Kapitel 31: Chapter 31: The Darth knight
The night clung to Ares II City like a second skin, my boots barely whispering against the cool duracrete as I leaped from one building to the next. It's never silent here, the hum of the metropolis a constant backdrop to my nocturnal escapades. Skyscrapers pierced the darkness, their lights winking conspiratorially at me as if they were in on the secret: by day, Vex Eras, but by dusk, Darth Relic.
"I am the night. I am not the hero Ares II deserves but the one it's getting right now." I speak into the night sky, practicing my best Christian Bale voice. I was not even close to hitting the mark. I frown inwardly as the night keeps getting worse.
'Practice makes perfect, though.'
There was something cathartic about moving through the city like this. Spider-man style jumping, even though the larp itself is far more of a Batman knockoff without any of the Sherlock Holmes shit. I thought with an inward smirk, remembering old Earth comics. But even the rush of free-falling between jumps couldn't shake off the weight pressing down on my chest, the kind you can't pinpoint, but you know it's there, heavy like a star collapsing in on itself.
'I have a Jedi Master mother and Padawan sister.' I sigh, annoyed. Things refuse to ever just be easy lately. It's always treachery, or it's something like, "Vex, no one wants to talk to you in class because you turned the teacher into a paste on the first day, and there are also rumors you smell your fingers in class too much."' I bark my most condescending impression of one of the idiots who refused to let me cheat off them on our last math test. 'AND THE LAST PART ISN'T EVEN TRUE.'
'Star Wars math is fucking stupid anyways.'
While I was sorting out the intricacies of my school life, I felt a tickle at the back of my mind, a disturbance in the Force that had me straightening up mid-leap. Someone's eyes were burning into my back, following my every move from the shadows.
'Whoever this is either sucks at hiding or is desperate for me to see them.'
I landed with a soft thud, turning casually as if I'd just remembered I had left the stove on. 'No big deal, just being tailed on a rooftop.' The city spread out beneath me, alive and oblivious.
"Got company, huh?" I muttered under my breath, more amused than concerned. Who would be crazy enough to trail Darth Relic? I half-expected them to step out with a 'Surprise Mother Fucker!' and some absurd reason for playing tag at this hour. But no one emerged from the shadows, and that made it all the more intriguing.
I stood still for a moment, letting whoever it was think they had the upper hand. My shadow stretched long and distorted over the rooftop, a dark echo of myself waiting for the next move. I could sense their hesitation, the careful calculation of risks. They knew who they were trailing, or at least they thought they did.
"Come on then," I whispered, almost affectionately, to the unseen follower. "Let's see how good you are at this game."
Without another thought, I sprung forward, the Force propelling me with a speed that would make any pursuit a challenge. Let them try to keep up. It was about time I let off some steam today. And who knows, maybe they'd surprise me. Maybe.
The city lights blurred into a stream of neon as I pumped my legs, the Force coursing through me like wildfire. It was exhilarating, whipping across the rooftops of Ares II, each leap stretching wider, each bound pushing the limits of physics. I could feel them back there, the pursuer, trying to match my pace, their presence a persistent itch at the back of my mind.
'So far, they're not great. I'm only going maybe 10%, and they're struggling.'
"Hope you're getting your cardio in!" I called over my shoulder, the wind snatching away the taunt. A laugh bubbled up from my chest, genuine and wild. It had been too long since I'd played cat and mouse like this, and despite the dark whispers that edged my thoughts, I couldn't suppress the thrill of the chase.
My old father always said, "The only thing that matters is the chase, Jason."
I decided it was time for a grand finale. With a burst of Sith energy, I shot forward, a streak of darkness against the night sky, landing effortlessly on the opposite side of Ares II from where we began. The once distant glow of the entertainment district was now underfoot, pulsing with life and sin. I turned to face where I'd come from, waiting, watching.
And there they were, emerging from the shadows like some kind of space-age lawful good paladin, lightsaber hilt visible even at this distance. The Force of realization hit me harder than any physical blow. The Jedi from the power plant. The very one who had unknowingly nudged me down this twisted path.
'Oh, is he here to give me his second saber too? I can finally get a second crystal for my thiccsaber (trademark pending).'
"Didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon," I said as they approached. My voice was calm, but inside, excitement crackled through every fiber of my being. I have yet to kill a Jedi yet. The rare fruit tended to elude me outside of the one I met on Korriban. "But hey, I'm all about happy reunions."
They stopped a few meters away, lightsabers still sheathed, a silent challenge hanging between us. I could almost taste their anticipation mixed with caution, an electric tang sharp on the cool night air. This was it, the dance of fate we'd been circling since our paths first crossed.
"Surprised?" I asked, cocking my head slightly, the playful edge in my tone a stark contrast to the weight in my chest. "Or is this the part where you tell me you've been looking for me?"
Their stance tightened, ready for anything. But so was I. Darth Relic, born from the fear of Vex Eras, ready to confront the past and carve out my future, whatever that might be.
'Why isn't he saying anything? This is getting annoying.'
