Eternal Empire of Zakuul Throne Room; After the Capture of Darth Marr and the Jedi Battlemaster
Evarkon watched with shock as his Sith lord counterpart was cast aside by the imposing figure in front of him with apparent ease.
"Marr!" He heard himself yell.
Evarkon heard booming laughter and turned to see Vitiate, better known as the Sith Emperor, standing at the foot of his own lavish throne.
"Master Jedi. You have failed in your task. Now, only death and ruin await you." He stated malicious humor behind his every word. "Arcann. Finish him."
The man with only half a face ignited his bright saber and narrowed his only visible eye. He could feel his father's intense gaze on him, and he knew now was not the time for his intended coup. He had to eliminate the man in front of him before he worried about anything else.
"You will die, Outlander." Arcann growled, with a metallic undertone cutting through his voice.
"I am the Battlemaster of the Jedi Order, sent to destroy the Sith Emperor by Grandmaster Satale Shan. Do you really think you stand a chance?" Evarkon asked the man in front of him through gritted teeth. He slid his saber into his hand, and a dark purple blade blazed into being.
"Die!" Arcann shouted, leaping forward to engage the Jedi.
Their lightsabers collided with an unholy screech, and a blur of colors, green on purple flew through the air. Evarkon's form VII was being tested by Arcann's more varied styles. The Jedi was being pushed on the defensive, a position he was all too comfortable with, having trained in the Guardian style of lightsaber combat. He was trained to combat over aggression, which his opponent was relying on heavily.
Arcann and Evarkon clashed blades in a flurry of strokes. Evarkon felt an intense burning sensation, and realized he had been struck on the shoulder in a glancing blow. Arcann raised his blade for a downwards cutting blow, and Evarkon seized the opportunity to counter. He blocked the downwards cut, and pushed his combatant away with a blast of the force. Arcann hit the ground and slid for a few meters, and before he could recover, Evarkon was on him in a flash of violet.
Arcann's death scream echoed through the throne room, and one or two of the Zakullian knights shifted with unease at the horrid sound.
"Unfortunate. I expected more out of my son." The Emperor muttered, sounding more inconvenienced than worried. "No matter. You must be dealt with."
The old man raised his hands, and dark lightning hummed and struck down onto his outstretched arms.
"It is too bad. I rather liked your spunk." Vitiate said, disappointed.
Evarkon barely had time to raise his saber before the force lightning hit him like a wampa on a rampage. His saber absorbed some of the blast, but a portion reflected off of the blade and struck him in the face, searing a line across his right cheek and blasting him off his feet.
He skidded a few feet and groaned in pain before staggering to his feet, only to get blasted again with the black lightning. He screamed in agony, and collapsed to his knees, utterly drained and barely conscious.
Vitiate approached him, and ignited a crimson saber.
"You are my last true obstacle Jedi. Take pride in that. However, you never really stood a chance. I've been amassing my entire power base over several years. Nothing can even halt my progress. Soon the Eternal Empire will reign supreme!" He proclaimed, raising his saber.
Evarkon grunted with exertion and lunged forward with his saber. He plunged the weapon into the chest of his nemesis and heard a gasp emanate from him.
The crimson saber sheathed and the hilt dropped to the floor, clattering away from the pair.
Vitiate's eyes started to glow a bright white, and his mouth gaped open in a soundless scream.
A pulse of pure energy emanated from the Emperor, and the last thing Evarkon thought of before he was blinded by the light was "This is it for me."
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