Chapter 58: The Duo Comedy Sith
Gojo found himself back in the wreckage of the Xyston-class Star Destroyer, a chaotic scene left in the aftermath of Revan's desperate self-destruction via Mechu-Deru. Debris floated aimlessly in the void of space, and the twisted remains of the ship formed a grim reminder of the battle that had just taken place. The cold silence of space contrasted sharply with the intensity of the fight, but Gojo remained unperturbed, his gaze shifting to Revan's lifeless form.
Activating his Almighty, the Rikugan in Gojo's eyes glowed brightly, each of the four pupils swirling with the power of foresight and manipulation. He watched the future unfold before him, altering it with a simple thought. The corpse of Revan, once a legendary figure of the Old Republic, began to dissipate, merging with the Force itself—a sign of respect from one warrior to another. Revan's body faded into the ethereal, leaving behind only his equipment: his distinctive mask, and the two lightsabers that had once been the tools of a formidable Jedi and Sith Lord.
Gojo nodded approvingly, sensing that this was a fitting end for someone of Revan's stature. With a flick of his wrist, he opened his system inventory, storing Revan's equipment safely inside. The action was swift, almost casual, yet it held a deeper significance—a silent acknowledgment of Revan's legacy.
Turning his attention away from the remnants of the battle, Gojo's gaze shifted toward Yavin 4. His eyes narrowed as he sensed the lingering presence of Exar Kun, the ancient Sith Lord whose spirit had long haunted the moon's jungles. But there was something more—something recent and familiar. Plagueis's spirit, now disembodied after his earlier defeat, was making its way toward Yavin 4 as well, seeking refuge or perhaps an alliance with the malevolent essence of Exar Kun.
The thought of two dark entities, both renowned for their cunning and thirst for power, sharing a single host amused Gojo. His grin turned into a chuckle, then a full-throated laugh. "Kukukukuku… Should I bully them? Two Sith spirits crammed into one body—now that's a comedic duo waiting to happen."
Gojo's mind raced with possibilities, the notion of confronting the combined spirits of Exar Kun and Plagueis sparking a mischievous curiosity within him. He could already imagine the chaos of two egos clashing within the same vessel, each vying for control, all under the mocking watch of the Honored One.
"Maybe I should pay them a little visit," Gojo mused, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "After all, who could resist stirring the pot when it's bound to be this entertaining?"
He paused, considering his options. The allure of toying with two legendary Sith spirits was hard to resist, but there was also the ever-present awareness of the larger game he was playing—the quest to fortified his own position as the Soul King, the complex dance of power and manipulation that defined his journey.
"Ah, decisions, decisions…" Gojo muttered to himself, the smirk never leaving his face. "But why choose when you can do both?"
With that, Gojo's form flickered, vanishing from the wreckage of the Star Destroyer as he set his sights on Yavin 4. Whether he intended to aid, disrupt, or simply amuse himself at the expense of Exar Kun and Plagueis was a mystery known only to him. But one thing was certain: wherever Gojo Satoru went, chaos—and perhaps a little comedy—was sure to follow.
Meanwhile, on Yavin 4, deep within the ancient Massassi temples, Exar Kun lingered in his spirit form, a restless shadow of the Sith Lord he once was. The oppressive darkness of the temple was his domain, a place he had haunted for centuries, waiting for the right moment to reclaim his corporeal form. Suddenly, he felt a surge of the dark side, more potent than anything he had sensed in years. The air around him crackled, and before his spectral eyes, the dark side began to reconstitute his body, sinew and bone knitting together in a miraculous display of dark alchemy.
Exar Kun's eyes widened in shock as he stared at his newly formed hands, the sensation of having a physical body again both thrilling and surreal. "At last… my time has come," he muttered, his voice resonating with newfound power. He prepared to leap into his new form, the culmination of his long wait finally at hand. But just as he was about to fully merge with his body, a sudden disturbance in the Force caught his attention.
Another presence, equally dark and equally ambitious, barreled towards him like a freight train. Exar Kun's triumphant expression twisted into one of disbelief and annoyance. "What the—?"
The spectral form of Darth Plagueis, reduced to nothing but a force essence, hurtled into the scene with the precision of a homing missile, aiming directly for the same newly formed body. The moment Plagueis's essence slammed into Exar Kun's, the two spirits clashed, wrestling for dominance within the same vessel. The result was a chaotic fusion, with both Sith spirits occupying the same body, much to their mutual dismay.
