章節 63: The Stage Is Set
In the deepest reaches of Coruscant, far below the bustling cityscape and hidden away from both the Sith and the Jedi, lay an ancient Sith shrine. This place was unlike any other—its existence unknown even to the most powerful of Force users. The air was thick with centuries-old dust, the remnants of rituals long forgotten. Dark, towering statues of ancient Sith lords lined the walls, their stone eyes staring into the abyss with eternal malice. Dim red lights flickered from ancient sconces, casting eerie shadows that danced across the jagged rock walls. The oppressive silence was broken only by the faint hum of a deep, dark energy that thrummed from the very core of the shrine, as if the dark side itself had taken root in this forsaken place.
Deep within this shadowed sanctuary, Plagueis' essence drifted like a ghost, finally reaching his intended destination: the last remaining clone vessel prepared for him. After being forcibly ejected from Nihilus' body by Nihilus himself, Plagueis now found himself in the core of Coruscant, where the dark side's presence was at its most potent.
As Plagueis' essence entered the clone, his awareness slowly returned. He opened his eyes, blinking against the dim light of the shrine. But as his vision sharpened, what he saw filled him with shock and confusion. This clone was not a replica of his own body—it was Sidious', his former apprentice. But it wasn't just any version of Sidious; it felt different, stronger, and brimming with power far beyond anything Plagueis had ever sensed in his apprentice. The body was younger, fresher, and saturated with dark side energy in a way that was almost intoxicating.
"This… This is Sidious' body," Plagueis whispered to himself, his voice echoing softly against the cold stone walls. "But not as I remember. This power… it's greater than any I've known Sidious to possess. And it's full—full of the dark side, as if it's been cultivated, refined." He placed his hands on the stone altar before him, feeling the cold, smooth surface, his mind racing to piece together what had transpired.
"This is not from my time," he realized, his thoughts sharp and calculating. "This body… it must be from the future. Sidious, in my time, could never wield such potency. The dark side has not just provided a vessel—it has granted me a conduit of immense power, one capable of achieving what my original form could not."
Plagueis paused, his eyes narrowing as he felt the pulsating energy coursing through the clone. "This is no ordinary gift. The dark side itself must have summoned this body, infusing it with all the power needed for a single purpose: to strike down Gojo Satoru. One decisive blow, enough to tip the balance and fulfill the terms of our deal."
He clenched his fist, feeling the raw energy surge through his new form. "Gojo promised me immortality through that orb he calls the Hogyoku, a power that transcends even the Force. But there's a catch—a condition. If I fail, if I die here, Gojo will weaken the dark side of the Force itself by thirty percent. Thirty percent," Plagueis spat the words, the gravity of the wager weighing on him. "A loss of that magnitude would echo through the Force for millennia, crippling the dark side's influence across the galaxy."
Plagueis stood tall, his newfound strength flowing through every fiber of his being. He couldn't help but marvel at the irony. To be reborn in his apprentice's body, now more powerful than he had ever been in his prime, all for this singular moment. "The dark side has staked everything on this," Plagueis mused aloud, his voice steady but edged with a hint of trepidation. "A single strike, a final confrontation. I must not fail. I cannot fail."
He glanced at his hands, flexing his fingers as he felt the dark energy seethe just beneath the surface. "I have been given the ultimate gift—a chance to defy death, to seize the immortality I have always sought. But Gojo Satoru is no ordinary foe. He is a force unto himself, beyond even the Sith's understanding. Still… the dark side has chosen me. It believes I can strike the killing blow."
Plagueis took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead. "I will not squander this power. I will fulfill my end of the bargain, and in doing so, I will ascend beyond the chains of mortality."
He closed his eyes, reaching out with the Force, feeling the overwhelming darkness that thrummed within the ancient shrine. "This place… it amplifies the dark side. Every shadow, every stone resonates with the echoes of those who sought power here. I will use this to my advantage. Gojo may wield great power, but even he must bow to the raw, unyielding strength of the dark side at its apex."
