has secured the planet..."

The protocol droid exited the hall, as DATOR went back to work on his plans for his future advancements...

It took a brief moment for everything on Mech'a to turn to dust, but that was just enough time for his escape pod to shot him out of his palace... there wasn't much distance between his thrown and the atmosphere... if there had been one when he reached where it once was..

The Excelsior was awaiting the tale spinning escape pod...

DATOR stormed to the bridge...

"Damage report..."

A droid at the weapons station replied there was none, that the attack was on the planet alone...

"Seems they picked the most inopportune time to strike, we have enough ships to protect N'hreal, and the planet had only half of our droid army..."

DATOR continued,"We were lucky this time... cloak the fleet, and plot a course for N'hreal..."

DATOR set up a meeting with his 7 chiefs of staff in Excelsior's briefing room...

"I want to know how this was done... and I want steps and strategies not only to stop it, but to use it against this new enemy... leave me..."

The tribal council leader was being levitated up in the air, gasping for breath. A few feet in front of him Taehun stood, his face emotionless, his right arm extended out with his hand in a fist.

"You can't hide anything from me..."

"I'm only going to ask one more time. Council member Nab, where are the weapons storages?"

Nab looked around desperately, but saw no help. His personal bodyguards were all lying down on the sand, brutally decapitated by Taehun's lightsaber only moments before. He had no choice...Nab raised one finger and pointed over at a small hut nearby.

The ends of Taehun's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Excellent. Thank you for your cooperation, Councilman Nab." Taehun twitched his fist, and lowered it slowly to his side.

Nab's body now lay limp on the sandy floor, his neck broken.

Taehun called over a battle droid squad leader. "Check that hut over there for weapons. When you find them, dispose of them." The droid replied with a 'roger' and immediately set off to work.

Taehun turned around to see blank expressions the faces of the counquered people. Yes...he could feel the fear that was emanating from the members of this last tribe. Only moments before he had gathered them together so they could witness the execution of their councilman...surely all thougts of resistance now had disappeared.

Taehun ordered a nearby R2 unit to hail DATOR. The R2 unit tried to send out a transmission to the throne room, but was unsuccessful. "Strange..." Taehun thought. "Try the Excelsior."

The R2 unit beeped away, and surely enough, an image of DATOR was projected on the floor. Taehun began, "DATOR, the planet has been secured. I shall begin to search for someone capable of becomig a force user." DATOR interrupted Taehun, "No...never mind that for now. Order your ship to land all worker droids on the planet, and begin to set up planetary defenses. I shall arrive at N'hreal soon enough."

The look on Taehun's face was now one of surprise. His right eye twitched involuntarily. Why was he coming? Taehun wondered.

Lumbia stood motionless within a void of pure light, resembling the same happiness and joy within the atomsphere that he had grasped as a kid upon Urika. The tall statured man walked slowly, his black spiked hair hanging nicely over his eyes that mirrored the same color as his hair. The ebony shaded eyes peeped within the slits of hair, staring at his surrondings, attempting to grasp them as hiw own. Homing them in his humanoid brain, storaging for memory-yet their was nothing to hold. Only atomsphere, and a endless flat surface land, filled with the aroma of grass.

"Where am I?" He questioned himself, staring down at his open palm, where mysteriously a saber appeared within his grasp. Holding it tightly, he was intune with the senses of awareness, feeling the breath of someone nearing.

Lumbia twirled gracefully, swinging the heated blade with a hissing sound breaking thr atomsphere-setting silence. The ebony haired Renegade stared emotionless toward a mirror. A being matching the saem facail, and body features as him. These traits where the only connecting that they had, as Lumbia on one side was filled with pure hatred, as the other one's heart was filled with the spirtual enlightement that was only grasped by a Pure Jedi of the "Light Side."

The being of the light side stared, his emotions churning like butter within a basket-his lips whirling in a confident, yet enjoying grin. The Light Countering Jedi glared back, exposing his evil confidence outward toward his direct opposite, with the movement of his lips to format a smirk through his emotionless mask. The two Jedi's of different sides clashed their sabers to each other, drawing their face together-both with the same expression that mirrored their inner spirtuality. Smile for one side, as a smirk of self-cofident for another, as they began a horrindious continuation of clashing blades. Hisses, and screeches-resembling the sounds of dogs and war bellowed out in the hallow area.

The sounds came to a sudden unamanagable high, as the two blades collided, clashing with the sounds of hissing snakes-matching the volume of bears within the forest. The terrain was emotionless, yet excereted on its inhabits wild nature, fighting for nothing but life control. These two were sembles of inner spirtuality of the reality Lumbia. These two sides fought endless, until one would conquer the other, worst then even a Galatical War.

The blades clashed once more, the hiss was lower, but the hatred conquered the previous saber impact. The force was undescribable, throwing the two Jedi's to the ground, as a bumping sound recklessly bounced down the endless halls of fighting.

