If you wish to understand the whole story, go check out avatarjk137's "A Winner is Two!" Forum. As well as said user's story "A Winner is Two: A Survivalist is You!"

This story is for a tournament, this is just the intro. Anyway, read on and I hope you enjoy!

A Winner is Two!

Enforcer Entry: Joruus C'Baoth

She bowed before him, just like his vision.

…Yet his vision had betrayed him, for she came not to serve him, but to slay him.

The lightsaber's hissing sound filled the entire field of collapsed rocks and ferrocrete around them. The red headed woman known as Mara Jade, one of the last of the Jedi, impaled him with intense fury. For to her it was not Joruus who stood before her. But the Emperor, who had controlled her, manipulating her into doing his dirty business.

With his last moments, Joruus screamed. Not like his previous scream which had caused the shattering of the room in the first place that sapped the will of the opposition to fight, neither was it like a scream of a man dead. It was worse, far worse.

The scream was the man tearing his own spirit from flesh, sending it hurtling into the cosmos.

The spirit's movement could be seen from the ethereal plain as causing destruction and tears in the very fabric of space in its wake.

It had no path, no destination, nothing except a seething desire to live. The spirit itself may have not understood what drove them, but it went on.

'…What have I done?' The spirit of Joruus thought. 'I was creating the perfect world. A world needed by those inferior beings.' Dark thoughts began surfacing. 'They did the same thing to me as they did the original Jedi Order, manipulating a Jedi to stop utopia. The Galaxy does not deserve us! And yet, I must…'

Suddenly, the spirit felt a tug, which quickly became a yank as the spirit was forced into a specific spot in the cosmos, called by some unknown force…

Joruus woke up soundlessly. Warily, showing his age, he got up.

He looked around, none too pleased with his surroundings.

It was a charred wasteland, completely flat until there was a wall of earth on both sides, he must have been in a canyon, a rather large one too, both sides were barely visible, although that was also because of the putrid gas obscuring the area.

Yet the old man's lungs must have been rather healthy, for he breathed far easier then he should have been, with only an odd cough or two to show for it.

After letting his surroundings sink in, he murmured 'What is this place?'

He closed his eyes, reaching out with the force, searching for something, anything.

And abruptly, found it.

There was teeming life, but it started so suddenly that there must have been some barrier blocking them.

Perhaps the gas surrounding him now.

It was in all directions. But the only way to go was to follow the valley. He had become accustom to being a hermit. But he had been use to not having to be anywhere in particular (as this gas forced him to), and relying on reading the minds of animals to find locations of food and water. So he really should get out of here, and fast.

Unsteadily, he began moving, towards whatever life he could detect.

'Uuhh, my lord, we have a problem.'

Charles Foster Ofdensen turned around from the computer he had been on to look at his employee, his number was 844. The black and dark grey uniforms that left their arms bare, showing him to be the traditional muscle man he usually hired, with brown eyes and black hair, currently visible due to taking off the black hood that entirely covered their heads. 844 usually stammered when he had to talk to higher-ups, not even bothering with putting up a façade like most of his hired men. Ofdensen got up and stared at him for two seconds, enough to remind 844 of who was boss, but not long enough to increase the man's fear, which would cause him to make further mistakes.

'Then please state the problem.' Ofdensen stated clearly, not allowing any emotion to pass through his clear grey eyes.

'Well sir, one of the remote-controlled aircraft found someone.'

'And this is news, why?' Ofdensen raised an eyebrow. Inwardly, he asked the question he knew the answer to. How had this man made it through the entrance exam, not to mention lived this long?

The answer was behind that hesitant exterior was a very capable and strategic fighter.

844 blushed. 'O-of course sir. He seems to be an elderly man, wearing rather eastern medieval robes, although they look well made.

'Well, it doesn't sound like anybody who should be here. Not to mention no-one new should be arriving for half an hour.' He allowed curiosity to appear on his face; to show 844 he was indeed interested, and it was a good thing he had been told. 'Where is this man currently?'

'My lord, he is in the canyon.'

That caused him to pause, and consider. 'The gas in the canyon should kill anyone in a minute, if they're lucky. How long has he been there?'

'Longer then a normal person should be alive, especially considering the age of the man.'

Possibly there was no time to waste, just because he survived longer then a regular human didn't mean he could survive much longer. '844, get a team of 12 other Klokateers and a helicopter to investigate. When you have apprehended the man, if he is alive, send me a video feed from the helicopter to this computer.' He made sure that the instructions were clear, yet fast. The old man might not have long to live after all, and he was quite curious on how someone could get past security.

'Yes, my lord!' He saluted and hurriedly took off.

Now that he was gone, it was time to consider who this aged man was and how he got here. Admittedly, the barrier isn't online yet, but the security here should have detected people coming to this island and acted accordingly, and there had been no message of anyone nearby. Or even, for that matter, news of anyone dead or gone.

It was pretty conclusive when you put the facts straight. A man managed to get past security, and live longer then should be possible in a hostile environment. That old man wasn't normal, clearly.

Was he dangerous?

