Hello my jedi and sith friends, and welcome to the next thrilling chapter of Star wars: The clone wars- Bloodfeud. I hope you've been enjoying this story because I've been working real hard on it. This chapter i feel came out really good but i wanna hear you opinions. So i want everyone to tell me what they think of this one, okay? Okay, let's do this!
"We have to get out of here!" said a panicked 8-Ball. His distress was understandable as they had all heard the stories of General Bloodfeud and what he did to his enemies. The grim reminder currently sitting in the last room over of what fate awaited them if they remained inside Bloodfeud's home. A fate 8-Ball had absolutely no interest in whatsoever. While the others understood his sentiment, Frag still spoke up, looking to remind his fellow trooper what was what.
"Stay cool trooper." ordered Frag. Panicking would only make the entire situation worse, and considering things were already looking pretty bleake, that wasn't something they couldn't afford at the moment. This situation need level heads and strong willed soldiers, not scared men not worthy enough to be wearing the uniform. Simple as that.
"Stay cool? Stay cool!? Who in the name of sith hell would 'stay cool' in this situation!" 8-ball boomed.
"The kind of people who'll survive this kind of situation!"
"Quiet both of you. We can make it out of this, but only as long as we stick together." Said Kit. The clones calmed down a bit giving Fisto time to think of what to do next.
"We're uncharted territory, Bloodfeud's territory. And since it seemed the 'good general' has locked us with his home, we have no choice but to stand and fight. But still, it doesn't mean we can't tip the odds in our favor, contact the others. We'll need to get a message out for reinforcements"
Frag nodded before getting on his wrist communicator, "Green scout to watcher base, copy?"
"This is watcher base, over." replied one of the clone troopers guarding the Nu-class attack shuttle.
"Contact the fleet at them we've engaged Grievous and require reinforcements."
"Right away, sir.". Frag gave the others the thumbs up before they began to move again, exiting the room they currently stood in. As the team moved , Fisto's wrist comm began to beep, telling him off an incoming call. Curious, Fisto answered the call and was immediately bombarded by loud beeps and squeals. His eye widened at the meaning behind them. "Shuttle destroyed, magan guard advancing on my position. please advice!"
"Get out of there, R6, now!" shouted Fisto, before the sounds of engine firing up echoed into his communicator. The line soon went silent. " R6? R6?"
" You've run out of time there buddy." came the voice of the sith once more, as a hologram accompanied his voice this time. The sith sat lazily in a large, cushioned chair gazing at them with mild amusement. Fisto decided to match the sith lord's cocky smirk with a smile of confidence himself.
"Why don't you come out, General? Show us some of that Separatist hospitality." challenged Kit making the sith lord laugh in amusement. So Fisto could play his game too? Good, this would be even more fun than he originally thought.
"I'd be glad to, but I currently have an, shall we say, appointment? And I loathe to say i simply cannot miss it. In the meantime, please experience all my home has to offer."
"General, I know you're watching! We've seen the lower level of your home and We're not impressed." added the Nautolan quickly, crossing his arms over his chest. Perhaps taking shots at the young man's ego would goad him into coming out. The sith seemed to falter before quickly regaining his smile.
"Ah, but all the 'party favors' are on this floor.", this made the Nautolan frown as the hologram disappeared. That couldn't be good.
With Bloodfeud…
Bloodfeud watched in amusement through the cameras. He smiled at the group of republic dogs, calmly going about the next course of action. He had set up several traps to keep the jedi busy and himself, thorough entertained. He would've gladly went out to face them himself, but decided he'd better get his 'treatment'. Otherwise, if the fight went outside, he'd be dead in space. A situation he didn't need to deal with. All the while a custom medical droid was preparing a familiar vile of neon green liquid behind him.
"The serum will be ready shortly master… Honestly why must you be such a bother as to wait until the last second? The jedi would be long dead if you were a better tactician." said the droid, scolding the general for his lack of common sense. Bloodfeud regard the medical droid with a unimpressed gaze. He sighed turning away from the droids, rubbing his temples in slight agitation. He swore Dooku gave him a droid like this on purpose.
