(Onderon, Iziz, several hours following the incident in Victory Plaza)
Stromtrooper- Check around this corner, he canít have gotten far! Move!
(Former Grand Marshal Basil peaked around the corner as the stromtroopers marched past)
Basil- Blast it! That was too close! First Bartolo drags me into this whole mess and now, I donít even know where he is!
Voice- Try looking behind you.
(Basil jumped back as Bartolo dropped down behind him)
Basil- By the King! Never do that again, uncle! Where have you been? I never have even seen you run that fast before.
Bartolo- I find that when threatened, the Force can often find a way of letting even an old man like me escape, as it is I have a new plan to fetch your son back.
Basil- Uncle are you serious?! The Empire controls that square! There is no way we are getting in!
(Basil sighed as Bartolo flased a wide grin at him)
Basil- What do you have in mind?
(Victory Palza, several hours later)
Basil- Are you sure of this uncle?
Bartolo- Shh! Of course I am. Just act like a pompous aristocrat and those guards will never be able to tell you are not the real Royal Guards Captain.
Onderon Guard- Halt! Who goes there?
Basil- Ahem! What is this? Can you not see that I am the Captain of the Royal Guard, or do they not educate the commoners on how to properly address their betters?
Onderon Guard- Sir, I apologize but we are under strict lockdown, unless you have official business-
Basil- Official business! I am the guard of the king! While you keep me waiting, a thousand assassins could be set upon him right this moment! I would suggest that unless you wish an immediate transfer to Duxn, that you step aside.
Stormtrooper- Guard, is there a problem here?
Onderon Guard- Umm, ahem! No sir. I was just letting the Royal Guard Captain enter.
Basil- Thank you. Good day.
(Bartolo chuckled softly as Basil hurriedly walked through the palace portcullis)
Basil- I suppose you think that was terribly funny, doing all of those acrobatics right behind those soldiers.
Bartolo- In fact, I do.
Basil- Never mind, let's go.
Basil- Uncle, up ahead! I think I hear something!
(Basil excitedly began down the ornate hallway as Bartolo stopped for a moment, gripping his head)
Bartolo- Hold up just a moment nephew.
Basil- What is it uncle?
Bartolo- Now, Basil... I just want to prepare you, well, it's been quite a while since you have seen your boy, and... I just want you to be prepared-
(Bartolo stopped, Basil's eyes were wide and excited, his attention focused at the end of the hallway)
Basil- What was that?
Bartolo- Oh, bah nothing! Just the ramblings of an old man!
Basil- Then let's go! Ten years since I last saw my son!
(Bartolo sighed as he looked off into the jungle mountains in the distance, before slowly moving to catch up to Basil)
Bartolo- What is it?
Basil- I see something just beyond here, in the gardens. I'm going to see what it is.
Bartolo- Careful now and just remember what I said.
(Bartolo nodded excitedly, and peered around the corner. An elaborately dressed young man and a dark hooded figure faced off as Basil whispered to Bartolo)
Basil- Konstantin! My son!
Bartolo- Shhh. Let us watch for now.
Dark Figure- No! Use your anger! Strike again!
(Bartolo quickly pulled Basil back into the shadows as Konstantin let our a cry of rage and charged at the dark figure, who easily avoided his thrust with a crimson lightsaber)
Dark Figure- No! Wrong again! Use your anger to heighten your senses, not blind you! Let the Dark Side flow through you, let it empower you! Now attack!
Basil- My son, is a sith?
(Basil looked on in disbelief and shock as Konstantin charged the Dark Jedi who again sidestepped the attack, and let out a cackling bolt of lighting, hitting him square in the back)
Dark Jedi- Bah! You will never become a Sith, never realize your true potential if you do not open yourself to the Dark Side! King or not, I will teach you by pain to carve these lessons into your mind!
(Konstantin yelled and writhed in pain as the lighting coursed through his body)
Basil- That is my son! This is this is the King of Onderon! They can not do this!
Bartolo- Wait Basil! We can not do anything now!
Dark Jedi- Now, kneel! I teach you because the Emperor commands me so, and because the prophets decree it, but not for you. You are nothing without the Empire. Without the Dark Side you will never have true power and you will never be free.
(Basil wrestled himself free from Bartolo's grasp and faced him, his eyes burning with steely determination)
Basil- Uncle, I will not stand to see my son suffer, wise or not I will do this.