Get out of my body, you fool!" Exar Kun snapped, his voice oscillating between his own smooth tones and the gravelly rasp of Plagueis.
"You think I want this?" Plagueis shot back, his frustration seeping through every word. "You think I planned for this? Three clones—Bane, Malgus, Caedus—all gifted by the dark side itself to face Gojo Satoru, and they couldn't even make him flinch! Now I'm stuck in this comedy act with you?"
Exar Kun's eyes bulged in irritation. "Comedy act? I've been waiting centuries for this body, and you just crash in like it's open house at the Sith Museum! I had plans, you know!"
Plagueis's voice grumbled, overlapping with Exar's, creating a bizarre, disjointed dialogue that echoed through the temple. "Listen, relic, I've had my day ruined by some brat with an all-seeing eye, and now he's talking about granting immortality with a glowing orb. That's the prize on the line here. So yeah, it's a mess, but we need this body!"
Exar Kun looked incredulously at Plagueis. "Immortality? From some punk with a shiny marble? Are you kidding me? You've really gone off the deep end, haven't you? What next, he's gonna call himself the 'Master of All Things' or some—"
Before Exar Kun could finish his snarky remark, a sharp knock landed on his forehead. Exar stumbled back, blinking in confusion, as Gojo Satoru stood right in front of him, his grin as wide as ever.
"Hey, are you done with your crazy Sith dialogue?" Gojo interjected, leaning in with casual amusement. "And by the way, how are you two planning to fight if you can't even cooperate?"
Plagueis, momentarily stunned, tried to retort. "That's Gojo, the dishonor—"
Before Plagueis could finish, Gojo delivered a swift punch to Exar's shared face, knocking him off balance. "Honored One, to be exact," Gojo corrected with a smirk. "I can still hear you, you know."
Plagueis's realization hit him like a Sith lightning bolt. "So it's true… he knows our exact location, and he can appear whenever he wants! This isn't just some coincidence—this is a nightmare!"
Exar Kun, now more confused than ever, could only splutter, "Wait, what? How did you get here? What's going on? Are you even real, or am I just having the worst comeback day in Sith history?"
Gojo chuckled, hands in his pockets, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. "Oh, I'm real alright. And so is your mess of a reunion. You two make quite the pair—like a bad sitcom waiting to happen. Anyway, keep it up. I'm sure you'll figure out how to share a body… or not."
Exar Kun blinked rapidly, trying to wrap his head around the insanity of the situation. "This… This is ridiculous! I've conquered galaxies, I've faced armies! And now I'm stuck with a backseat driver and some cosmic prankster popping in and out whenever he pleases!"
Gojo just waved as he began to vanish into thin air again, his voice echoing with playful mockery. "Good luck, boys. Try not to kill each other before the big show. And hey, maybe think about teamwork for once. You might surprise yourselves!"
Exar Kun and Plagueis exchanged a bewildered look, their mutual disdain momentarily overridden by the sheer absurdity of their predicament. They were two of the most powerful Sith in history, reduced to squabbling like kids on a playground.
"Great," Exar muttered under his breath. "Just great. Now I'm stuck with you. This is gonna be a long eternity…"
Plagueis sighed deeply, still trying to grasp the reality of Gojo's bizarre omnipresence. "You think? I've seen some things, but this… this takes the cake."
Exar Kun could only shake his head, both annoyed and oddly resigned. "So… what's the plan, genius?"
Plagueis, suppressing a groan, responded with a grim smirk. "We wing it. Or maybe we just try not to implode. One step at a time ."
The ancient temple of Yavin 4 echoed with their bickering, the sound of two legendary Sith Lords struggling to make sense of a universe that had clearly moved on without them.
Exar Kun, still grappling with the absurdity of his new reality, huffed as he took a tentative step forward. "Alright, let's at least try to move. One step—just one step at a time," he muttered, focusing intensely as if navigating a minefield.
Plagueis, sharing the same body and clearly not on the same page, immediately countered, "Two!" and moved the opposite leg.
Their combined movements were far from synchronized, causing the body to stumble awkwardly. With a comical lurch, they toppled over, crashing onto the ancient stone floor of the temple with an undignified thud.
Exar Kun, now sprawled out and tangled with his own limbs, groaned. "Fantastic. Just fantastic. All these centuries of planning and scheming, and now I'm literally tripping over myself because of you!"
Plagueis, equally frustrated, retorted, "You call that a step? More like a stagger! I said two, you rusty antique!"
Exar Kun rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, maybe if you'd stick to the plan—or at least the rhythm—we wouldn't be eating floor right now, you ancient fossil!"