The light side jumped up, throwing himself forward recklessly, and taking a dive. Hitting against his adversary, he banged him against the surface, and took an abrupt leap upward, reaching to the endless heavens. He came down quickly, head first with his saber pointing toward his antagonist, competeting for the final blow. The Dark side took an abrupt leap backward, skidding his feet against the white surface, moving his hand about the hilt of his heated blade. With the hiss of a swing, he swung himself in a circular motion, throwing the blade across the chest of his competitor. In a spectacular showcase of instinct, the light sided being went into a motion of a blacflip, and quick dive throwing his saber forward into the opening between his arms. Plunging the blade through his chest, he digged it as deep as possible with one last shove, and slit it through. Moving back, he stared at the creature before him, as an abrupt explosion threw the flesh outward along the terrain. In a kneel of compasion, he showed his last respect to his enemy, nad fell into a faint.

"AHH!!!" Lumbia awoke from his meditation, staring forward inside the chambers of his ship, where he resided numerous of times for different occasions. Manuerving himself into a standing position, he stared forward through the open door of his chambers.

A figure slowly came toward him, it was himself-but fuzzed like a hologram, but pure with the color of white. It dashed ito the interior of Lumbia, and he fell upon his bed, unconscious from the abrupt spirtual inhibitation.

~~~~~~Minutes Later~~~~~~

Lumbia stood slowly, grasping hsi head, feeling the ack of his new brain coordination. He felt as if something had phased, distanting itself from his innternal self-but their were more troubles that had come to be. It was something that he had clutched upon within his ritual meditation, reaching throughout the galaxy, grasping enternal news that within his galatic flight grasp. It was a being known only as DATOR who had teamed up with another, who he knew to be on N'hreal.

"It is time.."

The freighter soared through hyperspace, carrying its escaped cargo from Corellia...

Inside, the rebels were silent, mourning over their lost comrades. Major Carlos Davidov approached their pilot in the cockpit.

"How are you doing, Corporal?" The major asked. The pilot nodded, a little nervous. "J-Just fine, sir. Lucky for us, this thing could practically fly itself!"

Davidov sat next to him. "I want you to set coordinates to the planet N'hreal."

The pilot looked at him, puzzled. "N'hreal? Never heard of it before."

Davidov sighed and leaned back in the chair. "A few X-wing squadrons were patrolling parts of the Outer Rim. One of these patrols found an almost deserted planet, called N'hreal."

"And that's where we're going to hide out?"

Lumbia drapped over his gown, with one side rolling over his shoulder sand down his chest, walking slowly along the desert surface. Footprints were manifested under his boots, as he headed slowly down the trail toward a small home that subsided in the outskirts of the council village. Planting his feet down the Tattonie structured shelters, knocking constantly on the door, until the door busted open, and a woman stood there, attired in tough clothes, with the essentail pants and tank top shirt, along with a black neatly coloration clashing belt.

"Excuse me for the interuption, but could you tell me where exactly does the Council reside?" Lumbia intruded on her blank, stern face-that stared coldly toward him. As the words reside plunged out his mouth so cleanly, the door widedened and abruptly sht forward, slamming right infront o fhis face.

Lumbia's anger began to boil, but he calmed himself before hand-so that turmoil wouldn't begin. Placing his hand on the door, he gradually sent neurons thorugh his body, and excereted the ability of push on the door, pressing it backward. Walking slowly within the the sheltering, he stared about, making sure that his head wouldn't hit the ceiling because of his obvious height over her. The black haired man adjusted his eyes downward at the woman who stared confusedly toward him, wondering of his ability to get through her lockage.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" The female human questioned, as she slowly ventured to a seating area, sitting down as she glared, gradually intensifying.

"It is something known as Force Sensitivity, I would rather not talk of it now, as their is more dire situations on your planet then me. Such as a man who has attacked hte Council, so tell me where the Council Residents are, and I will leave you alone." Lumbia's voice was clean throughout the setences he plummeted upon her, attaining a sense of curtiousy toward her for the simple fact that she hadn't taken kindly to him, and had the tense temper that excereted toward him only.

"They are south, now leave me alone!" She exclaimed, and disrespectfully huffed at him, discouraged by the fact of his Force Sensitivity, and his curtious reaction, feeling as though she is a inferior. Standing up, she quickly excorted him to the door, pulling him along and throwing him out into the sandy terrain once more, to follow the trail that he had been told to follow.

"Hey, Ya'll Stop!!"

"I want these ships placed in these strategic positions until we have more firepower, or come up with a better defensive alignment..." said DATOR, as he handed a data pad to his chief of defense...

The ships went off, in groups of 20, to the 6 designated defensive positions... the remaining 20 set a course to land on N'hreal, and unload the 200 million droids within... to start the reconstruction of the planet...

DATOR entered the bridge of the Excelsior...

"You all will die for the deeds you will begin."

"Sir, DATOR requests your presence." A protocol droid was hurriedly making it's way over from the camp. Taehun didn't even look its way, but responded, "Tell him I'm a little busy right now. In fact, send over an R5 unit with a video transmitter. I think he may be interested in seeing this..."

Taehun never stopped smiling, and now his blade ignited with a loud hiss. Slowly, he paced around Lumbia with both hands ready on his saber. Yes, Taehun thought, the force is strong in this one indeed.

