I put the ship into autopilot, and walked into the living quarters, where Ryke and Chyla had sat down.

"Alright, lets see." I started. "In order for me to trust you, I need to know what you look like."

The two of them looked at me oddly.

"We're Mandalorians..." Chyla spoke. "We don't take off our helmets."

"Well, I'm a Mandalorian too." I pointed out. "Obviously. So there's no shame in taking them off."

The two exchanged glances, and then removed their helmets hesitantly.

Rkye was tanned, with brown eyes, and had red hair that was obviously dyed. It was pulled to one side, and the other side of his head was almost completely shaved of hair. There was a half-circle design shaved into the top, and a Mythosaur skull tattoo on the left side of his neck.

Chyla, on the other hand, was almost completely pale. Her eyes were an emerald green, and her hair was somewhat long and wavy, and a dark brunette color. The edges of her hair had a pink-ish frosting, and looked somewhat similar in style to Bo Katan's hair...

"What about you?" Chyla asked. "Let's see your face. Take off your helmet."

I hesitated.

"No." I said slowly. "No, I don't think I will."

"Why not?" Ryke asked sternly.

"Bo Katan trusts me," I pointed out. "Even if she's dead. That should be enough for you to trust me."

With that, I retreated into my quarters, and locked the door.

I sat down on the simple bed that was in the room. There wasn't much else, besides a Holo-mirror on the wall, and a small trunk full of the few personal possessions I had.

Slowly, I opened the trunk, and withdrew a small knife. I turned, turning the knife in my hand. I looked at the holo-mirror, and pressed a button on a remote that called the mirror over so that it hovered in front of me.

Hesitantly, I removed my helmet, and set it on the bed beside me.

I looked at my reflection, the man that I'd become since I last had my helmet off.

Then, slowly, I took the knife, and shaved the beard I'd been growing until it was no longer on my face.

I looked at my new reflection.

I sighed, and put the knife away, and sent the mirror back to it's unit on the wall.

Then, I lied down on the bed, and slowly drifted off into a nap.

I was awoken by a beeping sound coming from the comlink in my helmet. I groaned, sitting up in my bed, and put my helmet back on.

The beeping continued, and I realized it was R5 on the comlink.

"What is it, buddy?" I asked.

He beeped and whistled, then made a concerned noise.

"WHAT!?!?" I shouted. "They took the controls?"

R5 beeped in response.

Angry, I got up and stormed out of my room, then into the cockpit.

Sure enough, Chyla was sitting in the pilot's seat, and Rkye in the copilot's seat, flying the ship themselves.

"What are you doing!?" I shouted, startling them.

Ryke turned around. "We decided to take the controls into our hands and fly to our next destination without your protest."

"And where might that be?" I asked sternly.

Chyla pointed out the cockpit viewport. "Coruscant."

I looked out the viewport, and to my dismay, there was the Empire's capital itself- Coruscant.

"Why are we going here?" I asked, while nervously looking at the Star Destroyers as we passed by.

"There's a palace near the outskirts of the Imperial city." Chyla explained, and activated a hologram of a palace that was oddly shaped like a pyramid. "According to our intel, the Darksaber is being held inside."

"How will we approach?" I asked, studying the hologram.

"Here." Ryke said, pointing to the back side of the palace. "We can quickly drop by the ground at the base of the pyramid, and scale our way up."

We all agreed on this, and I had R5 take the ship's controls to fly us in.

"I'll be back, buddy." I said, and patted the top of his trapezoidal dome. He made a happy beeping sound in response.

We flew in close to the ground near the base of the pyramid, and we each shot out of the airlock chamber individually. Using the grappling caples on our gauntlets, we silently scaled the side of the pyramid, and within a few short minutes, we were inside.

The first room we entered was very large, and completely black. In fact, the whole place was entirely black in color, and only lit by dim, red lights embedded into the ceiling.

The next room was even more confusing. As we walked through, we saw paintings on the wall of peculiar scenes, seemingly telling the tragic story of a man who was betrayed by his brother and lost the woman he loved.

"Ok, the Darksaber should be in the next room." Chyla whispered, and we entered through the door into the largest room we had seen yet.

"Spread out." Ryke whispered. "If you find anything, let us know."

As I crept about the place, I saw even more peculiar things, including a table containing spare pieces of oddly-shaped black armor, including several helmets that had the odd look of a skull.

On one of the walls was a trophy display, containing numerous objects that were metal and cylindrical, and each one had different parts put together to assemble it. I then realized what they were-

"Lightsabers." I muttered. "Whoever this palace belongs to, they must've been involved in the Jedi Purge."

"Chyla, Krypto, come quick. I found it." Ryke's voice came in through the communicator.

The two of us went to Ryke's location, at the head of the room. There was a podium coming out of an indented design on the wall.

And sitting on the podium, held up by two tiny repulsorlifts, was the Darksaber.

"Krypto, you have the honor." Ryke said, stepping aside.

I stepped forward, and put one hand on the hilt, and then the other, then lifted it off the stand, and held it in my hands, just as I had all those years ago...

...but something wasn't right.

It felt.....lighter.

And......weaker.

I flipped the ignition switch, but-

Nothing happened.

"Why isn't it working?" Chyla said worriedly.

"I don't know!" I responded. "It doesn't make sense!"

"Are you sure?" a voice suddenly came from behind us. We whirled around, and in the room's entrance was a brigade of black-armored troopers, led by a familiar, dark-skinned figure, also in black armor.

"Krypto Kinoto." Said the man, as he ignited the real Darksaber. "So glad we could meet again."