Father and Son
"Father," whispered Tualk Hord, in a moment of weakness. His lightsabers fell to the ground as his hands went limp in shock. He knew that this moment would come. But he wasn't prepared for it. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like a lost child again.
"Tulak," nodded the Jedi. Noting his "son's" sudden weakness in character, the Master tilted his head mockingly and said "It appears you haven't grown up as much as you'd thought."
Hearing these words seem to shake the Sith Lord out of his stupor. Regaining his composture, Hord spoke out, his voice once agin full of the icy power and hatred that he'd exhibited earlier.
"I've grown far more than you can ever imagine."
"Why? Why did you choose the path you chose?" said his father, suddenly showing the same weakness that Hord had previously been possessed by.
"Because it is the path to power, to success. You cannot be so arrogant as to pretend you know not of the rising power of the Sith. Even as we speak, the last of your Jedi accomplices are being destroyed. Coruscant will belong to the Sith again. We will once more reign supreme."
And with that, his father straightened up once more.
"So you choose to fight me yet again, Tulak? You cannot win."
"If we fight, you will be rid from this world in an instant!" spat Tulak. "You cannot hope to comprehend the power of the Dark Side of the Force!"
Bowing his head in sorrow, the Jedi Master said three words. "So be it."
And with that, he flew at his son, at the same time igniting his own lightsaber. As the blade of blue fire scorched the air, the Jedi Master's feet hit the ground, and he lunged at the Sith Lord with Force filling every particle in his body. Spinning like a top, Tulak's black robes were a whirl of storm clouds, and the next moment, a bolt of red lightning flew from them, crashing into the blade of the Jedi Master. Hord's red lightsaber glowed with the bloodlust that only a Sith Lord could possess, and his eyes glowed with that yellow flame once more.
"You will not survive to see tomorrpw Jedi! This was your final erring!"
And with that, Tulak Hord became a whirlwind of dark chaos. He lunged to the right of his adopted father, thrusting ferociously at the Jedi's lungs. The Council member deflected the blow, sliding backwards under the force and momentum of his foster son's blow. The two engaged in a flurry of attacks, blocks, and counterattacks, turning the room into a kleidoscope of blue and red and purple. It was a fierce engagement. But it was obvious who had the upper hand.
"You disappoint me, Jedi" sneered Tulak, as he shoved his father from him with a push of his saber.
The Jedi rolled and gave ground as Hord pressed the attack with a flurry of fire. He was toying with his father.
The Jedi Master dodged and weaved and blocked, almost running backwards. Suddenly, the blade whisked through the sleeve of his left robe, cutting into his arm. He snarled in in a burst of pain, and extended the very same arm as he powered himself with the living Force. The mystical energy flowed through his wound, nullifying the pain, and an instant later, it fired from his hand and careened into the Sith Lord.
Tulak brought his saber in front of him, protecting him from the sudden burst of Force from his father's hand. But the blast did little more than slow him down. He pushed the attack away with a Force defense of his own, and struck out at his father once more, this time putting all his rage and frustration into the blow. The Jedi put his saber up to parry the blow, but it was knocked aside as the blazing lightsaber burned into his ribs, slicing all the way through and burning his right lung. He screamed iin pain as he fell to the ground, writhing.
Tulak stood above his father, his face a mask. His lightsaber glowed like fire, and he could have then killed the man with a single, easy stroke. But he didn't.
"Leave. Before the rest of my forces get here. They won't be as merciful as I was."
Struggling to his feet, the Jedi looked at his son.
"You're an abomination! Kill me now, and spare me the misery of living, knowing that I raised a Sith!"
And suddenly the Jedi was bowled over, swept of his feet by a wave of Force energy.
"I am no abomination." said Hord, his voice filled with sudden rage, malice, and. . . confusion? "I do what is necessary. Perhaps you should too."
And with that the Dark LOrd of the Sith strode away, leaving his father to fend for himself.
A foolish bit of mercy, he thought to himself. Next time we meet, he won't be so lucky.
Tulak Hord, Dark Lord of the Sith, walked to the end of the catwalk, the sun setting on a plane of destruction, death and malice.
On the ground, far behind him, the Jedi rose to his feet.
"You have power my son. But you cannot keep it," He whispered. The Sith Lord stopped.
An icy reply rang out. "Such is the way of the Sith."
An icy reply came from the figure far away.