Good News, the story is over! Bad News...though this was a trilogy, we weren't able to save the third story...and someone...Glares at JW didn't finish his part! Now, enjoy the final chapter...and asummary of what was supposed to come...

Naomi walked silently beside Charles and Savannah. Jacen and Antilles led the way. She had been starting to feel different, but she didn’t know what it was. Her stomach hurt a little bit when she was under stress, and her emotions seemed out of her control. Earlier, after Solo and Jack had left, Charles was laughing with Savannah and Naomi rounded on him and shouted. She pushed this out of her mind and drew in a deep breath. After letting it out, she muttered the Jedi Code to herself, accentuating There is no emotion, there is peace. She felt much better after this. And closed her eyes and “looked” at her surroundings. There was a family of three Twi’Leks standing outside a tall, dark towering building that went so far in the sky that it seemed to never end. A small garden with a vibrant, red rose greeted the Corellians as they entered. Sith soldiers patrolled the streets, shaking down anyone that looked suspicious. Drawing the force around her, Naomi cloaked her presence in the Force, and she felt the rest of the team do the same. She opened her eyes back up.

Jacen looked back at her. “So how do you know Jack? I kind of get a funny feeling from him… It’s like… I know him… Like a distant memory…” He laughed after he said that.

Naomi shrugged. “He’s just a friend that I met.”

Jacen looked a little put down. “We’re almost there. When we get inside, we’ll have to be sneaky. We don’t want any unwanted attention.”

A short, squat building loomed ahead of them. A cold wind blew up and Savannah pulled her cloak around her tighter. Charles saw her shiver, and hesitantly grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to him.

“This reminds me of the time when…” But Charles was cut short by a Sith guard.

“Halt.” He brought the rifle up to face Jacen, the one in front. “What is your business.”

Jacen cocked an eye towards Naomi and waved his hand to the guard. “We aren’t the ones your looking for.”

“You’re not the ones I’m looking for.” The guard repeated emotionlessly.

“We can go on in.”

“You can go on in.” The guard pressed a few buttons on the control panel and the door opened.

“We’ll have a nice day.”

“Have a nice day.” The guard repeated mesmerized.

Inside the Sith Embassy, Colonel Antilles took the lead and marched up to the reception desk. The receptionist was a dark-haired woman dressed in a grayish-green Sith Officer uniform. Her hard, blue eyes bored right into Antilles.

“Do you have an appointment?” The receptionist said coldly to the band of rebels.

“Hello Miss…” Antilles looked at her name tag. “Palpatine. We are here to see…” Jacen probed the woman’s mind and sent the name to Antilles. “Master Farson.”

The receptionist’s eyes blanked for a split-second and she looked suspiciously at Charles and Savannah, the younger ones. “Why are there… children?” Charles glared at her and was about to retort, but Savannah held him back.

“They are here to train.” The Colonel said.

Palpatine could feel the Force powerfully inside the two teenagers. “Well follow me this way.” She led them through the door behind her. When the hallway ended, several Sith soldiers, led by a Sith Acolyte stopped them.

The receptionist smiled in that I got you way. “Here they are. The intruders. You can take them from here.” Jacen groped for the hilt of his lightsaber, but a blaster shot was heard echoing throughout the hall, and hit Savannah square between the shoulder blades. But the shot came from behind them.

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Charles turned around, seething with anger at the man in black running away. He force pulled a blaster from one of the soldiers and shot with precise aim at the figure of the man in the dark cloak. He turned around, to see the shot enter his right eye. With a feral scream, he fell and laid still.

Jacen beheaded the first Sith soldier. The blue blade melted through the weak spot in the armor. Two soldiers tried to take him at once, but he force pushed them into a wall. The armored Sith bodies crashed to the floor next to the felled headless body. The receptionist paralyzed Colonel Antilles and ran deeper into the facility. Naomi somersaulted over the Sith Acolyte and brought her angry, yellow blade over his arm. He screamed in pain, and in a blind rage, he stabbed at her. She easily parried and took his other arm. Refusing to give up, he began kicking her.

