A/N" I do not own or will ever own anything made by Bioware or George Lucas. I have played KOTOR a lot and when the Old Republic came out, I had to pick it up. This is my idea of the Jedi Knight story line."

(As a warning I am aware the grammar is rough at best...believe I know. If you can read through it and still make sense of it, then that's all I am asking for.)

The Way of the Jedi Knight

Chapter One

Sacking of Coruscant

"Remember my apprentices the force surrounds us, penetrates us, and is present all around us. Think of it as if you are a power coupling. With out the electricity that flows through the coupling are nothing but an unused machine part. But together you can generate enough energy to power a light saber,"said the female human Jedi instructor Sanope Blirz to the group of 8 younglings who all stood around with their training light sabers at the ready.

"Now is their any questions before we begin today's training session?" Asked the elderly human instructor giving them a warm smile on her face.

Tristan raised his hand. "Yes apprentice Rivers?"

"Can we use an form we want?"

The aged Jedi master chuckled a bit to herself. "By all means, but since most of you are familiar with form I Shii-Cho, I recommend you stay with that form."

Breaking into 4 pairs of two for their training session, the apprentices squared off against each other. Right when Master Blirz was going to let them duel, another Jedi entered the training room.

"I am glad that you could join us knight Ackonora,"said master Blirz turning head at the female Twi'lek,"have you come to watch or demonstrate today?"

The blue skin Twi'lek shrugged her shoulders. "Whose knows? I like a little of unpredictability in my life. Besides the force seems to be calling me here today."

Tristan turned his attention towards his best friend a ( female green skinned Twi'lek named Millaz Secura). They had been friends since the day they both arrived at the Jedi temple on Coruscant 5 years ago.

"So Mr. Waters are you ready to be embarrassed,"she replied flipping her yellow training light saber around until she was standing in a defensive position of form 1.

Tristan laughed at the nickname she used for him. " Remember Milly, arrogance can lead to the dark side. There is no emotion, there is peace,"he said using Master Zallow's stern voice.

"Yeah and losing leads to defeat."

Both of them were 12 years old and had the same amount of training as each other, but despite their numerous battles Tristan still had a slight edge over her.

Raising his green blade slightly above his head, he ready himself into a offensive position of Shii-Cho.

"Begin!" Yelled Master Blirz to everyone.

Sticking his hand out Tristan force pushed Secura back several feet knocking her out of her defensive position. Using the force he managed to reach her with in two strides. Jumping over her head he attempted to strike her but she managed to barely block his blow aimed for head.

Landing, Tristan started attacking her with a series of spins and quick attacks. His Ataru form was having the desired result he wanted, for she could barely keep up with his numerous flips and rolls that were quickly fallowed up with a saber attack.

Dodging a force pull that Secura aimed at him, Tristan landed on his feet with his back to her. Swinging around he tried to slash her across her chest but instead of blocking the attacking, Millaz turned her body away from his green blade missing her skin by inches.

Stabbing forward, she forced Tristan to jump to his right. Spinning around she swung low attacking where his legs would be once he landed. At the last moment apprentice Rivers brought his blade down barely managing to deflect her attack but was forced to land awkwardly on his back from his positioning. Flipping himself up Tristan was now forced on the defensive blocking her strong but precise attacks as he could see she was trying to lure him into a trap.

Recognizing her use of Makashi, Tristan stopped back pedaling and stood his ground responding to her precision with the strong defense of Soresu. Milly swung her blade down at him from angle trying to get him to move away but instead he brought his green blade up meeting her yellow blade about half way through her swing.

Swing to the left and right quickly, apprentice Secura deflected each of these blows easily when Tristan responded by kicking her straight in the chest knocking her to the ground. Milly thinking he would press the advantage rolled to her right swinging her yellow blade in a high arch. Back to her feet, she was surprised to not see him in front of her but still standing in his same position he was early.

"Gotcha!" He yelled having both of his hands back before reaching out and striking her with a hard force push, sending her Twi'lek body flying backwards until she hit the padded wall with a loud thud.

Looking down at his stunned best friend, Tristan spotted her training light saber laying several feet in front of her. Using the force he attempted to bring the weapon to him ending their duel. In the middle of flying towards him the weapon stopped in mid air with Secura's had reaching out with the force as well.

"Not so fast Rivers,"she said struggling to over come Tristan' own telekinesis, which was causing the light saber to flip violently in both directions.

"It's almost over,"he added over power his opponent, realizing she was growing weaker and weaker by each second.

In a surprise twist he let go of the light saber which caused the weapon to violently whip back at Millaz who with the aid of the force managed to catch the weapon. Not waiting around Tristan sprinted forward meeting her with a crash of yellow and green blades.

"You're began to look tired,"she said breathing hard raising their blades slightly up at an angle.

"So are you,"he added breathing just hard as she was when he knew it was time to spring the trap.

Switching off his light saber, Secura suddenly moved forward not being able to stop her own momentum as he side stepped her light saber coming down. Swinging his light saber handle around Tristan brought it to the back of her head, ending the duel.

"Well fought you two, now stand down,"said master Blirz standing before them with her arms crossed.

Breathing hard, they each put away their weapons on on their belts. "Well I guess you have to win sometimes."

Tristan grinned back at her, picking up both of their robes they had shed before the duel. "Whatever you say my friend,"he added handing her robe causing her to shake her head and grinning back at him.

Looking up they could see both Jedi knight Ackonora and instructor Blirz staring at them, until they sat down like the rest of the apprentices.

"All of you did a excellent job tonight. Your growth in this dire time makes my heart well with pride, although pride is something we must always be honor guard about. See my apprentices even a aged Jedi Master like myself still has things to learn,"she said unfolding her arms and closing her eyes to calm the emotion inside her.

Opening her eyes she gave a small nod to Ackonora before turning her attention back to the younglings. "Okay before I conclude today's lesson, does anyone have any questions?"

