A/N: Hello everyone. Covert Affairs is being worked on as we speak but I needed to write this. This story has been bugging me all summer, and I needed to get this out of my head. I see this maybe being 3 to 5 chapters so very short and sweet. I hope everyone is willing to give this a shot, and enjoys my brains inner workings.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own GLEE or STAR WARS.

I am going to emphasize that this is loosely (let me stress loosely) based on the Star Wars: Clone Wars mythology and what I know from the movies. I have done some research so I don't completely butcher everything, but I know I don't have all the mythology correct. The events of this story take place shortly before and during Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, but this is not set in concrete. I basically took Glee Characters and inserted them into the Star Wars verse, so some Star Wars Characters are referenced and used but the main plot will be all Glee. I hope everyone will get into this and enjoy it.

Happy Reading,

RM

CHAPTER 1

They weren't supposed to find you this soon. Your Master had hidden you away in the far reaches of the galaxy so they wouldn't sense you. Wouldn't find you. You had hoped you had more time. More importantly you had hoped that she would never see you this way.

You are meditating when you first sense it, kneeling and reminiscing in the quiet of your private quarters. It has been months since you have felt ground beneath your feel, breathed in fresh air. The stale taste of the ship every time you breathe is beginning to drive you insane. But you know that all this hiding is meant to protect you. This time spent away from the rest of the galaxy is all meant to serve a higher cause. And because of that, you meditate to keep your feelings of claustrophobia away and to keep your anger fueled. The crew knows not to bother you when you disappear. Your Master felt that during your time of isolation, mediation would be the best way to keep in touch with you feelings. It was the whole reason he was able to turn you in the first place. Your familial dispositions, as well as your complete and utter embarrassment with the Jedi Council made you a prime candidate for your Master to work on. It took no time at all after you were deemed unfit to finish the trials for your new Master to come and offer you a way to avenge yourself.

You have now been serving him for three years, but you are not yet his apprentice. There can only be two at a time, one Master and one apprentice. But you do know that the Master has been working with many potentials. With the fall of the Jedi on the horizon the Sith need to be as strong as possible. When one apprentice falls your Master always has one to take their place. You are just one of a few he has waiting in the wings. You have done everything you can to prove to him that you can be trusted, that you are strong, and that your thirst for power and revenge matches even his hatred. You hope that when the time comes, his next apprentice will be you.

You can feel the dark side of the force flowing through you, fueled by you anger at the world and more importantly the Jedi Order. Meditating allows you to remember and focus on everything that has happened to you in your life time, and you think that was your Master's plan all along. He doesn't want you to forget.

You sense the disturbance in the force just before your ships commander comes in. It's slight but you can feel the change. It's a presence that you haven't felt in a really long time. Your Master sent you into hiding, so for out into the rim of the Galaxy so the Jedi Council had no chance of finding you from their temple. He wanted to keep you out of their influence, keep your involvement in his empire a secret. Well apparently the secret has been blown. The presence you feel is light side, its Jedi. It's familiar and that's what shakes you the most.

"Darth Satan."

You sigh to yourself. The Commander's presence just confirms that this feeling you have been hit with is not just in your head. You have been found.

"Where are they Puckerman?"

"There are two Jedi. They snuck in through the garbage shoot. Must have attached to the bottom of the ship. We have twenty minutes before they will even get to this section."

You shake your head in understanding, gracefully standing from the floor to ready yourself for the confrontation. "Send droids to impede their progress and order an evacuation of the ship. Be sure to grab all flies and programs that the Emperor wanted us to keep and corrupt everything else."

"Already ordered Mistress."

You begin to gather your robes, wrapping them around your slim frame. Puck is used to seeing your markings. The tattoos signal your status as a warrior in your culture. Being accepted into the Jedi Academy meant that you qualified for them. Your tattoos are not as distinctive as your uncles, but it was his notoriety that started your troubles with the Jedi Order. You had no idea your uncle was a Sith Lord until you started your training, and once you did, you tried everything you could to keep your connection to him a secret. If it wasn't for one of your fellow Padawans seeing your tattoos and outing you to the masters, you never would have had a problem finishing your training. After they realized who you were related to the other Padawans stopped talking to you, the Knights stopping trusting you, and your Jedi Master and the council blocked your completion of the trials. No one was willing to trust you, no matter how much you wanted to prove them wrong. You were ready to show them you were a good person, but all they saw was the evil you were related to, the threat you could become.