Colonel Antilles found this quite humorous and shouted at the armless Sith. "What the bloody hell are you doing? Are you daft?"

The Sith yelled back, almost delirious. "It's only a flesh wound!"

Antilles shook his head in dismay and shot him right through the forehead. Amidst the turmoil and confusion, Charles held Savannah's head to his chest. She whispered to him. "Don't lose yourself. The mission is more important Than my death, or your turning to the darkside." Her eyes were glazed and she pointed at one of the Sith running towards them. Charles drew his bat'leth and stabbed the Sith soldier through the stomach. He held his blade above his head with one hand, pointing towards his opposition. Three more Sith soldiers came in through the door and he force jumped towards them, taking them by surprise and off guard. He slaughtered them, and sat the sword by his side. Charles fell to his knees. "Must.. control my anger I am a Jedi now."

A few minutes later, Naomi walked over to him and touched his arm. He lashed at her with his bat'leth, but she dodged it. His bloodshot eyes flashed red at her. He blinked and shook his head and got up. He ran to Savannah. Naomi followed him and picked her up in both arms. She was pale, and loosing blood fast.

"I can heal the wound, but she needs medical care."

"I will stay with her." He offered.

Naomi nodded and gestured for the rest of them to keep moving.

Jacen turned to Naomi. "Looks like there won't be any more sneaking for us."

Naomi started to laugh but cringed again. The feeling passed as quickly as it came, and she ignored it for the moment. Colonel Antilles, Jacen, and Naomi ran to the training academy.

Before anyone went any further, Antilles said stop. He looked around the door, and saw that it was in lock-down. He pressed his ear up against the door and heard sounds of lightsabers. We need to find another way around if we want to stop this blockade. He turned around and found a secret passageway in the wall.

They traveled through it at near-running speed. At the end of it, they found a dead end, with a grate at the top. There were bars of light coming through. Naomi looked up and saw six Sith Acolytes, and three Sith Masters, but no sign of Darth Farson. She telekinetically and silently pushed the grate up and climbed out. Creeping up behind one of the Acolytes, she twisted his neck and laid him down. Jacen crept over to the Master. He pulled out his lightsaber, and ignited it and crippled the Master by cutting off his foot. All in the blink of an eye. All of the Sith then turned, igniting their sabers as well. Colonel Antilles threw a flash grenade at one of the Sith Masters. He yelled. Turn away. And in a flash of bright light, the Sith Master stood there, immobilized, and dazed. He then shot her once in the neck.

Naomi force pushed a nearby crate at one of the Acolytes, but he cleaved through it and advanced towards her. Naomi seemed to flow like water. She never hesitated. Never stopped. Blocking every attack, Naomi then threw several counter-attacks to the limbs, and then the middle of the body. The Acolyte split in half.

Colonel Antilles shot at the fleeing Sith, felling him in three shots. He wiped sweat from his brow and added. "They were weaker than the earlier attacks."

"Malice must have gotten Bastila distracted from her Battle Meditation." Naomi said, fixing her tunic. "Now lets go back for Charles and Savannah."

Back in the hallway, Charles and Savannah were gone. Naomi closed her eyes in concentration... She saw images of death, destruction, chaos. "They are in the armory. And Savannah is still alive, if barely."

In the armory, they saw Charles holding his blade over a live Sith soldier. His helmet was off, and he was kneeling on the ground. Charles blade was on his neck, and the soldier was whimpering.

Naomi yelled at him. "Stop this madness!" Charles slowly took his blade off, and he looked at Naomi. "They tried to hurt her." He explained.

He picked up Savannah in his arms, and they headed for the exit. When they got to the reception desk, Charles stopped. "I'm... I'm sorry. I don’t know what got a hold of me."