An Arkanian male named Jus Rence raised his hand. "Is it true that the republic asked the Jedi to help with making peace with the Sith empire?"

Both Jedi master Blirz and knight Ackonora exchanged anxious looks as the Jedi knight stepped forward. "Yes it's true that Master Dar'Nala, knight Satele Shan, and knight Aryn Leneer are among the delegation on Alderaan for a peace conference."

"Can we really trust the Sith Empire to honor any treaty?" Asked Tristan with out raising his hand giving the female Twi'lek his full attention.

"As for that, I really can't say. For now we must trust that the Jedi High Council and the Galactic Republic know what they are doing,"she added trying to hide her own emotions with an answer that all Jedi were suppose to say on the subject.

Master Blirz reached out with the force and lowered the blinds shutting the night time scene of Coruscant to them.

"Okay my apprentices this concludes today's lesson. Tomorrow we will meet inside the archives and begin research on the Jedi Civil War."

Standing up, Tristan offered a hand to his Twi'lek friend who gladly took it. "Come on, Head chef Luke is making his special soup tonight,"he said causing her to roll her eyes,"sometimes I wonder if you brain isn't inside your stomach."

Just when the two apprentices reached the exit, Master Blirz held out a hand in front of them. "Apprentice Rivers, knight Ackonora would like to speak to you... alone."

"I'll wait for you, okay,"said Millaz touching his shoulder briefly before exiting with their Jedi instructor.

Turning he saw that the female Twi'lek was leaning up against the nearby wall with her eyes closed. "Do you know why I have asked to speak with you apprentice?"

Tristan put his hands inside his robes sleeves giving her a small nod. "I have an idea yes."

"Well then why don't you enlighten me then."

"Your asking me to be your padawan."

The Jedi knight smiled down at him. "Wisdom beyond your years my young Jedi. Indeed you are right. The force as guided me here, and now I know why."

Tristan did his best to calm his excitement, but in the end he couldn't suppress the grin that came across his face.

"I would be honored to become your padawan, master Ackonora,"he replied giving her a respectful bow.

"Please call me Hyisse that is my first name."

"Okay, master Hyisse what will you have me do?"

Knight Ackonora sighed heavily before reaching out and putting her hand on his young shoulder. "Gather you things, we leave as soon as your ready. I now this might be rushed but for some reason I can't seem to shake this bad feeling I have. My former master, the late( Ahy'Tar Low) often told me the unifying force was as mysterious as the wroshyr trees on Kashyyk. So on those rare times I get bad feelings I have learn to trust them."

Tristan simply nodded his head in response before exiting the training grounds. As soon as the door opened he was greeted by his best friend who took him by the hand and started sprinting down the wide hall way.

"Milly, what are you doing?" He asked being practically dragged up the four flights of stairs before going down another long hall way until they reached the apprentices quarters.

"Get in,"was all she said pushing the button and force pushing him slightly inside.

Tristan who was more than confused stopped himself from hitting the nearby storage container. "Where's the Sith lord at?" He asked trying to get a straight answer from his friend.

Closing the door behind her, she began to look around not only with her eyes but also with the force to make sure they were alone.

"Listen I know what that Jedi knight wanted to speak to you about. You're leaving as her padawan and I had to get you alone so that no one else could see me do this for this before it's too late."

"Do what?" He asked even more confused than before.

In a flash she closed the distance between them and kissed him fully on the lips. The shock of having his best friend suddenly kiss him, stunned him at first before he started responding to her kiss. Putting his hands on her waist he gave into his passion by kissing her back with as much passion she was giving him.

About a minute later they each pulled back, resting his forehead against her green one. "Jedi aren't allowed to give into their emotions,"he said breathing hard while still resting his forehead against hers.

"It's a good thing were still learning then,"she replied causing the both of them to laugh,"besides will call this a going away present, so that you will have something to remember me by."

Tristan reached out and put his hand on her cheek. "How could I ever forget you Milly? You have been my best friend for the past 5 years. Being a Jedi is amazing but it wouldn't have been nearly as amazing without you."

Apprentice Secura actually blushed a little as she turned her head away from him. Bending down he grabbed his pack and began loading a few personal items inside. Most of it was holo books, data pads, credits, a signet ring from his former family on Dantoonie, and last but least a worn blaster pistol.

"Here,"he said grabbing a hold of the pistol and thrusting it into her hands,"It's of Mandalorian design albeit a bit old. It was the weapon I took my family's vault right before I left the palace Purple Mountain. I want you to have it."

Millaz looked down at the weapon that most Jedi would have called barbaric but instead she saw it as a treasure.

"I will hold onto forever, I promise."

It was then she reached behind her neck and took off a necklace she always wore. "Here, this is given to any one of the clan Secura who is taken in for Jedi training. My ancestors have a long history of being Jedi."

At the end of the necklace was a small medallion with her clan's marking on the front, and her name on the back along with a date of her recruitment.

"Are you sure you want me to have this?"

Millaz answered by walking behind him and putting it on him. "I think that answers your question, although we better hide it for now, we wouldn't want anyone to think we formed an attachment"she added tucking it under his apprentice clothes.

Tristan gave his best friend a hard look before pulling her into a tight embrace. "Will always be friends no matter what. I hope to see you out their some day."

"You will, I guarantee it. May the force be with you padawan Rivers."

"And with you my friend,"he replied pulling away from her embrace and exiting the his former sleeping quarters.

Retracing his foot steps down the flight of stairs he found his way back to the training center with his mind unfocused. Not only had he been accepted as someone's padawan, his best friend has just kissed him. Jedi are forbidden to attach or have romantic relationships with anyone let alone another Jedi. But from everything he had read and learned, most Jedi are tempted from time to time to given into their emotions.

While Tristan was willing to let go of his feelings for Millaz Secura he wouldn't forget they ever happen nor deny how they truly good they felt.

"Ready my padawan,"said knight Ackonora drawing her orange robes tighter against her body.

"Yes my master."