Well, that was why he sent Klokateers, he didn't know. After that scare in the last tournament, the idea quickly came to mind that the man was a demon. But Ofdensen couldn't allow bias to seep in, there were plenty of things that old man could be, hadn't the whole last tournament taught oh so many that? Spirits, Genetic Experiments, alternate universe beings; and demons of course.

Of course, even if they were dangerous, they could still be useful. There was an opening for an Enforcer, if he recalled. And if he could get hold of him, he could have more control over the tournament. For any future plans he may have.

Well, unless they had trouble, the Klokateers should have that man in about ten seconds. Ofdensen straightened his glasses and fiddled with his red tie, it was usually good to appear tidy to people.

Fifteen seconds later, the computer screen flared to life. 844, now cloaked, saluted. 'My lord, we have obtained the individual. He goes by the name of Joruus C'Baoth.' He was slightly louder then usual, despite the helicopter being almost silent. They had been specially designed that way, by George Sears.

'Have you discovered anything strange about him? Anything that might allow him to survive?'

'Not as of yet sir, he was rather quiet when w let him in, aside from saying he wished to speak to our superior.'

'Well, bring him to the screen, I wish to speak to him. Oh, and leave the room please.'

The Helicopter in question was larger then most, and had a dim black soundproof room with the monitor, in case private information needed to be disclosed to a specific person in question. It was located near the end of the helicopter, the opposite side from the pilot's area.

844 nodded, and vanished from the screen. Five seconds later a new figure was there. He wore, as 844 had said, a brown robe. He had a long, white beard reaching his chest and plenty of (still white) hair on his head.

He was tall, and thin, although he was still somewhat muscular. His brown eyes stared at Ofdensen with curiosity, and a hint of disdain. The lines on his face reflecting both his oldness and (probably) dislike of most things that happened.

Amazing what a glance could tell you.

'I am Joruus C'Baoth.' He announced, as if talking to a large audience, his voice surprisingly baritone. 'And who might you be?'

'My name is Charles Foster Ofdensen.' He said, completely neutral. 'Do you realize you are on private property?

Joruus Snorted. 'Amazing how people like to challenge that, isn't it?'

'Well, I would like to ask how you managed to survive that toxic…'

'I need a spacecraft out of here.' Joruus interrupted.

'First I would like you to answer the question.' Ofdensen patiently told him.

Joruus glared. 'I am a Jedi.' He said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. 'Now, give me my Spacecraft.'

'Now Mr. Joruus, you should know nothing in life is free. If you want something capable of space travel, you are going to have to give us something in exchange.'

'Please… I need to help the galaxy. It needs to see the truth.' His voice had changed, it was like a child begging for a toy, and to add to the image, the lines on his face seemed to vanish as he said those words.

Ofdensen raised an eyebrow, something only an immense amount of surprise could cause. The man had just before shown himself as a kind of person who sees themselves as a God. Now he was begging in the space of seconds. Something seemed wrong with this man.

He considered, for a moment, having the Klokateers kill this man outright. But there was still the possibility that this man had abilities that could be put to good use.

Perhaps a direct tactic would work.

'Mr. Joruus, you are a Jedi. What can a Jedi do?'

'The will of the Force,' he murmured, somehow managing to murmur loudly.

'The man is part of some cult, then?' Ofdensen cleared his throat. And what does the will of the Force allow you to do?'

'It allows me to show the galaxy truth,' was his mystical reply.

Ofdensen suppressed a sigh. 'Very well, I'll arrange you a deal when you arrive at the base, me or a representative will be waiting.

'I shall wait, for my spacecraft.' A hint of malice made its way into those words.

Sighing, Ofdensen shut off the monitor. He'd get to Joruus later, for now he had some other guests to attend too…

Sakyo waited at the Helipad. 'I wonder, who is Joruus?' He asked himself. His intelligent blue eyes gazed at the helicopter, slowly and silently coming down.

He had offered to do this mainly because he had not heard of this Enforcer, and disliked things going on without him. Well, things that could endanger him anyway. Just because he was willing to gamble his life didn't mean he let things go their own way if it could be a threat.

BORED members were together not so much because of trust, but of mutual benefit. They all had resources and expertise in areas. But they all knew no-one got in a position of power like their own without some rather shady dealings and not quite ethical business strategies.

The Helicopter reached the helipad, landing quickly. Thirteen Klokateers quickly exited the helicopter, followed by Joruus.

Quickly analysing the old man, Sakyo knew there was more to this old man that met the eye. The most obvious thing was he still hadn't entered the stairwell, yet he wasn't wearing a gas mask.

'This is our master.' One Klokateer said, motioning towards Joruus.

Sakyo raised an eyebrow, 'master?'

The klokateer shook his head, as if shaking something out of his head. 'I mean Joruus C'Baoth, sir.' The words seemed strained coming out of his mouth. Something seemed amiss here; perhaps it was a good thing he came.

'Follow me, Joruus.' He beckoned. Joruus followed silently as they walked into the base.

'In this room please.' He beckoned towards a nondescript black door, the same as several others they had passed.

