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Insanity, by TruisitcRhino28

Prologue:

It is the year 3642 BBY. Revan has been freed by the Jedi Order, and the Sith Emperor lies dormant on Yavin 4. This information is a well-kept secret, though not well-kept enough, because a brash young Jedi Padawan finds out about the Emperor’s awakening…

Chapter 1: Brashness and Secrecy:

Padawan Vold Sagar was very strong in the Force; however, he was also very, very brash and reckless. He often let his emotions get the better of him and never really liked to come up with a plan, often preferring to rush into things head-on and improvise as he went along. This made him frowned upon by many of the Masters in the Order, particularly on the Council. Naturally, this meant that they did not consider Vold a good example of what a Jedi Knight, and thus, refused to elevate his status from Padawan to Knight. Upon hearing this news from his Master, Claudios Brenthen, he felt mocked, insulted, and most of all, furious.

“How dare the Council deny me the rank of Knight?! How dare they, those conservative old fools! I worked my butt off to become a Jedi! I did everything the Council requested of me, everything! And now those staid archaic bastards refuse to promote me!”, Vold was yelling in a fit of rage.

“It is not a matter of personal grudges with the Council. The sole reason you were not promoted is because you are brash. You never think twice, never form a plan. You are impulsive, and impulsiveness can be a very dangerous thing.” “I do not mean these remarks as insults, for few things can be insults if they are true”, replied Claudios in a calm but serious tone.

“I know, Master, and you are not the one I am mad at. Everything is making me so mad, the Council, this war, the Empire, everything!!”

“Remember, there is no emotion there is peace”, Claudios reminded calmly.

“Yes, Master”, Vold said in resignation, knowing that trying to continue the argument was pointless. With that, Claudios left meditate on the Jedi Temple grounds. Vold however, was still very mad at the Council and was desperate to prove himself. As such, he naturally thought that the only way to prove himself worthy was to gain power, of a darker kind.

Chapter 2: Hidden Power and Hidden Love:

Vold carefully made his way to his Master’s quarters and once he had entered unseen and knew he was secure, he began searching through the Force for his Master’s locked away Sith scroll. After a few minutes, he found it and retrieved it from its hiding place. As he carefully opened it and read the first words, he saw the name “the Sith Emperor”. Vold was fascinated by this, and began pouring through the text on the scroll, until he happened upon a location: Yavin 4. He was familiar with the location of Yavin 4; it had been the primary base of operations of the famous Sith Lords Exar Kun and Naga Sadow. What does the Sith Emperor want with Yavin 4? Vold then remembered that the Sith Emperor had previously been defeated at the hands of the Hero of Tython. Perhaps he is waiting until he regains his strength. That means he is weak, and ripe for the killing. Defeating the Sith Emperor once and for all will surely give the Council cause to promote me to a Jedi Knight. With this in mind, Vold realized he had taken up a large amount of time looking at the scroll and swiftly exited his Master’s quarters unseen, leaving everything in the condition it was in before he entered. He then headed to visit his lover, fellow Padawan Nehani Forrez. The two of them had trained together as younglings, and had begun to deeply care for each other, feelings that eventually blossomed into love. As he entered her quarters, they embraced and began making out, as they usually did when they saw each other. When they had finished, they stood holding hands and Vold began saying, “Nehani, I’ve finally figured it out.”

“Figured out what, Vold?”, Nehani asked in curiosity.

“I’ve finally figured out how I can become a Jedi Knight!”, exclaimed Vold excitedly. “I will go to Yavin 4 and once and for all defeat the Sith Emperor!”.

Nehani had many questions about this. “How did you acquire this information? Why are you doing this? Does your master know of this? How do you know this is even possible?”.

“I must become a Jedi Knight. I must prove myself to those staid old fools on the Council that I am truly strong enough. The only way to do that is to kill the Sith Emperor.”

“But you’ll die!”, Nehani objected in concern. “To try and do that is utter insanity! Have you never heard the stories? The tales of absolute cruelty the Emperor committed on its victims? If you failed, then you would go insane, and constantly wish for and be denied the glorious privilege of death.”

“No matter what happens to me, as long as the Sith Emperor lies dead, I will have proved myself at last.” Nehani had no further words. Vold gave her one last kiss on the cheeks before leaving, satisfied he had explained his point. “Do not come for me, nor mourn my death. Your future as a Jedi is too important”, he finished. He then left Nehani and headed in secret for his ship, the Passionate Champion.

Chapter 3: The Hunt for The Emperor:

As the Passionate Champion exited hyperspace, Vold was overtaken momentarily by dark imagery. Mental images of agony, screaming, and death flooded his mind. And at the source of all of it was the Sith Emperor. For most, this would have immediately deterred even the most mentally strong-willed being. But for Vold, this was only further motivation and reason that the Sith Emperor was a soulless monster that must be destroyed. He landed and exited his ship and began meditating in search of the Emperor. Once he’d found the Emperor’s location, he headed there at speeds unheard of to the human mind simply by using Force Speed. Once he’d happened upon the temple, he stopped, and cautiously sensed for any possible threats in the surrounding area. Once he felt it was safe, he ignited his lightsaber and entered the temple. Not soon after he had entered, he began to feel weakened and groggy, and eventually collapsed unconscious on the floor. When he woke up, he didn’t know where he was in the temple. Seeing his lightsaber, Vold tried to get up and use the Force to retrieve it, but he was snapped down to the ground, like an invisible presence had pushed him back. Next, he was bombarded with an assault of terrible images, similar to the ones he’d been bombarded with as he’d entered the atmosphere. Except this time, Vold was seeing a blurred vision of his future. He saw a person killing and murdering all life on Yavin 4. A person with dark eyes. A person that looked very similar to himself. A person he realized… was himself! No! It... can’t be! How is this possible? How? Vold then went unconscious again, and when he woke up, he found himself outside the Temple and empowered with a new strength, something far, far stronger. A power, he felt, one that would bring him victory. Then, as he looked at a tree, he saw not a tree, but the image of the Emperor. Driven by nothing but mad rage, he brutally slaughtered the tree. Vold then thought that he had defeated the Emperor, but then saw his image on another tree, so he cut down that tree, and another, and another, and more and more trees until he had cut a sixth of the forest, he was standing in. Losing sanity more by the second, he screamed a yell of dark rage that could be heard across the galaxy.

