He is the final installment of my miniseries. I hope you like it. If you have any questions(you probably will) please ask them. I would love to answer them.
The Fight to be the DLOS, Part 7, Force Climax
Exar sat in his throne chair, high above everyone else in the room. He was taking council from his followers.
Vodo Bass, “Exar, this is not looking good for you, my Lord. Over one-hundred thousand enemy troops are at you doorstep. There are still eight-thousand of our troops out there, but they won’t last for long. You must leave or try to negotiate.”
Exar, “I will not leave. Even if I die, I will stand my ground. Naga Sadow, if he has victory today, will have it at a price.”
Vodo, “Exar, I don’t thi...”
Exar, “Silence! I have had enough of your council for now!”
Vodo, “As you wish, my Lord.”
Exar rose from his chair and walked out to stand before the Sadow’s Army. There were many too Sith against him. Exar yelled to Sadow.
Exar, “Sadow, come here and face me! We shall fight for the mantle of Dark Lord of the Sith. Do not spilt the Empire with your ridiculous plot!” The force amplified his voice to an inhuman level.
Sadow walked forward from the mass. The Sith Lady Kreia walked to his right, as did the Sith Lord Sion. Nadd and Sidious were on his right side. Bastila, Yuthura, and Uthar walked behind him in single file.
Sadow, “Hello, Exar. Here we are to face you. Will you still stand against us? With you still dare to fight us, seeing our numbers; our strength?”
Kreia, “Lord Kun, you cannot stand against us alone. And you are alone. Your apprentice Malak is dead; killed by my very hands.”
Sadow, “It is my order alone that has kept our armies from storming your palace. Or should I say, my palace.”
Nadd, “Back down Exar.”
Exar, “I will never back down, Nadd, you should know this.”
Sadow, “I am offering you a chance to live. Join me, and you will be one of the Sith Lords under my rule.”
Exar, “Live under your rule, never. I fought for this and I will keep it as long as I can. What is stopping you from attacking me? There are eight of you against just me. As you said Kreia, I am alone. I should be running in fear. Shouldn’t I.”
Sadow, “I just wanted to give you a chance to live.”
The Spirit of Ulic appeared between them.
Ulic, “Exar isn’t alone.”
A few seconds later, thousands of ships began to appear in the sky. The sight surprised even Exar. From about fifty feet in the air, a powerful figure jumped out of one of the ships.
The person who had jumped out of the aircraft named himself.
Canderous, “I am Mandalore, Leader of the Mandalorians. Ulic reminded us that we owe you guys a debt.”
Exar, “I am glad to see you, Mandalore.”
Canderous, “Enough talking, more killing.” He then rushed into the heat of battle, picking off three Sith before drawing his sword and decapitating another.
Naga, “You’re still outnumbered.”
Exar, “I must say I prefer these odds.”
Kreia, “Come Naga, our troops will need our help in the battle. Sion, Yuthura, Uthar; kill him.
Sion, “As you wish, Master.”
The three Sith ignited their lightsabers. Yuthura took up a farther away position to use force powers from while Sion and Uthar moved in to directly attack. Uthar attacked first, stabbing at Exar face and then dropping his blade to cut Kun’s leg in two. At the same time Sion tried to cut Exar in half just before Yuthura threw a bolt of force lightning at him.
Exar continually tried to get his opponents in each other’s way; which would make him only need to engage them one at a time. He was successful at this for the most part, force jumping to the other side of Uthar, moving to use Sion as a shield.
This went on for about thirty seconds. Exar had managed to het a slight hit on Uthar’s shin and glance Sion’s shoulder, earning a superficial gash on his wrist in the process. He was starting to develop a strategy to defeat them. He kept fighting for another few seconds before seeing his chance.
He rushed Yuthura and she shot force lightning at him. Instead of absorbing it with his double-bladed-lightsaber he blocked it with his hand and then redirected it at her, adding some of his own power to the counter attack. The hit stunned her for just long enough to stab her threw the stomach and then grab her lightsaber with the force throw it at Uthar. The lightsaber distracted him, but he blocked it. With the help of the distraction, he cut Uthar in two.
One left. The most powerful one, but he was just one. Sion force pushed Exar, but Exar powered through it and swung at Sion. His attacked was blocked, but, while still in the air, he hit Sion with another attack that was blocked. After hitting the ground he force pushed Sion back, but the damaged man kept his feat.
Sion charged Exar, swinging in a pattern that resembled Juyo, appearing frantic, but internally controlled. Exar moved his blue blade to block each attack, stopping them with ease. Exar punched Sion’s face, stopping him in his tracks. He stabbed Sion in a manner that should have killed him, but it didn’t. The Dark Figure regenerated and kept fighting.
