Part 30
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Endgame
Ozar was waiting for the right
moment.
Turge’s blades were almost upon him
and that was the right moment.
Losing his facility meant he lost a
good chunk of power input but they had made a grave miscalculation. It was Ozar’s
innate darkness that had created the facility and kept it going. He was the
black heart and dark soul of that facility and, without it to siphon off his power;
he had become a nexus of the Dark Side.
His sulphur eyes gazed at Turge and
emitted hatred: pure, unfiltered hatred. The Dark Side powers flared as his
gaze transmitted that hate and turned it into offensive power. Ozar gazed at
Turge – and the mutant disintegrated. He became a puff of ash, like a piece of
paper burning and its ashes left in a breeze.
Wraith and Pym remained stunned, as
if frozen in time. It was the rarest of Dark powers called Deadly Sight. Whilst
most Dark Side powers used anger as their source, Deadly Sight was the gaze of
hatred.
The Sith turned his gaze at Pym.
Wraith stepped in front of him, shielding the small Bimm from sight, and channelled
his own Force powers. He could feel Ozar’s will power as his Deadly Sight
willed his body gone. But Wraith countered with equal willpower and managed to
remain intact.
“You are just like a plague,” spat
Ozar. “You’re impossible to get rid of.” He ignited his lightsaber and a veil
of darkness gathered around him. “Unless I cut you off at the source and annihilate
you once and for all.”
The three clashed. Wraith and Ozar
traded vicious blows, whilst Pym used his smaller frame to navigate is between
them and leap. His shoto shot out like a blaster, stabbing into Ozar. The Sith’s
veil of darkness blocked every strike.
Wraith retreated suddenly and
unleashed a barrage of red lightning. Ozar dissipated the attack and ducked as
Pym shot from out of nowhere and nearly beheaded him. He hovered in the air as
gravity increased. The two warriors were soon on their knees, struggling to
breathe.
‘It’s a Force power,’ said Wraith
telepathically. ‘Absorb it.’
Pym was not a master of tutaminis,
the art of absorption and redirection of the Force, but could perform it. They both
redirected the gravity power back at Ozar: Wraith blasting him with lightning
and Pym unleashing a blast of pure kinetic energy.
Darth Ozar was sent upwards and
into the ceiling. Wraith Force pushed, keeping him in place. The Sith was
disarmed and completely vulnerable. Pym leapt, ran up the wall and Force
jumped. His orange shoto was inches away from killing the Sith.
All it took was a twitch of his
fingers. Ozar telekinetically brought his weapon upwards, like a red arrow. It intercepted
Pym’s leap and impaled the little furred Bimm. The force of the impact sent the
now dead Jedi against the wall; nailing him into the stone like a grotesque
ornament.
Ozar broke free of Wraith’s hold
and retrieved his weapon. There was a silent look between them. Then the Sith
brought the ceiling down and flew out of the hole he just created.
Wraith’s powers saved him from the
falling debris. He glared at the hole where Ozar escaped through – no, not
escaped: the Sith simply changed location.
His eyes wondered over Turge and
Pym. Perhaps he should heal them. No, that was not the will of the Force. His destiny
was to destroy Ozar and set the future for the rest of the galaxy. That was why
he was enlightened in his jail cell all the time ago – it felt like years. He,
as a person, may have changed, but his mission, his reason to live, had not.
He extended his senses and felt
Elara’s Force signature. She was alive and that made him happy. If he fought Ozar
away from here, she had a better chance of survival. It was a battle to the
death between him and the Sith. If she interfered, she would be killed.
So he squeezed his lightsaber and
allowed the Force to guide him again. He took a step and felt space shift
around him.
He reappeared on the rooftop of the
building. Darth Ozar stood at ease on the other side. He wore only his boots
and billowing pants. Natural lightning illuminated the grey skies and his black
Sith tattoos showed briefly under the flash of light. His red lightsaber hummed
in anticipation at his side; the plasma blade pointed downwards.
Rain began falling; gently at
first, then picking up the pace. Every drop hummed and hissed against the Sith
lord and his weapon.
Wraith removed his cloak, revealing
the sleeveless black tunic he wore beneath it. His lighsaber ignited twice, and
a flame coloured plasma blade appeared on each end.
Both Force users stood there,
starring at each other. Their Force signatures were at their fullest and
loudest. There was no more need for secrets now- this was an all-out fight.
Their presence began pushing against
one another before they even moved. It was like two opposing tidal waves
crashing against each other. Then the fight began.
Red lightsaber met amber lightsaber
in a flurry of blows. Wraith blocked an overhead strike and spun low. Ozar
pushed with the Force, saving himself from impalement. He suffered a light scratch
on the leg and Wraith was sent sprawling.