"It's ok. You mastered it. That’s why you're still with us." Naomi suddenly had a look of dismay on her face and looked around. "Where's the body. The man who shot Savannah?" They all looked around, and then Jacen looked under the desk and blanched. Charles came over and what he saw disgusted him. The charred skeleton of a man in a black cloak sat there, with a perpetual grin on his face. On the forehead he saw a red etch of an eye, and in his hand was a blaster that was still hot-to-the-touch.

"Sith spawn!" Antilles muttered under his breath. "Let's get out of here, and to a medic for Savannah."

And to see what's wrong with me... Naomi thought.

Star Forge

Malice was fighting for his life. Surrounded by armored soldiers and Sith Acolytes, he was surprised that he had made it this far. He saw a line running up the ramp to him as three were fighting him at the same time. He threw his lightsaber like a spear, plunging it right into the chests of all that were coming up the ramp. At the same time, he leaped into the air, kicking the three surrounding him off of the platform, down into the abyss below. His saber came streaking back to him, and he leaped, catching the saber, and moving forwards into the depths of the station. He proceeded further up, not knowing that he was taking the same path as Revan. He reached the top, ready to fight Bastila, when, through the doors emerged her apprentice.

Malice looked into the Sith’s eyes, red and filled with hatred. “Malice. My master does not want to be disturbed, especially by you.” He ignited his saber, ready for Combat.

“You will just be a warm up.” Malice drew his blade, and leaped at the apprentice. The apprentice leaped at the same time, meeting in mid-flight, and using the force to keep them up. The crashes were heard through out the Forge.

As they descended, the apprentice started driving him to the edge. The Sith was younger than him, but was not as well trained. Malice fought back, pushing in the other direction. Before reaching the other side. The sith looked at the red twi’lek and charged, finding him self with a red blade in his gut. He looked up into the eyes of Malice and smiled.

The sith took a step, feeling the saber move further into his body. Then another step. The blade went in deeper, with each step, and Malice could here when it emerged out through the sith’s back. He just stood there, Dumbstruck, till the apprentice was upon him.

The man push him, sending them both over the edge, hurtling downwards to who knows where. The Sith would seem to die. He kept on punching Malice as they fell. Trying to kill him before the wound in his gut did. Malice looked down and saw a platform coming up to meet them. The speed of their descent will kill them no matter how soft the surface was. Concentrating through the punches of the apprentice, Malice used the force to push himself across and to decrease his fall.

He reached out and caught the edge, listing to the sith continue to fall. He shook his head as he pulled himself up and looked up to see how far he had fallen. He reached out and pulled his lightsaber to him as it fell past. “How far the mighty have fallen.” He muttered and then chuckled at his joke. He soon thought of his plan of action and then rested for it. He was going to go for a crazy ride.

Malice centered himself and though of what he was about to do. If he made on wrong move, there was the chance that he would not make it out of here alive. The chance was that he would fall to the depths of the Forge. The chances were quite high that he would not survive a mistake. He meditated, which was hard with all the dark energy surrounding him. He got up and clipped the lightsaber to his belt and looked up the wall s of the Star Forge. He took a deep breath and squatted. Now or Never… and he leaped. Flying upwards and over towards the wall. He used the force to control his trajectory, and to fix his movements. He started moving his legs, and bracing I’m self for what was next.

As he neared the wall, he used the force for greater speed. And when his feet touched, he started running. The force flowed through him as he ran up the 90-degree angle. This wasn’t in my plan. he saw a pylon reaching out in his path. He drew his lightsaber a threw it, cutting through the metal. He ducked as it fell towards him.

Closer he came to his goal. And he felt that there were others waiting for him. He drew out his lightsaber again. He passed the level that he had fallen from, and leaped out over it. He spun his saber, blocking the blaster bolts coming at him. He spun in the air and pointed the saber down. using the force he increased his speed and slammed down, sending through the ground and sending out a shockwave that through everybody off of the platform.

He stood up, removed his lightsaber from the ground, and turned to the door. He forced it open and saw Bastila standing there.

“Malice, you should be dead in that cargo bay!”

“I have friends in high places.” He ignited his blade. “I don’t want to have to kill you.”