Chapter 4: The Call Heard Across the Galaxy:

Claudios was meditating in his quarters when he sensed a grave disturbance in the Force: his apprentice was in trouble. He was going to exit his quarters when he noticed something off, something he hadn’t noticed before. It appeared as if something had been left open. He opened his library cabinet, and nothing had been stolen, but one thing had been opened. As he opened the scroll about the Emperor, he read the entire scroll, and came upon a clause of the scroll regarding the Emperor’s horrific abilities to take control of people. It mentioned Revan, along with some other examples, but one part of this read of how the Emperor could drive people insane by making them see infinite projections of himself. He then thought back to his conversations with Vold. Realizing the terrible danger Vold was in, he rushed to his starship, and headed to Yavin 4, completely unaware that Nehani had boarded the ship in secret.

Chapter 5: Unheard Pleas and Failed Persuasions:

Claudios’s ship exited hyperspace and immediately he was hit with disturbing Force visions, but he ignored them by projecting a field of light side energy around his ship. As he landed on the planet and exited his ship, he was in shock of the pure dark energy on the world. He realized however that this would do nothing but stall for time, so he quickly went in search of Vold. After a decent bit of traveling, he eventually ran into Vold brutally slashing trees and wildlife all around him. He realized this would be much more difficult than he had originally anticipated.

Vold was on a killing streak murdering everything within his path of sight that he thought resembled the Emperor. By this point, the dark side was so strong in him it was like a hypotonic blood cell about to explode. Suddenly, all of his focus was concentrated on one singular being standing a good 200 meters away from Vold, in the midst of the forest fires and destruction Vold had caused. He recognized this being as his Master, however, all he could see was the image of the Emperor in his mind.

“You, whatever you are, you are not my Master! This is a trick! A deceit shaped by the Emperor to make me think you are not him! But I see the truth! His deceits may have gotten me before, but not anymore! I see you are him! And now, you will die.”

“Vold, listen to me! You are not yourself. The Emperor is driving you mad. Come with me and we can free you of his influence and the corruption of the dark side.”

“Lies! All lies! I know this is another deceit to throw me off track, but it will not work! I have become too powerful to be deceived by such trickery again.”

“Vold! This is not you! Please, I implore you, do not do this. If you continue on your current path, I will be forced to end your life, which is a deed I very much do not wish to commit.”

“These lies will not work! The opaqueness of you is nonexistent, for I am transparent to your true self! Now, you must die!”

With deep regrets, Claudios concluded, “It is with the deepest of rue that I am forced to fight you. I am sorry for not protecting you from the corruption of the dark side better. Such flaws are the signs of a bad teacher, and a withered old fool. With that, Vold launched toward Claudios in fury, and he was barely able to defend the pure hatred of the first strike. Defend it he did though, and he proceeded to use a Force push to lift Vold off of his feet, in hopes of possibly knocking him unconscious. This only momentarily disrupted Vold however, and once he’d gotten back up on his feet, he used the Force to send waves of fire toward Claudios. Claudios responded to this attack by raising water from a nearby marsh to counter this. However, this gave Vold the opportunity to strike. Catching Claudios off guard, he threw his lightsaber at Claudios, forcing him to redirect his focus for a mere millisecond, causing fire to seep through his defenses and cause him critical burns. Wincing from pain, Claudios tried to use a Force Wave to push Vold away and give himself time to recover. However, Vold merely brushed past this, and instead threw his full strength into a single Force Wave, forcing Claudios to counter the interaction, an interaction which he lost. The sheer power of the Force Wave shattered many bones in Claudios’s body, leaving what was left of him barely alive and scrunched up, like a crumbled piece of paper. Vold then made the finishing move and killed him without a second thought. Then, at this very moment, Vold was released from the control of the Emperor, and everything was replayed in his head, the incineration of trees, the mindless slaughter of the life, and the murdering of his Master. Completely overcome with emotions and with no time to process them, he entered a state of insane grief and thrashed at everything around him, at which point he was again put under control of the Emperor, and even madder now he began brutally annihilating the flora and fauna at an alarmingly more intense level than before.

Nehani had been overtaken by the dark imagery, and had struggled to recover, but once she had, she’d carefully followed Claudios out of sight and had cried when she had seen Claudios die. That said, she knew she probably had one last chance to plea for Vold before he destroyed the entire planet.

Chapter 6: Insanity:

Nehani made her way toward Vold in nervous strides. Vold, sensing her through the Force, stopped and dashed to confront her.

Nehani began by yelling, “Vold! This isn’t you! I know you! The real Vold would have never killed his Master like that.”

Vold would hear none of it, and countered by yelling back, “You, you evil, cursed wretched being!! You made me kill my Master!! I will decapitate you; I will choke you but make sure you still hold breath, I will make sure you bleed, but still do not bleed dry. I will make you suffer like no being has ever suffered before!!” And with that, Vold began to choke Nehani all the while slowly cutting open parts of her skin. She tried to resist, but to no avail. She couldn’t scream at the pain, for she was too busy merely struggling for air. This continued for another 3 hours, at which point Nehani finally crumbled and died. It was at this point that the Emperor lost interest in Vold, and released control of him so he could go back to lying dormant. This shattered Vold’s mind utterly and completely, and this compounded with him mentally replaying the recent events caused him to collapse in remorse, and as he ignited his lightsaber for a final time and stuck it through his chest, he let out a final cry that released the last morsel of sane present within him, leaving him a corpse of his own insanity.

