It couldn't end like this.
The artificial air on the frigate was being continuously split by the loud blaring of alarms, as a figure clad in black robes stumbled along a corridor. It was umistakenly femenine, and the clothing did little to cover that fact. A lightsaber dangled at her belt, and, along with the colour of her robes, was enough to identify her as a Sith. The vessel shuddered, sending the figure at the wall. She hit it it with a force that left her seeing stars, even though her helmet, as damaged as it was, was still firmly on her head. She tried to stand, to shake it off, but as soon as she was on her feet, her legs gave out from underneath her, sending her crashing to the ground and she had to supress a cry as her knees heavily impacted the metal floor. The Lord of the Sith crawled to the wall, hissing as the movement sent waves of pain from her numerous wounds, and put her back to it. She had to rest. The assaliants were still far away, being held back by what little remained of her followers. Her trembling hands reached up, resting on either sides of her helmet and tearing it away, wincing at the few sparks that jumped from it's circuits at her bare palms. She lost her gloves what seemed like ages ago. The helmet was already damaged beyond repair, nearly useless, unless she decided to pummel someone to death with it(Not really her style). The piece of equipment fell away, now just a heap of sparking metal. Almost immediately, long raven hair spilled down. It was matted with blood and sweat, and it hid her face behind a curtain of black locks. The woman breathed deeply, grunting as the pain exploded from her broken ribs. She closed her yellow eyes, wondering how everything went so wrong.
It was just a normal day. She had gotten up early in the morning, had eaten breakfast and then gotten to work. Being a Dark Council member was as tiring as it was dangerous, so it was better to start early. The meeting had gone as usual, with the other Dark Lords bickering among themselves, even managing to get her into the many arguments. If that was their idea of governing the Empire, it's a wonder the the Republic hadn't won by now.
Then the intel had come.
She cursed her stupidity. She should have never fell for a trap as obvious as this! A messenger had been waiting for her in front of her stronghold, telling her about someone in possesion of an ancient Sith artifact and willing to sell it. She, of course had agreed, because she couldn't just let an oppurtunity like this pass by. 'It will be easy' she had thought, 'Only a fool would attack me now.' She had been so foolish, letting her victory go to her head. And now she was paying the price.
The Republic had been waiting for them with a fleet three times the size of the forces she brought with her. They descended upon them like predators, quickly destroying half of her fleet. They barely had time to scatter before they were boarded. The Jedi took no prisoners, she realised. So much for their Code.
The whole ship shook again and she wondered how long it will last. Will her life end like this? After all she's been through, everything she sacreficed, would she meet her end choking in space, or exploding along with the dying ship? Or maybe she's going to bleed out right here? Or end up crushed under a random piece of debris? The endless posibilities, along with terrible images of her death swam through her mind and she started to breathe more heavily as bile rose up her throat. She felt tears well up in her eyes as despair settled in her stomach, like a rock, holding her down. She was going to die here! After finally taking revenge and claiming her rightful place on the Dark Council, she was going to die, suffocating in cold, soundless space, and her body will float there, forever. Her enemies will celebrate, of this she had no doubt. Perhaps Ravage will even seek out her remains, just to gloat. She wouldn't put it past him. And the Jedi… she felt sick at the mere thought. Was she really going to die because of those hipocrits? She felt denial burn through her, filling her body with new strength and determination. No! She was not going to end her life in some burning ship, and certainly not by the Jedi's actions. She will not let her enemies dance on her corpse.
She was Darth Nox, Dark Lord of the Sith and member of the Dark Council. She will not let it end like this.
With great effort, she managed to get to her feet. Just in time, too, as she felt the presence of numerous Jedi getting closer. It seems her soldiers has fallen. Oh, well. They served her well, and that's what mattered. She started limping towards the bridge, keeping one arm close to the wall. The ship shook again, causing her to almost lose her balance. She heard an exposion behind her, and she started walking faster. The closer she got to the bridge, the more bodies she found. Nothing unexpected, the fighting was thick here, but it was still a depressing sight. Even if she walked out of this in one piece, she would have to start nearly from scratch.