The thought made the sith suddenly deflate, as he had slowly begun to lose his last place of refuge over time. Between the constant call to war, which he did enjoy but still needed his 'alone time', and this pestering medical droid he couldn't find peace. And Dooku's constant checking up on him like as if he was a dumb child didn't help. And this was all just before his current issues with his past and visions that may or may not have a connection to a certain togruta girl. That realization made him feel… 'less than pleased'.
"You're here to take care of my needs Doc, not patronize." replied Bloodfeud dryly, a slight edge ow to his voice. "Dooku does that enough already."
"Speaking of Count Dooku, isn't he attempting to contact you?" said the droid pointing to the control console in front of the sith. He sighed, before answering the message. A hologram of Dooku promptly appeared before him.
"General."
"What do you want Dooku?"
With the jedi…
The group came across a room that was empty. Kit had a bad feeling, "Use Caution, something about this room doesn't sit right with me." he ordered as he and took point, with Nahdar covering the rear. As they moved into the middle of the room, one of the clones stepped on a pressure plate and triggered a mechanism that summoned twelve blasters from the room's four supporting arches. The two Jedi provided cover for the clones, who took aim and blasted some turrets. Luckily the turrets weren't shield and would be put turrets out of commission with a single hit. But the real problem was the amount of turrets the multiple directions they came from.
The two jedi blocked and deflected blaster bolts furiously, attempting to take out some turrets themselves with the deflect bolts. Still almost all their efforts were invested in merely defense, of not only themselves but the closes set between them. It was only a matter of until one clone, 8-Ball was hit, knocking him to the floor, where Mutt and Frag attended to their fallen brother. Nahdar growled, deflecting two more shots and destroying the last two turrets, frustrated by this entire damn place already.
"That was original." Said Kit sarcastically, but with a smile nonetheless. They had yet to lose another person by the looks of it and that was a small victory in itself. THey'd just have about taking care of 8-Ball until they made their escape, or they were, hopefully, able to defeat and apprehend general Bloodfeud.
"is he okay?" asked Nadaar looking down at the groaning Clone trooper as Frag examined his person.
"Yeah just a minor hit to his shoulder. He's fine." Said the clone commander looking up at them. Kit and Nadaar nod, glad he would be okay.
"Well that wasn't so bad." laughed Kit making Nahdar glare at him, "what?"
"Are you trying to jinx us?", Nahdar's words made Kit snort in utter amusement.
"Really, a jinx? Come now my old friend, aren't you a little old to believe in such-" the floor suddenly opened up beneath their feet. Kit cursed their luck, jumping to safety with Nahdar just as the floor opened. The Nautolan turned to see on of the clones hanging off the edge of the new opening in the floor and reached out, grabbing his hand just as a grapple shot out of the hole. Nahdar rushed to the aid of his clone commander, grabbing the cable and pulling the clone trooper up. Once Fisto had helped his clone to safety he immediately went to the aid of Nahdar, grabbing his just as he was about to fall. Together, the two jedi were able to pull Frag the rest of the wall up and to solid ground.
"That was too close." Said Nahdar before turning to Fisto, "Still doubt the power of the jinx master?"
Kit sighed in recognition, "No doubts, to be found here."
"Damn it, poor 8-Ball." said a dejected Commander Frag, looking at the quickly disappearing 8-Ball, melting into some sort of fire trap at the bottom of the shaft. The smell of roasting flesh and boiling bone marrow made the jedi cringe their noses. Poor 8-Ball indeed.
"Damn that Bloodsucker!" growled Mutt, grabbing his rifle, "I'm gonna rip his damn black heart out with my bare hands!". That was something Nahdar had decided on already.A trial was too good for that separatist scum, he'd make sure he felt the pain of everyone he killed. Bloodfeud has made his final mistake by earning the ire of Nahdar Vebb, and he would realize that soon enough. Nahdar would make sure of it. Fisto shook his head at the growing anger he sensed from his former padawan and his clone troopers.
"We need to keep moving." remained Fisto, hoping they'd calm down. Anger lead to a clouded mind, a cloud mind led to mistakes, a mistake lead to death. That was the way of a war zone, and this place was home to a war for survival. A war they were currently losing miserably.