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The Return of Daxogor: A sequel to Jardon

Written by Dylan Schwartz

Prologue:

It is the year 15, 234 BBY, 50 years after the defeat of the Dargorians. Ken Ogone, the Jadesh who defeated the Dargorians in the first place, has received dark visions of times to come…

Ziost was the old capital of the Dargorian Empire. Since the defeat of the Dargorians, it was guarded by the Jadesh’s strongest knights. However, unknown to the Jadesh, Daxogor had been revived by a Force-sensitive loyalist cult called “The Eternal Dargorians”. Daxogor had quickly released all of his captured soldiers from prison, and had hastily reconquered all the worlds that had served as crucial bases for the Empire. He had even managed to corrupt the Jadesh into serving him. All the while, the Jadesh on Tython had sensed nothing of this, save but one…

Chapter 1: Visions of Dark Times:

Ken Ogone, a well-respected High Master on the Jadesh Council, and the original defeater of the Dargorians, was asleep in his chambers, however, he was tossing and turning as he was in the middle of a nightmare. He dreamt, as he often did, of Master Kata, and of his death. “Master! I’m here. Can you hear me? Master!”, exclaimed Ken.

“Ken, there is nothing you can do for me now”, Nomano wheezed. “You must let go.”

“No, Master! I can’t!”, wailed Ken in tears. “You mean too much to me.”

“You must try. Do not let the Dark Side consume you.”, Nomano finished as he breathed his last breath.

“NOOO!!!!!” Ken shrieked and cried and yelled with so much fury and pain and rue, that it incinerated the surrounding forest for miles. “I swear revenge!”, exclaimed Ken in anger. “I will kill and murder and torture that Rakatan with all my might! He will never escape Ziost alive!” Ken woke with a start, relieved his nightmare was over. In that same instant, he also received a terrible vision: Daxogor was alive, and the Empire was revived, and building strength to annihilate Tython completely. His fellow High Master and best friend, Nathan Adame, had heard his rough wake-up while meditating, and went to check on him. Entering Ken’s chambers, he asked, “Hey, Ken. Did you have another nightmare?”

“Yes”, Ken responded. “But I am fine. I promise.”

“Are you sure? That’s the 6th one this month. Was it about Master Kata again?”

“Yes, it was. And now that you mention it, I also received a very troubling vision: Daxogor is revived, along with the entire Empire, and they are coming to annihilate Tython.”

“This is very disturbing news. You must tell the rest of the Council this”, said Nathan.

“I couldn’t agree more.” And with that, Ken got up, dressed himself, and called a meeting of the Council. Not long after, Ken and Nathan entered the Council Chambers and took seats while waiting for the other Councilors. These Councilors were: Veeler Farr, Rodian; Leo Koth, Iktochi; Garbaznion, Wookiee; Eeth Tinn, Zabrak; Tigris Ordon, Mandalorian; Adam Bidoka, Shii’Do; Damaco Unduli, Muun; and finally, Grand Master Rarge, Gen-Dai. Once all the Councilors had entered, Grandmaster Rarge opened by saying, “High Master Ogone has called this meeting. Master Ogone, begin.”

“Thank you, Grandmaster. Now, I have called this meeting because I have received a disturbing vision: Daxogor has been revived, and the Dargorians are once again gathering strength to destroy Tython and the entire Order.”

“Are you sure of this?”, asked Master Ordon, who had a reputation for being one of the more conservative Councilors, “You have had many a disturbing vision before, none of which have come to fruition.

Nathan answered for Ken, saying, “I have personally deeply meditated on this, and I can confirm that I received the same vision in my meditations as Master Ogone.”

“Master Ogone, did your vision happen to tell you when these events would take place?”, asked Master Garbaznion in Shyriwook, the traditional language of the Wookiees.

“It did not, only that it would be very, very soon”, responded Ken in Shyriwook.

“While I normally do not agree to acting upon a vision with so little information given, I think the sheer magnifications this has on this future of the Order makes it too important to not at least do something to prevent this from happening”, declared Master Bidoka.

“I agree with Master Bidoka. Something must be done. I propose that the Order makes the aggressive strike and attacks Ziost”, stated Master Unduli firmly. The Muun had a habit of creating a goal and achieving it by any means necessary, making him one of the more controversial Masters in the Order.

“While I do agree something should be done, I disagree with Master Unduli on this. I believe we should evaluate a timetable for when the Dargorian’s plan will occur, then act from there”, stated Master Farr, who, conversely to Master Unduli, had a reputation for deeply planning an approach and considering all possible angles before agreeing to a plan.

“I believe the decision should be up to Master Ogone, since he was the person who experienced the vision originally”, stated Master Koth.

“I concur”, said Grandmaster Rarge.

“I believe the best course of action is wait a while before acting as the aggressor. Still, I do think it important to be mindful of the threat looming, and to not lose sight of it”, Ken expressed.

“Then we have reached a decision. I adjourn this Council meeting”, concluded Grandmaster Rarge.

Chapter 2: An Empire Fallen, An Empire Risen Again:

Emperor Daxogor was busy making preparations for his move to Prakith. He had managed to release and resurrect a total of 500,000 soldiers, 50,000 Inquisitors, and 10,000 Warlords. He also, through his prowess in necromancy, had once again managed to revive his first-in-command: Darth Nefario. Nefario, after recovering his power, had had his mind flooded with memories: memories of glory, failure, and most of all, his pure white-hot raging hatred at his ignoble defeat to Ken Ogone.

“I will murder that slimy Jadesh bastard before he even ignites a lightsaber”, Nefario eagerly anticipated. His Massassi blood only fueling his rage, he roared with a battle cry so boisterous, so fearsome, it would have demoralized any strong-willed enemy of their will to fight and it would have eviscerated any weak-willed enemy of their will to live. Daxogor approached him saying, “Are you ready, my first in command? Are you prepared to utterly obliterate anything that may stand in your glorious path to vengeance?”

“I am prepared, mighty Emperor. I will slaughter the Jadesh and their pathetic order, and I will not stop until every single Jadesh is crushed beneath my foot, just like how bugs are crushed beneath the surface of a boot.”

“It pleases me to hear that, Nefario.” To all of the gathered troops present, he declared, “We move all might to Prakith, our ancient homeworld!”

The troops let out a resounding thunder of exultation in pure loyalty. The pure intensity of the noise caused the sound barrier to fracture for half a second, just enough time for everyone to lose, and immediately regain their hearing.

The previous loss had still enraged Daxogor down to his very core, but he was determined he would not be stopped, not this time. His power had grown too much, his plans had gone too well, to fail now. In addition, he no longer bore the mortal shackles of Daniel Jardon. He had cast them off, similar to how a Gektl might shed its skin.

