The sky, littered with the hulls of warships looking down on the planet below. Corusant would once more be the seat of evil in the galaxy. In the streets and speeder highways not a single soul could be seen, for they knew all too well that the real fighting was to begin and thus retreated to the safety of under-level bunkers.

Meanwhile above the clouds, on the landing pad of the Imperial Palace, two Jedi Knights – fresh from their training had ambushed Tidus and his armed escort. The Knights drew their sabers, waiting for Tidus to make his move. The guards raised their weapons at the invaders but Tidus signalled them to be lowered with his left hand.

“I didn’t realise that the Jedi sent assassins now, my how they’ve progressed in five-thousand years.” Tidus announced, his mask heavily removing any trace of organic feeling from his voice.

The two Knights remained silent. However, the obviously younger of the two looked over to the elder for reassurance.

“As you wish…” Tidus concluded as he drew his saber in which the red kyber crystal was clearly unstable and the energy pulsated through in overloaded quantities.

Tidus lunged into the fray, separating the Knights from each other.

Sabers clashed and sparks of iridescence light filled the air. The swaying sounds of the sabers being thrown around was drowned out by the solid crashing sound of the blades colliding.

Each desperate attack made against Tidus were merely deflected with minimum effort made on his part. TO him this fight was nothing more than a well-rehearsed dance.

But soon, the Knights found their resolve dampening. They weren’t gaining any ground and Tidus was clearly holding back. But why?
To mock them?

Or maybe assess their abilities and pick a worthy apprentice.

The elder knight attempted to force push, sending two guards off the edge of the docking pad and down do the streets miles below. However, Tidus was unscathed by such a meagre show of power.

“Is that all you have? Pathetic.” Tidus mocked.

The elder knight gripped the hilt of his saber firmly. He thought that he and the other knight would have been able to defeat Tidus had they worked together, but his master had often warned him that his great ambitions would lead him into trouble if he wasn’t prepared for the challenge that he had set himself. This caused a swelling of emotions to begin to rupture within himself, and Tidus knew this.

“Even my twelve-year-old son could land a hit on me with a training staff.” Tidus remarked, ever pushing the Knight to the edge. 

And soon he could no longer control his emotions...