Opening his eyes once more, Plagueis set his resolve. "I will face Gojo Satoru, and I will not fail. The dark side has entrusted me with this task, and I will see it through to the end. Immortality awaits, and I will claim it, no matter the cost."
With that, Plagueis stepped forward, his path clear. The dark side thrummed with anticipation, and the shrine seemed to pulse in rhythm with his own heartbeat. The final confrontation was approaching, and Plagueis, armed with the strength of his future apprentice and the full might of the dark side, prepared to face his greatest challenge yet.
Plagueis stood in the dim light of the ancient Sith shrine, feeling the weight of his final gamble. This was his last clone, his ultimate vessel. If he failed here, there would be no more escape, no further attempts at cheating death. Worse, Gojo could consume him, taking his essence and leaving nothing behind—a fate worse than death. Plagueis knew he had no room for error. The dark side's gifts had their limits, and the self-destructive Force Rend he once wielded was no longer an option.
Recalling the dark side's enhancements to his original body, Plagueis reviewed the vast powers he had assimilated from countless clones and fallen Sith. He realized that brute force alone wouldn't suffice against Gojo Satoru. He needed something truly catastrophic, a ritual that could drain the life force of an entire world, just as Vitiate had done on Nathema. Coruscant, with its billions of inhabitants, teeming with Jedi and laced with hidden Sith shrines, was the perfect target for such devastation.
"If Vitiate could do it, so can I," Plagueis resolved, his determination crystallizing into a cold, ruthless plan. He felt the dark side's immense power pulsing through the shrine, ancient echoes urging him to seize this final opportunity. "I'll make Coruscant my conduit, its life force my sustenance. If I am to fall, I'll take this entire world with me."
Plagueis began to weave his spell, drawing on Exar Kun's Force Dominate—a formidable telepathic ability capable of bending even the strongest minds—and Darth Nihilus' Force Draining, a terrifying power that severed life from the Force, feeding on the death it caused. He envisioned a ritual that would sap the very essence of Coruscant, amplifying his own power and leaving the planet a lifeless husk.
As Plagueis channeled his will into the dark side, a sinister energy rippled outward from the hidden shrine. The atmosphere above Coruscant began to transform, darkening as the ritual's influence spread. The once bustling cityscape was now shrouded in an eerie red glow, and the sky churned violently with the onset of a massive storm. Blood-red clouds swirled overhead, interspersed with bolts of crimson lightning that slashed through the heavens like the claws of a vengeful beast.
This was no ordinary storm—it was a manifestation of Plagueis' dark will: the Red Force Storm. Above the planet, a vast vortex of malevolent energy took form, stretching from the depths of the Sith shrine to the towering spires of the Jedi Temple. It loomed like a monstrous specter, feeding off the dark side energy radiating from every corner of Coruscant. Tendrils of red energy extended from the vortex, reaching out like fingers to probe the Jedi Temple and other key points of the city. Though not yet draining, the storm's presence was felt by all, its oppressive aura whispering of impending doom.
In the sky, the Red Force Storm churned with an almost sentient malice. Crimson clouds roiled and boiled, while lightning cascaded through them in chaotic bursts. From space, Coruscant appeared to be wrapped in a swirling cocoon of red, as if the very essence of the dark side had descended to claim the planet.
Plagueis, standing at the heart of the storm within the ancient shrine, felt the raw power of the ritual flowing into him. His hands were raised, conducting the storm like a dark symphony. He could feel every soul on Coruscant—every Jedi, every civilian, every living thing—trembling on the edge of oblivion. The shrine's ancient energies amplified the pull of the dark side, bolstering his resolve.
"All life on Coruscant will be mine," Plagueis declared, his voice echoing through the darkened chamber. "I will drain this world of its essence, dominate its minds, and rise unchallenged. Not even Gojo Satoru can withstand the might of an entire planet's life force turned against him."
As the storm intensified, Plagueis felt a surge of dark energy coursing through his new body, invigorating him with each passing moment. He could feel the combined power of Force Dominate and Force Drain amplifying his reach, connecting him to the very life force of Coruscant. The sky above the city became a churning maelstrom of red clouds and crimson lightning—a living embodiment of Plagueis' dark ambition and the destructive potential of the Red Force Storm.