Wraith shot lightning and the
moisture increased its power. Ozar deflected it. Wraith teleported to his flank
and their weapons met again. Ozar’s free hand collected shadows and became a
spike. Wraith unhinged the unused end of his lightsaber and parried the shadow
blade. Ozar augmented his strength with the Force, driving Wraith down.
Wraith focused his power on the
moisture and a tidal wave of water rose from behind Ozar. He turned in horror
as Wraith slip from under him with a Force pull and saw the wave crash down on
the Sith.
Ozar yelled in anger and his lightning
arced towards Wraith. The latter dodged and Force pulled his leg from under
him. Still holding the Force grip, Wraith rose to the skies, spun and slammed
Ozar down on the roof ground. Ozar steadied himself and absorbed most of the
impact.
Both of them now hung in the air
clashing against each other. They were evenly matched and the storm raged more
violently as they went in for the kill over and over again.
They smashed into a blade-lock again
and Ozar drove them down. He straddled Wraith as both lighsabers hummed
dangerously close to their faces. Shadow tendrils rose from Ozar and threatened
to piece Wraith. He utilized a combination of powers: first the rendered
himself intangible. At the same time he put up a barrier of light so that the
Dark Side powers will not harm him. Lastly he Force pushed himself: upwards and
into Ozar.
He phased through his enemy and
materialized above Ozar’s back. In one swift motion he conjoined his weapon again
and spun. Ozar’s red lightsaber parried his strike and shadows rose. Wraith broke
off his weapon and defended himself using the Jar’kai technique called Rising
Whirlwind, in combination with Shien and Soresu techniques.
The Force users clashed again. Ozar’s
weapon arced in an overhead strike as Wraith’s paired weapons met it in a cross
shape. They pushed against each other.
The ground shook beneath them and
crumbled. Their Force powers reacted with each other and an anti-matter field
was created around them. They ended up floating in midair. The more they
struggled, the large the field grew. The roof began disintegrating as the
sphere shaped field consumed every material thing.
From Ozar, shadows rose and engulfed
him. His red lightsaber was shrouded in obsidian. From Wraith, light emerged
and his twin amber lightsabers were bathed in light.
They let go of their weapons: this
was a battle of wills. The lightsabers remained there, remotely controlled by
their owners- they were mere extensions of their willpower.
As their weaopons floated above
them, the two pushed with their palms extended. There was an invisible heavy
force between them, the balance: it was a surge of destructive energy, and the
key to win. If only he could do it, if only he could push through, Wraith would
finally be at peace.
But his strength was failing. Even the
Force within him began ebbing. He was reaching the last of his reserves. Perhaps
this was how it had to end – mutual destruction.
He felt the Force answer his plea. Power
siphoned through him as he felt himself become one with the Force. And in that
blizzard of sensations, he got a glimpse of Ozar’s past and his destiny. He also
felt Elara. She had gotten away long before the building had collapsed.
He saw the future he desperately
fought for: the destruction as Order 66 would be issued. The fall of the Jedi. And
then, one man, chosen by the Force to become the kindle of hope. He also saw the
fearful Sith who renounces evil at the last moment to save his son. The fall of
Sith and an era of peace.
And then, like a tiny black hole,
he saw an anomaly. A world, perhaps even a different galaxy. The Unknown.
Then he saw them: the next
generation. A Nautolan with a curved lightsaber smiling happily. A purple
skinned Twi’lek, not unlike Elara’s blade. A skilled yet shy Zabrak mechanic
and a brash female human pilot. An engineer who spends his time tinkering with
mechanics. All of them Jedi and somehow connected.
But that was another time. Perhaps even
another lifetime. Perhaps this was how the Force reassured him that the fruits
of his labour will prosper.
He felt all their power, every
living creature, who was to perish should Ozar exist, and he fought for them. This
was why he fought – all this time, he thought it was the Force. But the Force
was alive: life from these beings who desperately wanted to live.
And live they shall.
Blinding light exploded from Wraith
as he pushed through. Ozar felt his power and wondered: just where can such strength
be found? All this time he spent searching for power and now that he found it,
he was to perish by it.
Light and power consumed the sky
and Darth Ozar felt himself disintegrating. In one fell swoop he ceased to
exist, all of his influence gone.
The light kept on expanding,
travelling through the Force, to reach every corner of the universe, cleansing
the Sith’s presence forever. Only one remained now, but he needed to be kept
alive. Darth Sidious – the lynchpin of the future.
Then finally the light faded too
and Wraith found himself face up on debris. He no longer had the strength to
move or even fell the lightsabers pressing painfully against this back.
He felt nothing.
And in that nothing, he found total
peace.
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