Their argument quickly devolved into a chaotic chorus of bickering, the two Sith Lords squabbling like siblings who couldn't agree on which way to go in a three-legged race. It was a surreal sight: two of the galaxy's most notorious Sith reduced to clumsy antics, all their power and malice fumbling around in a shared vessel.
From the sidelines, Gojo watched the spectacle unfold, his amused smirk never fading. He leaned casually against a crumbling pillar, enjoying the show with the kind of detachment one might reserve for a slapstick comedy. "Wow," he muttered under his breath, barely containing his laughter. "This is better than japanese dramas. I hope I get some power stones and a bunch of new subscribers from this."
He crossed his arms, still chuckling softly to himself as Exar Kun and Plagueis continued their comical struggle, trying to coordinate their steps without tripping over each other—or their egos. For Gojo, this was entertainment gold, a bizarre but fitting finale to the collision of powerful but flawed legends trying to navigate a universe that clearly didn't care for their old rules.
As the duo finally managed to clamber back to their feet, Plagueis glared through their shared eyes and barked, "Alright, this time we say it together: One, two—"
"Three!" Exar Kun interrupted, throwing them off balance once again.
With another spectacular tumble, the two Sith fell flat on their backs, the echoes of their shared indignation filling the temple halls. Gojo could only grin wider, shaking his head at their antics. "I've seen a lot of crazy stuff, but this… this is a whole new level," he said, vanishing once more but leaving behind a quiet chuckle that seemed to linger in the air.
Exar Kun and Plagueis, still tangled on the ground, exchanged exasperated looks, the ridiculousness of their predicament slowly sinking in. "You know," Exar Kun muttered, finally letting a reluctant smirk crack his usually severe expression, "if we survive this, I'm filing a formal complaint with the Dark Council."
Plagueis, despite himself, couldn't help but chuckle dryly. "Right behind you . Right behind you."
And so, the two most feared Sith in history continued their stumbling journey, one begrudging step at a time, in a universe that had clearly turned into one long, strange comedy at their expense.
Gojo reappeared suddenly, as if he had just popped out of thin air, his usual mischievous grin plastered across his face. With a casual flick of his wrist, he dropped a jumbled pile of Exar Kun's belongings right in front of the bumbling Sith duo. The clattering of ancient artifacts, a couple of Sith robes, and Exar Kun's distinctive double-bladed lightsaber echoed through the temple.
Exar Kun's eyes widened as he stared at the mess on the floor. "My equipment! My lightsaber!" he exclaimed, sounding both overjoyed and indignant at the same time, as if someone had returned his stolen lunch money but crumpled it up first. He scrambled awkwardly, still grappling with the shared body, his limbs flailing comically as he reached for his lightsaber. "You maniac! Do you have any idea how long it took me to collect these?!"
Plagueis, sharing the body and the frustration, rolled his eyes, muttering, "Oh, great, more toys for the overgrown child. You're acting like a Padawan who's just found his training saber."
Exar Kun, glaring at Plagueis through their shared vision, snapped, "Shut up! This is an antique, a priceless relic of the Sith! And—my lightsaber! The craftsmanship, the history! Do you know what it's like to be separated from your own lightsaber for centuries?"
Plagueis, not missing a beat, retorted, "Oh, please. You're whining over a lightsaber when I just lost three clones. I'd kill to have even one body right now—though preferably not with you in it."
Gojo, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle, couldn't help but laugh. "I gotta say, watching you two fumble around like this is priceless. Exar, you're acting like a kid on Sithmas morning, and Plagueis, you're like the grumpy uncle who's just here for the free food."
Exar Kun finally managed to grab his lightsaber, but in his excitement, he ignited it with a clumsy flourish. The double-bladed weapon hummed to life and immediately sliced through a nearby pillar, sending a shower of ancient stone debris crashing to the ground.
"Ohhhh," Exar said sheepishly, trying to adjust the grip but only succeeding in making the lightsaber twirl dangerously close to Plagueis's—well, their—face.
Plagueis, clearly fed up, barked, "Watch it, you bumbling idiot! You're going to slice us in half before we even get out of this temple!"
Exar Kun waved the lightsaber around like it was his first day at Sith school, struggling to maintain control as the red blades swung haphazardly. "I'm trying, okay? It's hard when your roommate keeps hogging the body controls!"