An R5 unit was already standing some distance away, and began transmitting the entire scene.

Taehun stopped pacing, and finally turned to face Lumbia, who had not moved an inch since he made himself known.

"I am here to redeem myself. See, The Fate of the universe lies in my hands! I will take up the challenge!" He bellowed out, and abruptly wushed forward, the air throwing his black hair back, that hung so flauntly over his face.

Leaping highly into the ky, he came downward upon his enemy, his arms outward as he stared at him with his lips curled back in a smirk of self-confidence in his ability of the Force.

((OOC: Check this link out: Duel of Fates and listen to it while reading through the battle to commence))

Taehun raised his hand up, palm outward, and surely enough, Lumbia landed on his back 10 feet from him.

"Fool! You seek redemption? You are lying to yourself..." Taehun awaited any response on Lumbia's face. "You lie to yourself...think, boy!" Taehun began to walk slowly towards Lumbia, his saber still ignited. "You seek VENGEANCE!. The hate still is within you, and you cannot do anything without using it...so use it!"

Taehun looked on Lumbia's face. His eyes were looking at the ground, and Taehun could still see no expression on his face.

DATOR thought for a moment... He could use this new one... obviously a force user, a little guidance, and he could be persuaded to join the uprising...

"You are the one fooled"-Lumbia began, placing his hilt at his side, back at its orgination-"You will die for action that of evil. I have no hate, but I pity you, for the actions of darkness will get you nowhere. I only fight to protect, while you fight for pure death. It is a trail of blood behind you, and it is not from your enemies. But from you..you are slowly dying because of your actions. Eating away at the small heart inside of you. Soon it'll be gone, and that day will be now!" He screeched with the last words, watching Taehun come to a stand. He glared back at him, filled with the anger that lead him into the cluthces of darkness.

Lumbia strung out his arm, and slowly a blade appeared, hissing out. The vanilla coloration blinded with the red devilish hue of his adversary.

Suddenly, Lubia let out a primitive roar and viciously attacked Taehun, and Taehun could do nothing but smile. Their hands were in a flurry, and all the casual watcher could see was several red and vanilla colored blurs moving rapidly. The blurs suddenly stopped, and the sabers were locked, each pressing against the other.

Fortunately for Taehun, his own rage was not just wasting his energy like the other fellow. He had been trained to use it, and knew how to focus it. A single vein could be seen throbbing in Taehun's forehead as he focused all of his inner anger down, and slowly, the locked blades began to move. Lower and lower they went, and Taehun saw his oppurtunity.

Quickly Taehun pulled back his blade and shuffled aside at the same time. Before Lumbia could react, Taehun raised the hilt of his saber in a brutal attack on Lumbia's chin that sent him flying.

Lumbia quickly recovered, and was kneeling on the sandy floor. He could taste blood coming from his mouth...

He placed his lightsaber out, and dropped it toward the surface. His eyes abruptly opened, and they were flurished with the essence of something pure. His eyes sparkled a vanilla atomsphere, but his ebony iris shined deeply. Rushing forward, his hand stretched behind his body, grasping upon the lightsaber, and he fell forward in a sudden burst of energy. It was something Taehun hadn't seen before, it was as if the being was nothing at all. He held no touch of Force of Darkness, or Brightness. It was all one blur, that was all his own. The humanoid figure, throwing visions of himself behind him, blurred in vision because of the extreme quickness, with a boost of his Force, and sliced in a quick qurving motion, cutting a piece of his shoulder skin off, and he took a leap upward coming downward before the R5 unit. He stared at it, his lips curving back as he could feel the body of Taehun feel slight pain, and from the intense pressure of speed, and win-it all formulated into a gust, throwing him down with that plunge of power. Digging his lightsabers edge forward, it tore through the R5 unit, destroying of it, and the chances of DATOR visualizing the fight. Slowly he turned his head to the fallen Taehun. Moving his hand forward he took with the Force in his palm the man's lightsaber and crushed it with his hands with a sense of the Force igniting from his veins into his muscules, and strenght of his bones.

"Their is no need to fightI have accomplished what I wanted-" He took a sight, staring down at the crystla within his hand that was the essence of the creation of a lightsaber. Throwing it delicatelly down in the man's lap, he pushed the being and the crystal backward with the Force Push throwing them along the feilds behind a slooped hill, and he slowly adventured toward his ship, for he would use it last time before he was finished with its darkness.

DATOR pressed a panel..."So be it... take him to his knees..."

A dozen droids closed in on Lumbia as he traced his path back to his ship... They came from all directions... Lumbia might have had a chance had they not used an electric pulse that sent him to his knees...

The droids quickly converged on the man, not letting up on the pulse... he could not move... the droids placed magnetic cuffs on his hand and ankles... He was placed in a magnetic chamber, not even Obi-Wan Kenobi himself could escape, and taken where he had left the fallen Taehun...

The droids had done an excellent job of capturing Lumbia... only one reason it went off with a hitch... It was DATOR's failsafe... just incase Taehun got any smart ideas...

"STOP!" Carlos shouted and slammed his hand on the pilot's. "I don't think those are Imperial ships."

"But they're not Republic either!" another rebel behind the Major called.

"Sir," the pilot began, pulling his hand away, "They would have detected us by now. I STRONGLY recommend we jump to another system!"

