Star Wars: Age of Peace - Chapter 1: The Disturbance

Cregan and Greye exchanged an annoyed look.
"The Galactic Union is willing to offer you a shortened sentence if you tell us the whereabouts of your brother, Reyuun Haz," Cregan said calmly.
Greye rolled his eyes and stared coldly at the Twi'lek.

"If I had my way you'd be in a cage with a Rancor," Greye bursted.
"Greye! Please," Cregan said. "Perhaps another tactic will work."
Cregan raised his hand and closed his eyes reaching out with the Force.
"You will tell us where your brother is," Cregan said.

Cregan lowered his hand and turned to Greye.
"You think he's telling the truth?" Greye asked.
"I sense to trickery in him," Cregan said. "He isn't lying."
"Dammit," Greye said. "So we're back at square one."
Cregan turned back to Thagus.
"Is there anywhere he might have run off to?" Cregan asked.
Greye raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"Thank you," Cregan said. "I'll speak with the Union about your sentence. Greye, let's go."
The pair left the cell, closing the door behind them. They walked down the hallway a bit before Cregan lifted an eyebrow at Greye.
"Something is troubling you," Cregan said. "Is it about your family."
"Haz is one of the biggest slavers in the galaxy," Greye said. "If anyone knows what happened to my family, it's him."
"Be careful how you proceed in this case, padawan," Cregan warned. "Long ago another young Jedi fell to the Dark Side vowing to free slaves."
"You speak of Darth Vader?" Greye was taken aback by the comparison to the Sith Lord.
"We will find your family and help them how we can," Cregan said. "But first we need to find Haz."
Greye nodded and the two moved into the hangar, boarding their ship. As Cregan took his seat beside Greye in the cockpit, a bleep on the control panel indicated an incoming transmission.
"The Council," Cregan said, pressing the call button.
A holographic image of Liib Nexu, the elder Jedi appeared on the console.
"Cregan," he said. "The Council has called an urgent meeting you are needed at the Temple."
"We are on our way," Cregan said, pressing the dismiss call button.
"What's happening?" Greye asked.
"I don't know, but it sounds like an emergency," Cregan said. "Best be on our way."
They took off and headed back to the Temple on Coruscant.

Meanwhile, at the Jedi Temple, Gungan Jedi Malewa Loosa and Saren Geth are practicing lightsaber combat. Their lightsabers clash again and again as they fight playfully with one another. As he backs up, the Gungan trips and falls, lightsaber deactivating and flying out of his hand. The room erupts with laughter as the robed figure of Jok Torn entered the room.
"What's going on in here?" he demands.

"I see," Torn said sternly. "The Council has called a meeting and the Padawans are to report to the meditation room until the preceding has ended."
"What-sa happenin'?" Malewa asked.
"It is not a matter for Padawans. I suggest you two join your fellow Jedi in the meditation room. We will fetch you if needed."
And with that Torn left for the Council chamber.
"Must be sometin' moi serious if Torn gettin' nervous," Malewa said to Saren.

"No thank you," Torn said brushing the food away from him. "We have more important matters to attend to now. If what the Council suspects is true... May the Force help us all."
Torn rubbed his forehead and stopped, hanging his head low as if overcome with a sickness.

"I feel... something," Torn said, rubbing his head. "I feel... a disturbance. We must speak with the Council, now."

Cregan and Greye landed at the Temple and the pair quickly moved through the halls.
"Join the other Padawans in the meditation room," Cregan said. "I'll be back shortly."
Greye nodded and moved to the large open room the Jedi used for meditation. The other Padawans were sitting around in a silent nervous tension. Most were discussing the bizarre circumstances of the urgent Council meeting. Some were meditating in silence. A few were toying with some of the training sabers. Greye saw Malewa and Saren sitting and approached them.
"Greye!" The Gungan cried. "You-sa back!"
"Just landed with Master Cregan," Greye said. "Sounds like something serious is going down. Master Liib sounded worried."
"We-sa just talkin' about dat. What'sa you-sa thinkin' Saren?"

"The Sith were wiped out when the Empire fell," Greye pointed out. "You don't honestly think this has anything to do with them?"

"Ooooohhhhh..." Malewa moaned. "Me-sa no want to tink about da Sith-in. Tha-sa bad juju."
Greye sighed. "The Sith aren't back, Malewa," he said. "If they were back we'd feel it, right? The Force would be unbalanced or something, wouldn't it?"

"Several members of the Council have felt a great disturbance in the force," Master Liib explained. "A disturbance the likes of which have only been recorded during the ancient Clone Wars."
"What does it mean?" asked Master Torn.
"It is unclear," Liib said. "But we must suspect the worst. The Sith may be on the rise."
There was an audible mumble among the members of the Council. The room was now abuzz with speculation and gossip.
"Can we be sure of this?" Cregan asked.
"Who cares?" Interrupted young Master Demmos Visc. "If the Sith are back I say we take the fight to them and wipe them out like the rebellion did after the fall of the Empire."
"This is not a matter to be taken lightly," Liib said. "We can't be certain, but we do know that the Force has become unbalanced. We've all felt it. The anger, the rage. If the Sith have returned we need a plan."
"It seems strange," Cregan said. "There can only be two Sith Lords. And the last two were killed during the fight between the Empire and Rebels. The Inquisitors that were left behind were hunted down and killed. It doesn't seem likely that the Sith could have returned like this."
"Then explain the disturbance in we felt," Torn said.
"I felt no disturbance," said the pure-blood Sith. "We just need to be sure before we start jumping to conclusions. There isn't any proof that the Sith are back."
"Come to think of it, I didn't feel anything either," Demmos said.
"Torn and I did," Liib said. "Anyone else?"

"Agreed," said Torn. "We cannot afford a Sith attack while the Galactic Union is still in its infancy."
"Now, hold on," Cregan said. "You're all talking as if you know the Sith are back. Shouldn't we find some evidence before we go storming off declaring war on an enemy we don't even know is there."
"No one's declaring a war," Liib said. "I agree that we need to proceed with caution, but we must find the source of this disturbance. Sith or not, whatever this is, it must be stopped."
"Could it be Rectar?" Torn asked.
"No," Liib said. "If it was Rectar we'd all know about it. Plus, his presence isn't this strong."
"We need to do something," Demmos said. "Let me go track down this disturbance."
"No," Cregan said. "You said yourself, you can't feel it. Besides, you're needed here with your apprentice. The two of you will be going to Sriluur to track down Haz."
Demmos sighed and sat back in her chair. "As you wish."
"Torn and Liib should investigate this matter further as they seem to be the most susceptible to this disturbance," Cregan suggested.
"Perhaps you should accompany us," Liib said. "Your knowledge of the Sith may prove useful should our search bare fruit."
"Of course."
"Frey," Torn said. "We need you to prepare the Padawans in case of an emergency, but they must not learn of what we've discussed here."

"What-sa dey saying?" Malewa asked from behind Saren.

"Oh dis-sa moi moi bombad," Malewa said. "You-sa thinkin' the Sithi-in comin' here?"

On the unknown planet of Carrivar, the newly founded Sith Council gathers to discuss its plan. At its head Darth Kronus sits proudly with his apprentice Darth Tartarus as the rest of the Sith gather. Darth Zufyz, the Wookiee, Darth Utinni, the Jawa, and RS-X13, the assassin droid, all gather in the circular chamber of the newly built Sith Temple.
"Our plans are almost complete," RS-X13, sometime called 'Bolts', said in his low toned robotic voice. "The trainees are learning quickly and will soon be able to take on the Jedi."