Chapter 3: Dreams:

Ken was rolling around in his chambers, writhing at a painful memory. Ken ran over to Nomano and found him dead. He cried out in rage, and swore revenge on Daxogor, with a spite that should not be seen in anyone, much less a Jadesh. Ken then shot awake, only to find he was actually still asleep, and quickly realized he was experiencing another dream, only this time, he was consciously aware of it. Just then, he sensed a familiar presence, one he had not felt in a long time… Master Kata! He’s alive! Ken then quickly realized that those thoughts were just wishful thinking, when suddenly, he saw Master Kata come to him and sit down next to him. Stunned, Ken could only stammer out, “Mas-Mas-Master Ka-Kata, you’re a-alive. B-But h-how?”

Nomano responded by answering, “Sadly, I am not alive. This me is an image the Force created of me in your subconscious. In short, I am merely an aspect of one of your dreams.”

“So then, why have you appeared in front of me?”, Ken asked, still incredibly puzzled at what was happening.

“You tell me”, Nomano responded in his typical fashion that answered a question without really answering it. “What has been troubling you?”

“I have had dark visions of late, of Daxogor’s return, and the Dargorian’s revival. I am deeply troubled, and I do not know what to do. Can you help me Master?”

“The only help you need is that from within. Look deep within yourself, and you will find the answer to your problems.”

“But how do I know I will not be tempted by the darkness again? What confirmation do I have that I will remain loyal to the light?”

“You have none. Neither does any other member of the Order. Whether a Grandmaster or a Novice, each member of the order carries the same risk of falling to the dark side as any other. Last time, your temptation was caused by revenge, hatred, anger; all emotions that the dark side thrives within. Now that you have reached peace with my death, that temptation is all but extinguished.”

“My time has come. I have counseled you. It is now up to you to preserve the balance in the galaxy and defeat the Dargorians.”

“Master, NO! I cannot lose you again!”

“You never lost me in the first place. I was always with you, and I always will be, alive or not.”

And with that, Ken woke with a start. Unlike his nightmarish visions, however, he no longer felt a sense of unpleasantness. Instead, he felt, tranquility and calm. He was ready to act against the Dargorians, and he was ready to give up his own life doing it.

Chapter 4: Call to Action:

Ken called a meeting of the Council. When all the other Masters had arrived, he began by saying, “Fellow Masters, the time has come. I have received another vision. The Dargorians have mobilized. They are preparing an assault on Tython that will utterly annihilate the Order if we are not prepared.” After a few moments of awkward silence, Master Ordon, completely shocking Ken, affirmed,

“I am with Master Ogone. Now is the time to finish the Dargorians as they should have died long ago. Who else is with me?”

“I am”, stated Nathan.

“As am I”, confirmed Grandmaster Rarge. Similar affirmations from Masters Garbaznion, Bidoka, and Farr followed.

“I will stay behind to protect Tython with Master Tinn and Master Unduli”, said Master Koth.

“It is decided then. Master Ogone will lead the assault on Prakith, assisted by myself, Master Adame, Master Farr, Master Ordon, Master Bidoka, and Master Garbaznion. I adjourn this meeting of the Council.”

Chapter 5: Final Confrontation on Prakith:

Ken and the other Masters landed in a secluded area of Prakith, a decent distance between them and the Dargorian base. They had to be wary of many things: lava, ash, Dargorian instantaneous reporter droids (IRD’s), etc. They managed to make it to the outskirts of Dargorian territory unseen without major difficulty. Master Bidoka, camouflaging with the rock, silently murdered all of the scouts around them. They then continued in and Ken was awestruck at the myriad of soldiers there were. They quickly realized they had little hope of winning, yet they pressed onward. Just as a battalion of soldiers were passing by, the Masters ambushed them, and completely destroyed them in seconds. Then the Inquisitors and Warlords in the battalion engaged them, but were easily defeated. The other battalions, each containing 10,000 troops, quickly attacked. Master Ordon, a master of combat, began engaging 2 battalions at once, while Master Garbaznion hurled chunks of rock at other battalions, completely wrecking them. However, the sheer number of battalions proved too many for the Masters alone, and they were forced to fall back, when suddenly, Grandmaster Rarge, who had been deeply meditating in the center of the battlefield for the duration of the battle, unleashed a gargantuan Force Wave that obliterated all of the remaining battalions, but left him extremely weak. Both Master Farr and Nathan stayed behind to protect him as the rest of the Master engaged the many thousands of Inquisitors. Ken engaged them directly, igniting both of his lightsabers and slashing them left, right, and center. Eventually, they were all defeated, and the 10,000 warlords present charged, a squad of 2500 warlords each engaged each Master, which proved quite difficult for all except Master Ordon, who bested them in a matter of minutes. Eventually Grandmaster Rarge, having recovered his strength, rejoined the battle and completely eviscerated every warlord with lightning speed in a mere minute. Darth Nefario, having noticed the commotion, stepped outside, and, in one second, sped over to Masters Farr, Bidoka, and Garbaznion and murdered them in a brutal streak. Master Ordon, Nathan, and Ken stepped up to engage Nefario as Rarge once again recovered his strength. Nefario leaped in the air and crashed down into Ordon, completely disintegrating him. Nathan and Ken were blown away by the force of the blast, and Rarge was then quickly stabbed by Nefario.

“You! Jadesh freak! I will grind you into paste for what you put me through! I will obliterate you and your entire order, but your death will please me. You will wallow in a whirlpool of your own misery and rot in your blood and spit!

Ken and Nathan stood up, and rushed to confront Nefario. Noticing this he blasted mighty red Force Lightning in their direction, which they narrowly avoided. Ken and Nathan then sent a combined Force Wave in Nefario’s direction, which he matched, leading to a fierce confrontation between Force Waves, that ended with everyone being blown away. Nefario got up first and Force-choked Nathan near-to-death and then hurled him into a volcano. He was only saved by Ken at the last possible second as Ken brought him down. In the very next instant, Nefario charged toward Ken, slashing brutally with his lightsabers as Ken, caught completely off-guard, was barely able to defend himself. Barely, but still able. Ken forced off Nefario and noticed Nathan behind Nefario and hurled Nefario back into Nathan’s ignited lightsaber. Nefario yelled in excruciating pain, and then finally died.