The confusion Exar was having didn’t show but it was there. No way should he have lived through that. He needed to end this fight fast though, The other Dark Lords were probably making a new plan right now. One that could cause him serious problems.
As if hearing his thoughts, Vodo emerged from the palace. The Grandmaster’s voice was booming as he gave his orders.
Vodo, “Exar, leave this fight to me. Sion, lets see if you live up to the legend.”
Sion, “Let’s see if you live up to yours.”
Vodo, “I will. And now that I think about it, even if you do live up to your legend, I’m still better.”
Sion began to fight the venerable Vodo Bass. During this time, Exar raced off to find and hopefully destroy his enemies. He took one of the Hssiss from the holding area and raced off towards where his latest information had said Naga would probably be.
After a forty minute ride south he was at the make-shift headquarters. The Sith Lords were gathered around a holotable, presumably looking at some sort of battle plan. Hiding his presence, he moved in closer.
From what he was able to tell, the Mandalorians had done a lot of damage, but had sustained a large amount of damage also. From what he could tell from the distance, The Sith Lords were planning to go and fight the Mandalorians directly. Kreia volunteered to take Mandalore. If they got their plan to work, they would probably win the battle.
Exar walked into the main area where the Sith were gathered.
Exar, “Nice plan, I don’t think it will work though.”
Nadd, “What the...”
Naga, “How did you get in here!”
Sidious, “I know that technique. I should have seen you!”
Exar, “Perhaps I am better versed in it.”
Sidious, “I doubt that.”
Exar, “I don’t care what you think, so it doesn’t really matter anyway. The reason I am here is to negotiate. Sadow, you and I will fight one-against-one and the victor will rule the Empire, like the way things used to be done.”
Naga, “You aren’t really in a position to negotiate. I decline.”
Kreia, “I will fight you.”
Exar, “Then draw your blade.”
Kreia, drew her lightsaber and raised it to the Soresu position. Exar ran at her. With lightning speed he made an attack that could have ended her is it had made contact. She blocked and then countered. He blocked and then countered. Having fought Yuthura, Uthar, and Sion less than an hour later, he was tired when the fight began, and started by saving his energy. Attack, block, attack, block was all that happened for some time, probably about fifty seconds.
Exar threw a massive wave of force lightning at Kreia. She blocked it and threw it into the rough terrain that was Korriban.
Kreia, “You are powerful, but my knowledge runs beyond yours, Exar. Feel the power of the very attack I used to kill your apprentice, both of them.”
Exar’s words were barely a whisper, “Malak. Ulic.”. For so long he had thought the Jedi Council was behind the death of his apprentice. But it was the doing of one of his underlings.
The Dark Energy entered Exar without mercy. He was thrown to the ground, writhing in a pain unimaginable to someone who has not felt it.
Kriea, “A few moments should be all that is necessary to destroy you. Looks like the master will go the way of his padawan, both of them.”
“What the heck are you talking about Witch!”
Kreia’s head rolled to the ground.
Exar, “Malak?”
Malak, “Yes.”
Exar, “I thought you were dead. Kreia killed you.”
Malak, “Almost killed me. Ulic appeared to me as a force ghost.”
Exar, “Tell me what happened.”
Malak, “I was laying there and...
Ulic, “Malak. You must rise. You are close to death, but not there yet. Exar needs you. The Force Witch is going to do something evil. You must stop her or Exar will die.”
Malak, “I don’t have the strength to move.”
Ulic, “Yes you do. Search you feelings. You have the capability to move.”
Malak, “I... I can’t. My strength is gone. It can barely talk now.”
Ulic, “Then Exar is lost.”
Exar, “Wow. Thanks Ulic. And thank you Malak.”
The charred figure let out a shrieking laugh. Malak was wounded very badly. Muscle’s were exposed all along his body were the flesh had been burned away. Piece’s of bone were exposed all along his body, with many of his ribs exposed. Sand has rubbed into the wounds, stopping the bleeding, but making it very painful just to move.
Naga, “A small victory. There are still four of us.”
Naga walked towards Exar, his blade aimed at the Sith’s throat. Malak attempted to get in the way, but Bastila and Freedon stopped him.
Marka Ragnos appeared out of thin air.
Marka, “Four of you?”
Bastila was picked up in a force grip and was hurled into a rock. She hit the ground dead a moment later.
Marka, “I only count three. No wait, there goes another one.”
Sidious was held in a force grip for a few seconds before his neck was snapped by a simple movement of Ragnos’ hand.