Gojo, now doubled over with laughter, wiped a tear from his eye. "You two are the best comedy act in the galaxy. You know what? You should take this show on tour—'Sith Lords: The Odd Couple!' I'd pay good credits to see that."
As Exar Kun and Plagueis continued to bicker and flail, Gojo started to phase out of view, his voice fading but still laced with amusement. "Good luck, you two. Maybe you'll figure it out… or maybe not. Either way, I'm tuning in for the highlights."
Exar Kun, still fumbling with his lightsaber, grumbled under his breath, "Great. We're a laughing stock. Can this day get any worse?"
Plagueis, equally exasperated, sighed. "With our luck? Probably."
And so, the legendary Sith Lords found themselves entangled not only with each other but also with their own pasts, egos, and now, a lightsaber that seemed intent on adding injury to insult. They stood, surrounded by their ancient belongings, awkwardly trying to move forward—one step at a time, still figuring out how to coexist in a galaxy that was clearly having the last laugh at their expense.
Five minutes passed, and Exar Kun and Plagueis continued to bicker like a pair of squabbling siblings stuck in the backseat of a speeder. Their shared body stumbled around the temple, each step a misstep as they argued over who should control what limb and when.
"I swear, if you step on my foot one more time, I'm going to—" Exar Kun started, his voice dripping with frustration.
"Your foot? We're sharing the same feet, you idiot!" Plagueis shot back, his annoyance bubbling over. "If you could just get it through your thick skull to synchronize—"
As they squabbled, something caught their attention—another body of Exar Kun, lying just a few meters away, perfectly intact. They both stopped mid-argument, their shared eyes blinking in unison. "Huh?" they muttered together, temporarily united in their confusion.
They staggered over, struggling to maintain their balance as they reached out to touch the new body. To their amazement, it was real—warm, solid flesh. And beside it lay the same jumbled pile of Exar Kun's equipment that Gojo had dropped earlier.
Exar Kun's eyes widened. "Is this… another me? It's real!" He felt a flicker of hope, wondering if he could finally reclaim his own form without Plagueis's meddling.
Plagueis, equally stunned, muttered, "What kind of sorcery is this?"
Before they could ponder further, Gojo reappeared, materializing with his usual swagger, a cocky grin plastered across his face. In his hand, he held the Hōgyoku, the wish-granting orb that glowed with a faint, mesmerizing light. His four-pupiled blue Rikugan eyes gleamed with an almost playful menace as he stared at the bewildered Sith.
Exar Kun narrowed his eyes. "Is that the orb you were talking about, Sith Lord?" he asked, casting a sideways glance at Plagueis.
Plagueis nodded, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and awe. "Yeah, relic, that's the one. The Hōgyoku. A wish-granting orb capable of spawning a super dreadnought ship in one second—once it's touched by Gojo."
Exar Kun scoffed, still struggling to wrap his head around the bizarre spectacle before him. "I can't believe it, but seeing another body of mine here… It means Gojo's playing with us. We're nothing but pieces on his board."
Gojo smirked, clearly enjoying the chaos he'd sown. "So, who's going to migrate, huh?" he taunted, waving the Hōgyoku in front of their faces like a tantalizing treat.
Instantly, the bickering resumed, louder and more chaotic than ever.
Exar Kun, ever the opportunist, snapped, "Obviously, I should take the body! I'm the original owner, after all. You're just a squatter, Plagueis!"
Plagueis rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "Original owner or not, you've proven yourself incapable of even walking straight. Let me take control—I have the wisdom and experience to wield this body effectively."
Gojo watched the squabbling duo with growing amusement, but even he had his limits. Seeing the never-ending bickering between Exar Kun and Plagueis, he decided it was time to intervene. "Oyyyy, enough already!" Gojo interjected, his voice cutting through their argument like a sharp blade. "Let's settle this with something simpler—rock, paper, scissors. Come on, the audience is bored; we've spent a thousand words on your squabbling already."
Both Sith spirits paused, momentarily dumbfounded by the bizarre suggestion. But seeing no other option, they reluctantly agreed, each one secretly confident in their ability to outsmart the other. They awkwardly arranged their shared body, positioning their mismatched hands for the showdown.
"One, two, three!" they both chanted, each revealing their choice.
Plagueis threw rock, and Exar Kun threw scissors.
A victorious smirk spread across Plagueis's face. "Ha! Looks like I win," Plagueis gloated, already shifting his essence toward the newly formed body of Exar Kun.
As Plagueis successfully transferred into the new body, he flexed his fingers, relishing the feeling of having his own vessel, even if it was Exar Kun's. Exar Kun, still stuck in the original shared body, scowled but held his tongue, knowing that arguing further would only prolong the madness.