Chapter 6: Realization and Devastation:

Daxogor had been watching silently in the background and smiled as he heard Nefario’s dying screams: He knew Ken and Nathan had gotten stronger: He’d infused Nefario with even more strength than he’d had before. He also knew Massassi were very hard to kill. He was impressed. Unfortunate, really, that they have to die., he thought. They would have served me well. Stepping out into the battlefield he sneered with disgust at his fallen troops. I would have conquered the Jadesh eons ago even without this useless filth for an army. He then called out, “Well done, old friends.”

Ken and Nathan whirled around in caution; lightsabers ignited. Seeing that Daxogor wasn’t attacking, they extinguished their lightsabers.

“Nathan, long time no see.”

“Same here, Daniel.”

“Don’t call me that!”, Daxogor roared. “I am Emperor Daxogor. I cast that mortal name long ago, when I murdered that piteous old fool Kata.”

“How dare you? You have no right to even speak his name, traitor!”, yelled Ken.

“Traitor? Me? No, no, no, no, no. You misunderstand. You see, Kata was the traitor. He betrayed me on the battle of Dxun all those years ago. He left me behind to save his and the rest of the order’s lives. He left me to die, and told you, Nathan, and everyone else that I had ‘made a heroic sacrifice’!!”, Daxogor screamed with so much bile it nearly killed him.

“You’re lying! Master Kata was more honest than any other Master in the Order!”, Ken yelled, but even as he said the words, slivers of doubt were creeping in his head. “I won’t believe it! I refuse to believe it!”

“Believe it or not, I don’t care. It’s not my problem. It won’t make a single difference once you’re dead.”

“So be it, old friend”, said Nathan with deep rue as he activated his lightsaber. Daxogor stretched his 4 arms out, activated all 4 of his lightsabers, and charged toward them, slashing at them brutally. Ken and Nathan tried to Force-push him away, but the sheer momentum of Daxogor’s charge caught them completely off balance. Ken and Nathan barely managed to Force-leap away to safety. Now that Ken and Nathan were a range, he Force-waved them even further and released a Force storm of lethal red Force Lightning around them that nearly killed them. Becoming more and more irritated, he used the Force to draw them in, and tried to slash them apart. This time, Ken and Nathan combined their light shield attacks to resist the Force-pull. Daxogor then Force-choked both of them and threw them into the side of a volcano. This erupted the volcano and sent lava spiraling down the volcano toward them, as they suffocated from being choked and getting ash in their mouths. With great struggle, they managed to break free of the choke holds and send the lava toward Daxogor, which he easily avoided. The hot magma landed on the ground, creating another one of many, many lava lakes on the planet. Ken and Nathan then concentrated a light beam with all of their strength and discipline and aimed the attack toward Daxogor. He tried to reflect it, only to be hit by it in vain. The blast blew him away, and left him crippled and severely weakened on the hard rock. Ken and Nathan ran over to him. Nathan checked to make sure he was still alive, which Nathan found he was.

“It’s over Daxogor. Give up. We win. You lose.”

“I will not die so easily”, Daxogor wheezed with persistence.

“What happened to you? You used to a kind person, an honorable and mighty Jadesh, a good friend”, guilted Ken.

“You know not of what you speak, imbecile. I am Daxogor, I… I do not know who I am anymore, nor where I belong. I have been lost for so long. “

“Come back to the Order. Do good again. Be the great person, warrior and friend you once were”, offered Nathan.

“Per… Perhaps you’re right. I have been on the dark path for so long. Maybe it is time for a change.”

Ken and Nathan then helped Daniel up, and he said,

“Thank you. Truly. You have given me an opportunity I cannot repay.” Then suddenly, out of nowhere, as Nathan handed Daxogor one of his lightsabers, he stabbed Nathan in the chest and Force-waved Ken away.

“Thank you, my friend.” His strength fully restored, he then cast aside Nathan’s corpse and yelled, “You fool!! Did you really think you could turn me? I am Daxogor, the greatest and mightiest Dargorian who ever lived!!” Then he cackled, a long devilish laugh that seemed to suck all light from the galaxy in that one instant.

Ken got up, and cried, “NOOO!! NATHAN! I will MURDER you for what you have done! You… will… DIE!!” Then, Ken collapsed. He felt sick, and sapped. While Daxogor was gloating and talking gloriously of himself, Ken entered a dream state. He recognized it as his subconscious, though something was off about it. Then he saw: his old master Nomano Kata coming to sit down next to him.

“Master Kata”, he said weakly, “Where am I? Why am I here?”

Nomano responded saying, “This is your subconscious. You are here because you have once again lost your way. Your anger nearly killed you, similar to how a lethal virus kills a cell in your body. “

“Help me find my way again, please. I cannot do this without you.”

“You have always been much more capable than you imagined. I saw it from the moment I picked you as my apprentice. As to your way, you are the only person who help you find your way again. I have the utmost confidence that you will.”

“No, Master, don’t leave me…” With a start, Ken woke up. He stood up, feeling nothing but calm. “There is no emotion there is peace”, he said to himself. He then stepped out to confront Daxogor. Daxogor’s restored strength, however, was only an illusion. In reality, the light beam had severely weakened Daxogor internally, but his exterior strength was unharmed. However, without both coinciding, he was basically dead. He began to feel a pull inside him as he realized his death was imminent.

“NO!”, he shouted as he disintegrated. Ken walked over to where Daxogor had died, and said, “Goodbye, Daniel.” And then he calmly walked over to Nathan’s body, buried it, and wept, not in anger or grief, but calm sadness. And as this happened, it rained for the first time ever on Prakith.

Chapter 7: A New Grandmaster:

Eventually, Ken was able to make his way back to Tython. Upon his return, he was welcomed and celebrated. The remaining High Masters had heard word of his heroic deeds and appointed him Grandmaster of the entire Order. He went down in history as the defeater of the Dargorians, and his first act was to have a mass-memorial erected for Nathan Adame, a kind, supportive friend, Nomano Kata, a wise Master in innumerable ways, and finally, Daniel Jardon, a good man and an even better friend.