Carlos stared at the ships between them and their sanctuary.

Perhaps...if we can at least make contact with them...

"We'll stay here." he said. "Until what?" a rebel asked.

Taehun walked up to the droids surrounding Lumbia. Lumbia's head was hung down, and his eyes were closed. Taehun made a gesture with two of his fingers, and immediately Lumbia's head snapped up. "You...will learn the meaning of respect!" Taehun made a movement with his wrist, and Lumbia was thrown into a nearby hut.

"Taehun! You have no time for that now." Taehun turned to look at a projection of DATOR on the sandy floor. A nasty sneer appeared on Taehun's lips, but DATOR seemed to take no notice. "I need to speak with you privately at once. I will be landing on the planet's surface shortly."

Taehun's sneer never left his face. Without turning around, he said in a low voice, meant only for Lumbia to hear, "We will finish this later..." As he walked to the landing pad where DATOR would arrive he began to think...He had joined DATOR with the understanding that he wouldn't interfere in his own affairs...but it seemed that he was going to do just that. This could present a problem...

The cold voice of a droid was cut off by the piercing noise of a tractor beam...
Meanwhile, in orbit of N'hreal...

DATOR exited the Excelsior via his personal yacht...

DATOR took his yacht threw the clouds, and towards the landing pad where he saw the awaiting Taehun...

Taehun entered DATOR's yacht...

"I do not wish to crowd you on your planet... but there has been a change in plans... This shall be our home base, you may take your pick of the other planets of the galaxy... Our home world was all but destroyed by an unknown foe... You may continue your mission, the sooner the better... By the way, have the force user report to me..."

Lumbia's gazed at the surface before him, as he headed with excorting battle droids, pushing and shoving him along. He watched his feetsteeps trail thorugh the surface, insuring footprints for any time he would need it to move outward from the gates.

"And so, we finally meet the Dangerous one, and what would your name be?" DATOR abruptly questioned as the group of battle droids, as well as its exorted prisoner.

DATOR made a swift move of his hand... and the cuffs fell to the floor of DATOR's yacht...

"Take a seat..." DATOR motioned for Lumbia to sit in a chair opposite him, as he situated himself in the chair behind his desk...

DATOR continued,"You have a choice to make... you can join us, and be rewarded beyond your dreams... or you may leave this planet, and never return..."

"What do we do?!" one of them cried. Major Davidov smacked the shoulder of the pilot, who was starting to panic and randomly pressing numbers for coordinates in hyperspace.

"Can we break free from the tractor beam?" The major asked. The pilot didn't say anything. "SOLDIER!"

The rebel almost jumped from his seat. "S-sorry sir. But...its...impossible. The beam is too strong and this ship is not equipped with any kind of resistance field."

"Well," Carlos turned to the rest of the 'crew'. "Private Mysha?"

"Sir!" The soldier ran to the front of the major and saluted.

"You applied for a technician job in the Republic Fleet Engineering Corps, right?" Carlos asked. "Yes, sir! But they said I was too great a shot in the military to be wasted on fixing ships."

The officer nodded. "Alright. Try and find a way to reconfigure our shield generator to disperse the beam." At that, Carlos saluted and Mysha charged down the hallway.

"You two..." He pointed at two more soldiers. "Go help him. And for the rest of you..."

By no means of the freighter...

"You are to land at these coordinates..."

The freighter was given the coordinates to the landing pad where DATOR took his yacht down, mere moments earlier...

"Cut off, I know. We all know." Carlos said, interrupting the pilot. The crew stared at the armada, wondering what to do next.

"Should we land at the coordinates?" the pilot asked. Carlos shook his head. "No. I'm not going to risk another..."

The major's speech slowly died out. He looked back again at N'hreal. And stared at it, unblinking, for a long time.

Private Mysha, his duties at the shield generator are no more, approached Davidov. "Sir? Are you alright?"

He gave a slight nod. "I'm fine. Change of plans, Corporal. Land at those coordinates."

The pilot opened his mouth to protest, but...

"DO IT! That's an order!" The rebel officer shouted. "I'll head down to the cargo bay and see what we can recover."

And so he left the cockpit as his squad watched him go, making the cockpit silent save for the controls at work in the cockpit.

"I've never seen him like that before." a soldier said.

"This is my answer-"He hesitated, gulping down on his last words, with his dry vocals excereting the clear, procise words-"No!"

Stepping slowly away, he moved his hands forward and his lightsaber left in the snad when abruptly attacked by the droids is absorbed with the winds push into his hand. Holding tightly, he looked down at the sand, curving his lips back into a sly smirk, staring up toward the heavens seeing a small sparkling image floating above, as it was still mourning time on the planet.

Because of his foresight, Taehun had brought his furnace...this furnace had but one use - synthesizing the crystals needed for creating a lightsaber. Of course, not just anyone could do it, but a dark jedi could use his powers of the dark side to mold and shape new crystals fairly quickly. Taehun picked up the new crystal and inspected it...as usual, it was absolutely flawless. Already he had the chrome rod ready along with a power cell he had "borrowed" from a blaster. Taehun twisted the rod with the crystal in place, and it locked with a quiet 'snap'.

Taehun pushed the crimson button on its side, and the blade extended out with a hiss. Taehun laughed wickedly and he executed a few moves with it, spinning it through the air. Hmmm... Taehun thought, It handles surprisingly well for such a quick job... Taehun lowered his blade in front of him, and pictured himself standing in front of Lumbia once again. He was now begging for his life, on the ground kneeling, pleading with Taehun. He smiled wickedly and raised his blade...