Gojo, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, watched the two figures now standing side by side. "Uhh… are you guys twins or something now?"
Exar Kun and Plagueis both shot him an annoyed glare and, in unison, growled, "We are not."
Gojo chuckled, amused by their synchronized indignation. "Right, right. Well, I'll be waiting outside the temple. Good luck with… whatever this is," he said, waving dismissively. As he began to turn away, he pointed at Plagueis. "Oh, and by the way, Plagueis—your double-bladed lightsaber is red, alright? Don't go trying to switch them with Exar Kun's, or I swear I'll hunt down all seven of those clones you've been prepping and end this little 'Gojo Show' early."
Plagueis, still adjusting to his new body, stiffened at the warning. "Understood," he muttered begrudgingly, casting a wary glance at Gojo's retreating figure.
Gojo's form shimmered and disappeared as he phased out of the temple, his laughter echoing faintly in the air. Exar Kun and Plagueis were left standing in the dim light of the ancient ruins, each adjusting to their new—and separate—circumstances.
Exar Kun, still stewing over his loss, glanced over at Plagueis. "Great. Now we have matching bodies, thanks to you."
Plagueis, still reveling in his victory, shrugged nonchalantly. "Better than being stuck with you, relic. Now, let's get moving. We've got bigger fish to fry."
The two former Sith Lords, now restored to their respective bodies, exchanged one final glare before silently agreeing to a tenuous truce. They exited the temple together, side by side but ever wary of one another—a duo united by circumstance, yet forever divided by their own ambitions and egos.
Gojo, who was lying down in the grass not far from the temple, propped himself up on his elbows, his expression bored. "Alright, let's begin the fourth bor—" he started, but was interrupted by a loud shout.
"WAITTTTT! I WANT TO MAKE A DEMAND TOOOOOO SINCE I'VE BEEN STUCK FOR MILLENIAAAAA!" Exar Kun yelled, charging toward Gojo with an intensity that made the surrounding forest creatures scatter.
Gojo looked at him, a mix of surprise and embarrassment crossing his face as the shout echoed loudly through the peaceful forest. "Dude, keep it down. I'm not your friend," Gojo said, cringing slightly at the sheer volume of Exar's demand.
Exar Kun, undeterred, planted his feet and crossed his arms. "I want that immortality too! If I manage to land a blow before this whole thing is over—"
Gojo held up his hand to interrupt, shaking his head with a bemused smile. "Okay, okay. One of you gets a blow, you both get immortality. So you better learn how to work as a team," he said, eyeing both of them with an amused smirk.
Exar Kun and Plagueis exchanged a skeptical glance but nodded reluctantly. They had no choice but to work together if they wanted to achieve their shared goal.
"Good. Now get moving," Gojo said, settling back onto the grass. "And try to make it entertaining, yeah? You've got the rest of eternity to figure out your teamwork issues. No pressure."
With that, Gojo closed his eyes, his demeanor relaxed as he let the two Sith Lords ponder their strange alliance. Exar Kun and Plagueis, despite their long-standing rivalry and clashing egos, realized that their best chance at immortality lay in cooperation—however reluctant it might be.
Plagueis, now more cautious with his words, began, "Honored One—" he caught himself just in time before blurting out the dreaded 'dishonored.' "I need to discuss a battle plan with this relic," he said, gesturing toward Exar Kun.
Gojo, reclining on the grass, gave a lazy wave, clearly relishing the discomfort of the two Sith. "Suit yourselves. Just make sure your plan is worth my time. I'm not here to watch you bicker forever."
Exar Kun folded his arms, shooting a wary glance at Plagueis. "So, what's the plan, Sith? I don't intend to play second fiddle in this."
Plagueis, ever the strategist, straightened and took a deep breath. "First, we need to introduce ourselves properly and understand our capabilities. It's the only way we'll have any hope of achieving our goal."
Plagueis began his introduction, his tone measured and composed. "I am Plagueis. My expertise lies in manipulating the Force at its core, particularly through the influence of midichlorians. I've developed the ability to affect life and death directly, extending my own life and crafting elaborate manipulations that shape the galaxy from behind the scenes. My powers focus on the subtler aspects of the dark side—manipulation, foresight, and strategic planning. While I can hold my own in lightsaber combat, my true strength is in using the Force to turn the tide without ever drawing my weapon."