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NOTE: NOT BASED ON THE TWILIGHT BOOKS OR MOVIES!!!

Twilight

Written by TruisticRhino28

Prologue:

It is the year 2463 BBY. A heated conflict rages on between the Dark Council and the Jedi Order, the Imperials and the Republic. One man, on the twilight of light and dark, stands poised to destroy everything…

Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, Garro Selenus was seen as one of the most respected people in the entire Republic and the wisest Jedi the Order had seen in centuries. Meditating in his chambers, he fell over on the floor as he received a terrible vision: One man, whose identity was all to familiar to Garro, was going to obliterate the entire galaxy in his own destruction.

Leader of the Dark Council on Dromund Kaas, Darth Necro had a reputation for being ruthless to his enemies, and decisive in his choices in war. He wanted nothing more than to see the Jedi Order destroyed. Suddenly, he received a vision: Someone familiar to the fearsome Dark Lord of the Sith was going to cause chaos galaxy-wide because of his own actions, someone who could be used to the Sith’s advantage.

Chapter 1: Visions of Destruction:

Grandmaster Garro Selenus was meditating, contemplating the disturbing vision he’d had about the man who would destroy the galaxy. He was deeply perturbed by this vision, and wondered if any others in the order had felt one like it, if any vision at all. He summoned his apprentice, a male Cathar named Rylo Amaska. Rylo entered the chambers, bowed with respect, and asked, “I sense you are troubled master. What seems to be bothering you?”

“Have you experienced any visions recently?”, asked Garro.

“No Master I have not”, replied Rylo. “What sort of vision did you experience that troubled you?”

“I saw… death… and destruction and chaos sowed across the galaxy all because of the actions of one man.”

“Who master?”, questioned Rylo.

“A man who I have not been associated with for some time, yet a man who has caused trouble of this sort in the past.”

“What could possibly be done about this master?”, asked Rylo in great concern.

“Nothing as of yet. But there is something you can do: I will need you to scour the Order for anyone who has experienced visions like this, and if anyone has, bring them to me.”

“Where will you go Master?”, asked Rylo.

“I have to see someone, an old friend, if you will”, replied Garro.”

Suddenly, Garro was hit with another vision: He realized his mortal enemy, Darth Necro, ruler of the Dark Council, had experienced the same vision as he.

In concern, Rylo rushed to his Master yelling, “Master! Master, are you alright?”.

“Yes, I am fine”, responded Garro, “But this situation just became far, far more dangerous”.

Chapter 2: Visions of Glory and Chaos:

Darth Necro was pacing in his private quarters, pondering the vision he’d experienced about the man sowing chaos across the galaxy, when another vision hit him, causing him to fall to his knees in pain: With great ire, he realized that his mortal enemy, Grandmaster Garro Selenus of the Jedi Order, had received the same vision. He realized his ultimate goals of using the chaos the man sowed from his vision would become much more difficult with the Jedi in the mix. After pondering the visions he’d experienced, and figuring out how each sect of Force-users would fit into his plan, Necro summoned a meeting of the Dark Council. Besides himself, there were 4 other members: Darth Oppress, Necro’s former master, as it turned out, Darth Aggress, who had a reputation for being the Councilor that was the quickest to action, Darth Fury, who, on the contrary, had a reputation as the Councilor that would fuel his rage and hatred and focus it on a single target, and finally, Darth Strife, who had a reputation for killing in the most creative ways possible. Once all of the Councilors had taken their seat, Necro began,

“Welcome my friends, to this meeting of the Council. Today I wish to discuss a vision I have experienced.”

“You have experienced many visions in the past, none of which have come even close to fruition. You understand if I have doubts about acting on your vision”, stated Darth Fury.

“If it shall bring the slow, painful, obliteration of the Jedi, I say we act on this immediately!!”, shouted Darth Aggress.

“I think we must consider whether to act upon the vision after we actually heard what the contents of the vision are, keeping in mind that the Force is always in motion, so the details may or may not be accurate”, stated Darth Strife, who also had a reputation for being the wisest of the Dark Council members.

“I actually experienced 2 visions, though both are very closely related. The first vision involves a singular man, who is a nexus in the Force with perfect control of both the light and dark sides of the Force, but is losing control of his power, and my vision showed me this could be used to sow chaos across the galaxy and allow us to instill order the way we always intended. The second vision is much more irritating and presents severe complications to the plan: In this vision, I learned the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order also received the same vision I had.”

“This is most curious, a nexus in the force, a man with perfect control of both sides of the Force. Did your vision happen to explain why this man was beginning to annihilate himself?”, asked Darth Oppress.

“No, it did not, though the explanation seems quite obvious. If someone that powerful was also a nexus in the Force, it would be easy to assume that, with time, the sheer amount of power would overwhelm one man”, explained Necro.

“Did your vision give us an identity, a planet of location, other pertinent information?”, asked Darth Oppress.

“I can assume that the planet was one named Mortis, a powerful nexus in the Force that not many actually know about, much less speak of. It is located on the bare fringes of this galaxy, almost in another galaxy entirely”, answered Necro.

“What about a name?”, questioned Darth Fury.

“It did not”, lied Necro.

“Well then, this is not nearly enough to act on. We simply do not possess enough information, plus the inclusion of the Jedi complicates the matter on a new level entirely”, stated Darth Fury, slightly irritated.

“Calm yourself, Fury. You are not one to haste so easily. I think my curiosity overwhelms my knowledge that there is too little information in this matter”, responded Darth Strife, who had remained quiet while Necro was explaining the details of his visions. “I propose, however, that we put this matter to a vote”.

“I say no, because I do not feel like this Council possesses sufficiently actionable information”, stated Darth Fury.

“I, of course, say yes”, stated Necro in an obvious tone.

“I say yes! Any chance to crush the Jedi into oblivion is most welcome”, expressed Aggress very clearly.