Walking at a brisk pace, Ackonora seem to have a troubled look on her face."Are you okay master Hyisse?"

Ackonora shook her head. "Not really my padawan. But the force is a hard thing to predict. Anyways your original from Dantoonie?"

"Yes to the house of Rivers. My father is Regent of the Merchants guild on Dantoonie which owns almost everything on the planet. So you can imagine how much power he has despite the fact Dantoonie is technically apart of the Republic."

"How old were where when you discovered?" She asked him as they both starting going down a flight of stairs.

"7, an Enchani Jedi knight named Kayer Luse found me inside the Jedi ruins. She told me it was the call of the force that brought me inside the ruins and it was the force that made her visit the destroyed conclave. Is their anything you wanted to know about me. Like I am 4'3 with Caucasian skin and have blue/gray eyes,"he added trying to be funny but stopped when suddenly he noticed a seriousness in her face.

The blue skin Twi'lek stopped dead in her tracks, giving him a serious look when suddenly Tristan felt a strong sense of dread over come as well. It overwhelm him forcing him to his knees as he tried to force the dark thoughts out of his head, until a series of large explosions shook the entire Temple, quickly fallowed by the a sudden loss of power.

"Rivers get up now!" Yelled his master to him, lifting him up with the force so that he landed awkwardly on his feet.

Focusing on the urgency of her voice, padawan rivers was brought back to reality. It was then he could hear the sounds of light sabers crashing against one another fallowed by the feeling of numerous Jedi becoming one with the force.

"Master what's happening?"

"The Sith are attacking Coruscant and the Jedi temple,"she said looking out the window as a series of warships started bombarding the planet destroying a republic cruiser which started raining debris over the market area of down town before crash landing into a series of buildings.

Tristan knew with so many Jedi being deployed on distant planets they were only at 1/5 of their entire strength, not to mention countless Jedi they had lost in the past 28 years at the start of the Great Galactic War.

It was then they heard another crash fallowed by a smaller explosion coming from behind them. "Their also attacking mess hall,"he said with a concerned look on his face.

Jedi Knight Ackonora gave him a serious look before reaching down and unhooking a light saber from her belt and tossing it at him.

"The time for practice is over my padawan. Tonight you fight for you life. I hope my former master's blade may see you through this."

Grabbing her own double bladed light saber, they both started sprinting back through the wide hall way, jumping up past a series of steps. Going right and up another flight of stairs as fast as they could they both finally emerged near the training room.

Ahead of them was 3 Jedi knights battling against 5 Sith while a small group of 4 Mandalorian mercenaries were hovering over head with their jet packs firing down at the Jedi. All along the hall they could see Jedi, Sith and Mandalorian bodies strewn every where.

"Stay with me!" She yelled igniting her orange double bladed light saber with Tristan turning on his dark purple color light saber.

Following close by his master Tristan spun around with his light saber deflecting back a laser blast that was aimed at his head. The deflected blast hit the Mandalorian's pack at the right angle causing the tanks to explode, killing him and his fellow Mandalorian who was too close to his comrade.

Reaching the battle, they witnessed a male Kel Dor Jedi have his body get cut in half by the twin red blades of his Sith opponent. Almost immediately Ackonora spun her double blade saber blocking a saber blow from the another Sith while spinning around and stabbing the one Sith who killed the Kel Dor Jedi.

Reaching out with the force, Tristan pulled the female human Jedi away from the flames that were directly at her by a Mandalorian as the Sith who was engaged with her used the force to shield himself from the heat and fire.

Rolling forward Tristan ducked a red light saber attack that aimed at his body. Coming out of the roll he swung low cutting force the Sith to jump his blow. Seeing that his opponent was getting ready to land Tristan spun around with his back facing the Sith stabbing him in chest. In response to his killing of their comrade two Sith converged onto Tristan with their red blades swinging wildly at him. Ackonora stepped in front of him blocking a light saber slash and a series of blaster bolts that were aimed Tristan sending them in different directions. Regaining his form Tristan stood his ground by using Soresu to quickly block a series of light saber attacks from two Sith at the same time.

Above him, the last Mandalorian was pulled down by another Jed slamming him hard against the ground. Reaching out she put the Mandalorian into stasis, causing the heavy armor mercenary to freeze in place.

"Watch out!" Yelled Tristan's master jumping over him and slammed down with hand causing a force shock wave to reach out and knocking back to two Sith but couldn't stop the male human Jedi from losing his head from the third Sith.

Throwing her yellow light saber the female human Jedi cut the last Mandalorian in half from her right hip to her left shoulder. Right before her blade could return to her, she was hit with force lightening sending her flying backwards and through the glass of nearby window.

"Die Jedi!" Yelled a male pure blood Sith who charged Tristan with his curved handle red light saber while his friend with a red double bladed light saber engaged Ackonora.

Tristan who was not use to the curved light saber's which allowed for Sith to attack him at different angles was quickly getting overwhelmed. Not to mention he was fighting a full fledged Sith warrior while he was simply a 12 year old padawan. Sensing his advantage the pure blood Sith started attacking him with more powerful swings by using Djem So to put Tristan in retreat.

Ahead of him his master was in an intense duel with her own opponent as their double blades reassemble nothing but orange and red blurs to him. It was only with the power of the force Tristan was able to block and dodge his opponents red saber. Back flipping out of the way, the blade struck the floor narrowly missing him. Landing on his feet Tristan was hit by a force push in the chest sending him backwards slamming him hard against the wall.

Looking up he barely had a few seconds to see wave of force lightening coming his way. With out thinking he brought up his purple light saber absorbing the lightening until the Sith used his second hand to pick Tristan up by the throat. The pure blood Sith was choking the life out of him as he was slowly being raised high in the air.

In a flash the male pure blooded Sith was stabbed in the back of the neck by Ackonora who came back to save Tristan's life. But by doing so she left herself own to be attacked and was stabbed in the middle of her chest by her opponent. Completely ignoring her wound, Jedi Knight Ackonora spun around with her other orange blade cutting her female human's head off as her severed head bounced backwards a few feet before rolling to a stop.