Exar Kun listened carefully, nodding slightly in acknowledgment before stepping forward to share his own story. "I am Exar Kun. I was once a Jedi, but I embraced the dark side fully and became one of the most formidable Sith of my era," he stated with pride, emphasizing his dominance. "I wield a double-bladed lightsaber, a weapon I have perfected through countless battles. My knowledge of Sith alchemy and ancient sorcery allows me to manipulate dark energies in ways that are beyond the reach of most Sith. I've transcended death, maintaining my presence and power through sheer will and mastery of dark rituals."
Kun continued with a smirk, casting a sideways glance at Plagueis. "I thrive in direct combat and dark side magic, capable of taking on Jedi and Sith alike. My ambitions are boundless, and I don't shy away from seizing power whenever the opportunity presents itself."
Both Sith nodded in reluctant agreement, realizing that while their methods differed, their shared goals required them to combine their unique strengths.
Exar Kun then turned to Plagueis, curiosity and apprehension mixing in his gaze. "So, what exactly can that crazy-eyes man do?" Exar Kun asked, referring to Gojo Satoru.
Plagueis exhaled slowly, gathering his thoughts. "From what I've observed, Gojo possesses powers that are beyond anything we're familiar with. One of his most troubling abilities is a barrier—a kind of protection that I can't fully understand. It's as if it exists on a separate plane, making it untouchable by physical or Force-based attacks. It's not just a defense; it's more like a realm that nothing can penetrate."
Exar Kun raised an eyebrow. "A barrier that nothing can touch? That's… problematic."
Plagueis nodded grimly. "Then there's his right hand," Plagueis continued, referring to Gojo's Mimihagi-like ability, though he didn't know its name. "It's not just a simple technique—it stops things, completely nullifies them. The last time he used it, he halted a planet-killing blaster fired from my Star Killer Base as if it were nothing. It's as if he can cancel the very existence of an attack."
Exar Kun listened, his expression darkening. "He can just make attacks disappear? That's absurd."
Plagueis gave a humorless chuckle. "Absurd, yes, but real. And then there's his purple technique, which I've seen him use—something he calls Unrestrained Purple. It's like an expanding wave of destruction, similar to the birth of a new star. It expands and consumes everything in its path. If Gojo decides to unleash that, we're finished, plain and simple."
Exar Kun's eyes widened as he grasped the implications. "So, if he gets bored or annoyed, he could obliterate us in an instant?"
Plagueis nodded solemnly. "While I have clones to fall back on, you… well, you're on your last life. One misstep, and you're truly done."
Exar Kun clenched his fists, his frustration palpable. "We're fighting against a force that can erase us without effort. How do we even begin to counter that?"
Plagueis leaned closer, his expression serious. "We'll need to be unpredictable. Gojo's power relies on understanding his opponent's moves, so we can't be obvious. We have to surprise him, stay on the offensive, and never give him a moment of boredom. If we can keep him entertained, he might keep us around long enough for us to find a weakness."
Exar Kun nodded reluctantly, realizing the gravity of their situation. "Fine. But remember, I'm not following your orders—I'm doing this because it suits my interests. We're equals in this, Plagueis."
Plagueis gave a curt nod. "Agreed. We're in this together. Let's keep it that way, and we might just survive."
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With their uneasy alliance forged, Exar Kun and Plagueis turned their attention back to Gojo, who continued to watch them from a distance. His four-pupiled eyes glowed faintly as he observed their every move, and though neither Sith knew the full extent of his powers, they were aware of the immense challenge ahead. United by necessity, Exar Kun and Plagueis were ready to face whatever the Honored One had in store for them.
Gojo, lost in thought, contemplated the vast potential of his powers and briefly entertained the idea of creating a gate filled with unimaginable treasures and weapons, akin to the Gate of Babylon. However, his musings were abruptly cut short when he sensed an overwhelming surge of dark side energy—1,000 Sith warriors, encircling him with clear intent.
"Looks like I can't just say the dark side of the Force is desperate anymore, huh?" Gojo said, his voice dripping with amusement. "AHAHAHAHAHA! It's not just desperate—it's terrified. And if it could, it'd try to wipe me off the map."
Watching from afar, Exar Kun and Plagueis observed the scene unfolding, their expressions a mixture of shock and confusion. Exar Kun, visibly unsettled, muttered, "This… this doesn't make sense. The dark side doesn't just rally forces like this without some kind of sacrifice. Something's off."
Turning sharply to Plagueis, Exar Kun demanded answers. "What the hell is happening with the dark side of the Force? This isn't how it operates—you and I both know that!"