With a flick of my wrist, my crimson blade snarled to life, casting an ominous vibrating glow on the darkened rooftops of Ares II City. Beneath the mask, my lips curled into a grin, the thrill of the impending clash sending a surge of adrenaline through my veins. I leaped forward, the Force propelling me with unnatural speed as I charged towards the Jedi who stood rooted in place, their own weapon finally ignited, humming in anticipation.
"Come on then, let's see what you've got," I taunted, my voice muffled but unmistakable in its excitement. It was a game, a twisted dance between light and dark that had my heart hammering against my chest. The poor soul didn't stand a chance. They were prey, and I had the fucking dog in me. Each swing of my saber was a deliberate provocation. Each block met with a chuckle that echoed eerily off the silent buildings around us.
"Relic," they finally gasped, the word barely audible over the clash of our blades. "Why? Why waste your time with the dark side?"
I paused, momentarily thrown by the question. My blade hovered inches from their throat, the red light illuminating their anxious features. 'Do they think they deserve an answer? How entitled is this guy?'
"Dude fuck off. I got some really annoying news today," I admitted. "It's not exactly the best time for you to play a zealot converter, you know?"
The Jedi seemed to falter, their lightsaber lowering ever so slightly, confusion written all over their face. Ah, sweet uncertainty. I knew it well. But tonight wasn't about persuasion or ideology. Tonight was about unleashing the storm within, one that had raged silently since the message earlier that evening shattered whatever semblance of peace I might have claimed as Vex Eras.
"Another time, maybe," I added, my shit-eating grin returning beneath my mask. "Jedi know this. I have come here to Goon my fucking balls off and kill Jedi… And I'm all out of cum!" I screamed at the Jedi with so much conviction it would make a nun sweat.
The Jedi's defenses crumble like the ruins of an ancient temple under my relentless assault. I laughed, a raw, jagged sound that scrapes against the night. There's a vicious kind of joy in this. The kind that comes from severing the chains of restraint with each swing of my crimson blade.
'Through victory, my chains are broken.'
The Jedi raises their lightsaber in a defensive stance, but they are no match for even a modicum of my power. I attack with blistering speed, my red blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. The Jedi parries and blocks my strikes, but they are slowly driven back under my merciless assault.
'Who says it's not fun to play with your food?'
With a feral roar, I unleash a devastating barrage of blows, beating down the Jedi's defenses through sheer ferocity. The Jedi's movements grow desperate and erratic. They know they cannot withstand my onslaught for long.
Sensing victory, I press my advantage, my lightsaber becoming a blur of lethal energy. I wear down the Jedi with ruthless efficiency, relishing their fear and frustration.
'Your fear feeds me.'
"Please stop. It's not too late. Think for a minute, Relic. You are strong enough to change everything. Look at you, please reconsider." The Jedi pleads, but it's in one ear out the other for me. Why would I even bother with this moron anyways?
Finally, the Jedi overextends with an impulsive counter-strike. I sidestep swiftly and bring my blade down in a vicious arc, severing the Jedi's hand at the wrist. Their lightsaber tumbles uselessly to the ground along with the severed appendage.
"Oh no, Got your hand, Jedi!" I laugh.
The Jedi cries out in pain, clutching the smoldering stump. But I don't give a fuck. I keep pushing my advantage in a merciless assault, my lightsaber carving through flesh and bone. Within moments, all of the Jedi's limbs had been severed, leaving them helpless before me.
"Fuck man, thanks," I chuckle as the Jedi Screams in utter agony. "I really needed that."
Their screams are a symphony to my ears, a horrific chorus that drowns out the whispers of conscience that might've once given me pause. I stand over them, relishing the sight of fear and defeat painted across their face.
'Oh fuck, this guy is a Jedi. Maybe he knows something about my mom or sister.' I ponder for a moment as I retract my blood-red blade.
"Hey," I say, my voice dipping into a mocking tempo as I crouch to meet their gaze. "You ever hear of Master Vexas or a padawan named Xevas?"
Their eyes are wild with agony, unfocused, and darting. They can barely muster a whimper, let alone words. The stench of charred flesh fills the air between us. I lean in closer, intrigued by the flicker of recognition at the mention of those names.
"Come on," I press, almost gently. "Any last words? A message for the dearly beloved?"
It takes a moment, but there it is a strained, breathy whisper. A dying wish that sends a shiver down my spine.
"Meet... your mother...Give her a chance to change you." they gasp out, the effort etching deeper lines of pain onto their face.
"Fuck off!" My saber hums back to life, a beacon of red in the darkness, a final act of mercy for the broken figure at my feet. I lop his head off and watch it roll off the roof. "Rest in piss, Jedi," I groan into the open air as I grab the falling head with a quick force pull. "It'd be rather awkward if this had caused a stir."
'Oh fuck, I almost forgot.' I quickly grab the Jedi's lightsaber and crack it in half like a wishbone. I grab my prize with a huge smile.
"You will join the other crystal in the Thiccsaber, my little stone friend." My thoughts once again strayed to Guts. "Fuck if I'm Guts, does that make Zenna my Griffith?" I think for a moment. "Nah, no matter what, I don't think she'd pull a Griffith, so this should be fine." My adhd addled thoughts kept grinding away on their never-ending quest to annoy me with the stupidest shit.
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