Falling back down to the ground, Tristan slowly got up rubbing his throat and breathing hard. Looking up he saw his Twi'lek master holding the stab wound that was in the middle of her chest.

"Master you're hurt,"he said wiping the blood that came out of the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

Ackonora chuckled a bit. "More than that I am afraid my padawan. It's a mortal wound. But were not done here. Before I go I will defend my fellow Jedi with everything I have left."

It was then she reached out with her left hand right at Tristan. Immediately he felt a calm sensation surround him as his ribs began to heal along with any damage his body took with the power of the force.

"But why would you heal me and not your self?" He asked with a surprised look on his face.

The Jedi Knight gave him a soft smile, holding back the her greenish blood. "Because my padawan a Jedi's life is about sacrifice. Not to mention my wound would require massive amount of Kolto or at least a week's long healing trance."

"Come on Rivers were not done yet,"she added sprinting down the hall with Tristan forced to sprint as fast as he could to try and even keep up with her.

The stairs ahead of them had scores of Mandalorians hovering all around it, making it impossible to gain entry. Pressing his back along side the wall, he could see Coruscant burning with explosions, laser fire, and the screams of the dieing.

Tristan's master pointed her head up to a small opening inside the floor above them. The jump was about 15 feet up, (a height Tristan had not be able to achieve in his young Jedi career). Hunching slightly down she force jump the 15 feet up making it through the narrow hole with ease.

Perhaps it was rush of battle or the presence of his injured master being able to make the jump Tristan had no doubts he would too. Hunching down he pushed off hard with the force, raising high into the air and completely through the whole.

"Well done padawan. We must hurry, I don't have much time."

Running down the hall they finally saw the entrance to the mess hall. Dozen of temple security guards, staff, and Jedi littered their approach to one of the many entrances to the mess hall. In the distance they could here a two people arguing back and forth.

"Shh, stay very quiet Rivers,"she said as they both weaved their way through the dead before reaching an entrance that had it's doors been blown off the hinges.

"We are paying your clan to do a job, so stay out of our way,"said a human man who had about 12 Sith behind him to a group of 10 Mandalorians who had their laser weapons pointed at the Sith in return.

Looking in the corner amongst the dead Jedi, he could see at least five apprentices were still alive and were currently put into stasis. It was then he noticed that his best friend was among the captured apprentices, although she seem to be hurt.

"Actually Darth Angral is paying the clans not you assassin," fired back a male Mandalorian who had his helmet off tucked under his left arm.

"My name is Anders, master assassin and you will address me as such, fifthly Mandalorian,"he fired back raising his hand to his fellow Sith as they all igniting their red light sabers.

The Mandalorian leader laughed at him. "Sith I don't care what your fucking name is. Clan Ordo has a long history of battling Sith and Jedi for hundreds of years. So quite frankly your opinion on this matter means nothing to me. And I say these Jedi have fought bravely and deserve a warrior's death."

At this the master assassin narrowed his yellow eyes on the Mandalorian clan leader. "I don't give a dam about your sense of honor Mandalorian, the emperor wants this Jedi younglings as prisoners."

Suddenly clan Ordo's leader aimed his blaster rifle at Ander's chest. "You and your pathetic emperor can choke on your light saber Sith. Kill them all boys!"

Suddenly Mandalorian laser fire was met with Sith light sabers as they engaged in close quarters combat. Within thirty seconds all the Mando's were dead, minus one who was currently being held up in the air with a force choke. The Sith also suffered causalities with 5 of them laying dead on the ground.

Looking up at the lone Mandalorian survivor Tristan saw he was much smaller than his other clan mates. "Let him go Blades,"said Anders to a female pure blood Sith,"I will kill this clan leader's son personally my apprentice."

The master assassin's apprentice grinned back at him despite the burn marks all along her legs and arms.

"Yes my master,"she added dropping the Mandalorian hard on the ground as she used the force to remove his helmet showing to them he was merrily a teenager.

Anders activated his red double bladed light saber. "So child, are you ready for your death?"

Rubbing his throat, the teen Mandalorian looked up at him. "Listen your boring me already. If you are planning on killing me just get it over with. Just make sure you do, cause you won't get another chance that much I promise you Sith."

"Defiant to the end, I can respect that. But now my young friend you are about to found out why a Mandalorian is no match for the force,"he said raising his blade high above his head preparing to deliver the killing blow.

Suddenly Tristan's new master put him into stasis. "This is my battle padawan."

Instantly Jedi knight Ackonora activated her orange double blades light saber and jump in the room. Using the force she hit Anders in mid swing sending him flying across the room as she landed right in the middle of the remaining 5 Sith. Swing her orange blades around, Ackonora slashed a Sith across the chest, as she immediately stabbed backwards with her other blade going threw the Twi'lek's mouth and out the back of his head.

"Kill the Jedi!" Yelled Blades who threw her red light saber at Tristan's master.

Ducking the saber toss, Ackonora used the force to pull the apprentice towards her knocking the pure blood Sith into the back of her comrade. Twirling her orange blade around, the Jedi knight blocked a series of quick attacks from two opponents before kicking woman in the chest sending her to the ground.

Using her light saber's large hilt, Ackonora hit strike the pure blood Sith in front of her, knocking him off balance. Swinging down at angle she cut his body from left shoulder to his right side in half. Acting quickly she spun around blocking a series of attacks that Blades and the man she had landed on started attacking her with.

"What's a matter Sith, letting an dying Jedi beat you,"she said to Blades grabbing a female human's light saber handle with her right hand from behind.

Pressing herself against the smaller human's frame Ackonora elbowed her in the gut, making her opponent drop her light saber. Blocking aside a anther sweeping attacking from Blades who had charged ahead of her Sith friend, the Jedi Knight put her into a head lock. Pulling sharply with the force, Ackonora easily snapped the human's neck tossing aside her dead body.