The ancient Sith shrine trembled under the strain of the ritual, its stones humming with a resonant frequency that echoed the dark side's approval. This was Plagueis' last stand, his final gambit for immortality and ultimate power. He had staked everything on this ritual, and the dark side itself urged him onward, whispering promises of victory and dominion.
The Red Force Storm above Coruscant grew, casting a blood-red pall over the planet. The air vibrated with the power of the dark side, a palpable force that seemed to pull at the very souls of those beneath it. The skies above Coruscant mirrored the chaos of Plagueis' plan—volcanic clouds, crackling lightning, and an all-consuming darkness that signaled the impending doom.
Plagueis stood resolute, exhaling slowly as his eyes burned with the intensity of his dark purpose. He would not fail. The dark side had chosen him for this task, and with the full might of Coruscant's life force, he would confront Gojo Satoru and claim his promised immortality.
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Meanwhile, in the Jedi Council chamber, five minutes before the Red Force Storm gathered, Yoda addressed the council with a somber tone. "Much darkness surrounds us. Gojo Satoru, powerful he is. His actions, bold and boundless. Claims he makes—to diminish the dark side of the Force by thirty percent should he succeed in destroying this Sith, Darth Plagueis."
Yoda continued, recounting the dark side's desperate response. "The dark side has summoned Sith from the past: Darth Bane, Malgus, Revan, Exar Kun, Darth Nihilus, and Valkorion—the original aspect, a red-skinned Sith A species that remains unknown to us." He paused, reflecting on the grim reality. "Each faced Gojo Satoru, and each fell, one by one. Gojo defeated them all, choking the original aspect of Valkorion The Red Sith and taking to the stars, unchallenged."
The red-skinned Sith Yoda referred to was Tenebrae, a Sith Pureblood—a species characterized by their crimson skin, bone spurs, and prominent facial tendrils, indicative of the ancient Sith lineage from Korriban. However, Yoda, not knowing Tenebrae's true identity, simply referred to him as the "red Sith."
Jocasta Nu, the Jedi Temple's chief librarian, was visibly perturbed. Her expression hardened as she addressed the council, her pride in the Jedi archives evident. "This claim is preposterous! The notion that Gojo could reduce the dark side of the Force by thirty percent—it's beyond anything recorded in our archives. And if it does not appear in the Jedi archives, it simply does not exist. We cannot validate the true might of these ancient Sith if such information is not cataloged within our records. The Jedi archives are the most complete repository of knowledge in the galaxy; anything beyond it is mere speculation."
Her confidence in the archives as the ultimate source of truth was unwavering, and her voice carried the weight of her role as the guardian of the Jedi's historical records. "To entertain such claims is reckless and unfounded. It undermines the very foundations of our understanding of the Force and the ancient conflicts that have defined it."
Mace Windu, maintaining his composed demeanor, sensed the underlying tension and uncertainty spreading among the council members. He addressed them with a calm, steady tone, though his concern was palpable. "We must not underestimate Gojo Satoru. His power transcends the conventional boundaries of our galaxy. His resurrection, his unmatched strength—these are phenomena beyond our comprehension. As he claims to be the 'Honored One,' it seems his very presence compels the stars of every galaxy to shine brighter."
Plo Koon, who had been silently observing, now spoke up, his deep voice carrying a measured, reflective tone. "Jocasta, the reason we have asked you to attend this council meeting, even as the Temple librarian, is because we respect your vast knowledge. However, it seems that the dark side is desperate, and even the archives have their limits. I have searched many records and reviewed countless entries, and I must admit, our archives are indeed incomplete."
He gestured toward an ethereal screen that had been summoned in the council chamber, likely by Gojo's influence, as he often broadcasted his exploits. The screen displayed a vivid record of Gojo's battles against the ancient Sith. "If you don't believe the extent of Gojo's knowledge, then look at the proof right here. Most of these ancient Sith are far more powerful than anything we currently know. Take Nihilus, for example—the Sith who drained the life from four planets: Dagobah, Malachor V, Vjun, and Iridonia. None of these details are found in our archives, but Gojo has revealed their names and powers."