You know now that the council was right all along.

You see that Puckerman still hasn't left from your doorway as you finish throwing on your cloak and pulling the hood over your head. "Is there something else you needed Commander?"

"I have the Dark Lord waiting on the bridge for you."

You immediately leave your room throwing your arm behind you as you turn the corner to catch you lightsaber as it flies to you. Puckerman follows closely behind. You won't need to come back after you speak to your Master. Everything that is of any value to you is now on your person. You have your robes that mark you status as part of the Sith order. You have your weapon, an essential for any disciple of the Force. And your necklace, which never comes off your body, a gift from the one person you ever cared about at the Jedi Academy, rests right above the scar on your neck. The mark left from your trial of the flesh. You can no longer sing because of that wound. You used to cherish singing as one of your great loves. The fact that you sacrificed that for the Jedi order should have proved your loyalty to them.

As you reach the bridge you hear Puckerman quietly, "I'm going to go and prepare you shuttle. We will get out of here as soon as you hear your next mission. Hopefully we will miss the Jedi threat entirely."

"Where are they now?" You can sense their presence even more, so you know the Jedi are getting closer.

Puck quickly looks at proper screen. The Bridge is empty meaning most of your crew has jettisoned off in escape pods or the other shuttles on board. Puckerman will tell them where to regroup after you find your next hiding spot. "The Jedi are on level two meaning 10 minutes until they reach they shuttle bay. The droids are about to intercept them though."

"Good. I will meet you in the Shuttle bay Commander."

"Yes Mistress."

Puck leaves down the hall, and you turn and make your way to the hologram projector. You hope your Master will not be too cross with you for keeping him waiting. The button to answer the call is flashing brightly so it is easy to find, and it only takes a second of static before your Master is standing in front of you. You automatically drop down onto one knee, bowing your head. It is a sign of recognition for his power, but for you it is also a way to show your respect and gratitude. Darth Sidious took you into his tutelage when everyone else you admired and respected rejected you. He gave you a sense of purpose, and could see potential in you. You will forever be thankful to him.

"Master."

"Rise Darth Satan." You quickly stand again knowing that ignoring an order, no matter how respectful the gesture, is an even bigger insult. "Have the Jedi seen you yet?" You shouldn't be surprised that you Master has sensed the disturbance on your ship, he is a powerful Sith Lord, but you are. You were expecting to inform him of the situation.

"No. We have sent droids to distract them, and Commander Puckerman is readying my ship. What do wish for me to do Master."

"Darth Satan I need you to head towards Naboo. The Trade Federation has begun to feel restless and want to take some of their droid forces to attack that planet. I need you to remind them why they are loyal to me and why breaking away at this moment in the war would not be a wise decision."

You smile, an elated feeling flowing through you. You finally have a mission. After training and hiding for three years you are going to see action again. "How would you like me to persuade them Master?"

"Do whatever you feel will convince them of their loyalty to the Sith. Make sure you give a strong enough warning that their loyalties won't sway easy ever again. Finish this and then wait for me there. I will call for you when it is time. The moment to strike at the heart of the Jedi is approaching Darth Satan. I expect you to continue to be ready."

"Yes Master." You kneel once again as his hologram flickers and disappears. You feel the excitement of an impending mission flow through you. This will bring you one step closer to being his apprentice. You crave to prove yourself.

You get up from the floor and glance at the screen. The Jedi who have found you are much more skilled then you initially thought. You see that they have made it to your room, only about a minute behind in the ship from where you are. They have dispatched of most of the droids you sent at them too. You need to move if you want to get off the ship. However, since you have been mobilized you realize that you no longer have to remain a secret. You watch the screen, seeing the Jedi getting closer to your position, and for a moment debate challenging them. The chance to hurt the Jedi has a strong pull on you. You want revenge for the humiliation and disgrace they put you through.

But instead of running towards the Jedi, you turn and make your way quickly towards Puck and the shuttle bay. Now is not the time to get your revenge. And two Jedi will not nearly be enough to curb your anger. Taking on two very able Jedi, as they have proved themselves to be by defeating your squadron of droids, has every chance of ending in your death as theirs. You are very skilled with your weapon. You proved that at the academy and since you left you have improved even more.

But you joined the Sith because you wanted power, recognition, and more importantly revenge. If you die now, not only will you fail your Master, but you will be considered a brazen idiot. That is not what you want to be known for. You will be patient, and ready for when your Master calls on you. You are two smart to run into unnecessary fights.

