Dark Desire
The Dark Side. Indomitable power. Power that was needed but in the end had failed to deliver. Power that seduced and corrupted, beguiled and lured. Hated, but wanted. It made a slave of everyone who touched it. It had made a slave of him. Hands came up, undoing the catches to his helmet. He pulled it off, blinded almost by the bright white of the interior of his hyperbaric chamber, after so long seeing the red tint of his eye pieces. A curl of the ever present anger rose.
Obi-Wan had put him in this suit, Obi-Wan, the cause of his daily indignities. Not man, not machine. A monster in between. Like a rancor on a garden world. But he would have his revenge. For he was Sith and the Sith knew how to play the long game. He would crush his old master, like a womp rat in a trap. For while the Dark Side was perilous….it brought success, and with it, the fall of the last whimpering remnants of the Jedi Order.