Plagueis, maintaining his composure despite the chaos, glanced at Exar Kun with a serious expression. "Do you think those clone bodies I was using—those ancient Sith forms, perfectly attuned to wield dark side power—were all mine? No. I was aware I had clones, but it's clear now that the dark side of the Force has been guiding events. It's been leading me here, to make sure I'm not lost."
Exar Kun's eyes narrowed as he struggled to understand the full implications. "What happens if we lose, Plagueis? What's the real threat here?"
Plagueis cast a wary glance at Gojo, who was effortlessly dismantling the Sith warriors with casual, deadly precision. "If we lose," Plagueis began, his voice steady but tense, "he'll kill me, absorb my abilities—everything I know. But that's not the worst of it. If I fall, the dark side of the Force across the galaxy will be weakened—by 30%."
Exar Kun's expression turned to one of disbelief. "Thirty percent? How is that even possible? The dark side is ancient, immeasurable—it can't just lose power because of one Sith."
Plagueis nodded solemnly. "You don't understand the scale of this. When I thought I'd managed to kill him, he returned as the Honored One. Every star shone brighter, and he was surrounded by a blue light, signifying his dominance."
Exar Kun's disbelief grew, his voice shaking slightly. "This can't be happening… He's—"
Suddenly, an explosion rocked the area, cutting off Exar Kun's words. A massive, blinding flash lit up the sky as a deafening boom followed. The air quaked violently, and a colossal shockwave tore through the temple grounds, flattening everything in its path. It was as if the heavens themselves had detonated—the ground erupted, stone shattered, and firestorm winds incinerated everything within its reach. This was no ordinary explosion; it was the detonation of a Tsar Bomba, summoned into existence by Gojo's Visionary ability, reminiscent of Gremmy's power to manifest imagination into reality.
The explosion obliterated 900 Sith warriors instantly, their bodies vaporized in the intense heat and force. The remaining 100 warriors were thrown back violently, their armor charred and cracked, bodies scorched and riddled with shrapnel wounds. Many lay on the ground, writhing in agony, barely clinging to life, yet their Sith tenacity kept them conscious, driven by the dark side to keep fighting despite their injuries.
The ancient Massassi temples were reduced to ruins; the once grand structures now lay in smoldering rubble. Pillars that had stood for millennia were shattered, their fragments scattered like the remnants of a forgotten age. The lush jungle that surrounded the temples was scorched black, the trees charred husks, and the ground was littered with molten craters. The very air was thick with ash and the acrid stench of burning stone and flesh.
Plagueis, witnessing the devastation, quickly turned to Exar Kun. "Use your telepathy or illusion creation on Gojo! Make him believe he's fighting all 1,000 Sith warriors again . We'll use the distraction to land the first blow and claim the immortality Gojo promised. That way, we save the dark side of the Force itself."
Exar Kun, his face set in grim determination, nodded silently, knowing the gravity of their mission. His eyes focused, and he began to channel his dark powers, weaving a complex illusion designed to deceive even the most powerful of beings.
Meanwhile, Gojo stood amidst the ruins, a look of gleeful amusement on his face. He had used his Visionary ability, inherited from Gremmy, to manifest the Tsar Bomba, obliterating the Sith forces in a single, devastating move. He laughed, watching the carnage unfold. "Do I really need a Gate of Babylon? My Visionary is exactly what I imagined it could be."
The remnants of the ancient Massassi temples were a testament to the sheer destructive power of Gojo's creation. Stone walls were melted and twisted beyond recognition, entire sections of the temple had vanished into nothingness, and the once-sacred grounds were now a desolate wasteland of smoking craters and shattered relics. The energy from the blast still crackled in the air, a lingering reminder of the unimaginable force that had been unleashed.
Exar Kun's illusion began to take shape, cloaking the remaining warriors and manipulating Gojo's perception. To Gojo, it would seem as if 1,000 Sith warriors were still converging on him, their forms undeterred by the carnage.
Gojo's gleeful expression shifted to a sour one as he scanned the scene before him. The illusion of 1,000 Sith warriors converging on him sparked his irritation. "One thousand dummies made by Kyoka Suigetsu, huh? Or maybe a weaker version—probably Exar Kun's ability," he mused aloud, his voice dripping with disdain. He then noticed the remaining 100 Sith warriors, who had been gravely injured, now seemingly healed and ready to fight once more.