“Then I will do the same to you as I did in the cargo bay. But this time I will watch you suffer.” She drew her blade out.

“Very well then.” He charged at her and their blades crashed. Red on red. Flashes through the control room of the forge. Slowly he whittled her down. Moving at speeds that were above her comprehension.

He brought her to her knees. “You can return to the light, as I did. I will not kill you.”

“Never!” she stood back up and tried to kill him again. This time his hand meeting her head, throwing her to the ground.

“You are Jedi. Look into your heart, you know what you are doing is wrong.”

She attempted to stand up again, only to fall to her knees again. “You are wrong.”

Malice reached into her mind, and influenced her so that she saw her former master.

“Bastila, this is not you.” Malice told her, through the image of her former master. “You are Jedi. Return to the light.”

“No master. No.” She struggled to get up again. “I serve Revan now. I know the weakness of the lightside.”

“Bastila, The light is stronger than you think. It takes more strength to follow the path of righteousness than to fall to greed and hate. Do you understand the strength? You are Jedi, You are strong in the light.”

“Yes master. I understand. I must undo what I have done. I must destroy this facility!” She struggled to get up again, and Malice helped her.

“It was my mission to destroy this place. Tell me how.” Malice told her.

“It needs two people on the inside to destroy the Forge. And we would not have enough time to escape.” She looked up at him, “I could do this alone.”

Malice looked out the window to the stars, “I need this to fully redeem myself for all the pain and suffering I have wrought.”

“Take me over to the console.” He carried her and set he down leaning against the computer. She opened the communications. “Pilot. I need you to remove the Ebon Hawk from the cargo bay. Take it anywhere. I don’t care, and dismantle the HK unit in there. It’s time for Revan’s legacy to come to an end.” She deactivated the communications and made sure nobody would come back in and turned to Malice. “Here’s what we need to do…”-

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Malice heard the hum of the Forge cease, and the slight pull of it leaving it’s position around the star. “What’s going to happen now?”

Bastila looked at him. “We will be pulled into the star and the Forge will be vaporized. Along with everybody inside.”

“And we will have made our final contribution in ending the legacy of Revan and Malak.” He looked at her, “May the Force be with us.”

“May the force be with all.” She wiped a tear from her eye that had formed. At the look from Malice she explained, “I don’t want to die alone.”

He walked over and held her. “Nobody ever does, and I will be right here to the end.”

They sat there and waited for the end in each other’s company.

The Admiral’s Estate

Naomi sat brooding about the day’s events, sitting in an elegantly designed silver chair shadowed in the darkness, with only the moon to lighten it up. Her companions were in the other room, celebrating Corellia’s freedom from oppression. Jacen Starruner walked in, followed by the eyes of Keiran Halcyon.

“Hey Naomi, come on in here. Have some food and drink.” He said completely oblivious to her state of mind.

Naomi smiled solemnly. “No thanks, I need to meditate.”

The older and wiser Jedi, Master Halcyon, understood that she just wanted to be left alone, and motioned for Jacen to come back. The door closed behind him, and her thoughts crept back. How could this be… I am a Jedi… I should have known better… One moment of weakness… Aranel was gone, her one true love. She closed her eyes and a mountain appeared in front of her. Then, she was on the mountain and she saw a city below her, burning. Then, she was in a temple, with flashing, blue runes etched across the walls. Then, three blue shapes were screaming in pain, while a darker one tortured them, indefinitely. Naomi couldn’t open her eyes, as a terrible voice spoke in her head. ”I can torment them forever and ever, until the end of time” And ended in a horrible, head splitting laugh. Her eyes popped wide open, and she knew that she was seeing through Aranel’s “eyes”. And she knew why…

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“Well, Naomi, after rereading the tests, and taking into consideration your symptoms, I have some news for you…” The doctor looked at her with wise, brown eyes. He had a large, drooping moustache, and his hair was white. He has short, balding hair and he was wearing a white, doctor’s tunic.

“Well…” Naomi bit her lip in nervousness. “What is it? What’s wrong with me?”

