Chapter Nine
A week before I was to be pronounced a true Sith Lord, Xanatos sent me on a mission.
A mission that would prove my loyalty to the Sith.
The mission was to go to Coruscant and kill the Jedi Masters.
I readied my ship at once.
Xanatos was there to see me off. "Don't get killed, Davik!"
"I'll try, Father!" I yelled back.
I changed into some Jedi Robes that I found on a Jedi I killed and walked to my starfighter.
I spent the time travelling to Coruscant to meditate on looking like a Jedi and hiding my inner Sith.
I landed in the public parking and walked into the Council Chambers, where all the Masters were talking.
"Davik!" Xendor exclaimed. "You're alive!"
"Yes," I said, my eyes transforming back to the sickly yellow. "But you won't be. I'm here to kill you," I said.
I ignited my red blade and held it pointed at Xendor.
"Traitor! Sith!" one of the Masters yelled. He jumped out of his chair, lightsaber drawn and charged at me.
"I have broken through your lies!" I sidestepped his swing and smashed my elbow against his shoulder, making him drop his weapon and cut off his head, his dead body dropping to the floor.
"Davik, you don't want to do this," Kindor reasoned.
"Oh no, I absolutely want to do this. May all this Council burn!"
Two Masters came from both sides. I ducked under their strikes and kicked the left one's legs out from under him, bringing my saber swinging upwards, slicing him in half.
Two down, ten to go.
The right sliced down, but I caught his blade, twisted and cut off his hand, spinning and cleaving off his head as I went.
"Who's next?" I spat.
Xendor and Kindor had their weapons drawn but they were backing away, towards the glass.
I jumped and preformed a backflip, effectively dodging the Master that was coming up behind me. I landed and ducked, spinning right.
The man that was swinging for my head missed, and I caught his arm and twisted it backwards farther than it was meant to go.
I heard a loud crack! and he screamed in pain. I flipped him over and cracked his neck as he fell towards the ground.
That's four.
I used Red Lightning on one of the Masters, and flung him out the window, breaking it and sending glass everywhere. The wind from being so high nearly pulled me out, and as I cut down two more, I turned to Xendor, Vokr, and Kindor.
"Why, Davik?"
"Because, the Universe deserves to be rid of you Jedi. You're all cowards!"
"Ahh!" A master yelled as he ran at me. He swung wildly, and I saw the fear in his eyes.
I reached into his mind with the Force and pulled on his fear, making it worse, making it stronger. He dropped his saber, clutched his head and ran for the window, screaming, "Make it stop! Make it stop!" And he jumped, only to get hit by a speeder.
The ninth Jedi Master was smart. He kept his distance, but held a defensive stance in case I attacked, which I would. And when I did, he will lose.
I swung my lightsaber in circles around my body, moving it with both hands.
"Jedi Knight Firblo, you have been corrupted by the dark forces!"
"No! I have been opened to the truth! I see through your lies and the silliness of your Jedi Code!" I yelled over the wind.
I got sick of waiting. I charged the waiting Jedi Master and killed him swiftly, leaving only the three Masters that helped train me.
"Masters," I said, as I was turning to them. "It's been great seeing you, but you have an appointment with death. I think it's time you go," I said, sarcasm dripping from my words.
"No, Davik. I think it's time you left," Xendor said calmly, and when I charged him, lightsaber blaring and screaming in rage, he simply Force Pushed me back, slamming me out the chamber doors and out into the hall, slamming against the wall.
I lifted my head enough to see them jump from the window.
I screamed in rage, pouring all my power into a scream that blasted out all the windows in the hall and blasting back every person within five hundred feet.
I have never killed as many people in my life as I killed that day.
My hands are dripping with the blood of the many, and my soul is weighted down with the guilt of murder even today.
I walked away from the temple that day with the deed in my heart and the Dark Side in my mind.
I flew back to Mimban and greeted my master.
"Did you kill them all?"
"Nine of them, Master. Three got away," I said, lowering my head.
"It is fine. I see you made up for it by killing many of the other Jedi in the Temple. Good, otherwise I would have tortured you right there."
"Well, I'm glad you aren't."
"You should be, son."
I looked up at my father.
"What should I do?"
"I want you to hunt them down and kill them. My plot within the Senate is almost done."
I nodded and walked away, thinking about where they could have gone.
I know there is a Jedi Enclave on Dantooine, and then there are several bases that be used in case of emergency. I guess I'll just have to tap into the frequency and see where the Masters are calling all the Jedi.
Over the next few days, I listened in on all the distress channels the Jedi had.
Xendor was calling all Jedi to Manaan. He had said there was a rogue Jedi on the loose and he was very dangerous and to come to Manaan immediately.
I packed my bags without worry, or hurry. I knew it would take some time for all the Jedi to arrive on Manaan. The Masters were already there, but I wanted to wait until enough Jedi got there for it to be a challenge for me.
After a substantial number of Jedi had gathered on Manaan, I set out to finish what I had started.
As I landed, I saw Master Xendor. I landed and exited my ship, and almost immediately, I was attacked by Jedi. I killed the swiftly, then continued to walk through the entrance of the base, killing everyone who got in my way.
A few managed to get past my defenses, but my Sith armor stopped their lightsabers before they could strike me.
The more Jedi I killed, the closer I got to finishing my quest, the stronger of a headache I got.
It wasn't a human headache. It was a Force-driven headache.
Finally, as I was facing off against Xendor, the headache became too much for me to bear. I fell to my knees, clutching my head.
"Ahh!" I screamed. I looked up at Xendor.
"You have been corrupted by the dark forces. Your evil stops here." Xendor walked over and tapped my forehead with his finger. Dark red energy flowed out of my and dissipated.
I collapsed onto the ground and tore off my armor.
"Thank you, Master," then I drifted into the darkness.