When you finally get to the shuttle, you see Puck in the cockpit, with the ship warmed up and ready to go. You know the Jedi are right on your heels. You know that they can sense you presence. It is making them speed up. They are so close you can sense their power. It's a male and female, both strong enough to be Knights. You run towards the open shuttle door, knowing they are just seconds behind, and when your foot touches the base of the ramp you feel your body start to relax. You are five steps away from escaping, from freedom, from a change in location and it excites you. You feel like you made it out by the skin of your teeth.

That is until you feel the entire shuttle shake and seconds later a laser beam strikes the ship inches away from your head. You freeze in anger and slowly turn towards the entrance to the hanger. The Jedi who you have been monitoring from a screen are now standing in front of you, lightsabers drawn as if ready for another attack. You step back off the ramp and look up at the cockpit, realizing the reason the shuttle shook was because the Puck fired at them. And the Jedi had tried to hit you with the deflection. "Well that was rude."

You can't tell what they are more shocked by. That you spoke to them, or that you just gave away that you are a woman. But you don't care how much they learn about you, your identity no longer needs to be a secret. You will be known around the galaxy. You take a good look at the Knights who have discovered you, who have hunted you throughout the ship. The man is thin, lean, holding a green blade. His hair is matted down from the sweat and he is wearing some sort of goggle around his eye. It makes him look ridiculous, but his robes dictate that he is the higher ranking knight in this partnership. It is then that your eyes switch to the woman and the breath leaves your lungs in shock.

Her hair is pulled back and her braid is gone. More importantly you notice in a second that her lightsaber matches her eyes. The pain goes straight through your chest. You knew that she had the potential to finish the trails and become a knight, even a Jedi Master, but you had hoped that you would never run into her again. She was the one person at the academy that always encouraged you. Believed in you. She was the first one to see your tattoos and instead of fearing their meaning, like the rest of the padawans would a few years later, she admired their beauty. She never took your history as a predisposition for liability. She believed it was proof that you could overcome anything. You never wanted to see her disappointment.

You don't want her to know who you are. You don't want to see her face break in recognition. You need to get out of here, so you turn back around and try to run into the ship.

"You are coming with us Darth Satan."

You haven't heard her voice in three years, and it makes you stop again. "Jedi, that is not going to happen."

The shooting begins before you can even register where it's coming from. The few remaining droids all seemed to have made it to the hanger at the same time, and you see that Puck is once again firing the ships guns at them. Both Jedi turn into a flurry of motion and color, shielding their bodies and deflecting every shot back at the droids or back at your ship. You are relieved to see that Puck has the shields up, and you don't care if your main ship is being damaged beyond repair. You are never coming back.

You look and see that Brittany is holding her own. She is every bit as skilled and powerful as you always knew she could be. You turn to leave when you see movement out of the corner of your eye. Movement that is a lot closer than it should be. You dig into the force, react on instinct, and just before his green blade connects with your neck your own red blade is front of your face blocking his attack. You hear the sizzling of the weapons against each other, feel the heat on your face. That was too close. The Jedi's face is scrunched in concentration and exertion. You can smell the sweat dripping off him and it is that disgust that gives you the strength to just push him away from you. You send him flying back a few feet, his eyes wide with surprise and it gives you the moment you need to extend the other side of your blade.

When you joined the Sith you decided to not just follow in your Uncle's footsteps. You adopted his blade as well, although when you built yours you added a few improvements. You see the Jedi's eyes widen even further in recognition of the weapon. You know you must look a fearsome sight. Your hood has somehow managed to stay on your head, so they have no idea who or what you are. The double sided lightsaber however, glowing with its blood red heat, is recognizable to every Jedi, and the legacy it is attributed to is meant to help you strike fear in anyone who dares to challenge you. This is the first time you are able to see the fear you could strike into someone in person, and the power it provides you is intoxicating.

Blonde flashes through your sight, and then Brittany is right at his side helping him up. "Artie are you ok?"

They both look at you, confused that you haven't attacked them yet. You may be a Sith, but you believe that your enemies should be armed and ready. It's a Jedi tenant that has stuck with you throughout your Sith training. You wait until both Jedi are standing, armed, and looking at you. You can sense their exhaustion, even though the sweating and heavy breathing gives it away. You can see that every droid in the room has been destroyed. You can also sense Puck's anxiety, because now you are in the way of his guns and he will not dare fire when you can possibly be a target. He has been sworn to serve you, and part of that oath is protect you when he can.