Taehun stopped in midair and extinguished his blade. He could feel it...a disturbance in the force...he could feel the...Taehun was sickened. He could feel hope, pure, and untainted. His breath was coming in quick, short breaths now. Taehun looked to the east, toward the landing pad where DATOR's yacht had arrived. It was only 5 miles off.

"They will soon be landing. Then maybe, I'll finally get a talk with these guys. As long as the Droids dont interfer. Its about 5 miles from this angle, so that means I have little time. I better get going, they are coming in for a slow landing..." Lumbia's lips curved back once more from a stern one that had formated as he spoke. Finally some hope in this situation that he had foolishly got himself into, but hopefully a great amount of good could come out of it if it was whom he hoped it was.

Rushing along the surface, he bumped one of the Battle Droids of the Trade Federation, far in the past-which were known for their accuracy, and speed on a small speeder. Squirving and curving around the small hills, he headed toward his ship for the two crystals that he always used. In the battle, his crystal had rusted and a new one would clearly be of usage, specially with the oncoming situation. The speeder was purified with the speed of a thousand animals on Yavin, and Naboo included. Gusting through the surface, throwing the winds back and as he came to a landing before his former ship, he speed in.

Taehun put the binoculars back and now grabbed his comlink.
Aboard Taehun's ship, orbiting somewhere above N'hreal...

A raspy voice came over the intercom of the bridge.

"Taehun to OOM-75. Come in OOM-75"

A battle droid that was left in command quickly moved towards communications. He depressed a button on the console, and responded in a metallic voice, "This is OOM-75. What are your orders sir?"

"Are the satellites in place?"

"Yes, sir. We just placed 10 satellites in orbit not ten minutes ago."

"Excellent. I want a visual scan and a thermal scan of the coordinates I'm transmitting...now."

The clear screen next to the communications console jumped alive. On it was displayed a picture of the planet, and a set of coordinates was highlited. OOM-75 raised his robotic hand and touched the coordinate. The screen zoomed in, and he touched it once more, enlarging the screen once again. He pressed a few buttons on the side of the screen, and it soon changed to the distinctive colors of heat patterns.

Taehun's voice came over the intercom once again. "Search for a heat pattern moving quickly somewhere around this area."

OOM-75 quickly searched the screen, and saw one heat pattern that was staitonary...right on the center of the screen. That was Taehun. He continued searching, and found another heat signature, moving very fast, around one mile directly north of Taehun.

"Sir, there is a quick moving heat signature one mile north of you."

Taehun raised the binoculars to his eyes again, and turned north. He zoomed in, and sure enough, there was a bike speeding away from him with a rider on board.

"Excellent work OOM-75. Taehun out."

Lumbia sliced through the dust with the start of the engine, and began the adventure forward once more, progressing back toward the the landing stationing, where he could find some hope. Yet still darkness gloomed over the day, as Taehun pulled the speederbike that Lumbia had used previously back, and slowly set upon it, beginning the engine in the same fashion as Lumbia, heading after him with full rage.

"Good. Until we find out what the hell is going on, I need you to keep the engines burning. I don't want any surprises..." Carlos replied. The rest of his troop started loading their weapons.

50 battle droids, and 15 decals took there defensive stances...

"come out with your hands up..." came the raspy voice of the commanding battle droid...

Almost immediately the computer on board his own speederbike beeped, confirming a target lock. Before Lumbia would ever have the chance of getting away, Taehun placed both his thumbs above a tiny red button on each of the handles of the bike, and pressed down.

Red bolt after red bolt was fired into the speeder ahead of him, which exploded loudly, setting off a large fireworks display that could be seen for miles. Taehun slowed his bike down as he approached the wreck and circled the burning bike a few times. He got off the hovering bike and pulled out his communicator.

"OOM-75, this is Taehun. Come in."

"This is OOM-75. Proceed with your command, sir."

"Do another thermal scan of these coordinates I am sending to you. Check for any wandering lifeforms."

The communicator went silent for a few moments while the droid searched the screen.

"Sir, there are no visible lifeforms on the transmitted coordinates."

"Excellent. Taehun out."

Taehun got back on his speederbike and circled the wreck once more, glancing at the dancing flames. Slowly, a smile crept up on his lips, and he rode back to the basecamp.

I took a small sigh, bruises were about my skin, and my shirting had nearly been torn off my back from the sheer explosion itself. If I hadn't been skilled with the ability of instant healing, I wouldn't had been breathing at that moment. Without another thought, I took a small stop toward the heating waves dancing about me, and fell to a kneel in the pit, created by the explosion. Through these sand crunching waves, I could with hold a vague image of a man-drenched in the delicate clothing of darkness. I noticed the tattoes on his face, but the fuzzy sense of vision could have easily been playing tricks on me. Then I noticed he had the smirk-the same smirk he had before in other situations with me. He was hoping my death, but I wouldn't allow such a thing to happen. Yet he didn't know I was still alive-a perfect opprutinity to utilize what was around me as a physical attack unit.

