The air crackled and hissed as the blades of two lightsabers, one golden yellow and the other a brilliant crimson, clashed against each other. The man wielding the crimson saber, clothed in a black robe with gold trimming, stepped back and fired a blast of powerful lighting at his opponent. The other man, clothed in armor with a ceremonial white garb covering his chest, grunted in pain and involuntarily took a step back from the power of the attack. His entire left arm was replaced with a mechanical one and the left half of his face was covered in metal, evidence of a battle when fighting the Sith Empire and Galactic Republic. Both men paused to catch their breath from the intense fight, preparing once more to fight.
"Give it up, Outlander", the man with the robotic arm said. "You cannot defeat me and your fleet cannot win either, even with the help of the Gravestone."
The man in the black robe let out a dry laugh, "And here I thought the Sith were the most arrogant people I ever met. I mean, I killed your supposed Immortal Emperor while he was toying with you."
"I distracted him while you got in the killing strike", Arcann replied. "So you didn't kill him by yourself."
"You know, you are absolutely right", the Outlander replied, mildly surprising Arcann at this concession. "You were an adequate meat shield and no one can ever take that away from you. When Valkorian was in my head, he told me about how you always lagged behind your brother, always second best. Now, at least half of your Zakuul Knights refuse to fight for you any longer and even your own people refuse to follow you as well, thus proving once again you will always be second best.
Arcann roared at this insult and leapt back into the fray, no longer holding any power back to kill this annoyance that is the Outlander.
That struck a nerve, the Outlander thought to himself and smirked. Good.
As Arcann Force leapt through the air at him, the Outlander decided lend a hand and Force pulled Arcann, causing him to overshoot his target from the sudden increase in speed. The Outlander finished his attack by blasting Arcann with lightning, turning him into a living lightning bomb. A few moments later, a loud explosion occurred and there was a brand new hole in the wall.
As Arcann lay unconscious from the attack, the Outlander walked over to him, saber drawn and ready to lay the killing strike when he was suddenly hurled backwards several yards. Groaning, he looked up to see Arcann's sister, Vaylin, enter the room, a psychotic smirk on her face.
"Do you think I'm going to let you kill my brother, Outlander? Just for that, I'm going to have to kill you slowly", she giddily said, her smirk getting ever larger. "Too bad mother isn't here, I still owe her a similar fate."
The Outlander's earpiece buzzed, "Hi'en? It's Lana. Charges are set and waiting on you."
"Lana, there's a kink in the plans: Vaylin is here", Hi'en replied. He could hear Lana's breath hitch, "All right, we're heading to your location, just hold tight." Hi'en eyed Vaylin as she revived her brother, "No. There is no time, Arcann and Vaylin cannot escape from the station. Get everyone out and detonate the charges at a safe distance...I'll hold them off."
Arcann was now on his feet, still dazed from being turned into a bomb and Hi'en knew he could not defeat both of them at the same time. "We're not leaving you to die, just hold on," Lana nearly screamed. Hi'en shook is head, even though Lana couldn't see it, "I'm giving you an order, Lana, this is the best chance we have at killing them and you know it."
Arcann was no fully recovered from being dazed and was now ready to fight. "I...I understand. May the Force be with you, Lana out."
"Now, Outlander, are you ready to die?", Arcann asked. Hi'en sadly smiled, "I am. The real question is are you?" The next few minutes proved to the most intense and draining fight of their lives, and though Hi'en put up a valiant fight, he was ultimately overpowered by the both of them.
Hi'en laid on the floor, severely injured from multiple wounds, as Arcann and Vaylin limped over to him. Arcann nearly lost his right arm completely and Vaylin and several broken bones and ribs after getting Force pushed into the wall. Arcann loomed over him, his breathing heavy and strained, "I told you you couldn't win, Outlander." Hi'en let out a strained chuckle, "I wasn't trying to win." Arcann and Vaylin looked at each other in confusion. "Then what was your goal?" Vaylin demanded.
"Distraction."
Arcann and Vaylin were knocked from their feet as explosions rippled throughout the entire station. "What have you done!?" Arcann yelled. Hi'en gave another smirk, "destroying the station and ensuring your deaths. That or one hell of a party." The station rocked again from another explosion and the reactor went critical. Moments later, the station disintegrated.
Elsewhere in another galaxy.
It had been another long day for Ashley Williams, her squad had just gotten off duty and she and her friend Nirali Bhatia were taking a walk around the colony on Eden Prime. "Samesh has been taking classes in business practice so he can open up that little restaurant he's been wanting to open for a while," Nirali said. Ashley smiled at her friend, "How long has he been taking them now?" Nirali thought about it for a moment, "In about a week it will be his third month." Ashley replied, "Well let me know when the grand opening is, I'm gonna be your first customer, even if I have to boot the guy in front of me in the ass to do so!" They both laughed at that.
They continued walking and talking for about fifteen more minutes when they stumbled across a man on the ground. The man wore tattered and burned black robes, had numerous bruises and scars, and soot. Ashley ran to him then reached down and checked for a pulse, "He's alive! Nirali, call for medevac!"
A soft, rhythmic beeping slowly brought Hi'en back into consciousness. Okay, this hurts, he thought as he felt his entire body aching from the course, his hurting all over brought to mind a big question: how did he survive having a space station blow up in his face? Granted, he did survive after Darth Marr's ship was destroyed after ordering the evacuation of the entire ship, but surviving a station going critical was something else.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around, taking in the room he was in: it seemed to be a medical facility, though with somewhat older technology than he was used to seeing, aside from one other patient in the room, who was out, he was alone. Hi'en slowly raised, his muscles not wanting to cooperate, to see outside the window and try and figure out where he was. He looked through the window seeing prefabricated housing which was not unusual; but what was unusual was that it wasn't packed to the brim with refugees, the medical facility he was in only had two people in it, and the landscape was absolutely stunning: the fresh green grass, blue skies, and a landscape absolutely untouched by war; a paradise. Hi'en simply didn't know what to think. There couldn't possibly be a planet that hasn't been fought over, especially one as beautiful as this one.
Hi'en willed himself to his feet before stumbling and catching himself on his bed. How long was I out? He steadied himself and made his way to one of the two doors, hoping to find his gear nearby, because he didn't feel like wandering around with his ass hanging out for all to see; he still had his reputation as a Sith to think of after all. Just as he got to the door, it swished open and a woman, presumably a doctor, screamed in startlement. Just after she screamed, the other door suddenly opened and a man in dark grey armor stormed in, an odd looking pistol that wasn't a blaster (a slugthrower most likely, something which trying to deflect with a lightsaber is generally a bad idea), pointed directly at him.
"Hands where I can see them!"