No one ever got the jump on Brandon so this sudden suprise was not exactly welcome
" what the fuck " he snarled as he saw the man, a quick assesment told Brandon that this man was stronger than he look and he had a lightsaber dangling from his belt.
" impressive " said Brandon Honestly
" what is it you want old man?"
"You." Les said honestly and stepped forward, "Or at least I'd like to see what you're made of." Les had a familar feeling with this boy. What was it? Just...familiar. "My name is Les Crafter. I am a Jedi Master of the Old Republic and I am here to take you to Master Skywalkers temple at his request."
" see there lies the problem I dont take well to being taken anywhere "
In a flash two red blade shot out and Brandon stood in a battle stance, two lightsabers now in his hands. His stance was low and was obviously practised. This boy had lightsaber training but his stance was rare, maybe only a handful of jedi had eveer used it
" i suggest you come no further Jedi "
Suddenly it hit him, "Where did learn that stance?" He asked not making a move to his lightsaber at all, but instead stepping forward.
Brandon gave a laugh, a laugh that had the galaxy had heard before.
" Whats it to you Jedi? Suprised I know how to use a lightsaber? But guess what Im more than a novice "
His violently emerald eyes glowed before he leaped into the air and shot towards Les spinning in a blur of red light.
Les flicked his fingers aside as Brandon flew into a wall collapsing onto the ground. Les walked over casually and smiled, "I'm not a novice either my boy. But if it's a duel you want, then it's a duel you shall have." Stepping back, he pulled out his lightsaber as a snap hiss rang out and an aqua blue blade poured its light in the surrounding streets. People scattered as they saw what was unfolding and Les stood at the ready, "Your move young one."
Brandon gritted his teeth and spun his legs in a whirlwind like motion rising to a hand stand from which he flipped to his feet. " catch this " He hissed as he launched another technical flurry of moves towards les
Les blocked each attack without much movement and once again pushed him aside. He half grinned, "Your anger is your downfall young one. It gives you a kind of strength, but no control. Your mind is clouded. Release your anger and be ride of it. Only then will you control the Force and learn the true ways of the lightsaber."
Brandon was insane with fury at this stage, he just couldnt hit him. Steeling himself he began to spin his blades infront of him. At first slowly but gradually faster and faster until a sort of red mist seemed to surround him. With extreme caution he began to advance using this technique that the old sith lord on the holocron had taught him
Les raised an eyebrow slightly, "Interesting." He said to himself and stepped back to watch. He was not in the least threatened, but instead was intruiged by this boys determination and advancement with a lightsaber.
How could he have learned this? He thought. Les had never seen this before, but saw it's trick. It was a deception of the eye, so Les used the Force to clear away the clouds and saw the boy clearly. "Impressive young one, but can you control it?"
Brandon's rage was barely under check at this stage, giving up all technique he dived at Les with both lightsabers out strecthed in an attempt to impale the man
Les had seen this move many many times with one of his old masters after the Anakin's slaughter. Half grinning and almost seeing time slow, he stepped out of the way and let the boy barrel into a wall. Les stood over the boy and pointed his lightsaber at the boy's throat.
"You are beaten. I suggest you stand down young one..." Les said.
Brandon knew he was right, he couldn't beat this man but damned if he was going to sand down. Quick as a flash he jerked back then ducked down rolling away from Les. Without missing a beat he began to run, faster than seemed possible and he vanished into the darkness of Narshadda. On the ground where he had stood next to Les moments earlier lay to Ornate lightsabers. On them inscribed in silver was
" WE ARE THE BLADES OF DARKSABER "
Les watched the boy bolt off, but didn't follow. He sighed as he extinguished his blade and attached it to his belt. Looking down he saw the inscription and his heart skipped a beat. His mouth gapped open as he bent down and picked them up. "Oh boy..." He said to himself and stoyed them away under his cloak. He was going to have to find this boy and soon.
Stretching out with the Force, he felt millions of creatures in the city. It was hard to focus with all the emotion and darkness spread about, but he was able to find a general direction of an angered boy with Force sensative powers. Putting on a grim look, he trudged onward to find the boy.
A few kilometres away from the scene of the fight Brandon was sitting in the shadows of a dark alley. He was furious, not because he had lost his fight but because he had lost his lightsabers. His only link to a past he was denied was now gone.
Kicking the wall in frustration he moved on
It had been a few hours. A few hours of long trudging through dark alleys and disgusting sights. Eventually, he felt the Force almost screaming out to him at the top of a building. The feeling was once again familiar.
Bracing himself, he lept high onto a platform and then onto another. He kept jumping from platform to platform until he eventually reached the top of the building. His boots slammed onto the concrete and he looked around. It was empty. There was no one here.
He sat down cross legged and began to think of where this boy could be. His eyes darted here and there and then he smirked. Closing his eyes, he stretched out with the Force again and heard its call. There was a hidden entrance leading into the bulding that he would have missed had he not had the Force.
Standing up, he noticed that the area overlooked most of the city. Kicking some rubble aside, he saw a door. Pulling it open, he saw nothing but blackness. He jumped in and pulled out his lightsaber, letting the aqua light pour over the walls and cutting through the blackness.
"BOY!" He called out. "Or should I say Kamatura?!" Les asked his eyes still searching.
Though Brandon couldn't explain how he knew, he felt Les arriving before he actually saw him materialise in the darkness. Decidng that combat wouldn't win the day he said
" what do mean old man, and more to the point what do you want?"
"What I want is for you to come with me. I can train you and help you to control the powers you have. What I mean is how did you get these lightsabers? I know the man that once owned these lightsabers." Les said seriously, still not able to see him with his eyes. However, he did know exactly where he was through the Force.
Brandon didn't have the faintest idea what this guy was talking about and figured him to be crazy.
" I am not going anywhere with you old man, and bullshit you know who owns the blades. Not even I know. "
"His name was Dante Kamatura. He was formerly known as the Dark Lord Darksaber. After turning to the light side of the Force, he was one of my teachers and masters. For a long time, him and my master were brothers, until my master was killed and he took over. He was one of the fiercest warriors I've ever known. Which brings us to you young one. You can't control the Force. It is controling you. I can help you to control what you feel. I know what it's like to not have control, to burst out in anger and think it is the only way. It isn't. There is a better, more powerful way." Les knew how to play the role. He had been a master for a long time and knew what to say.
Brandon was caught between wanting to laugh and wanting to listen. The man seemed to know him, or at least know what he was going through. At the same time he could be just some recruiter for a merc army army.
One thing was clear though, this man did know darksaber. Brandon could always tell when people were lying to him even without seeing their faces.
" I tell you what old man you tell me more about this darksaber and How those blades came to belong to my father and I will hear you out on your propostion "
"Under one condition..." Les said thanking for Force he would at least listen. "Give me your name."
"Fair enough, though much good it will do you "
Brandon flicked a switch and the room was filled with light.
" My name is Brandon, I dont have a second name so dont ask "
"Alright Brandon." Les extinguished his blade and put it back on his belt. He looked at Brandon in the light and nodded, "So, what do you want to know?"
Brandon threw him self lazily onto a chair without offering one to Les and spoke.
" first of all how did you find me on Nar Shadda, its a pretty big place. Second of all give me clear details of why exactly you want me to go somewhere with you and thirdly why do you care that those blades found their way to me"
" and finally why do you look at me like you know me"