Plo Koon's voice carried a blend of awe and concern. "Gojo not only fought these Sith but saved us from having to face them ourselves. The dark side's desperation is evident in its summoning of these ancient threats, and Gojo's actions, while unconventional, have spared us from a far greater danger."
Yoda, with a rare hint of humor in his gravelly voice, added, "Brawled Nihilus to death, Gojo did. A brawl not even the archives could have foretold." The Council members exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and unease.
Jocasta Nu, unwilling to fully accept the implications, defended her stance with a note of defiance. "Perhaps the dark side has only summoned these ancient Sith to fight Gojo, provoked by his arrogance, which knows no bounds. Once Gojo Satoru is defeated by these Sith Lords, they will disappear on their own. There is no indication that their presence poses a long-term threat."
Mace Windu interrupted, his voice firm and laden with caution. "The dark side has never shown such desperation. Sith Lords, especially those of such renown, are driven by greed and self-interest. They would never act without personal gain. If one of them manages to kill Gojo, I am convinced they would seize the opportunity to reclaim life in this galaxy. This would be disastrous for us all."
Meanwhile, Adi Gallia sat quietly, her thoughts heavy with the gravity of their situation. She recalled the options that Gojo had laid before Master Yoda and Master Windu, each fraught with peril. She struggled with the possibility of a fourth option: to meditate at the hidden Sith shrine beneath the Jedi Temple, a theory she had considered but never acted upon.
"Can I truly consider this?" Adi wondered aloud, her voice tinged with doubt. "The first option—to ignore the shrine and hope the dark side's influence fades—seems like willful blindness. The second option, to bomb the Jedi Temple to the ground, would destroy not only the shrine but the very heart of the Jedi Order. And the third… to allow young Anakin to absorb the dark side influence, to forge a curse technique of his own, as Gojo suggested. That path is the most dangerous of all."
Adi's eyes lingered on the ethereal screen, replaying the scenes of Gojo's battles. "From everything I've seen and heard, Gojo does not speak without reason. His actions on that screen, the battles against ancient Sith Lords, are undeniable proof of his prowess and his intent. But can we trust in a man who bends the very rules of reality itself?"
Her confidence waned, the weight of her responsibilities as a Jedi pressing down upon her. "Each option Gojo presented carries immense risk, yet what he's demonstrated goes beyond mere words. His display of power… it's real.
As Adi Gallia wrestled with her inner turmoil, the doors of the Jedi Council chamber burst open, and Shaak Ti, still a Jedi Knight, stormed in, her usually composed demeanor replaced by urgent alarm. Her Lekku twitched as she pointed towards the large windows of the council chamber. "Look at the sky!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with dread.
The council members turned their attention outside, and what they saw sent a chill through the room. Above Coruscant, the sky had transformed into a nightmarish vision. Red clouds churned violently, swirling with an intensity that mirrored the depths of the dark side itself. Crimson lightning cracked across the expanse, illuminating the storm with an ominous, blood-red glow. The once bustling skyline of the galactic capital was now overshadowed by the malignant presence of the Red Force Storm, a storm unlike anything the Jedi had ever encountered.
The storm loomed like a vast, predatory beast, its tendrils of dark energy stretching down towards the city. The clouds pulsed and throbbed as if alive, each flash of lightning radiating a palpable sense of malice. The storm's influence extended far and wide, casting a red hue over the entire planet, making even the brightest lights of Coruscant seem dim and feeble in comparison.
Yoda and Mace Windu, along with the rest of the council, felt the oppressive weight of the dark side growing, pressing against their senses. The air seemed to vibrate with dark energy, and the very fabric of the Force felt twisted and corrupted by the malevolent presence above. They all knew this was no ordinary threat—this was the manifestation of Plagueis' dark ambition, reaching out to consume Coruscant itself.