Meanwhile…
"I still don't see the problem, you said you wanted more dead Jedi and that is what I'm trying to accomplish." sighed Bloodfeud eyeing Count Dooku as if he had two heads. The older sith sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose. Why in the name of the force did he have to be so frustrating? Just once Dooku would like a competent soldier who followed orders and not a wild attack dog who needed everything explained to him.
"Because general," he said the word as if Bloodfeud had yet to earn it, "If you fail to defeat them and the jedi escape, they will almost certainly return with a much larger invasion force. Or did you forget you current importance in this war?"
"And here I thought you didn't care about me." quipped the young sith, a hand over his heart in a mocking fashion. Dooku briefly contemplated alerting the nearest Republic fleet of what was happening himself. He sighed deciding against it, for, though he loathed to admit it, he still had a part to play in his master's plans for the galaxy. So long as he remained useful at least.
"As I've said General I would shed no tears to see you kill, but I would prefer the leader of this army not to fall in such a foolhardy manner." ground out Dooku, looking to make his point, "That would certainly have a negative impact on moral, not to mention a fortune went into that damned little cave you call a home."
"Hey, this place is my 'sanctuary'. You have no idea what went into this place."
"General, I can assure you I know exactly how many credits went into that facility." Dooku sighed, already wanting to be done with this conversation. How he had yet to have the general murdered in his sleep was beyond him. And Dooku had never been so frustrated by anyone in his life. Even Anakin Skywalker in all his arrogant, irritating glory was made out to be a, dare he say it? Pleasant person to have in one's company when compared to Bloodfeud and his deplorable 'attributes'.
"No matter," began the count once more, regaining some semblance of his composure, "I suppose this test should prove to be supplementary. But I want results, either bring me bodies or should the republic launch an attack on your home I will ensure no aid shall come you."
"Yeah, and I bet you'll call up my none existent 'replacement', right?" said Bloodfeud, using his finger to make air quotes to highlight the utter ridiculousness of the prospect. Honestly, who could replace him? Dooku and the droid army was screwed without him, screwed. Besides, not like anyone was going escape, Bloodfeud had been dreaming of the chance to kill jedi from the comfort of his own home and he wasn't going to mess it up now. Besides, they had yet to finish running the gauntlet.
"Precisely.", the Count's sudden statement brought Bloodfeud out his musing just in time to see the feed abruptly cut out. He sighed leaning back in his chair, the comfy and purposely overly priced chair. He smiled at the memory of Dooku face when he was told just how much went into his general's home. Bloodfeud wondered how the Count explained the sudden disappearance of about a quarter of the CIS council budget. It made him laugh in genuine mirth and amusement at the idea of the great Count Dooku giving some lame excuse to a room of expectant politicians.
"Master, you treatment is ready. Due hurry up, because contrary to your belief, I do have other things to do." called his personal medical droid, standing next to a medical table rather expectantly. Bloodfeud didn't look in the droid's direction as he flipped it off, before promptly checking the monitors to see where his little 'playmates' ended up. He smiled seeing they were in one of his favorite room. The sith turned to a monitor showing the image of some sort of creature laying down in a large room.
"Oh Gor!" began the sith in a sing-song voice, his word carrying through a private channel into the room he was looking at. The creature lifted its large horned head at the sound of it's master's call, "Time to plaaaay!"
"Master, I'm waiting." came the medical droid's voice again. This the general actually regard him, only with a cold glare that expressed his irritation at having his fun interrupted. The sith lord hit a button, opening Gor's cage. He smiled, saying one last thing to the jedi.
"I hope you enjoy my pet, jedi!"
"Master!" Bloodfeud swore he was gonna scrap that annoying droid himself one day.
Later…..
"Stand firm. There might be worse things here than Bloodfeud." warned Kit Fisto, standing back to back with the others. They had opted for a slow advancement, with all side constantly being cover. No one stood heavy footed, all tense for a trap to come, all ready for the next leg of this gauntlet. They all stiffened as a door in front of Nahdar began to open.