"Fight me Jedi trash!" Yelled Blades advancing on Tristan master with a furry of wild swings.

Ackonora easily blocked her attacks and was getting ready to slash Blades across the thighs when suddenly she was violently pulled to the right. Looking up, she only had a few seconds to react to the last remaining Sith who tried to reach out with the force and grabbed, her by the throat.

"Above you Jedi,"replied Anders jumping in the air and swing down cutting her light saber in half with his red blade slashing her across the face and chest.

Instantly Tristan was freed my his stasis with his master death. Dropping to his knees he couldn't help but let his grief pour out of him. The death of so many Jedi, not to mention watching his new master die right in front of him, started turning his grief into anger.

"Thank you my lord, you saved my life,"said the last Sith who was bent down looking at the dead Jedi knight when suddenly he went still.

Anders had his hands raised high above him. "The failure for defeat is death."

Bringing down his two hands, the Sith assassin started sucking the force and life out of the warrior. The man's body started trembling violently as waves of purple energy started leaving his body and began circling around Anders who was pulled off his energy inside him.

"I love the feeling of gorging on another beings life energy!" He yelled finally absorbing the last amount of life energy from his former apprentice.

The dead apprentice's body simply fell over on it's side, stuck in the same pose his body was in before the force drain first hit him. For Tristan watching another man's force energy get drain away from him and into another person, was a sobering experience. Feeling his anger slowly resending away, he turned his attention on his dead master whose head was looking back up at him. For some strange reason the way her eyes stared at him made him think that she was staring into his mind.

"Listen to me my padawan. The force is strong in you. I can see the destiny that is laid out in front of your feet. You will be the hope the Jedi order needs to recover. I see now that I was never meant to be your master but the guiding hand you need to order to become the Jedi you will be. I know can become one with the force knowing that I was the first to see this. But always remember Tristan, you make your your future. The force and myself will always be with you. Goodbye my padawan,"her voice said inside his head as her eye lids closed and Tristan felt her become one with the force.

"Master, what do we do know?" Asked apprentice Blades who had her light saber out in front of the wounded Mandalorian teenager.

The Sith assassin looked down at the dead Jedi. "If you more of your kind gave half the effort you did, they not still be alive. Angelina take care of the Mandalorian I will round up the apprentices for extraction."

It was then a calming sensation over came Tristan. He felt like his connection to the force had grown stronger for some reason, like he could do anything at the moment. Including beating a master assassin and his apprentice.

Standing up he felt like nothing could stop him. With his light saber in hand, Tristan took off his robe and pack before confidently entering the mess hall. For some strange reason neither Anders nor Blades could sense his approach. Turning his attention towards the apprentice who was teasing the wounded Mandalorian by swinging her blade down to deliver the killing blow but stopping suddenly.

"Just do it already you bitch!"

At that the pure blood Sith narrowed her eyes she raised her red light saber high above her when suddenly her light saber disappeared from her right hand. Tristan with his out stretched hand caught the blade in his left hand.

"Another one, gods you Jedi are like worms!" Shouted Blades to Tristan causing her master to turn and look at the young padawan.

"Angelina deal with this runt. Kill the boy and I will forget your failure with Twi'lek."

Approaching him, apprentice Blades look down at one of her dead Sith brethren light sabers, when Tristan calmly tossed her back her light saber, causing the Sith to give him a strange look.

"Your going to need a weapon to defend yourself with. A Jedi doesn't strike down a helpless opponent,"he replied twirling around his purple blade in front of her.

Tristan could see the anger building in her yellow eyes. "Helpless, you think I am helpless with out this weapon!"

"No I don't think, I know you are,"he added roll flipping forward striking out at her with each flip, forcing the Sith apprentice on her heels.

Letting the force flow freely within him, he found his Ataru form movements perfectly flowed together leaving the Sith with no openings to attack. Slashing high and then jump spinning around he went low quickly bringing his purple blade back around once again aiming at her chest. Blades managed to block each attack but with each new one she found herself barely able to keep up with his fast, furious and wild moves.

Jumping over her, Tristan blocked the attacked that was aimed at his legs. The moment his feet hit the ground he immediately back flipped over her catching her off guard and slicing off her saber hand at the wrist before his feet hit the ground once again.

Screaming in pain at the sudden loss of her right hand, Tristan spun around and kicked her right in the jaw sending her body flipping in the air before it hit the ground hard. While on the ground the padawan force pushed her body towards her master.

"Interesting, you beat my apprentice with ease,"he said ignoring the sobs of pain his apprentice was in and stepped over her body,"perhaps you will be more of challenge than your master was?"

Tristan looked down at his dead master. "Don't pretend to be coy with me Sith. You and I both know my master gave you everything you could handle and than some. You lucky to be alive."

Anders laughed heartily pulling out his double bladed light saber. "Perhaps I should try to take you alive and make you my new apprentice."

"Only in your dreams assassin,"he added reaching out with the force and grabbing the his dead master's now single blade orange light saber igniting it in his left hand.

Tristan only practiced with duel training light sabers in his free time, but something about the feel of two blades in his hands told him he could do this.

He could see the surprise look on the master assassin's face the moment he charged forward with both blades at his sides. Sticking out his left hand, Anders sent a barrage of force lightening at him, bringing up his two light sabers in a form of an X he blocked the lightening. Using the force, Tristan charged forward pushing through his force lightening until the assassin had no choice but to bring his saber around to blocked his two over head strikes.

"You do know you have no chance to beat me,"he said grinning down at the padawan while slowly raising their blades up in the air.

Looking down at a nearby chair, Tristan used the force to pull the chair towards them as it struck the assassin in the back causing him to stumble a bit. Back flipping away from his dangerous double bladed saber, Tristan reached out with his orange blade forcing Anders to jump over his low strike. Spinning around with his purple blade Anders blocked the high arch attack and easily parried his thrust with the orange saber.

