Here is yet another story in the little bunch of stories. This time it's about the battle though. So, as not to bore you to death, here it is.
Disclaimer: I do not own SWTOR.
"Cyper 9. You have to fire the eradicatitors. If you don't you'll die." Watcher 2 spoke through the comm. Cyper 9 knew that he may as well be walking to his death. But he couldn't fire the eradicatitors. He had killed before. Some had been innocent yes, but this was different. Then, he had a reason. They were withholding information or protecting his targets. This was straight up murder. They had done nothing. Jadus wished for them to burn. He gave no reason except his own sick ausement. Cyper 9 couldn't allow it. He had to stop them. Firing was not an option.
Cyper 9 walked up to the computer and started imputing codes. He paused, finger hovering over the button to fire. His hand shook. Darth Jadus turned.
"You're unsure of this Agent." He stated. The Cyper agent refrained from sending a rude comeback. He may despise the man but he knew that he could kill him in an instant. Cyper 9 did not have a death wish.
"Imagine what the new Empire would be like with us at it's head." The dark lord continued with his back towards the agent.
"Yes my Lord." The agent said. He brought his finger down, confirming his decision. Instead of firing, the eradicatitors shut down. Powered off. Stopped working. Darth Jadus stopped his monologue. His masked head turned. One could feel the emotions rolling off him in waves. Anger was the most obvious. But Nine could detect a hidden layer of disappointment. That was new.
"Cyper! What were you thinking! You have to get out of there!" Watcher 2 hissed in his ear.
Cyper 9 knew this was it. He had finally pushed Jadus over the edge. Cyper 9 snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his gun and stared definitely into the Siths yellow eyes. He would not go down without a fight. The Sith ignited his lightsaber, red blade glowing threateningly. A flash of fear made its way across the agents face and he took a involuntary step back. His opponent raised his hand. In a split second, lighting flashed out of his fingers.
Cyer 9 was to slow to get out of the way. He groud his teeth to keep from yelling out. It felt as if his entire body was on fire. Cyper 9 knew that if he somehow got out of this encounter alive, he would have terrible scars. It seemed that this would not be the case as the Sith showed no sign of stopping. He gasped for breath when Jadus stopped. Taking the opening, the agent let loose a few shots from his blaster. All three were blocked. Jadus stalked forward as Cyper 9 scrambled up. His pistol was ripped from his grasp and thrown across the room. The agent took a step back. He took another step. Jadus enjoyed this greatly. It didn't take long until the nervous agent could not back up any further. Jadus was within striking distance. He raised his lightsaber. Cyper 9 pulled out his knife and rolled out of the way, dragging the sharp edge across the dark lords side. When he stood, he looked at his knife and smirked. Looks like he can be injured after all thought Cyper 9. He dashed out of the way before a certain red blade sliced across where he had stood mere seconds before. What he forgot was Jadus's ability to use the force. He was painfully reminded of this when he hit the floor. Hard. He heard a crack. Cursing, the injured combatant once more pushed himself up. He felt a sharp pain go through his chest. It didn't stop him. He'd gone through worse before. Unfortunately Jadus was once more in front of him. Apparently using the force no longer pleased the twisted man. A foot flew up and smashed into his nose, sending him back. Blood immediately rushed down his face like a waterfall. Pain corsed through his brain. Jadus didn't stop there. Kick after kick hit the struggling agent. Blood pooled beneath him. His once white uniform now blood red. Jadus stopped and turned. A mistake. The injured agent threw himself up, dagger in hand. It sunk deep into the side of the Sith Lord. He pulled it out before landing a second blow. As he prepared to strike a third time he stopped. The weapon dropped from his and and hit the metal floor with a clank. The blade of Jadus's saber sticking through him. His eyes went wide with shock. He fell with a loud thump as the lightsaber was turned off. Jadus once more walked away. This time Cyper 9 did not get up.
Said agent lay on the hard ground. It was cold to the touch. Blood pooled around him as he struggled to sit up. He managed to raise himself out of the blood before his arms gave out and he returned to where he started . He coughed. Jadus left the bridge. He would die alone.