As the council members began to rise, preparing to confront this emerging danger, they suddenly froze in place. An invisible force gripped them, locking them in a state of suspended animation. Their expressions remained fixed, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Plagueis' Force Domination had seized them all, extending its influence not just to the Jedi Council, but to every being across Coruscant.
Across the city-planet, time seemed to stand still. Citizens, droids, and even vehicles halted mid-motion, all caught in the grip of Plagueis' malevolent power. The bustling streets fell silent, and the vibrant hum of Coruscant's perpetual activity was replaced by an eerie stillness. Plagueis' dark presence permeated every corner, his control absolute, as if the entire planet had become his puppet.
The Force Domination was overwhelming, bending even the strongest minds to Plagueis' will. It was as if the entire essence of Coruscant had been captured in a frozen moment, held hostage by the dark side's might. The Red Force Storm above intensified, its energy feeding into the planet below, as if preparing to unleash an apocalyptic force that would consume everything in its path.
In the Council chamber, Yoda's eyes flickered, straining against the invisible bonds that held him. Mace Windu's jaw clenched, his muscles tensed as he fought against the immobilizing grip of the dark side. The council members, the protectors of peace and justice in the galaxy, were now rendered powerless, caught in the thrall of a Sith Lord's final gambit.
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Meanwhile, in the Chancellor's chamber, Palpatine was seated, flanked by his advisors, ready to discuss the day's affairs. Just as he began to speak, his words caught in his throat. His body stiffened, and his expression shifted to one of shock and confusion as he found himself frozen in place, unable to move or speak.
"What… is this?" Palpatine thought, straining against the invisible force that bound him. The feeling was familiar, and realization dawned quickly. "My master… Plagueis. It has to be him. But this power—it's never been this overwhelming."
Palpatine's thoughts raced as he struggled to comprehend the situation. "Plagueis has always been formidable, but this… This is beyond anything he's ever shown. What in the dark side is he doing? And more importantly, did he just forget that his apprentice is on Coruscant?"
Palpatine's frustration mingled with a begrudging amusement. "Typical," he mused wryly to himself, though he couldn't so much as twitch a finger. "Plagueis, so absorbed in his own schemes that he neglects his own disciple! Here I am, trapped in his power play, and he doesn't even think to make an exception for me. Classic Plagueis."
His advisors, equally immobilized, stared blankly at the room, oblivious to the Sith machinations at play. Palpatine, meanwhile, seethed internally. "When this is over, master, I'll make sure you remember exactly where your apprentice stands. But for now, let's see how you handle this mess you've created."
Palpatine's mind continued to whirl with plans and contingencies, the irony of his predicament not lost on him. He was the hidden Sith Lord poised to overthrow his own master, yet here he was, caught in Plagueis' grand design—an afterthought in a plot that didn't even account for him. The irony was almost enough to make him laugh, if only he could move.
As he continued to grapple with his immobility, Palpatine sensed a powerful and overwhelming dark energy converging above Coruscant. His senses, finely attuned to the nuances of the Force, picked up on the immense disturbance, a storm of dark energy swirling violently in the sky. Though he couldn't see it directly, the presence was unmistakable and suffocating.
Palpatine thought, alarm sharpening his senses. "A convergence of the dark side? Is my master attempting to unleash something catastrophic?" The realization struck him with an unsettling clarity. "Could it be… Plagueis is trying to kill me as well, fully aware that I am here? Has he become so consumed by his own power that he's willing to obliterate everything, even his loyal apprentice?"
The notion that Plagueis might disregard him entirely, treating him as just another expendable piece in his grand scheme, filled Palpatine with a cold, simmering rage. For the first time, the ever-calculating Sith Lord found himself wondering if his own master truly saw no value in his existence—or worse, if he was actively seeking to eliminate him in his reckless pursuit of absolute power.