There are so many feelings swirling around the room, affecting your senses, your power, the force. You can sense Artie and Brittany's fear, trepidation, as well as their courage and determination to bring you in. And more importantly you can feel your anger and power, but affecting that is your worry that Brittany will figure out who you are. "You two seem tired. Was my ship too much for you?"

You know they can see your smirk. You did it at the Jedi Academy to infuriate your opponents, but it also got you into huge trouble with your instructors. They said it was a sign of your pride. The Jedi Masters no longer control you anymore.

You have a moment to see Brittany's head tilt, as if she is trying to connect the dots, before Artie is throwing himself at you again. It is a reckless move, and you certainly expect more of a Jedi Knight, especially when he seems to have a higher ranking than Brittany. You tap into the dark side of the force. You know that Artie has been compromised, you can feel his anger, and you use that against him. He attacks you with rage filled fury, and unfortunately his partner is right behind to back him up, not out of anger, but to help keep her partner from getting killed. You see flashed of green and blue come at you. Artie's strikes are strong and full of hatred but they are easily deflected. Brittany however shows true mastery. Her strikes are precise aimed at certain points of your body, much harder to sense and deflect, and you know she would be even more lethal if her partner wasn't being such an idiot fighter. Your body is reacting for you, a natural reaction. The force is sensing their attacks and giving you time to block and attack. You are a swirl of red, and it makes you proud to know that your training has prepared you well.

You hear the engine of the ship rev up with energy, a signal from Puck for you to quit the fight and get going. And you agree with him. It is a miracle that your hood is still clinging to the top of your head, you don't know how it's possible. But you do know the longer you fight these Jedi the more of a chance they have of figuring out who you are. So you gather your strength and as you feign an attack from Brittany you see Artie lift his arms up for a death blow. It's an amateur mistake but it's a mistake that you take an advantage of. You send a blast of force his way, and it hits him straight in the chest flipping him through the air and into the opposite wall. Hard. You hear his body crunch in pain, and see Brittany flinch at the sound. You don't know how bad you hurt him, but you feel that you pushed him a bit too hard. Brittany will never forgive Darth Satan for this.

You take her momentary distraction to turn towards you ship and take a step. You sense her start to head for Artie, and you hear her lightsaber blade disengage meaning the fight is over. The force is still flowing strongly through you, the adrenaline from the fight fueling you, allowing you to see everything, sense every thought and detail. You sense Puck's decision a second before he moves. With Brittany heading toward Artie, you are no longer in the way of Puck's guns and he decides to take out the Jedi for you while he can. You hear the gun fire, sense Brittany eyes grow wide, pupils dilate in fear and realization, before you realize you are moving to intercept the shot. Your lightsaber is still drawn, and you easily deflect the beam into the wall of the hanger. You look up to see Puck eyeing you with shock and confusion.

You turn to look at Brittany to make sure that she's still alive. You expect to see a petrified Jedi behind you. Instead Brittany is seeing you, that disappointed look you have been dreading since you saw her enter the hanger etched onto her face. You reach up and realize that your hood has finally fallen to your shoulders. You can see clearly, which means Brittany can see and recognize you.

"Santana?" Her voice is quiet, laced with confusion, disbelief, and definite heartbreak. The one thing you didn't ever want to happen has come true because you still can't stand to see her get hurt.

You disengage your lightsaber, shoulders slumping and give yourself one more moment to watch her. You can hear that her partner is still breathing, so you didn't kill him, but you know that you hurt him really bad. Brittany is still starting at you in disbelief and, most cutting to you, disappointment. You can sense Puck's impatience, and you know you need to follow your Master's orders. You tear your eyes away from her and turn towards the ship. You don't expect to hear her call out to you.

"Santana, how can you do this?"

It cuts right through to your soul. You have become the disappointment of so many people you would like to say it doesn't still affect you. But it feels like a blow to your chest every time. You can't even look at her. "You were never supposed to find me Brittany. I'm so sorry."

And with that you run to the ship. You don't look back, you just leap up the ramp and hear it finally close behind you. When you make your way to the cockpit and sit in the co-pilot seat the ship is already lifting up and turning to escape. You feel Puck's anger and disbelief coming off him in waves towards you, but you don't have the energy to explain. The only thing you can do is remember Brittany's face as she watched you turn and fly out the hanger, limp partner's head in her lap, and tears streaming down her face.