The Jedi Who Loved A Padawan

Gone

5 Months Before Order 65

Chaos was in the training hall practicing his new lightsaber form in his signature black Armor. It was a mix of Makashi and and the double bladed fighting style and Trakata. He even designed his own for if Trakata called Naakata. He calls this form Doom's Dance.

Trakata focuses on deactivating the lightsaber, using the fact it's a retracting blade to get past saber blocks. Naakata was a version for double bladed lightsaber. He would act as if he were using both sides when I reality he used it as a pike.

Currently he was facing against his brother, wife and child. All three charging him. The rules were no force attacks.

He used his Makashi style with the saber in it's first form. Seeing he was being attack from the side he activated the second blade putting into a 90° angle formation. He shrugged them of a saw Lelita and Naak coming for a down swing on his front. He flipped his Weapon into its 2 form. The double blades clashed with the green and light blue sabers. Chaos jumped back a little. He deactivated his sabers then took them off the hinges. Yup. They were detachable. He used form 4 to pressure them on there fronts. Anakin snuck up behind but before he could give the winning blow. Chaos jumped, did a backflip and landed on Anakin's shoulder. He placed his sabers to his neck.

"Do you yield?"

"We yield."

"Your improving Naak."

"Improving? Dad you just owned a Jedi Knight, a master and a padawan by yourself. Your overpowered." Naak said in disbelief. This was the Naak he knew and loved. Always in awe at the abilities of others. Always doubting herself.

"Later we'll have another spar. But it'll be me and you. If you even force me to start trying I'll teach you....hmmm. should I teach you Trakata or form 7?" He asked his daughter.

"Trakata."

"Okay."

Before more dialogue could be exchanged Doom walked inside the training room helmet in hand, with his wives behind him and Ahsoka. The girls looked very depressed. Chaos was about to greet him when he noticed his eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"Doom? What's the matter." Asked Anakin.

"They're dead. Separatists surprised our ships. They laid waste to everyone. Only me, Shark and Leo survived  in an escape pod. The Doom Platoons has been destroyed. Though they survived Leo retired now. He's legible for it. Shark has PTSD so he isn't suited for the battlefield yet." He said somberly. Chaos froze. Only 3 of the thousands of men whom he had ate with, laughed with and fought with were alive. His Legion. His family. His Vodes were dead.

"Ahh. Eh. Ah um ahh. Sigh. C'mere." Chaos was at a loss for words but then urged his little brother Doom to hug him. Doom sauntered over and dropped his helmet and hugged his Vode. The tears Doom held back flowed freely. Chaos was not much of a crier so he opted to brood instead.

" Thanks." Doom said breaking the hug.

"Anytime." He said trying to sound happy.

"Vic, honey?" Tiplar cooed taking his hand.

"Victor, we are so sorry." Said Tiplee taking his other hand. He squeezed them gently.

"Thank you. But sir what will become of the three of us." Asked Doom.

"Hmm. I have an idea. I'll review it with the Kaminoans. For now go rest old friend. You need it.",

Doom nodded and went of with his companions.

Chaos began thinking. He thought of a way thr three ARC troopers would be happy.

He decided to implement the Alpha Class and Null Class ARC Troopers along with the female troopers. The females are highly respected troopers who have the same efficiency of Jango. They're actually in common use. That's why the flagship was sent. To use the females to replenish the diminishing numbers.