The entered, it was a room with several chairs and a large circle table, but apart from that completely empty.

'Sometimes people eat in here.' Sakyo explained, neglecting to say that those people were mainly low-ranked dregs. The man looked like he expected a lot, so he figured it might hurt his ego to be told that.

Sakyo sat down. 'Please sit, Mr. Baoth.'

'I'd rather stand.' Was the cold reply.

'Have it your way.' Sakyo shrugged. 'Now, I believe we were to hire you…'

'You are not the one who I made an agreement with.' Joruus interrupted. 'I was to speak with Ofdensen about obtaining a spacecraft.'

'A spacecraft?' Sakyo wondered. With a mental shrug, he said out loud 'I am of an equal rank with the man you spoke with, and as I had free time and I was busy, I am to make an arrangement with you.'

'I must show the galaxy truth and peace.' Joruus went quiet, his eyes glazed over.

Sakyo waited a few moments before giving a cough to get Joruus' attention. 'Me, Ofdensen, and others are sponsoring a tournament; fighters from all over will be in combat for many millions of dollars.

Joruus snorted. 'You wish me, A Jedi master, to fight like some hound for a bone?'

'Oh of course not, Mr. Baoth.' Sakyo calmly replied. 'You are to be an Enforcer. You help keep the action going, if it gets boring to the spectators. After, Ofdensen will supply you with your spacecraft.

'Truly, it is what the savage, barbaric young people of the galaxy enjoy.' He said, venom in his voice.

'And plenty of elder people, I assure you.' Sakyo added.

'Mature people no longer exist in the galaxy; they are all dead, except me.' Joruus stated calmly. He straightened himself up. 'However, to bring peace to the galaxy, I shall do as you ask.'

'Very good, glad to have you with us.' He paused. 'Oh, and you remember what you did with that guard?'

Joruus gazed into Sakyo's eyes. 'I showed him the truth, what I shall do to everyone in the future'

'You did some form of mind control, now I was wondering how good you are at that sort of thing.

'Beyond your wildest imagination' was his quiet reply.

'Well, I was wondering if you had the ability to exert influence over the contestants?'

Joruus snorted. 'You wish for a battle of puppets?'

'No, I wish you to enhance their will to fight, make even the least interested want to fight. It will make it a whole lot easier to keep them going,' a purple glint came in Sakyo's eyes, 'unless you are not capable of doing so?'

'Of course I am.' Joruus snapped, his eyes glowing with an inner fire. 'But when I do my part of the bargain, I expect a spacecraft to be waiting. With that, he left the room. A glint of steel caught Sakyo's eye. And he noticed on the belt of the rather ancient and low-tech looking man, was a metal cylinder.

He hadn't even asked for anything else. Would he know of his room? His electronic key card?

Well, he didn't have to worry about it, nor did he have to worry about how Ofdensen would obtain a spacecraft for that crazy old man.

Sakyo smirked. He had felt it during the conversation, a force trying to exert pressure upon his mind, to read it and take control. He had brushed off the force easily. As could anyone else with a strong enough mind, he hypothesized. That man was no threat to him, and that was the important thing.

Joruus walked briskly through the campus. Knowing where he was going through the information he dug out of the minds of the numerous people here, he had already obtained an ID.

The campus was rather repetitive, a bored person could note that the doors were all the exact same space apart, until you went by another staircase, where it got slightly more randomized, with different sized rooms. Some must have been as large as basketball stadiums, others the size of a closet.

He entered one of those closet-sized ones, the janitor's closet, to be precise. The Janitor was not due to be here for another two hours, it seemed. It was large as far as janitor closets went, but still heaped with cleaning supplies and the traditional mop.

Lying down in the closet, he meditated.

His Body had not yet recovered, he could feel the sweat. He had restrained breathing heavily before, but now he hyperventilated.

It had been hard, to go through that toxic gas, hard to use the force to cleanse small amounts of air for him to breath, hard when he didn't have the energy for that, to support his body on force alone.

And then trying to exert his abilities to control minds…

His power had weakened, that man's mind was easy enough, yet it broke easily once the man was reminded of his boss. But Joruus supposed that weakened powers was preferable then death.

Especially since it was coming back, He smiled; a kid about to get ice-cream was what the face reminded you of. Oh yes, he was weak now. But even now he could sense his power slowly, but surely returning to him. From where he knew not, but eventually he could break those minds that escaped him, exert his power over those which needed to be enlightened.

Scowling, he reminded himself of what he had been asked to do, before he had the energy to do so no less! Exert his energy over people all around an island would be difficult. But he would manage, he needed to manage. The Force required him to. It had given him a second chance at life to finish what he started.

He would not disappoint…

I Don't own anyone in this story, except 844 I suppose.

Hope you enjoyed it. It was rather tricky to write, I never knew much on Sakyo or Metacolypse, so I tried my best, hope it doesn't show too much.

Hopefully next time, with only one unknown character, i'll be able to focus more on the description and stuff, as I think I could do a much better job.

Hope this chapter, and the rest of the tournament, is to everyone's liking!