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Deep in the darkest depths of Coruscant, where the ancient Sith shrine lay hidden from both Sith and Jedi alike, Plagueis stood poised, ready to command the Red Force Storm to drain Coruscant of its life force. The chamber around him pulsed with dark energy, its ancient stone walls vibrating in tune with the growing power. His mind was set on the task—until a sudden disruption rippled through the Force, a disturbance that rattled even his unwavering focus.
"What is this?" Plagueis muttered, his senses flaring as he felt the Red Force Storm falter, its energy disrupted. He reached out through the Force, seeking the source of the interference, and what he found filled him with a rare moment of dread. "Gojo Satoru," he realized, his voice laced with both frustration and unease.
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Gojo was moving at lightspeed, and in his grasp, he dragged Tenebrae—Valkorion's original aspect—choked lifeless in his iron grip. The journey from Ambria to Coruscant was nothing short of a living nightmare for Tenebrae. Traveling at such incomprehensible speed, Tenebrae's body was subjected to an onslaught of forces that tore him apart at an atomic level. His flesh was shredded from his bones, torn away in strips by the sheer velocity of their travel. Muscles snapped like overstretched wires, his skeleton splintering under the relentless pressure. His once intimidating form was reduced to a grotesque, mangled shell; the vibrant red of his skin was a mess of torn, burnt tissue, charred black in places by the friction of their transit through the void.
But Gojo wasn't done.
As they hurtled into Coruscant's atmosphere, Gojo didn't slow. He plunged straight through the upper levels of the planet-wide city, descending with unstoppable momentum from Level 5127. Each impact was catastrophic, the sheer force of Gojo's speed creating a series of explosions that cascaded downward as he crashed through the levels.
At Level 5127, Gojo's initial impact sent shockwaves throughout the surrounding area. Skyscrapers were torn asunder, their durasteel frames snapping like twigs as debris rained down in a deadly hail. The buildings directly below were obliterated, collapsing into rubble as the energy from the collision rippled outward.
As Gojo and Tenebrae continued their descent, the damage escalated with each thousand-level drop:
Level 4000: The descent of Gojo and Tenebrae carved a fiery path through the level, disintegrating everything in their trajectory. The impact caused a chain reaction of explosions, igniting fuel lines and sending massive plumes of fire spiraling into the air. Inhabitants had mere seconds to react before their surroundings were vaporized, and the level itself buckled under the strain, collapsing into the one below.
Level 3000: By this point, Tenebrae's body was barely recognizable—little more than a charred, unrecognizable mass. The relentless impact shattered entire blocks as Gojo's path of destruction pulverized infrastructure. The force of their descent sent out shockwaves that toppled buildings like dominoes, the ground itself cracking and splintering as the unrelenting momentum carved deeper into Coruscant.
Level 2000: The devastation grew even more pronounced as they tore through the level, with seismic ripples shuddering through the city's foundations. Massive support columns that had stood for centuries were obliterated, sending sections of the level crashing into each other in a cacophony of destruction. The air filled with the sound of shrieking metal and the cries of those caught in the wake of their descent.
Level 1000: As Gojo neared the lower levels, the ancient structures that made up Coruscant's oldest sections were obliterated. Historical buildings and relics that had stood for thousands of years were reduced to dust in an instant. The intense heat generated by the friction of their speed ignited fires that spread uncontrollably, consuming what little was left of the level.
Finally, Gojo and Tenebrae crashed into Level 1, the lowest and most ancient part of Coruscant, where the hidden Sith shrine resided. The impact was cataclysmic—a deafening explosion of energy and force that radiated outward, reducing the shrine to rubble. Stone walls, once engraved with the history of the Sith, were annihilated, and towering statues crumbled into dust. The ground split open in massive chasms, swallowing the remains of Tenebrae, who now lay in a grotesque heap, a testament to the sheer brutality of his journey. His body was a twisted wreckage of shattered bones, charred sinew, and unrecognizable flesh, splattered against the fractured remnants of the ancient shrine.
Gojo stood amidst the ruins, unscathed and unfazed by the destructive path he had carved from the outer reaches of the galaxy to the heart of Coruscant. He discarded Tenebrae's remains, tossing them aside like a broken doll. The once-intact chamber of the Sith shrine was now a desolate expanse of devastation, every trace of its former grandeur lost to the raw power of Gojo's arrival.
