章節 18: New empire
The acrid stench of burnt flesh and scorched metal hung heavy in the air, a grim testament to the recent battle. The once bustling outpost on Ord Mantell was now a desolate graveyard of twisted metal and broken dreams. Darth Jadus, his obsidian armor gleaming under the sickly glow of the twin suns, stood over the fallen form of Darth Krayt, the Sith Emperor. Krayt lay sprawled on the ground, his face contorted in pain, his right hand a mangled stump.
'So, you call yourself the Emperor, yet you crumble before a pack of fools,' Jadus sneered, his voice a rasping echo in the ravaged landscape. His glowing red eyes fixed on Krayt with an intensity that could melt metal.
Krayt coughed, a guttural, rasping sound that resonated with agony. 'They were many, Jadus. Their numbers overwhelmed me.' His voice, normally commanding and resonant, was weak and strained.
'Numbers? You are a Sith Lord, a master of the Force! You should have crushed them like ants under your boot!' Jadus's voice rose, the anger in his tone palpable. 'This… this is a disgrace. You are a disgrace to the Sith!'
Krayt winced, his eyes pleading with Jadus. 'They were cunning, Jadus. They used their numbers to their advantage. I… I underestimated them.'
Jadus scoffed. 'It seems your arrogance has finally caught up with you, Emperor. You were blinded by your own grandiosity, just like so many before you. You become complacent, then weak. You become… vulnerable.' He paused, his glowing eyes flickering with a sinister light. 'But, you know, there is hope for you yet.'
Krayt's eyes widened, a flicker of hope igniting within him. He had felt his strength waning, his power slipping away. The thought of being salvaged from this defeat was a glimmer of light in the darkness.
'There is a way to regain what you have lost,' Jadus continued, his voice a low, seductive whisper. 'A way to become more powerful than you ever imagined. A way to survive centuries beyond your natural lifespan.'
Krayt struggled to sit up, his gaze burning with a renewed sense of urgency. 'Tell me, Jadus. Tell me how!'
Jadus tilted his head, the mask on his face turning toward Krayt. 'There is a place… an ancient Sith oubliette, hidden deep within the heart of the Sith homeworld, Korriban. Within its depths, lies a wellspring of forbidden knowledge, a dark energy that can restore what you have lost, and more.'
Krayt leaned in, his gaze locked on Jadus, his voice barely a whisper. 'How do I find this… this oubliette?'
Just before Jadus could answer, a slender figure emerged from the shadows. Zanara, the Twi'lek Jedi, her almond-shaped purple eyes blazing with righteous fury, raised a gleaming lightsaber, its blade humming with energy.
'You are a monster, Jadus!' she screamed, her voice echoing across the battlefield. 'You will pay for your crimes!'
Jadus looked at Zanara with a mixture of disdain and amusement. 'You are nothing but an insignificant insect, a mere nuisance,' he said, his voice dripping with scorn.
Zanara lunged, her lightsaber a blur of light, slicing through the air. But Jadus was too quick, too powerful. He sidestepped her attack, his razor-sharp metal claws extended, striking out with lethal precision.
Zanara parried the attack, but she was outmatched. Jadus pressed his advantage, forcing her back, his movements a lethal dance of death.
Just as Jadus was about to deliver the final blow, Zanara, in a moment of desperation, leaped forward, her agility exceeding the Sith Lord's expectations. She plunged a vibroblade hidden in her sleeve deep into Jadus's back.
Jadus staggered, his hand clutching his wound. His glowing red eyes, for the first time, betrayed a flicker of surprise, a hint of vulnerability.
Krayt, stunned by the sudden turn of events, watched in disbelief as Jadus crumpled to the ground.
'You… you fool!' Jadus rasped, his voice weak and strained. 'You have condemned yourself! You have condemned all of us!'
He coughed, blood staining the insides of his mask red. His hand reached out, trembling, his gaze now fixed on Krayt. 'Find the oubliette… it will grant you… immortality… the power to shape the galaxy… you… are the new… Emperor.'
His voice faded, his grip on the force loosening. He slumped to the ground, lifeless.
Krayt, overwhelmed by a mix of anger and grief, watched as Zanara disappeared into the shadows. He was furious. How could he, the Sith Emperor, the master of the dark side, be betrayed by this mere Jedi? His rage was a molten force, burning inside him, threatening to consume him.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over him. His vision blurred. He felt his grip on the Force weakening. The dark side, his very source of power, seemed to be abandoning him.
He collapsed to the ground, falling unconscious.
Ryla's eyes burning with a cold fury, stood over Krayt's body.
'We need to get him out of here,' she said, her voice a mere whisper. 'Jadus… he needs to be taken to the ship.'
Raidy, stood beside Ryla, her purple eyes cold and calculating. She had been groomed for this moment, her skills honed for stealth, betrayal, and ruthless efficiency. She saw the opportunity in chaos, and she was ready to embrace it.
Elara stood at the edge of the battlefield, her gaze focused on the horizon. Her mind was a weapon, sharp and precise. She had seen the death of Jadus and the collapse of Krayt. There was a change in the air, an opportunity, a chance to redefine her place in the new order.
Together they lifted Krayt's unconscious form onto a makeshift stretcher. They also gathered Jadus's body, their focus on the task at hand.
'We need to move fast,' Elara said, her voice emotionless. 'We need to get him to the ship before the Republic gets their hands on him."
Through the wreckage, over the debris, they made their way to the landing platform. The Sith transport ship, a long, sleek vessel, waited for them.
They loaded Krayt and Jadus onto the ship, their movement efficient and precise. As they ascended, the Republic forces were just beginning to arrive on the scene. They had missed their chance.
As the ship lifted off, leaving the ravaged planet behind, a new chapter in the history of the Sith was beginning. Krayt might be unconscious, but his influence, his lineage, his power, was about to be redefined. The Sith had tasted defeat, but they would not be broken. They would rise again, stronger than before. The galaxy would be theirs. They would have it all.
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