“While I would normally agree to explore the curiosity of the whole matter, pragmatism dominates my mind in this matter, and I must agree with Darth Fury in this instance”, stated Oppress.

“Darth Strife, that leaves you with the deciding vote”, said Necro.

“I agree with Necro”, Strife said calmly.

“Then it is the verdict of this Council that we investigate this matter. I adjourn this meeting of the Dark Council.”

Chapter 3: An Old Friend:

Garro left the Jedi Temple and went to meet with an old friend in a bar in the depths of Coruscant. He was meeting someone he’d remained in contact with throughout the entirety of his childhood and adult life, even as a Jedi: Markus Zamast. If there was anyone, even a non-Jedi, who could help Garro better ponder his visions, it was him. Garro entered the bar, and noticing Markus in a secluded corner booth, walked to join him.

“No drink?”, asked Garro in a joking tone, because as long as he’d known Markus, Markus had always loved a good drink.

“Nah, I’m trying to go sober. Impress my wife.”

“How are you, old friend?”, asked Markus. “You look troubled about something. Come, have a seat.”

“I’m troubled by many things, Markus, I’m the head Jedi for goodness sakes.”

“Well then, tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I had a vision. One of a man that I knew, but also didn’t know at the same time. This man caused the destruction of the entire galaxy.”

“That does seem pretty bad. Do you have any clue as to where this event took place, or a name of this person?”

“It is on a planet named Mortis, a powerful nexus in the Force that is on the barest fringes of this galaxy. I do not know the name of the man.”

“I would try to stop it. Of course, I am not a Jedi and don’t understand the Force, but, if it means saving the entire galaxy from certain destruction, I would certainly take that chance.

“You’re right. Thanks, old friend.”

And with that, Garro exchanged goodbyes with Markus, and left the bar to return to his quarters in the Temple, pondering how exactly he would save the galaxy from almost certain destruction.

Chapter 4: A Nexus in the Force:

Rigar Levosio was meditating, when suddenly he was thrown out of his meditation in horror when he realized his doom was impending. No. The split. It’s finally begun.

“I must begin making preparations. My time has come.” Rigar Levosio was a nexus in the Force, a point in the Force incredibly strong beyond any normal Force-users comprehension. He was a rare anomaly in this category though, because he had perfect control of both of the light and dark sides of the Force, and adhered equally to both codes. However, as he had realized as he’d been thrown out of meditation, he was beginning to fall apart, due to the fact that both of his light and dark personalities, Grandmaster Garro Selenus of the Jedi Order, and Darth Necro, leader of the Dark Council in the Sith Empire, had both received visions of his impending doom, though they had both previously existed privately with no knowledge they were a part of him. He lived on the planet Mortis, a planet that was also a nexus in the Force that resided on the bare fringes of the galaxy. He would need to initiate a ritual in the center of the planet that would disintegrate himself and subsequently the entire planet, but would stop the overloading Force energies within himself. However, if his worst nightmare came true, and his personalities converged, the energies inside himself would gain strength and overload his person, causing an overwhelming explosion that would obliterate all life in the known galaxy, which he could not let happen. He was not incredibly worried however, as he’d lived in isolation on Mortis for decades, and no one else, as far as he knew, and he knew a vast amount, that no one else knew the location of Mortis. Entering one of the planet’s many extensive cave systems, he made his way down into the planet’s core to obliterate himself.

Chapter 5: March to Mortis:

Darth Necro left his chambers in Kaas City and headed to the main tactical center of the Empire’s army, where the army’s top generals and fleet admirals were meeting to discuss the assault on Mortis. As he entered the chambers, the soldiers and officers bowed to him in respect. There were 2 fleet admirals, 3 army commanders, Darth Oppress, and Darth Aggress. He began the meeting saying, “The time has come at last, my friends, for us to, at long last, conquer the galaxy through ultimate destruction. This operation will be known as: Operation Chaos.”

“When will we be able to slaughter the Jedi?”, asked Aggress eagerly.

“With the plan, physically slaughtering the Jedi will not be at all necessary, my friend.”

“What is the plan exactly?”, asked one of the army commanders.

“A very just question. We will march to Mortis and obliterate the entire planet, down to the core, where I have foreseen the ritual will take place.”

Garro Selenus was meditating in his chambers when his apprentice entered saying, “Master, the others are ready for you.”

Upon hearing that, Garro stood up, left his chambers and entered the Jedi Council chambers to discuss the plan for Mortis.

“Here is the plan”, Garro explained after greeting the other Masters. “We are going to go, stop the Empire’s forces, and hopefully peacefully end the destruction so no lives are taken.”

“And what if a peaceful resolution cannot be reached?”, asked one of the Masters.

“That would be an undesirable situation, however, if it comes down to that, then we must stop the source before it takes any lives.”

Chapter 6: The Fate of the Galaxy:

Rigar was very close to the core of the planet, when he fell to the ground with a grim realization: he was going to have company. After realizing this, he hastened his approach toward the core. Upon reaching the core, he began installing the equipment that would siphon his Force energies out of him. The machinery, calling upon ancient Rakatan designs, had been designed by the Rakatans to either infuse or take away a being’s ability to use the Force. In Rigar’s case, it would be used to take away and annihilate his Force energies, and therefore collapsing his physical form, because the Force was what kept him alive. However, if he was swayed toward the light, all sense of evil would be extinguished. The Sith, the Empire, any notion of anyone ever doing anything bad would perish. This would completely destabilize the galaxy, because without conflict, life would stagnate and nothing would ever be accomplished. If he was swayed towards the Dark, chaos would reign and no sense of order would exist anywhere. Rigar’s best hope, he realized would be to accelerate the ritual, however, it held dangerous consequences if anything went wrong. He stepped into the machine, and began screaming in agony as his Force energies were siphoned away and destroyed.

Meanwhile, Darth Necro’s forces landed on Mortis, and Necro, sensing the ritual was taking place in the planet’s core, sent all of his troops into the extensive and followed with Aggress and Oppress close behind.

Garro landed on Mortis with his apprentice and fellow masters and Markus Zamast. The other masters had been very skeptical and dubious of Garro’s decision to bring Markus on the mission, but Garro had insisted that Markus would prove instrumental in turning the tide in their favor. They headed into the cave systems where Garro sensed the ritual would take place.