Bartolo- Basil, stop. We can't-
Basil- Stop! In the name of the King!
(Basil fired a blaster at the Dark Jedi, who swiftly batted the shot away)
Dark Jedi- Ah, and the prodigal father finally comes! And here I thought you were just going to stand behind that door as I tortured your son. I am Lord Feraoh, appointed by the Prophets of the Dark Side to train this miserable fool.
Feraoh- Hmm, what a wonderful opportunity this presents! Acolyte prove to me that you are worthy of my instruction: kill your father.
Konstantin- It will be done.
(Bartolo activated his blade as Konstantin moved closer to his father)
Basil- My son! I -I... why are you doing this!
Konstantin- The Dark Side is the only way to made Onderon strong again! If killing you is price of power, then I will not hesitate to strike you down!
Basil- Do not do this! I cannot fight my own son!
Konstantin- Then prepare to die father!
(With unnatural agility Bartolo leaped in the path of Konstantin's blade, using his superior swordsmanship to push the king onto the defensive)
Bartolo- Have you no honor boy? You cannot strike down a defenseless man, much less your own father!
Konstantin- I will do what I must Jedi!
Bartolo- Jedi? I am your granduncle-
(Feraoh unleashed a blue streak of lighting, sending Bartolo flying back)
Konstantin- Why did you do that?! I could have taken him!
Feraoh- Even his archaic form of swordsmanship is more than a match for you! Kill your father! The Jedi is mine!
(Konstantin again approached his father as Bartolo watched on in horror)
Basil- Son, please. I -
Konstantin- Goodbye father!
(Bartolo broke off his deflection of the lighting, redirecting it into a powerful lighting storm blasting Konstantin and Basil back)
Feraoh- What! Impossible! No!
Bartolo- Basil! Run now!
(Konstantin coughed as he pushed himself to his feet, grasping his side as lighting still smoldered from him)
Konstantin- What...was that?
Feraoh- Silence boy! I will deal with this failure later!
(The holoprojector flashed to life, the image of Governor Nassos appearing)
Feraoh- Governor this is Lord Feraoh, lock down the Plaza immediately! Instruct you soldiers to kill anything coming in or out, do not let these scum escape alive!
(Bartolo and Basil rushed out of the Palace as Stormtroopers and Onderon Guards closed in around them)
Basil- What now Uncle?
Bartolo- Well, Basil, we stand and fight! Just like our warrior ancestors of old did against the Mandalorians!
Voice- I have a better idea.
(Bartolo and Basil glanced over as another hooded figure stepped out of the side alleyway)
Man- Come with me if you want to live.
Bartolo- I do not usually take advice from strange people in alleys, but I will make an exception just this once.
Stormtrooper- Stop right there! You are under arrest!
Man- Keep running! My drexyl is just around the corner!
Basil- Did he say drexyl?!
Bartolo- By the Force! Yes he did, nephew. Hop on, quick!
(The mysterious man opened fire on the stormtroopers as they closed in, blasting them with a blue bolts)
Onderon Guard- Halt! In the name of the King!
(The man produced a small thermal detonator as more guards approached, dropping it as he ran)
(The detonator exploded in a fiery conflagration, as the roar of a drexyl filled the Plaza)
Nassos- What in blazes! Stop them! Shoot them down!
Rhenn- It is too late Governor.
Nassos- What in the name of the Emperor are you two doing then! Here I hired you to kill those...rebels, and now you tend to the wounded?! I have thousands of soldiers to replace that one-
Rhenn- Calm yourself Governor, we are only doing as you requested.
Dackr- Analysis complete Agent Rhenn, burns are standard for Republic Intelligence standard issue sidearms as are explosion patterns of the thermal detonator.
Nassos- Republic Intelligence? Then that means-
Feraoh- Governor I warn you, I want those rebels dead. The Jedi, the king's father, all of them! I am placing this entire planet under martial law. I will not tolerate failure Governor, find them, or you will find yourself and all that you have worked for destroyed.
Nassos- Grrh! That maniac will destroy everything! You want my ten finest me? Fine. You can have an entire battalion just find them!
Rhenn- You are most kind Governor, however the ten will do.
Dackr- Indeed Agent Rhenn. There is only one place where they could flee to riding a drexyl: the moon of Duxn.