The touch of darkness, I utilized as my tool to hide my bag moving over head Taehun, the being who was filled with a dangerous hatred toward all who opposed him, and his Force. Finally, the usage of the lightsaber within the bag. I swiftly screeched out for the Force for its help, enabling it to mold the lighsaber within the bag. At that very moment, I also was utilizing the Force for another defensive and offensive task, by enabling my body to act like water. Protecting myself from the heat with a cool breeze to shift im, pushing the fire toward Taehun, gradually and unnoticely.

Finally, the plan was set, along with the lightsabers construction. The blade abruptly ignited, shifting with my ability of the pulling part of the Force into my palm, as the fire shifted forward toward Taehun. I rushed forward in a quick motion, slicing at a piece of his leg, and motioning upward in a leap. I fell onto the surface, exhausted, as I stared at the blood trickling from the small leg cut, which was measured perfectly at a small nerve within his leg.

"Yes!" I stated exhaustingly, barley able to reach a complete stand, to continue my foot travel to his bike, so I could transport my way to the yatch....

My feet drapped through the sand, throwing my limp, bruised-battered body onto the the seating of the bike. Falling harshly upon it, I reached slowly, my self-bleeded fist upon a button. Targeting the bikerspeeder toward the yatch upon the map, I felt the breeze go through my head as the bike motioned toward the basing. I fell sound asleep, only to be awoken later as I made it to the yatch, awoken by a small beeping sound.

I had slightly been refreshed by the sleep, by my muscules hadn't reloaded completely, so I feel softly upon the sand, hiding behind a small rock, falling in a near unconscious frame, enabling me to rest in the surface, as I heard the sounds traveling and orginated from their vibration stage.

The Major was led to DATOR's yacht, the hatch opened, awaiting the Major's entrance...

He came to a room occupied by one being...

But, this was clearly not an agent of the Empire.

"I am Carlos Davidov, 1st Major, Corellia Special Forces Coronet Battalion. I'm a soldier of the New Republic, a galactic democratic government. Our influence has spread to many planetary systems as we try to bring peace to the stars. However, we are fighting a war with the Galactic Empire, who see it best to rule the galaxy with an iron fist..."

"We were winning the war, until a recent offensive from the Imperial Fleet crushed our defending military forces and captured many of our planets. I'm a rebel fighter from one of these planets, Corellia, along with many other soldiers of the Resistance..."

The major looked down, his eyes filled with a sense of hopelessness. "The resistance was shattered by the Empire again. I had no choice but to escape my world with my squad in that captured freighter."

"Where are you guys....are you Rebels?" I silently stated, hoping none would be able to hear the sound of my voice from the opening ramp...

"Does this 'Galactic Empire' have a weapon capable of destroying the surface of a planet?"

Meanwhile, back on the freighter

"Holy sithspit! There's a guy with a lightsaber out there making a mess with them droids!" A rebel shouted, looking at one of the viewports. "I think he's heading this way, too!"

The soldiers headed for the landing ramp, and took cover behind bulkheads and crates, their weapons pointing at whatever was going to walk up the ramp. "I hope the Major's alright." another said.

"What about the Jedi?"

DATOR took a seat behind his desk...

DATOR was interrupted by his comm,"Sir, there is trouble at the freighter... the force user seems to have come back..."

DATOR answered his comm,"Excuse me for a moment, Major... Kill him if you must... if he enters the freighter, leave him be... and do not bother me with every detail, inform me when he is captured..."

"Yes sir"

DATOR turned back to Major Davidov...

"Do you have any allies in this war, Major..."

"Wait...that freighter your talking about...is it my freighter?"

If it is, then the crew will follow my last order if anything suspicious occurs... he thought. They'll have to take off leave me behind...

DATOR continued,"Do not worry, no harm shall come to your freighter, or its inhabitants... You say you are losing the battle for the galaxy? I propose a treaty, and perhaps become allies even, do you have the power to make this work... Major..."

"Where is the Major, or General of you guys?" I questioned, clinching tightly to my lightsaber awaiting any attack from a droid that could come in, or one of the men surronding me.

An alliance even. Absolutely amazing... Carlos had not expected to be a first front diplomat when he signed up in the army.

"Well...ah...the Republic is on the brink of destruction, here. The Council will be more open-minded to having new allies, even if I'm only a grunt."

The rebel nodded. "I can make it work, especially since I'm one of the survivors from Corellia. I just need to find the location of our main headquarters, and...well..." he shrugged. "We'll see what goes from there."

Back at the freighter

The Corporal lowered his weapon. The rest of the squad did so as well.

"Those droids asked for our surrender. The major volunteered himself out first, and we have no idea where they took him. But his last orders were that if anything happens to him or the freighter, we are to make a blockade run off planet and head for Tatooine."

DATOR waited for the man's response...

Meanwhile...

The rest of the crew followed the Jedi, firing at the droids as they ran to keep up with him.

"Corporal? What if the Major is dead?" a rebel shouted as she fired her blaster.

The Jedi moved forward, trumpetting his feet agains hte surface as he sliced through all the droids. They hit the surface quickly, banging against the ground, as he kept his eye about the vacinity still wandering for the capturing of the Major, even though he didn't know exactly what he looked like.

"Guys, keep a look out for your Major, we will need to get to him before he finalizes this deal...."

The hatch opened...

DATOR could see the ever present force user, and a band of soldiers, tearing way towards them...

