Xorn narrows his eyes at you.
"There's something wrong with you," Xorn says. "I sense..."
Suddenly there is a great whoosh! and a violent thrumming as Friste activates the machinery. Friste is grinning widely as he removes the Key of Mortez from around his neck and slides it into the keyhole, ready for the energy transfer. He closes his eyes, and then pulls the trigger on the Key. Arcs of red energy flash and jump from the Key, shocking Friste and sparking against his surroundings before being sucked into the machine. Friste tends to a light burn and looks to you, Xavier.
"Xavier, throw open the switches on the sonic oscillator!" Friste orders you, pointing to it. "And then Xorn, step up the reactor power input three more points!"
You sense that your time before Cabas shows up is short, Xavier.
The moment that your lightsaber ignites and flashes towards the machinery, you suddenly feel as if shackles have been placed around your arms and tied you back. The tip of your lightsaber sparks lightly against the switches until you feel yourself lifting up, that restrained feeling now falling across your entire body. Friste is using the Force to lift you and pull you away from the machinery.
Such an act is well beyond his capabilities, Xavier. The Key is empowering him!
Not happening. The constriction has taken hold of everything, and Friste twists your arm until you drop your lightsaber. It clatters to the ground, uselessly.
"Idiot," Friste says. "I can sense your every movement, your every intention! The Key of Mortez does more than just revive the dead. He who holds the Key, as I do, becomes immersed in the Dark Side!"
The tubes running out of the machinery begin to spark and glow with the crackling red energy, flowing outwards into the great cavern and branching off into each individual container. Steam hisses out from vents on the stasis chambers and panels are blown from overload.
"Now, as my army rises, you shall suffer for your pitiful attempt at betrayal..." Friste says, with a malicious grin. He keeps one hand on the Key, and then flexes his other into a claw-like gesture. Arcs of lightning pour of his hand and begin to ravish your body, coursing through you as you plummet to the ground. It is pain unlike anything you have felt before.
"Enough!" comes a shout from the other end of the cavern, carrying over the sound of your stifled yelling, the crackling of Friste's lightning, and the thrumming of the reanimating machinery. Friste relents and turns to see who has interrupted his torture.
Master Ko Cabas and Stathos have arrived, activating their lightsabers- orange and blue respectively- as they step into the chamber. They do not pause when they enter and begin to cross the cavern, stepping over pipes between the stasis containers.
"This ends here, Friste!" Cabas shouts, pointing his lightsaber with his one good hand at the Dark Jedi.
"Step away from the boy and surrender your weapons," Stathos says.
Friste turns to face the Jedi, but does nothing in the way of attacking or drawing his own lightsabers. Instead, he just laughs. Stathos and Cabas look between each other, and Xorn watches Friste quizzically.
"Master Jedi, I would like to introduce you to my newest convert to the Dark Side, Xavier Kolarn," Friste says. "He has certainly been quick to call upon his anger in order to keep after me, don't you think? It has become his obsession to see me brought to justice! But at what cost, Xavier?"
Cabas looks to you.
"That is what you think," Friste replies. "It is you who is the danger, here."
This is when several of the glass casings on the reanimation pods around Master Cabas and Stathos are smashed through from within. Emerging from them are the withered shells of men, their flesh rotted and their bones partially exposed. Each is adorned with a decayed uniform with rusted armor padding, and each clutches at a old-fashioned sword or an archaic blaster. Within there chests there is an unnatural red glow- the life force that binds their existence to the Key of Mortez. They are, effectively, zombies.
They set upon Cabas and Stathos immediately.
"Xorn, attend to the Jedi, if you will," Friste commands. "My army will assist you."
"With pleasure, Master," Xorn replies, igniting his lightstaff and stepping forward as Cabas and Stathos begin to duke it out with the undead warriors.
Friste retrieves the now empty Key from the machine and puts it around his neck once more.
"Now, Xavier, it is time to meet your destiny. You will fall to the Dark Side and become my disciple... or you will DIE. The choice is yours..."
"An old and forgotten method that the Sith once used against the Jedi, drawing out their negative emotions in an effort to drive them down the path to the Dark Side. I was not powerful enough to do it then... but I was when you came aboard the pirate ship. That is when the voices started, isn't it?"