"Truly a Kyoka Suigetsu moment," Gojo remarked with a smirk, seeing through the facade. "Since all of this is fake, including the 100 real Sith warriors who suddenly healed—it's all just an illusion."
Gojo's eyes flared, his four-pupiled Rikugan glowing intensely, casting a bright blue light that cut through the smoky haze of the battlefield. His power surged, and he raised his gaze to the sky. Above him, a colossal Sankt Bogen formed, its sheer size dwarfing the ruins below. From the bow, two thousand Heilig Pfeil—glowing holy arrows—materialized, each one radiating with an ominous energy.
"Watch out for the rain," Gojo grinned wickedly as he released the barrage, sending a torrent of arrows cascading down like a deadly storm.
Plagueis and Exar Kun, hidden under the veil of their illusions, felt the immense pressure of Gojo's attack. Realizing the peril, they both thought the same thing: Dodge them—there's no time to use our lightsabers! If he sees our double-bladed lightsabers, our plan will fail!
The ground trembled as the Heilig Pfeil descended, piercing through the illusion and scorching the landscape. The Sith duo leapt and rolled, narrowly avoiding the lethal arrows that tore through the air with blinding speed. The explosions from the impact sent shockwaves that reverberated through the area, scattering debris and adding to the chaos. Each arrow that hit the ground erupted in a brilliant flash, leaving craters and charred earth in its wake.
Plagueis and Exar Kun moved with a desperate agility, barely keeping pace with the relentless onslaught. They knew that any misstep could expose their ruse and bring Gojo's full wrath upon them. Their hearts pounded, not just from exertion but from the sheer intensity of their precarious situation.
Gojo, still amused, watched the chaos unfold from above, his eyes tracking the movements beneath the rain of arrows. He could sense the faint traces of deception, the faint inconsistencies that marked the illusion. Yet, he allowed the game to play out, entertained by the lengths to which his adversaries would go.
Suddenly, a Sith warrior managed to close the distance, slipping through the barrage of holy arrows. The warrior ignited a blue double-bladed lightsaber and lunged at Gojo from behind, aiming to slash him down. But as the lightsaber neared, it came to an abrupt halt, stopped cold by Gojo's Limitless barrier. Gojo didn't even turn to look, instead smirking at the failed attempt. "Exar Kun, that backshot was a miserable fail, huh?" he taunted, clearly seeing through the illusion.
As the form of Exar Kun faded, revealing it to be nothing more than a construct, the lightsaber in the warrior's hand flickered from blue to red it was Plaguis . Plagueis, hidden within the illusion, made his move. Realizing that traditional Force abilities like Force Sever were useless on Gojo—due to Gojo's lack of any connection to the Force—Plagueis had devised a new strategy. He created a unique Force ability known as Force Rend, designed to sever abilities directly from their power sources.
Using Force Rend, Plagueis targeted Gojo's Limitless barrier, severing its connection to the cursed energy that powered it. Though Plagueis had no true understanding of cursed energy or the specifics of Gojo's techniques, he had found a way to momentarily render Gojo's strongest defense useless. Then, without hesitation, Plagueis used his own body as a bomb, detonating himself in a wide-range explosion spanning 200 meters in a desperate attempt to prevent Gojo from escaping.
Gojo, who had been standing near the ground with his hands casually behind his back, was unfazed by the blast. He emerged from the explosion unharmed, his Limitless barrier rendered temporarily useless but his confidence unshaken. He burst into laughter, his voice ringing out amidst the smoke and debris. "AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahhh, my anti-cursed technique technique—I haven't had to use that since the days of Darth Tenebrous, isn't that right, Exar Kun?"
From the shadows of the destruction, the real Exar Kun emerged, igniting his blue lightsaber with a determined glare. His presence was commanding, and his voice was filled with resolve. "Now we stand on equal ground, Honored One," Exar Kun declared, the blue light of his saber casting an eerie glow in the smoky ruins around them.
Gojo, still hovering just above the ground, appeared relaxed, his body language casual despite the intense confrontation unfolding. His hands remained behind his back as he eyed Exar Kun with an amused smirk. "Equal ground, you say? Let's see how long that lasts," Gojo responded, his tone dripping with playful arrogance.
Exar Kun, lightsaber in hand, took a defensive stance, fully aware that this battle was unlike any he had fought before. Plagueis had sacrificed himself to momentarily level the playing field, and now it was up to Exar Kun to seize the opportunity and land that crucial first blow against the Honored One. The stage was set for a confrontation where strategy, power, and cunning would decide the fate of the dark side of the Force itself.
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