Plagueis, standing at the altar of the ancient Sith shrine, felt the ground beneath him quake as the sheer force of Gojo's lightspeed arrival reverberated through the very core of Coruscant. Dust and debris filled the air, swirling around him in a chaotic storm. His connection to the Red Force Storm flickered and almost faltered, destabilized by the cataclysmic impact that had shattered the shrine and sent ripples of fear through the dark side itself. Plagueis' composure wavered as he beheld the scene before him—a sight that defied even his darkest anticipations.
Gojo Satoru stood amidst the wreckage, unscathed, his four-pupil Rikugan eyes glowing with an ethereal brilliance that pierced the gloom of the shattered shrine. He stared down the Sith Lord with an expression of calm disinterest, as if the destruction he had wrought was of no consequence.
"This will be the finale, Plagueis," Gojo taunted, his voice carrying a chilling indifference. "Either you get your immortality, or I reduce the dark side by thirty percent."
Plagueis' eyes widened in shock as the full realization of Gojo's actions set in. The fact that Gojo had descended from Level 5127 to Level 1 in a single, unbroken streak of lightspeed was incomprehensible. It wasn't just the scale of power that stunned him—it was the sheer recklessness, the utter disregard for the lives and structures that had been annihilated in his wake
Plagueis' face twisted in shock and fury, his mind reeling at the audacity and destruction that Gojo had unleashed. He couldn't help but seethe at the sight before him. "Do you have any idea how many lives you've just snuffed out with that reckless display?" Plagueis spat, his voice a mix of disbelief and rage. The scale of devastation from the impact alone was unfathomable.
Gojo's smirk widened, unperturbed by the Sith Lord's anger. "And how many lives were you planning to drain from Coruscant, hmm?" Gojo countered, his tone mocking and casual. "You were going to answer to no one, but here you are, asking me to justify a little destruction."
Plagueis clenched his fists, his mind racing to assess the damage. The Sith Lord's calculations faltered under the weight of Gojo's arrival, the light-speed crash through Coruscant's countless levels a stark reminder of the vast difference in power. The dark side of the Force surged around him, seething in sync with his anger. But even with all his strength, Plagueis could feel the imbalance tipping further out of his favor.
He knew this was not just a battle for supremacy but a decisive moment where the very future of the dark side hung in the balance. The ancient shrine, now shattered and weakened, resonated with the dark energies that Plagueis desperately tried to command. Gojo's presence, however, loomed large—an immovable force of nature standing between the Sith Lord and his coveted immortality.
Plagueis focused intently, channeling every bit of the dark energies that still thrummed within the shattered shrine. He knew that this was no ordinary confrontation; it was a defining moment where the fate of the dark side itself hung precariously in the balance. The shrine, once a stronghold of Sith power, now felt fragile under the oppressive presence of Gojo Satoru, who stood before him like an unstoppable force of nature.
Gojo adopted his Wing Chun stance, his posture fluid yet resolute. His left hand extended with his palm open, revealing an eye with two yellow pupils—the mark of Pernida, embodying the adaptability and overwhelming force of his opponent's power. Meanwhile, the back of his right hand darkened, another eye opening there—Mimihagi's essence, signifying the stillness and absolute control Gojo wielded over the unfolding battle.
As Gojo's eyes narrowed with an amused glint, he spoke with biting sarcasm, "Looks like I get to fight the legend, Sidious, today." His words were a mocking acknowledgment of Plagueis' current form—a clone of Sidious from a future that even Plagueis didn't fully understand, brimming with a power that rivaled the greatest of the Sith legends.
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Meanwhile, in the Jedi Council chamber, the Jedi Masters had just been released from the paralyzing grip of Plagueis' Force Domination. Each of them breathed heavily, still reeling from the overwhelming display of power that had frozen the entire city-planet. Mace Windu was the first to regain his composure, his expression grim as he asked, "What was that?"
