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Ch. 10

Asura's mind went blank as Simeon rushed at her with his red blades. Her anger toward him heightened her urge to attack with white hot intensity, and for a moment she lost clarity on the situation at hand. But as soon as her humming blade forcefully met his, she was brought back to reality.

Simeon held up his hand and before Asura could react, she was pushed into the farthest wall of the ship's bridge. The force push knocked the wind out of her. For half of a second she stayed still on the cool floor and blinked a few times to steady herself.

Simeon's voice echoed as he jumped over to her, blade pulsing. "You're a shell of your former self, Asura. This should be all too easy." He was seconds away from a killing stroke, but in the meantime it had given Asura enough pure moments of clarity to react thoughtfully and meditate on the light side of the force that she was calling upon. Within those seconds, she pushed aside all her doubt and insecurities and focused on the task at hand: subduing the Sith.

Asura gracefully sidestepped Simeon's blade. She then turned to face him as he stared at her blankly. He thought he had the situation taken care of. However, Asura had a different plan.

"I ask you this, Simeon, fall from your path of wrong doing and I shall spare you."

He chuckled momentarily. "Spare me? So, after all this time, you're going to kill me if I don't obey your idealistic way of thinking?"

Asura didn't falter. She merely smiled. "Spare you from a humiliating outcome, that is. If you don't relinquish your hold on whatever you have obtained in the Pegasus galaxy, you will be forced to suffer the consequences. And I doubt you'll be interested in seeing what I have in store for you."

Simeon's eyes flashed. Although he contemplated her words slightly, Asura noted that she never once saw fear pass through those eyes. He didn't believe her. Of course he didn't. But faith in the power of the darkside was fleeting. And Asura was going to muster everything inside of her to rise above and take him out. And if that meant throwing a fatal blow his way, then so be it.

Simeon, on the other hand, had more in mind for his little Jedi foe. Before more was said, Simeon clenched his free fist and Asura felt the rise in force energy as it whipped around her. She narrowed her eyes as Simeon expertly tossed dark lightning her direction. The light blue bolts crackled angrily around her, but she caught the brunt of the attack with her blade and held steady.

"It won't work." With a final thrust, Asura managed to send the lightning lazily into an unsuspecting wall. "This should just be between us and our weapons." She held up her lightsaber menacingly. "That is, if you can handle it."

To her utter shock, Simeon reached passed his robes and pulled out the green lightsaber that had once been hers. Once again, he held it out in front of her, taunting her with it. But that's when the shock set in, he tossed it over to her. Now they each had two blades.

"I had no idea that Dark Jedi believed in making things... even. Especially when regarding the opponent."

Simeon's face hardly swayed. It remained stone-like, with a hint of devious humor laced around the edges. "You're right. I'll admit it's not very conventional, however,.. I'd like to settle this score once and for all."

In answer, Asura ignited the green blade and together she held her two sabers closer. Simeon twirled his double-bladed sword and stared her down. Asura took it as her cue to begin. And so she did.

With her right foot forward, Asura lunged with a ferocity that matched the bridled intensity brewing in her heart and mind. Her opposition easily parried the blow and for a mere moment, the two, Sith and Jedi, matched each other in block and attack. And Asura was only warming up.

Thrust. Block. Forward advance. Parry.

Asura jumped up and used her right leg to kick off the closer wall. Using that momentum, she flipped over Simeon all while using both blades to avoid his upward attack.

Asura landed neatly on her feet and easily caught his protruding red blade between her yellow and green one.

"Impressive." As the fight progressed, Simeon became increasingly quiet. The Asura he remembered was a far cry from the full fledge battle ready woman that stood before him.

"Are you ready to yield?"

Any reasonable emotions passing through the dark jedi immediately halted at her words. Simeon narrowed his eyes threateningly.

Instead of retorting, he twirled his blade around once and struck forward. Asura caught his attack, but his anger was blazing. It was rolling like waves off of him, and it was quite unsettling.

As each attack grew more forceful, Asura wondered silently where his new found power had come from. Previously she had matched him blow for blow. The force radiating around her, willing her to follow the right course, seemed to be faltering, only because her thoughts were allowing her to slip.

"I. Will. Never. Stoop so low!" That's when Simeon charged, his double bladed saber set into a straight forward attack. All at once, he used another force push while using his weapon along with it. Even though Asura caught the blow with her two blades, she wasn't strong enough. The attack sent her flying, once again. However, this time around, the power behind the attack was heightened. Once again, Asura found herself lying on her back, staring at the ship's grotesque ceiling.

Simeon scowled while marching towards her. His capes billowing around him only adding to the maddening dark force energy pulsating off of him.

Asura caught her breath. It was the least she could do. How did she slip so badly? She hated second guessing herself, but she was at a loss. Was she truly surpassed by him that greatly? Was he stronger than she had possibly imagined?

She hated the answer to those questions plaguing her mind. She almost chose it not to be true. Simeon's face contorted into a malicious smirk, somehow.

"Tsk tsk. My little Asura. You'd be perfect by my side... But, I'm afraid I'm going to have to finish you off."

Asura's mind reeled. He was doing more than physically over taking her, he was trying to erode her mentally. Just like before. Just like Nar Shaddaa.

It was like a scene from a movie still being shown on Coruscant. He was coming at her, weapon low but quick. Asura only laying there, awaiting his attack. She couldn't understand why she was paralyzed but...

Asura's eyes widened. He paralyzed her.

"Paralysis, Simeon?" She was shocked by the power in her voice. Surely she was ready to retreat to the safe haven in her mind and detach herself from reality. But Asura constantly astounded herself with strange amounts of strength. But it didn't happen as often as she would have liked.

Simeon paused momentarily. "Yes, my little Jedi. I'll finish you off with a clean stroke." He stopped. A coy smile decorated his mouth. "Or perhaps..." His smile widened as he motioned the Wraith queen over. "Perhaps I'll let her finish you off."

Asura's heart started beating faster, though it was still in a languid pace. A Jedi falling at the hands of a life sucking alien was almost unfathomable. And yet, she had been bested by the Sith.

With her eyes staring blankly at the smirking Wraith sauntering over to end her life, Asura started calculating where she had gone wrong. It wasn't supposed to end like this. It wasn't...

As if answering her ceaseless thoughts, Asura felt herself engulfed in white light. Her mind was reeling from the possibilities. And for a split second, she imagined herself becoming one with the force just as she had heard numerous tales of Jedi doing so long ago. But as Asura opened her eyes, it was anything but.

A few concerned men looked over her and eyed her carefully. It took Asura another second to recognize the men were wearing military flightsuits. She noticed a few with flags pertaining to Earth countries.

"Sir? We have her." One of them said. Asura could barely feel the effects of the paralysis wearing off. Still, however, she couldn't move much.

A tall middle-aged bald man strode up. His face read nothing but indifference. "For being some sort of amazing warrior, it was a good thing we pulled you out when we did."

"You... beamed me out?" Asura asked. But she knew that answer already, still she had other questions fluttering through her mind. "Where am I?" She focused on the commanding officer that had spoken directly. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Colonel Steven Caldwell, commander of the Daedelus. And we're taking you back to Atlantis."

Thank you for reading! Sorry this is sort of a short chapter, I hope to add more soon!

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