The Rise of Zendius
Author: Zendius
(Beta: Aozora12)
Disclaimer: We do not own SWTOR or anything affiliated with it. We do own our own characters.
Warning: Some spoilers
As the war between the Empire and Republic continues on the world of Balmorra, the Empire is running out of troops. The Republic advances, taking siege of the Balmorran Arms Factory. Just as their soldiers began to celebrate their victory, an Imperial Dreadnaught descends onto the planet, hovering in just above the ground as it kicks up dust everywhere.
The ship's large metal door opens, revealing a single silhouette through the thick dust; a man in black and red spiked armor, with a mask covering his face. The man drops from the ship with a thunderous boom as he hits the ground, making more dust fly into the air. A squad of republic troops quickly forms, going to investigate the man as the ship flies off.
The commander of the Republic troops stationed at the factory looks on at the scene from the safety of the weapons factory. From his office in the factory he sees a red light and blaster shots flying through the air. As the dust settles he sees his soldiers lying dead around the man, and it is clear the man in black and red armor was indeed a sith lord. The commander watches in shock as the sith then walks through the battlefield, slicing and shocking anyone who dares get in his way.
As the sith passes a crashed ship, he hears a voice. "Lay down your lightsaber and surrender!" This only made the sith laugh. He laughed even harder as a wounded civilian-looking man emerged from the wreckage. The sith lunged at him and, to his surprise and pleasure, the man drew a lightsaber of his own; his was green and shined as bright as a star. As the two locked sabers the sith exclaimed "Finally, a challenge!"
As the two exchanged strikes the jedi bunted the sith with the end of his saber, knocking his mask off. The jedi looks upon the sith's face and he notices red eyes and long crimson hair. Then the sith, grinning evilly, slices the jedi's hand off. Then, with a large jolt of lightning, throws the jedi into a cliff, making boulders and rubble fall onto the jedi. There was no chance of surviving that. Amused at the tiny little challenge, the sith picks up his mask and puts it back on. He then turns his attention toward the Balmorran weapons factory and, after taking the fallen jedi's saber, he sprints towards the factory in a gust of wind.
By the time he arrived the Republic troops had surrendered. Anyone who could defeat a jedi would certainly tear right through them.
Fifteen minutes after the capture of the factory, the sith had started executing the survivors. He laughed cruelly, enjoying himself as he watched the light fade from his victims' eyes. Finally he came to the Republic commander, who glared at him with hate. The commander spoke, asking only one thing.
"Who are you?" The sith held his saber to the commanders throat as he answers.
"Lord Zendius." He then slices the commander's head off, laughing loudly, his deep voice booming throughout the entire arms factory.
Later, as Lord Zendius was leaving the now empty and bloodied factory, he heard sobbing from behind some barrels. Investigating, he discovered a young girl, perhaps only about sixteen years old. The girl gasped upon being discovered and she quickly jumped out from her hiding spot, drawing her weapon. Darth Zendius was surprised to see that the girl wielded a double-bladed light saber, the crystal matching her eyes, a deep enchanting blue. The girl stood in a defensive stance. Her body trembled with fear as tears rolled down her eyes, but she held her ground as she faced the man who had just killed her master.
"You will pay for my master's death, sith!" she declared. Zendius just chuckled.
"You… are going to make me pay?" he cackled, drawing his own blood red light saber. "You are funny, little one. Tell me, what is your name?" He asked as he slowly stepped towards her. She took a step back fearfully but, though she was afraid, she answered him.
"Aozora." She told him, before leaping to attack him.
Zendius just laughed, amused, as he easily blocked her attacks before swiftly disarming her. With a kick to the stomach she was sent flying into the wall, where she sank to the ground, defeated. She looked up at Zendius fearfully as he approached her. This was it, she was going to die. She flinched when the man offered her his hand.
"Join me, Zora," he said, shortening her name to her surprise, "and commit yourself to the dark side of the force." She swiftly shook her head. She refused Zendius, and he just couldn't take no for an answer. Enraged, he shocked her with a lightning blast. She still refused; she was stubborn, but so was Zendius… and the poor girl had no idea who she was messing with. After hours of torture, both mental and physical, she finally agreed to join Zendius, not like she had a choice to begin with. Aozora limped out of the arms factory behind him, the new young apprentice to an upstarting sith lord. Zendius chuckled to himself as his apprentice followed him.
His rise to power was just beginning…
Thanks for reading! Allow us to introduce ourselves. We are actually 2 authors. Zendius, and Aozora12; who has written several stories on her own (go check her out). Zendius is the brains for this story, but alas lacks the grammatical prowess of Zora, hence Zora is the beta for this story (you should have seen it before she worked on it)
Anyways, nice to meet ya! Hope you enjoy this story and any others that we come up with. Part 2 is coming soon!
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