Sensing the danger, padawan Rivers dodged his stab attempt by turning his body away from the blade. With his purple light saber he struck up hitting the one end of his light saber staff up while swinging his orange blade across his body, knocking his other saber end up as well.

Swinging his foot up, he kicked the human in the groin making his grunt in pain. Raising his two light sabers up he blocked the over head attack the master assassin swung down with. Using the force Tristan managed to push back his attacker, turning the once cocky assassin on the defensive.

"What are you?" He asked with a confused look on his face.

"The Jedi who is going to end you,"he added with a determined look on his face.

Knowing he was going to use the force on him, Tristan pointed to the ground at two light sabers. Using the force he made both red sabers turn on and come flying at the master assassin who had to stop trying to use force choke on him and strike down at the flying sabers.

Running as fast as he could, Tristan jumped high in the air. Turning around the master assassin shot force lightening at where he last felt the padawan but was surprised when hit nothing but the bodies of his dead brethren. Landing quietly behind him, Tristan swung backwards with his sabers impaling the master assassin in the back leaving his orange and purple blades sticking out of his chest.

"Impossible, I am a master assassin,"he said with blood coming out of his mouth when Tristan pulled out his two blades from his back.

Dropping to his knees, Tristan walked in front of the Sith who dropped his double bladed light saber to the ground. He could sense the dark side beginning to gather inside the veteran Sith and knew it was only a matter of time before he would strike out with a final wave of force at.

"Become one with the force Sith!" He said crossing his arms and pulling hard beheading the once proud master assassin.

Breathing hard he turned his attention towards the injured apprentice who was now back on her feet holding her stump of a right hand.

"One day Jedi I will make you pay for what you did to me. And on that day I will make you suffer!" She yelled dramatically jumping through the nearby window and outside to the burning city of Coruscant.

Turning off his light sabers and putting them back on his belt, Tristan suddenly dropped to his knees. During the heat of battle he blocked out the fatigue his body was going through after using so much of the force.

"Tristan are you hurt?" Asked his best friend who came sliding down in front of him with hers on his back and chest stopping him from fallen over.

Looking up he could see she had a small cut going across her left eye and down into her cheek. "No just tired from exerting all that force."

Helping him up, Milly put a hand on his shoulder. "The Mandalorian is going for a weapon!" Yelled a female Togruta apprentice bringing both of their attention to the teenager who was bending down to pick up his father's rifle.

Instantly Millaz reached out with her hand grabbing the weapon with the force and bringing it to her. Sticking out her other hand, she reached out and commanded a Sith light saber into her left hand turning it on.

The young Mandalorian simply shook his head in frustration before putting his helmet back on. "listen Jedi, I owe you for saving my life twice,"he said pointing towards Tristan," and Mandalorians always repay their debts."

"No, Tristan we should kill this merc bastard, after everything his people did to the temple and the Jedi,"said apprentice Secura twirling around the red light saber in her hands.

Taking a deep breath, he reached out and put a hand on her forearm. "No my friend, the Jedi do not murder in cold blood."

Giving the injured Mandalorian a last dirty look, she finally deactivated her red saber. "Find will play it your way Rivers."

"Now Mandalorian what are proposing?"

"First of all, my name is Ryallack Ordo."

"Padawan Tristan Rivers."

"See we now know each other."

Tristan rolled his eyes. "Enough stalling, what is your plan?"

Ryallack held out his hand to Milly who reluctantly tossed the rifle back to him. "I am going to help you get out of here. I know the clan Drell is currently blocking the stairwell that leads to the archives side entrance. I can get them away from their giving you a chance to use the archives to get to the docking bay that's right next to it."

"How do you know so much about the Jedi temple's lay out?" Asked Secura with a serious look on her face.

"Mandalorians always come prepared Twi'lek. So are going to let me help you or we can all die here right now?"

Tristan ran a hand through his short brown. "Honestly for some reason I think we can believe you. And I am not just talking about the force either."

"If I hadn't seen you use the force for myself I might have mistaken you for a merc yourself,"he added grabbing a small explosive from one of the dead Mandalorians and set it inside the center of the room.

"A time delay explosive so that it can cover our tracks,"said Ryallack before turning his wrist radio back on,"I repeat clan Ordo is under heavy fire, requesting immediate response."

At first their wasn't an answer until a static reply. "Where is clan leader Myallack?"

"Dead, I am his son Ryallack. I say again, a large group of Jedi have hold up inside the mess hall, need assistance now!"

Again their was a delay as if they were deciding on whether or not to help their fellow Mandalorians. "Okay clan Drell is on their way Ordo. The Sith will not get all the glory today!"

"Alright you heard the Mandalorian, let's move,"said padawan Rivers to the remaining four younglings who hurriedly ran over to him.

Leaving the mess hall behind, they went right making sure to stay along the wall until coming across a bathroom and ducking inside. A few seconds later they could here the hustling of metal boots running past them. Waiting a minute to make sure that no one else was trailing behind the main group, they finally exited the bathroom. Going down a series of stairs they took the nearest exit, careful not to draw attention to themselves. Ahead of them they all could see the side entrance to the archives which had been sent into emergency mode and the reinforced cortosis metal doors had be lowered.

"Okay I got you here, the rest is up to you,"said Ryallack when a large explosion above them caused the temple's walls to vibrate quickly before stopping a few seconds later.

With that the injured Mandalorian quickly disappeared from the Jedi trying to gain as much distance from them as possible until he was gone altogether. The doors were sealed on the inside and their was no possible way of getting them open from this side with out high grade explosives and lots of them.

"What do we do now?" Asked a male human youngling who was about 6 years old.

"Were trapped!" Cried an Arkanian male Jus Rence letting his emotion get the best of him.

"Silence!" Yelled Tristan getting the apprentices to sudden stop talking.

"We have to try and reach out to any Jedi inside the barricade and hope they can let us inside,"he said to all of them,"that means first you all need to calm down."