Yoda, his brows furrowed in deep thought, tried to make sense of the chaotic energies swirling above Coruscant. "A disturbance in the Force, greater than any in recent memory," Yoda said quietly. "Gojo Satoru, facing the Sith Lord Plagueis. Their clash disrupts the balance—no ordinary battle, this is."
As Yoda looked up, the Red Force Storm still raged in the sky, its crimson tendrils casting a sinister glow over the entire cityscape. The storm had not dissipated; instead, it seemed to feed off the tension and fear radiating from the populace below. The Jedi Council members exchanged uneasy glances, each of them aware of the gravity of the situation.
Plo Koon, his sharp gaze catching something unusual, pointed upwards. "There's more than just the storm. Look—a screen of some kind, broadcasting what's happening. It's Gojo Satoru. He's… he's saving us." The ethereal screen displayed a live feed of Gojo's confrontation with Plagueis, showing the stark reality of their battle beneath the chaotic skies.
Shaak Ti, her voice laced with urgency, interrupted as she gestured out toward the city. "There's a crater on Coruscant, as if something crashed into it with tremendous force." The other Jedi turned to see the massive crater that marred the cityscape, a testament to Gojo's high-speed descent from the stars, carrying Tenebrae with him through Coruscant's countless levels and slamming into the ancient shrine at Level 1.
Mace Windu's gaze was firm, his voice resonating with a blend of caution and acknowledgment of the precarious situation. "Gojo's actions, reckless as they are, may be our only hope against this threat. But the dark side is desperate, and Plagueis… he is not one to be underestimated, even in a borrowed form."
Yoda nodded solemnly, his eyes fixed on the ethereal screen that continued to broadcast the confrontation below. "A battle of legends, this is. Not bound by our galaxy's rules, Gojo Satoru stands apart. The storm has not ended… the final act, it seems, has only just begun."
As the Jedi Council watched the unfolding events with a mixture of hope and trepidation, the fate of Coruscant—and perhaps the entire galaxy—hung in the balance. The clash between Gojo and Plagueis was more than a fight; it was a struggle that would determine the future of the Force itself.
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Meanwhile, in the Chancellor's chamber, Palpatine finally regained control of his body. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the tension ease from his muscles. His advisors, still visibly shaken, turned to him with anxious expressions.
"Chancellor Palpatine," one of them asked, his voice edged with worry, "what has happened to Coruscant? The sky… that storm…"
Palpatine, taking a moment to steady himself, glanced out of the window and caught sight of the ethereal screen projected high in the sky, displaying the fierce confrontation deep within Coruscant. His sharp eyes narrowed as he recognized the figures locked in battle: Gojo Satoru and Plagueis, in a duel that defied everything he knew.
"Gojo is having a showdown with Plagueis… at Level 1," Palpatine murmured, a note of disbelief in his voice. "The deepest parts of Coruscant… where even the light of the Force scarcely reaches."
He turned his gaze towards the massive crater not far from the Senate rotunda, the devastation unmistakable. The destruction was vast, a testament to the sheer power unleashed by Gojo's reckless descent. Palpatine's thoughts flickered with a mix of frustration and grudging acknowledgment.
"Typical Gojo," Palpatine thought, his expression hardening. "Always acting without regard for the consequences. But despite his recklessness, he may have just saved us all. That crater… it's proof of Gojo's disregard for the rules. Yet, in doing so, he has potentially spared us from My Master ' machinations."
Turning back to his advisors, Palpatine spoke with a composed but measured tone. "It seems Gojo's intervention, as reckless as it may be, has altered the course of events. Plagueis is no ordinary Sith; he is a master of schemes, and had Gojo not intervened, we might have been dealing with a far graver threat."
His advisors nodded, still processing the enormity of the situation unfolding before their eyes. Palpatine, however, remained internally vigilant, his mind already calculating the implications of this duel between Gojo and Plagueis. As much as he disliked the unpredictability of Gojo's actions, the hidden Sith Lord couldn't deny the impact they were having—both on the fate of Coruscant and the delicate balance of the Force itself.
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