Ragnos appeared in front of Nadd. Ragnos’ giant sword cut Nadd in half before he could even react.
Naga, “Ragnos.....Ragnos! What are you doing! You declared me the Dark Lord!”
Ragnos, “I believe in the Old Way of the Sith. You obviously aren’t smart enough to follow that code. That and the fact that you allied yourself with the Witch. She is evil. Her goal was to destroy the force. The fact that you did not see this is by itself for me to reconsider my decision. You have lost you chance to be the Dark Lord of the Sith. You will serve under Exar until the day of his death, but his death better not be by your hands.”
Exar, “What about the battle?”
Marka Ragnos, “Naga forgot that I control the Cult in Life and in Death. I must leave. Good bye Exar. Lead us well
Exar, “I will Ragnos.”
Exar ruled for another eighty years. He never saw Ragnos again. Malak died sixteen years after that day, killed in an assault on Coruscant, showing that Exar’s apprentice was killed on Coruscant, just not the one he thought. Naga died before Exar did, killed by Darth Bane after he killed Bane’s wife. Tulak Hord was the one who defeated Exar, and he ruled the Empire well also.
So things turned out good for the Sith Empire. An amazing time it was for any who saw it. Whether it was Ragnos fighting Revan or Malak’s Defenders stalling Evil Armies, that was an amazing time in the history of the galaxy.
Ukan Opaak, ”That was a better age. My time. You should study it well.”
Revan vs. Malak The Star Forge Battle
Revan looked warily around the large observation room until he spotted his former friend and companion Darth Malak waiting boldly; arms crossed over his chest. The very air was filled with menace and ages long hatred of race long passed from glory. Within Revan’s shattered mind memories stirred of this place, old memories from his last visit although they were blurred and fragmented.
“Well done Revan you have exceeded all my expectations” Malak’s mechanical voice droned eerily.
“Forgive me for my lack of surprise my ex-apprentice, but your expectations could easily be met by even the weakest of Jedi” Revan mocked; his hand resting upon the hilt of his saber. Malak’s laugh echoed throughout the chamber his red saber activating in a flourish.
“Once again my master we will meet in single combat to decide the fate of the galaxy”.
“So it is” Revan replied and activated his blue saber. With that the two former Jedi leapt towards each other sabers clashing in a brilliant flash of light. With the speed of phantoms they dueled throughout the chambers, Malak striking with powerful strokes and stunning acrobatics. Revan parried and struck back with graceful flowing like movements that seemed almost as if a dance his blue saber flickering within the dim light. Finally Malak leapt away from Revan and deactivated his saber panting heavily through his metallic jaw.
“You never cease to amaze me Revan. Even with your memories and knowledge gone you are more powerful than you ever were during your reign as Dark Lord”.
“I have always been better than you Malak you were simply to blind to see it. You struck me from afar like the coward you are, you were too afraid to face me directly!” Revan accused
“Fool you cannot not beat me here, Revan! Not while I can draw from the Star Forge’s power. The Star Forge is more than just a machine it lives and feeds upon the Dark Side energies that grant me the power to destroy you!” Malak retorted activating his saber once again and reaching out his hand towards one of the floating corpses of fallen Jedi. Red energy flew from his hand and shattered the tank destroying the corpse and infusing Malak with the fallen Jedi’s life-force. “Now I shall destroy you, Revan!” he shouted slashing with his crimson saber and the deadly dance resumed once again.
Sabers flashing they dueled with grace and speed sparks bursting through the air. Revan totally detached from the battle was one with his saber his body moving with the blade as flowing water. His obsidian Star Forge robes whirled about him as he danced gracefully about Malak slashing and parrying. The battled continued as the two most powerful men in the galaxy warred in a battle for life.
Outside the observation window another battle was taking place, a battle between men and ships, but within their deadly duel Revan and Malak paid it little heed.
Then it happened, Revan struck a crucial blow upon Malak’s chest causing his former friend to gasp in pain; crumpling to the ground.
“This cannot be! I cannot be defeated!” Malak lamented.
“Only now Malak at the end do you realize the price of betrayal, You sealed your fate when you betrayed me Malak and now you must pay the price for your actions” Revan replied his tone cold and heartless with no more feeling than a droid.
“You are right, Revan you always were right…I cannot help but wonder what would have happened if are fates had been reversed and I had been the one to be captured. Would I have defeated you as you have me? Or would I have triumphed?” Malak gasped between coughs. “But now it does not matter…at the end…into darkness…I fall…” and with that Darth Malak the Dark Lord of the Sith died.
“So it ends my friend” Revan whispered silently before turning and leaving his robes billowing behind him…