Looking around he could see the four apprentices were doing their best to calm down but with everything that had happen, he knew it was not going to be easy. Hell he could barely contain his own emotions let alone asking a group of kids that he was barely a few years old than himself.

"Okay everyone close your eyes and concentrate on using the force to connect any Jedi on the other side,"he stated reaching out and taking a hold of Millaz's hand with his, which she gladly took.

Using the force to project their mental thoughts they attempted to reach any living Jedi from inside the secured archives. By doing so they also knew they could potential risk having the Sith hear them as well bringing them to their location too.

After a minute of trying, Tristan was about to break the force bond they were doing when suddenly the doors behind them started to slowly open.

"Everyone move now!" Yelled apprentice Secura practically picking up the Togruta female by the robes off the floor.

The doors opened with only a 2 foot clearance for them to get through. Helping the female human apprentice threw, Tristan waved the next human child their as he went sliding on his knees. Right behind came Jus with the Togruta closely behind the Arkanian.

It was then, Tristan felt a surge of dark side energy dramatically destroy the ceiling near them. Looking up they could see about 5 Sith lords staring down at them.

Ducking through the narrow opening, Tristan turned his attention to his best friend. "Come on Milly!"

Instead of moving, Millaz Secura ignited her red light saber. "No, I will buy you the time you need. You need to lead the apprentices out of here. I love you!"

Before he could say anything else the door closed right in front of his face.

"No!" He yelled pounding his fist on the hard cortosis door, letting his anguish come out of him.

"Calm yourself padawan Rivers, I have one last mission for you,"said the voice of Jedi instructor Sanope Blirz who was on the ground leaning up against the main terminal of the entire archives.

Giving the door one last look, he turned around and was amazed at what he say. Despite everything that had happen to Coruscant and the Jedi temple, the archives were completely left untouched. The only odd thing about it was that it was completely empty with the lone exception being Master Blirz and Tristan's group.

"I'd never imagine you would be the one to make this far padawan Rivers,"said Master Blirz who had lost her right arm and had multiple a blaster rifle wounds on her chest and thighs.

The four apprentices had gathered around their dying instructor with somber looks on their faces.

"Neither would I master. Now you said something about another mission,"he added wiping one sing tear that came down his cheek.

Nodding her head, she pulled out a small pack that looked weigh down with different object inside it. "Inside this pack are some of the most important holocrons the Jedi order has here on Coruscant. Including the Codex of Tython, Great holocron, Tedryn Holocron. Also there is a data-card with the list of Jedi, security and staff who all were here at the time of the Temple's attack. It is important the Sith don't get their hands on these important Jedi artifacts my padawan."

Taking a knee in front of the dying Jedi master, Tristan took the bag from her hands. "But where do we go with this?"

"Anywhere but here,"she said coughing up some blood which stained Tristan's front tunic,"here you will need this to gain access to the docking bay."

Holding out a key card to him, Master Blirz gave each of them one last look before slumping over on her side. Taking the key card from the died Jedi master's hand, Tristan put his hands on her eye lids closing them.

"Be at peace Master Blirz."

Bending and grabbing a hold of the smaller, pack he quickly stuff the holocrons and data card into his large pack, making it bulge from the effort.

"Here,"he said giving the male human apprentice the bag,"don't let this out of your sight..."

"Thoma is my name padawan Rivers."

"Iris Matheau,"added the female human,"and I am Kolva Hano,"replied the female Togruta as Tristan already knew who Jus was from their previous training.

Tristan stood up giving the archives one last look before turning towards the small door behind the main terminal.

"Remember the mission Master Blirz gave us. We have to get these holocrons out of the temple."

He could sense the young apprentices were finding a new sense of purpose even with all the death that was surrounding them. While they were still on edge, he could see they were determined to protect the holocrons with their lives as he was determined to protect them.

Sliding the key card into the main terminal, they watched the door directly behind them slide open. "Everyone stay close to me, unless I say otherwise."

Exiting outside the door, Tristan used the force to bring the key card back to him while pressing the computer but to lower the heavy cortosis door once again. Walking down the narrow walk way for a little bit they could hear off in the distance the sound of something heavy being slammed against the walls that surrounded the entire archives.

"Stay here,"he said to them, stepping out from the narrow walk way and emerging into bigger hall of one of the loading ramps which lead directly to docking bay. Using the force to lighten his steps, Tristan stumbled a bit. He kept forgetting how tired his body truly was and even using this amount of force was difficult for him.

"I know your fatigued body but were not done yet,"he said opening himself to the force once more letting the force help his tired muscles, and damp his movements.

Tristan could feel the dark side of the force swirling around the corner of the ramp. Pressing his body against the hard wall, he saw a Sith lord being bathed in dark side energy. Looking down their was three apprentices applying the additionally dark side power to their master as he was using the power to hit the cortosis walls with tremendous force.

"If you stop I will kill you,"he threaten them urging them to stay inside their trance as they supplied him more and more dark side power to use.

Past the Sith padawan Rivers saw the loading dock doors were closed but the panel to the right was red meaning the Sith were trapped in here like they were. Judging by the fact that none of the Sith were appear of his presence Tristan knew he catch them off guard.

Grabbing his two light sabers off his belt, Tristan turned on the orange and purple blades. Seeing how all three apprentices were sitting on their knees while deep in their Sith trance, he had idea. Gathering up some force energy he urged his body forward running down the hall. Jumping up and running on the side wall for a few steps padawan Rivers sprung off the wall right at the apprentices from behind. With both light sabers spread out as far as his arms would let him he swung down cleaving all three of the apprentices head off in one motion.

Instantly the dark side power the Sith lord was drawing on, faded away. "What the fuck!"

Turning around he only had a second to see his three apprentices with out their heads when Tristan appeared slashing down at angle with his orange saber across his chest while bringing down his purple saber across his chest as well. The Sith lord's body stayed still for a second, before the top of his body fell into four pieces as his legs swayed for a moment until they too, fell over.

"Okay were clear!" He shouted back to the group of apprentices as Rivers was forced to take a knee from exhaustion.

