Note: This fanfic is set following the events of Darth Bane: Rule of Two by Drew Karpyshyn
Star Wars: Legend of Darth Bane
Chapter One: Vulnerability
After Banes near capture on Ambria, Zannah had restored the power back to the Loranda star ship after a few days of hard work. She used the power of the force to pick his masters unconscious body up from the hatch they had been hiding in and put him on a gurney that floated half a meter from the ground.
She guided the gurney up the loading ramp of the ship. She guided it down passed several chambers in the ship until she reached the medical bay. She hooked her master up to several Bacta injectors to accelerate his healing process. He was still weak due to the effects of his own dark side energy turned against him, and by the orbalisks poisons that were injected into his body.
She made her way to the cockpit and fired up the engines. Still thinking of what they should do next. Until her master was powerful enough to move as he did before the orbalisks were removed from him, she would have to find a secure location to take them.
Luckily for them, the jedi who had arrived on Ambria to capture the Sith Lord that had killed four jedi, two of them masters, fell for her trick. Images of her butchering Caleb, cutting him into pieces with her lightsaber, then using Sith Sorcery to cause her cousin Darovit to see his worst fears and to attack the jedi who had come to Ambria to arrest them. They had killed Darovit, believing him to be the Sith Lord that they had received information about.
Zannah couldn't help but smirk at the thought of how easily the jedi were fooled. Darovit had no lightsaber skills, he just charged at them, and they actually believed that someone who fights like that could kill two jedi masters and two knights? She thought to herself as she guided the Loranda off the desert ground of Ambria and towards the planets atmosphere.
She keyed in the autopilot and stood up from the pilots seat. She walked out of the cockpit and down the hall. She needed a shower.
A horrible pain pulsated its way through his body. Trying to move his body parts seemed pointless; no matter how hard he tried, he could only move his right hand. The poison must still be working its way out of his system. He slowly opened his eyes. Darth Bane, Dark Lord of the Sith, so weak, so vulnerable. Banes faces twisted in irritation at how vulnerable he had become at that moment.
If that stupid Jedi Master hadn't put up that force field to reflect Banes own dark side energy against him then he would still have the orbalisks attached to his body, parasites that had shells dense enough to withstand even direct lightsaber attacks.
He would have had to get rid of the orbalisks at some point, but he wanted that point to be further along, once it was time for Zannah to become the Dark Lord of the Sith.
He slowly moved his eyes and felt with what little force he could muster in his current state. He was in the medical bay of the ship that Zannah stole from that old man. He could feel the bacta working its way through his system working to counteract the poison in him and accelerate his healing process.
He lay on the table, weak, and vulnerable. This time only a few days ago, he had extreme power, power enough to kill two Jedi Masters by himself; but in an instant that was stalled. His power was now weakened for the time being. But it would return. He would once again be invincible in the force until his apprentice Zannah, one day succeeded him and killed him.
Bane could feel the ship begin to lift off the ground. Where was Zannah taking them? Until Bane was healed enough to move on his own, he would require Zannah to do everything. His apprentice had proven that she is capable of becoming the next Dark Lord of the Sith. She was powerful, cunning, and had extreme beauty to captivate and control the hearts of any man she wanted-besides Bane.
Bane had made a mistaken on Ruusan he had now realized. He had let those two mercenaries escape and tell the jedi that there was one
remaining Sith after the thought bomb. At the time it seemed like a good idea, but after Banes encounter with the Jedi Masters in the temple on Tython, and that one jedi which turned his own power against him-he realized that he had made a mistake. He had allowed one jedi to believe that the Sith still existed, and after ten years that jedi finally got the proof to prove it, and that connection caused the event that had rendered Bane so weak.
The Rule of Two; two there should be; no more, no less; one to embody power, the other to crave it. A master, and an apprentice. That rule will be the foundation for all Siths to come, Bane would see to that himself. When the time came for Zannah and Bane to fight to the death, and Zannah to win and kill her master; then she would seek out an apprentice and keep The Rule of Two alive.
Bane felt the ship shake a little, signaling that they had left the planets atmosphere. For now he needed to rest, and recover, and once his power had returned, he would continue his quest to build a holocron and pass his knowledge to future Siths.