Both Jedi and Sith entered the very core of the planet, and immediately began fighting each other. Darth Aggress, ever the extreme brute in battle, rushed in brazenly and began murdering Jedi Masters left, right, and center, and ultimately dealt a huge blow to Jedi before being slain by Rylo. Eventually, after all the fighting was over, only 5 remained: Darths Necro and Oppress, Garro, Rylo, and Markus. They each approached Rigar’s machine, neither side entering combat with the other.

Darth Necro began before the Jedi were given a chance yelling, “Rigar! This entire ritual is pointless! You must channel your hatred, use the chaos to destroy our enemies and restore order in the name of the Sith!”

“Do not bear ear to his lies!”, shouted Garro in response. “There is no emotion, there is peace.”

“Peace is a lie! There is only passion!”, Necro cried. “Use your passion to gain strength, your strength to gain power, your power to gain victory and break the restrictive chains of the light! Only then shall the Force truly free you!”

“Do not listen to the vile deceptions of the Sith!”, Garro called out. “They would only use you to cause death, destruction, and chaos, only to impose their order upon all. Remember: There is no chaos, there is harmony. Let harmony exist between all things, and let nothing be tainted by the evil of the Sith!”

All throughout the seemingly endless yelling by Necro and Garro, Rigar was in the greatest pain he’d ever felt. They are so selfish and small-minded in their goals, the do not realize the truth: balance must exist! They only believe the antiquated ideals of their own sides. There is no hope for the survival of either Jedi or Sith. Rigar barely managed to get out, “Don’t you realize you idiots? Balance must exist! The Sith are so small-minded and selfish and only follow their own agendas. And Jedi act as the do-gooders, the perfect beings of justice and prosperity. I am trying to maintain that balance, and right now I alone hold the fate of the galaxy within me! Balance must exist! There is no good without evil! There must be chaos and order!!” All the while, a pull within Necro and Garro was causing excruciating pain for both of them. The pull they felt, was at the core of their beings, their own light and dark Force energies. For a brief time, it caused Garro and Necro’s alignments to switch, causing Garro to briefly fall to the Dark Side and Necro to turn to the light. A dark-turned Garro charged toward his apprentice, and knocked him out cold. Markus, who was not afraid at this point, said, “Garro! Stop!”, right as Garro was about to plunge his massive double-bladed lightsaber into Rylo’s unconscious body. “This is not you. You are not yourself.”

“And what would you know about me?”, Garro asked in a cruel voice.

“Garro, we have been inseparable friends for over 50 years. You are not yourself. Do not let yourself become so engrossed in hatred.”

“You. You have been nothing but a detriment to me, old friend. And now you shall die.” Garro then proceeded to Force-choke Markus in a fierce grip that threatened to kill him.

Meanwhile, Necro begins dueling his old master, Darth Oppress.

“Your evil has paraded for far too long, my former Master”, claimed Necro.

“Is this a joke?”, asked Oppress in complete disbelief. “You are Sith.” And with that, Oppress cast a Sith spell that switched the personalities of Necro and Garro back into place.

Markus fell to the ground, and, after getting his bearings, headed over to Garro to check on them. “Garro, are you okay?”

“Yes, Markus, I am fine.”

Upon hearing that, Markus breathed a sigh of relief, and Rylo woke up, having no memory of Garro knocking him out. Markus thought that was for the best.

Meanwhile, Rigar’s Force energies were almost completely siphoned and destroyed, and his physical form was beginning to collapse. Necro, noticing this, began concentrating his Force energies to siphon over the dark energies that remained in Rigar to himself, with Oppress supporting him. Garro began using the same tactic, with Rylo supporting him and Markus watching from the sidelines. As a result of this, Rigar suffers even greater pain, as he feels his remaining Force energies converging between light and dark in a loop of constant switching, which in turn affects his mind: He is a Sith one second, a Jedi in the next, and himself again after that, and the cycle repeats. Eventually, Rigar gets to a point where his mind is the only part of him intact, and his mind overloads, leaving just a pure canvas of white Force energies…

Chapter 7: Outcomes:

Garro wakes up, cautious of his surroundings, but realizes that he is back in his quarters in the Jedi temple, and a brief meditation makes him realize that all evil has been extinguished from the galaxy, and he then realizes that nothing can ever go wrong, and there is eternal peace. At first, this seems well, but everything in the galaxy enters a complete and infinite state of stagnation, and without conflict, nothing is accomplished. Garro realizes this, and begins to go insane. He thinks to himself, it’s all happening like Rigar said. I have been such a fool. What happens now? What do I do? What is happening to me?!?! And then all is white again.

Necro awakes in his chambers on Dromund Kaas. He has no memory of Mortis and its outcome. He rushes to speak to Darth Oppress. “Oppress”, he asks, “I do not remember the outcome of Mortis. What happened there? Did we win?”

“Yes, we won. The Empire instituted galaxy-wide order almost instantly, however, very soon after that, the Empire lost its hold and we are now warring against chaos of all kinds in every part of the galaxy. We continually suffer losses, but we will persevere. That is, and always has been, the true strength of the Sith.”

“Yes, thank you Oppress. That really helps jog my memory.”

And with that, Necro returned to his chambers. He was meditating on what Rigar had said when he remembered what Rigar had said about balance: There cannot be exclusively light or dark. Over the ensuing weeks, more and more reports come in of the Empire’s devastating losses. Eventually, the public starts riots, and the Imperials are unable to stop the sheer amount of chaos building. And then, it is all white yet again.

Garro wakes with a start. What an obscene nightmare, he thought. Just then, his apprentice and Markus entered his chambers and both sighed great sighs of relief.

“Thank goodness your awake, Garro”, began Markus. “You’ve been asleep for months, and we weren’t sure you’d ever wake up. What were you dreaming about?”, he asked.

“I dreamt of many horrible, horrible things that thankfully were not real, and were simply illusions put into my head by the Sith.” But in the back of his mind, Garro could not ever push images of pure, white nothingness out of his subconscious, where the twilight reigns eternal.

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