If his muscles were tired before, now they were screaming at him in protest with every step he took. Reaching the panel, Tristan could see a speeder was only 10 feet away from the door. Using the panel's camera he turned to the right and spotted a large group of Sith and Mandalorians sitting around in separate camps in the heart of the docking bay.

Their was a few dead Jedi near the speeder but more importantly it still looked serviceable. "Okay there is a speeder barely 10 feet away from us. I want all of you to head for this speeder and get in, no matter what happens."

"Do you know how to fly it?" Asked Iris looking up at him with worried look on her face.

"Of course youngling,"he said lying to the apprentice.

In truth Tristan only have using flight simulators but he knew enough to get them air board and out of the docking bay.

"As soon as I get in were going, do you understand."

"Yes padawan Rivers!" They all said at the same time.

Taking several deep breaths, he swiped the key guard into the panel. The light went from red to green a second later before opening up to them. Running through the door way and into the docking bay, Tristan could see the immediate reaction from the Sith and Mandalorians who both turned around to see what was happening.

"Come on you bastards one Jedi still lives!" He yelled tuning on his light sabers and giving the apprentices time to scout past him and start piling into the speeder.

The Sith's reaction was instantaneous as Red light sabers came to life. The Mandalorians were more than content to watch then engage the Jedi.

"Tristan were all in!" Shouted Thoma at him, as he turned off his sabers and hopped inside the speeder.

Starting the speeder, he grabbed a hold of the yoke and pulled up making the light craft lift off from the ground. Thrusting the stick forward he made the red speeder whip forward forcing all of them into the back of their sits, and causing a few leaping Sith to be struck by the moving craft.

"Turn Rivers!" Shouted Thoma who was in the front seat beside him still holding onto Tristan's pack.

Pulling to the right on the yoke, Tristan barely managed to over hitting the wall with the side of the red speeder trading paint with the wall. Going straight he could see a wave of force lightening miss the craft while a few light sabers were being tossed at them with one clipping the back end, cutting off the bumper.

"Here we go!" He shouted racing out of the docking bay and into the battle field that was Coruscant.

All around them were fighters, freighters, cruisers and capital class ships all engaging in ship to ship close combat.

"Thoma hit that red button!" He yelled to the apprentice who made a harden glass panel go over the time of their speeder offering them so kind of protection.

Bobbing and weaving padawan Rivers did his best to avoid all the traffic that was going in several direction while at the same time, trying to keep a look out for any Sith fighters. Tristan's inexperience with flying was clear as he started pulling to hard on the yoke causing them to veer to sharply one direction before trying to correct by turning sharply in the other direction.

"I thought you said you flown before!" Screamed Kolva from behind him.

"I am doing the best I can!" He fired back flying under a stock freight that was with out power.

Turning right he a republic fighter suddenly exploded in front of them. "Hold on!" He yelled power through the flames as debris from the fighter hit all over the speeder with a few leaving small cracks in the glass shield.

"Where are we even going!" Shouted Jus giving his fellow apprentices the same confused look on their faces.

Looking around, Tristan himself really didn't have an idea where they were going but he knew they had to get out of the air as soon as possible. With a lot of Coruscant burning or having sustained heavy bombardment damage their wasn't a lot of choices to chose from.

It was then the speeder shook violently as Sith fighter had targeted them hitting the front of their craft and left side as he felt a burning sensation along his left thigh. Looking down padawan Rivers could see he had a piece of metal stuck in his left thigh. Pulling the metal out, he could feel the blood flowing down his robes and pants.

"Tristan were going down!" Yelled Iris bringing his attention back to the speeder which was starting to lose power.

Looking around he tried to find a safe place to crash land but they were too high up to make that even possible. Directly ahead of them was an apartment building that had a damage all along the outside of the structure but inside still look sound.

"Everyone brace yourself, were going into that building!"

Making sure that everyone had their seat belts on, Tristan guided the sputtering speeder at the building. Keeping it straight as he could let the speeder crash through a window up on one of the upper floors. The speeder kept going plowing through several walls and furniture until stopping inside the hall way of whatever floor they were on.

"Hey I think he's beginning to stir,"said someone as it sounded like his head was under water.

"I am surprised considering everything he has been through,"came another voice but this time it was much more clearer.

Opening his eyes he could see the face of Iris and Kolva staring down at him. "What happen?"

"Well padawan, we all managed to survive the crash albeit with a some bruises, broken bones and a concussion. But all things considered were just happy to be alive,"said Iris who was busy finishing wrapping his bandage across his forehead.

Sitting up he felt tremendous amount of pain in his chest. "Sorry none us now a lot about healing, although we were able to stop your internal bleeding,"added Kolva about the pain he felt from his ribs.

"Where are we?"

"About a floor down from the entrance we made on the 76th floor. Most of the building's inhabitants have been gone for a while now so we took liberty of the full stocked fridge and not to mention use some of the kolto they had to help save your life,"replied Thoma who was busy looking outside the window which had gone eerier quietly.

"Is the battle over?" He asked looking at the human apprentice.

"The space battle yes. All that remains of the Republic fleet is in orbit or laying strewn all over the planet. Judging from the explosions and sounds of fighting the ground battle is still raging...but it's only a matter of time before the republic and Jedi are defeated,"said Jus giving him a somber look before turning his head away from the window.

Tristan had to agree with the Arkanian, things were not going well for the Republic or the Jedi on Coruscant.

"So what do we do now?" Asked Iris giving the rest of the apprentices a worried look.

Tristan ran a hand through his short brown hair. "We do what we were told to do. We stay alive and protect the holocrons at all cost. The republic isn't going to take this attack sitting down, they will send some aid. But whose knows when that is going to happen."

A/n"This is going to be a long story and I am not sure how long it will take me to finish it. So I welcome any reviews and will read each one of them with care, even if they are to address my bad grammar or spelling. As you can always learn from something. Thanks for your time."