Jedi Knight Filvo Jagmin stood atop the roof of a small building looking towards the large building before him. With a sigh, he pulled out his holodisk and accessed his personal log.
Filvo Jagmin: "A few days ago the Council discovered that Darth Lowe, a Wookie Sith Lord and former Inquistitor to the Empire, has settled on DOan. Many years ago, Lowe served as a slave here. Now he has become the Master, enslaving the entire population. I am here to put an end to things. I hope I return, if not then I hope other Jedi will come here and do what I could not. End log."
Taking a deep breath, the ROdian Jedi dashed towards the compound. Getting past Lowe's security force of Clone Wars reprogrammed battle droids was easy enough and the Jedi quickly slipped into the compound without being spotted.
Filvo walked the hallways of Lowe's compound, marvelling at the extravagant decorations and plush fabrics. IF it didn't stink of the Dark Side, Filvo would consider it to be a nice place.
The Rodian stopped beside a cabinet holding three lightsaber hilts. In earlier days, Darth Lowe had served Emperor Palpatine's Inquisitor force until he became unpredictable. Vader sent three expertly trained Inquisitors to track Lowe down. Three days later, a package arrived for Vader containing the severed heads of all three Inquisitors. Filvo looked sadly at the lightsabers, realising that they had once belonged to the three people from the story.
Voice: "Who are you?"
Filvo jumped and spun around, his lightsaber flaring to life. However, when he turned around he found only a Twi'lek slave girl behind him.
Filvo Jagmin: "Forgive me."
Twi'lek: "You're a Jedi! You're here for my Master!"
Filvo Jagmin: "Yes. Please, keep quiet."
Twi'lek: "Sorry! My Master, he is up in his chambers. Please you have to kill him! He has killed so many people on this planet."
Filvo Jagmin: "I am here to stop your Master. Wait in the kitchen for me to return. I will see to you when your Master is stopped."
Filvo Jagmin stood before the wide doors to Lowe's chambers and took a deep breath, drawing upon the Force for strength. Reaching out, he pushed the doors open and walked into the darkness.
A powerful stench hit the Rodian as he walked slowly into the first room of Lowe's chambers.
Moving in further, Filvo felt his stomach churn as he stumbled across a bin of chewed and mutilated skeletons, flecks of flesh still clinging to the bones.
Composing himself, Filvo moved into the next room. Lowe was here, hiding out of sight.
Before Filvo could call out to the Sith he dropped from the rafters, Filvo only just blocking his attack in time.
Filvo quickly spun his double-bladed lightsabers, rolling with Lowe's attack and using the Wookie's superior strength against him.
Seeing an opening, Filvo's hand shot out and called upon the Force to blast Lowe into the previous room.
The Jedi hurried after the Wookie, charging into the next room only to see a chair hurtling through the air towards him.
Flivo ducked and quickly spun his blade around to parry Lowe's next strike.
The Rodian ducked behind the Wookie and threw a skull at his head, knocking the Sith Lord off of his feet.
When Lowe stood however, Filvo realised he had made a mistake. Lowe had fallen into madness, allowing his body to be overrun with mad, uncontrolled rage.
The Wookie charged Filvo, his blade rising and falling almost to quickly for Filvo to parry. Evnetually, Lowe's blade broke through Filvo's defence, catching him in the arm and carving a deep gash down the Rodian's left arm.
With a roar of triumph, Lowe charged forwards and planted his foot in Filvo's chest.
Filvo Jagmin crashed through the doors and crumpled to the floor, his lightsaber falling from his grip.
Lowe smiled as he snatched up the Jedi's blade and quickly cut it in two.
Then, the Wookie marched forwards and grabbed Filvo by the neck. With another roar, Lowe hurled Filvo off of the balcony and down to the stone floor below.
Filvo Jagmin limped quickly back through the compound. His Left arm was painful, he had a chunk of wood sticking out of his right leg and two of his ribs were broken. Weakly, the Jedi picked up one of the three Inquisitor's lightsaber and activated it. He then gathered the FOrce in preparation for Lowe's arrival.
Lowe charged into the room and Filvo acted as quicly as his battered body would let him. With a wave of his hand he sent the two other lightsabers flying through the air towards Lowe.
However, the Wookie neatly dodged both attacks and drove his blade powerfully against Filvo's.
Pushing down on the Rodian's blade, Lowe punched the Jedi in the face and slapped the lightsaber from his grasp.
Filvo Jagmin stumbled backwards, ignoring the low roar that came from Lowe's mouth. With his last bit of energy, Filvo pushed himself to his feet and ran.
The Twi'lek was waiting in th kitchen when Filvo arrived.
Twi'lek: "Master Jedi!"
Filvo Jagmin: "Run! I can't beat Lowe! You have to run!"
Before the girl could reply however, Filvo was thrown onto the kitchen table with a powerful Force Push. Darth Lowe marched slowly into the room.
Lowe leapt towards the table, his blade poised for the killing stroke.
But as Lowe came crashing down upon Filvo he let out a stunned growl.
Silence filled the room and no one moved for a few minutes. Then Filvo rolled the body of Darth Lowe offf of him and onto the floor. Lowe lay still, his eyes filled with shock. Looking at the top of his chest, the Twi'lek could see the fur around his heart was darker than usual.
Filvo Jagmin stood up on the table a looked calmly at Lowe. In his right hand he held a long jagged knife, dripping with the blood of the former Sith Lord.
Tython, two days later and just prior too Master Fentten's appointment to the Jedi Council.
Harash Soru and Cossy Anaron watched as newly appointed Jedi Master Filvo Jagmin limped towards the med centre. Despite his wounds the Rodian had insisted upon giving his battle report first.
Cossy Anaron: "He did well. Exceedingly well in fact."
Harash Soru nodded and smiled.
Harash Soru: "Indeed. That is one Jedi to keep a close eye on I think."