At last, the huge doors to the brige were before her. Nox shakely walked towards them, being careful not to trip over bodies. There were so many of them, so much to rebuild. She warily looked around, probing in the Force for any signs of danger. She was honestly surprised she didn't come across anyone by now. They must have decided she was heading to the escape pods. Good. It will give her time.
She walked in, looking around at the carnage. Nox limped among the bodies, towards the big, transparisteel illuminator. She noticed something familliar out of the corner of her eye and looked down briefly. It was the captain, Newblo. His bright, brilliant eyes were now empty, staring into the ceiling with a glassy gaze, and burnt holes were scaterred on his usually neat uniform. He didn't even have his signature hat. Shame. She actually liked the guy. He was one of the few competent officers in the Empire.
She was broken out of her musings by a loud explosion from behind her. Footsteps echoed from the corridor she walked through. It seemed they figured out she didn't plan on using the escape pods. She stumbled to the main console, nearly falling over in the process. A blaster bolt hit the ground next to her, causing her to set to work immediately. She pressed a few buttons, closing the brigde off. She knew it won't hold them forever, especially if there are Jedi involved, but it will slow them down, and that's all she needed.
Nox ran a diagnostic on the ship's systems. Most of them were offline, and it of course included the hyperdrive. She heard a crash behind her, but she kept her focus on the task. She checked other systems. Those not immediately necessary to her survival were still active, if barely. The life support worked quite well, though. An idea came to Nox's mind and she quickly starter rerouting power to the engines and hyperdrive. With luck, she will get rid of the intruders and survive. She heard a hiss behind her and a smell of ozone entered her nostrils. She was almost out of time. Nox glanced at the console. Just a few more minutes. Nox turned to the door, taking her lightsaber and igniting it with a snap-hiss. The gloomy bridge was slightly illuminated by a red glow as she raised her saber in a defensive stance, using her pain to fuel her power. She will need it.
The blue, glowing spot marked a circle of red-hot metal on the gray doors. In a few moments, the blade done it's work and retracted. Nox knew what was about to happen and threw out her hand, holding the chunk of metal in place with the Force. She felt Someone's will pushing against her own and she grunted, looking back a the console briefly. Not long now. She bared her teeth with effort, as another Jedi joined forces their companion. She won't be able to last long like this. Growing desperate, she prepared a wave of telekinetic energy, which she threw towards the doors, sending the cut-out fragment towards her enemies. She heard screams and furious shouting, as well as the distant sound of bodies hitting the ground. She smiled grimly. At least those Republic dogs will suffer some losses, even if her plan does not succed. Three people emerged through what was left of the entrance. There was a snap-hiss and blades of light materialised from their hands. Jedi. 'They're probably going to lanch into some rant about surrendering,' Nox thought.
''Darth Nox,'' one of them, holding a blue lightsaber, started. ''In the name of the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Order you are under arrest.''
''Surrender,'' The second one, holding a green blade, added. ''And the court will be more merciful.''
'Typical,' she thought. But it was to her advantage. She sneakily glanced over her shoulder. A few seconds. Alright, she just have to keep them talking.
''Has that ever worked?'' She mocked, raising her blade a little higher.
''Some people have common sense,'' The third one said with a smirk. ''And we're taking you in, whether you want it or not.''
''You will try,'' She said, just as the ship jerked forward, throwing almost everyone off balance,
Nox was prepared for it, though, and she dove towards the console, activating the hyperdrive and not even bothering to put in the coordinates. The stars ahead begun to blur and her stomach twisted, a common feeling she associated with hyperspace travel. She spun around, using every bit of her power to throw the assaliants back. Then, she plunged her saber deep into the floor, surrounding herself with a Force bubble, that will hopefully protect her from being sucked into space. The ship suddenly accelerated, and her enemies went flying back, into the void. Alas, even she couldn't handle this for long, and the world went black.