"I have had quite enough of this one..." With that DATOR walked calmly toward this force user... A couple of red beams shooting past his ears... The Jedi came fast and fierce, but not quick enough... DATOR had one hand on the arm which held his saber, and another hand holding Lumbia up by his throat...

He fell to the surface, holding his lightsaber in one hand as it sunk deeply into the surface. The man's eyes slowly strained their way upward toward the Major who stood beside the situation.

"Lets get moving to your team, they need our help...!" The man bellowed out loudly, as he came to a firm straightened stand upon the sandy foundation. Rushing ahead of Major, he went into the crowd of fighters once more that walked from the ramp of the freighter. HE continued bouting with the droids, helping serverly with his lightsaber utilization.

Abruptly he fell to the ground as he began to push a droid backward. He fell to his knees by the intese bout within his soul. The slashing and horrid sounds of blood falling from one another. It was intense indeed, and he nor anyone else could actually help him in this situation. The Good vs the Evil, troubling him worse then anyone in this universal altercation. Their could be no Good without Evil, but could you be good without Evil inside you. This was a Journey inside his midn, body and soul that seemed to never end, even though it seemed as the problem had only come up a few years back. An eterinity of flesh slicing, and blood dripping inside his heart and mind was something that he could take. He needed to retreat for he physically was injured by a blast. Stressing his body to a stand, he lingered back, falling into the freighter ship, laying motionless in hide behind a few boxes...

A red laser beam shot past his head, and he was back in reality. He ran towards the freighter, seeing his crew still there laying down covering fire for him and the Jedi.

The windows of his soul fell into a close, as inside the realm of his soul turmoil continued. The two beings ran at each other rapidly once more, slashing at each other's flesh. A mirroring image, down to the brusies and bumps. The two were noticabally equal, and it dawned over both of them after every blow they took, and every breather they had. The sense of having the unability to defeat one another had clearly screeched through their brain cracks, as they sunk into their fighting positions once more for another strike. Mirroring each other movements, they rapidaly moved toward each other, raising their blades over their head.The hissing noise bellowed out the hallow world known as Lumbia's Soul. Banging the blades, the sound of a rattling snake quickly ran about the area. Dumping like a basketball, it went into the never ending halls, echoing into a silence. A silence it was indeed, but still the intesificatoin was roaring expiration. Their faces both weilding the bruises and bloody cuts, along with the snarl upon each others face. Staring into each other's eyes, seeing the two differences. The Windows of the Evil Knight's injustice-the eyes were tense, and glowing a red. Meanwhile the "Moral Excellence of the counter part's eyes were clearly glowing a light bright enough to even act as a flash light to the deepest part of space.

One last roar came as they both threw their blades upward and clashed them down. A birght flash screeched out from the two blades. The one of white, and another of dark black. Becoming a mixed color line, it beelined throughout the halls. The Righteous Brave Knight moved to the side in a dashing operation of his body, and tossed himself forward. The blade came downward into the being's chest, yet a face of sheer shock burned across his face, hotter then the fire of hell. The two mirroring counter parts strained their heads gradually downward, pointing their eye sockets toward the opening in their chest where the blades laid. Falling to their backs, they laid motionless on the ground as a small trickle of blood came from their mouth.

From the openings of their chest, their white and black souls slowly excereted through their flesh. Both flurishing from a shining light into a small orb floating like a ghost over the lifeless beings staggeringly headed toward each other. Bashing each other together, a mixture of their sense of emotion and life came as one.

A crystal like glow poured from the small balls that flourished on the curving split. It was the form of a different Galaxy Japanese Ying Yang, repersenting the balance of life. Yt now it had succeded into a element of enternal life. A sense of emotional, and mind construction. A balance of a human, a balance of view...

"Huh?" Lumbia's eyes iris orbs glowed a ebony glister as his lids slowly opened to reveal eye balls. His vision was bubble as unwanted tears had formulated themselves within his unconsciousness that seemed to only last for a matter of minutes. Through these moments of sleeping relaxation, enternally a reformation came to be. Lumbia's eyes rose higher, staring at the black figure before him who's eyes purched down at him.

DATOR's met with his chiefs of staff, and was given a briefing on the way to counteract the planetary-destructive powers of their enemy...

Plans were put in place to construct a huge shield around N'hreal, to stop such an assault... The shield will not only keep the planet safe, any beams like the one that destroyed Mech'a would be bounced back at the attacker, 10 fold...

Speeding forward he screamed loudly at the pitch of his voice, screeching along the land. The echo continued on, as his eyes squeezed downward, closing in. Rolling into a stop before his adversary, he placed the green blade before his face, as the heat made a hissing sound like a snake.

Taehun was an imposing figure, tall, intimidating, and shrouded by darkness. He almost looked the role of the ancient Sith...the rogue jedi, and he knew it. He was quite pleased...

Lumbia felt this word beat in his mind like the feet of a stampede. Yet he enjoyed the word, as it had explained itself to him. Explained what a Jedi was, and what he hadn't achieved to hold the role of a Jedi Knight. In the previous scream he released all the anger he had ever had, and hopefully would ever have, for a Jedi wasn't based off of anger, but moral specialization and professionalism. Lumbia wanted to achieve that, adn the only way to was to act in this way.