The doctor looked her up and down, as if seeing if she was capable of handling the news. “You are pregnant.”

Naomi was speechless, and her jaw dropped. How could this be? I should have known this, with the Force..

She finally was able to speak. “Thank you, doctor..” And hung her head in deep thought.

The doctor cleared his throat. “Would you like to know whether it is a boy or a girl?”

Naomi thought about it for a minute. “No, I don’t want to know yet.” The doctor nodded and left the room. Naomi hoisted herself up off of the table, and went to check on Savannah who was doing much better. She had lost a lot of blood, but when Naomi came in, Savannah smiled without looking at her, or even opening her eyes.

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Naomi got up, and went on into the ballroom. Savannah and Charles were dancing, and the Admiral and his wife were dancing, and even Jadzia and Jack were dancing to the dancehall music. She saw Jack pull out a long-stemmed rose and put it in her mouth, when they began to tango. Naomi laughed to herself and headed for the punch bowl. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was.

At the celebration the next morning

Jacen , his Master, Halcyon, Admiral Solo, Colonel Antilles, Jadzia and Savannah, Jack and Charles, and Naomi stood in the middle of the street. The new President of Coronet, dressed in his fanciest suit, stood there, speaking to the crowd.

“…they have eradicated the Sith from our planet…” All of the heroes smiled proudly as one by one the President slipped a Medal of Honor over their heads and around their necks.

“Jedi Jacen Starruner… Jedi Master Keiran… Halcyon… Admiral James T. Solo… Colonel Fel Antilles… Jedi Master Jadzia Sisko… Jedi Savannah Yates… Jedi Master Jack Starruner… Jedi Charles Lamont… Jedi Master Naomi Storm…” They all beamed at the crowd.

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Later, back at the Admiral’s Estate, Jacen approached Jack, who was having a conversation with Jadzia. She laughed, and Jack grinned. Jacen cleared his throat.

“Jack, I have a question for you.”

Jadzia and Jack looked at each other. “Alright, what is it. Oh, and good job with the Sith base, I really feel that we did well.”

“Oh, thanks, you too…” He looked down at his feet, formulating his question.

“You seem distracted.” Jack said.

“Well, your name. We have the same one. Starruner. Why is that?”

“Erm…” Jadzia nudged him. “It’s purely coincidence. Don’t worry about it. Just have some fun before we all leave.”

“Alright then, just curious.” They both laughed, and Jacen went back to talk to his Master.

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The next day, they all stood around a ship to leave Corellia on. They had said their goodbye’s to the Admiral and his wife, and to Jacen and Keiran, and the Colonel.

Jack and Jadzia asked Charles and Savannah. “Do you want to come with us? Both of us are going to go back to the future.”

Charles and Savannah both immediately spoke up. “We want to come with you. To see what it’s like. And we wouldn’t leave our Masters in such a dangerous place.” They all laughed. “What about you Naomi?”

Naomi touched her stomach. “I want to stay here, and help with the Corellian Restoration Project. And…” She hesitated. “I am waiting for someone.” They nodded in understanding, and Naomi teared up as she gave the teenagers a hugs, and shook Jack’s hand. “Goodbye.” She murmured after they got onto the little Corellian ship to take them back to Mustafar where Jadzia’s ship sat. Naomi about faced, and left everything behind her. After all, there is nowhere else to go, but forward.

A powerful person has entered to Galaxy, Randall Flagg, and hot on his trails is a Keeper of Law, the shapeshifter Odo. Aranel tries to discover his past, andis haunted by visions of searches for her love, Aranel, Odo is aided by a young former Jedi, Willow, andall mixed up in it is a Bothan Jedi Master andher apprentince, and aforce using thief, the latter two with their eyes both onWillow. After finding a way to Randall's StrongHold, Odo does battle with the man in side a Dark Tower, while Aranel mustface down the Ghost of his past...and that's as far as we got...we don't know how that final battle between Aranel and Revan went, But Odo won...woot...

Till we meet again my readers, till we meet again.