"I have no reason to attack you as of yet..." He responded to the statement, throwing himself in a stance as he tightened his grdip along his hilt at his side, pionting the blade at the heaven as his legs went into a near kneel. Their was no predection to the oncoming fight, but of course that was the point.

Lumbia's confidence rose suddenly to his face, breaking through the stern mask. His lips curled back into a smirk, and nodded to agreement of something that had probbed into his mind.

"Alright then, let's see what you're capable of."

Taehun ignited his saber with a loud hiss, and placed himself in a defensive position. Lumbia seemed to mimick his movements, igniting his lightsaber as well. Slowly, Taehun circled Lumbia, peering into his eyes banefully while Lumbia calmly returned his stare. Without warning, Taehun flew into a series of attacks, each skillfully parried by Lumbia. Taehun saw an opening, and came on with an overhead slash, but Lumbia also attacked from underneath at the same time. Both sabers locked, and their faces closed in. Taehun looked at Lumbia's face, and thought that Lumbia did look not unlike himself...if it were not for his shaved head and tattoos on his face, they could almost look related. Inwardly, Taehun sighed. He had hoped for an apprentice...Well, he thought, at least he's being a worthy adversary.

While he thought this, Lumbia's left hand flew in front of Taehun's chest, palm open. Before he knew it, Taehun was pushed back a few feet, effectively ending the saber lock. Amazing, Taehun thought, Only moments before he would've been too worn out to execute that maneuver.

"Impressive," Taehun remarked. Taehun smiled, showing his white teeth in the fading moonlight. This would be a small setback, but the lust of battle was upon him once again. With a low growl, Taehun continued the fight.

Throwing each other back, as they understood the collision of the blades was nothing but a block in their fight, they came back again. In a glut grace whirl of movements, the collision of blades came once again, but in a faster pace. Throwing the lightsaber upward and downward, unbalancing each other's attacks to defensive, then offensive. A game of ping-ball, only going back and forth as they moved each other toward the walls of the ship's interior.

A sudden stop came, with a Force Pull, moving his combatant comptetior forward, and slicing at his shoulder blade frontier. Nearly hitting the bone, blood excerted upon the surface as the Jedi Knight came to a stummble.

"Nice.." The Jedi Knight suprisingly complimented the pain gorging attack,as he rushed forward to continue the fight with both hands on the hilt of the blade. Once again the motion of their bodies are their graceful motions kept twirling in circular motion, and backwarding and forwarding at each other-the battle went on. THe intense heat of the blades could be felt breathing on both their face as it crossed each other's face, and collided. Throwing sparks horridiously along the area, rushing from the scene of the crime-the crime continued on. The countering sided blades gracefully motioned to left, and right with the hand construction and action of the hilt many times performing small slices, and near limb-seperation with the help of their incredible lightsaber performence. Suddenly the exceretion of a Force Push came once more from the Dark Sided adversary. Pushing the being toward the ramp, he rolled along the surface between the Rebel defense, and came to a fall.

"Come in Rebel warriors." He commanded, with the following of their motion up the ramp, intetionally kicking the Dark Jdi Knight, as they headed into the interior, hiding from the unignited blade of the lightsaber, which had been extinguished because of the inability to keep it on with his unwilling roll down the ramp. Major Carlos followed them, weilding his gun that he had picked up earlier in the fight just for defensive manners. The pilot quickly rushed to the frontier of the ship, and began launch, heading off the planet's atomsphere, heading toward the heavens where the blockade resided. Sepearting with the previous commands of allowing the Rebels to exit, they headed out of the ambiance of the planet, and yet again within the enviroment of space.

Lumbia took one glance toward the Major, allowing his lips to curl into a sly, yet concerned smile, before he began the tour to the frontier of the ship where the pilot resided. The Major followed, curtiously wondering what he would command, or clam to the pilot. The Major came to a stop, after the thumping of his feet on the hallow surface, glazing at Lumbia, awaiting his vocal cords to exsert human speech.

"I would like you to direct us toward Endor. Set us down far from the village areas, we will need to reside there and rest so I can tell you about the mischevious plans that-" Lumbia came to an abrupt cease, as his iris sliced along the whiteness of his eye, and glared at Major. Probing his mind, his lips curved back into a confident smirk, and stared back down at the pilot, restarting his speech, "-I have heard the DATOR do. I dont think the Major, or the Republic would want to deal with a team such as this. But now I can not tell you, for I need my own rest." Lumbia came to a sheer stop in his voice, and headed slowly toward the crates that he had prevously fought at. Setting himself slowly downward, he came into a meditation enthroned positioned. Crossing his legs over the other, he slowly hovered over the surface, as his eyes came to a cease, and were hidden behind the lids. Meditating, he heard the sounds of commotion about him, as he began healing his wounds and resting silently in this state.

"It'll take about a full day before we arrive." The pilot said, and that was the last word that Lumbia could ever grasp in the meditation state, before the smile curved along his face, breaking the firm stature of it. Resting in the peaceful zone he sunk into his soul, once again potrolling for the vil to arise, and then attack it before it sunk into him as a virus...

A Jedi he was...A Jedi he was...