"It looks like you're right about that, sir." stated Frag as a large beast stepped out. It possessed large, sharp teeth and twin horns that curved downward from the top of his head. The beast, roggwart by the looks of it, had a long tail with a forked end, and he also had long claws on his hands and feet. The roggwart was quite muscular; and wore a chest plate protected it's vital organs, while a durable helmet shielded his brain. The four men looked up at the creature in a combination of awe and trepidation, while it, eyed them up hungrily.
"I hope you enjoy my pet, jedi!"
"I really hate that guy." muttered Commander Frag as Bloodfeud's pet roggwart, Gor, gave a fierce shriek, before barreling toward its new food source. The group broke, scattering out of the way of the beasts initial charge.
"You two, blast that monstrosity!" ordered Nahdar pointing to the two remaining clone troopers. The clones shot at the large beast but their blasters had no effect, with the beast thick hide and large muscle mass acting as a natural guard against their weapons. Nahdar attacked but was swatted like a fly, narrowly being caught by Fisto with the force before he made a devastating impact with the wall. Gor turned and reached out toward the clones seizing Mutt Mutt before promptly sticking the clone's head into his gaping maw. The beast chews twice and swallows, blood spurting from Mutt's twitching boy and dripping down the beast's chin as it went for another bite. As the sound scrunch bone and armor echoed in the room, Nahdar, in a fit of rage, leapt onto the back of Gor and stuck his lightsaber into the beast's back between it's armor. The screeches in pain, throwing the jedi off of it's angrily and throwing the last of Mutt's corpse at Fisto, who rolls out of the way.
The two Jedi and the clone commander regrouped, readying themselves for the rest of the fight. The roggwart swung with its hand at them, with the Jedi jumped and the clone hit the deck, the hand narrowly flying over him. The monster then swung its tail and this time caught Frag, wrapping him up in it's iron grip. Nahdar dodges another swipe of it's claws as did Kit, who then motioned for Nahdar to flank behind and free the clone. Once Nahdar was in position Kit began to engage the beast, distracting it as Nahdar tried to find the right moment to strike. It was no easy task as the tail kept whipping around, bringing the struggling clone with it and Nahdar had to wait for the perfect moment to not only strike but, also avoid hitting Frag in the process. The chance came once Kit landed a grazing shot to the beast face making it reel back in , he only got the actual shot after, in a blind fury, the beast slammed Frag into the floor with an audible 'crack'. With a short leap Nahdar finally severed the tail, causing Gor to roar in pain as it fell forward, balance briefly lost without it's tail. This was all the opening Kit need, dashing forward and cutting off both it's arms in a single strike causing the creature to reel back one last time before falling onto it's side. Kit walked up and finished Gor with a final pierce blow to the throat, causing the creature to give one last cry of pain before passing on. Fist gave a smile of triumph before it promptly disappeared when he heard Nahdar hate filled voice.
"Bloodfeud is going to pay for this, I will destroy him." growled the Mon Calamari, holding his deceased commander, looking between Frag and Mutt's partially eaten corpse. Bloodfeud had gone too far. He would die screaming for this. Fisto approached the grieving Nahdar, a frown etched into his green face as he sensed Nahdar's hatred for the sith grow tenfold. It was not a comforting thing.
"I understand your pain, but you forget your teachings, Nahdar. Revenge is not the Jedi way." consoled Fisto, looking down at his former padawan. Nahdar glared at him, teeth clench as he suddenly stood up.
"But in this war, strength rules have changed." growled Nahdar taking a step toward Fisto who narrowed his eyes at him.
"Or perhaps you are the one who has changed." was the nautolan's simple retort, making Nahdar step back in surprise. Fisto calmly brushed past Nahdar, heading down the next corridor, "Come now, we need to keep moving."
Bloodfeud's control room…
"You can sit up now master, but do be careful this time when you go to stand. This I won't help you up if you fall again." said the bronze medical droid as the sith sat up on the medical bed rubbing his arm. Bloodfeud was beginning to hate this, for it just took so long. Okay so it was a minute or two, but there was so much he could do in that time. And not just because of his impressive speed. But now? With the jedi and their little meat shields walking around his house, he felt the timing of his usual 'treatment', was an even bigger hindrance than before. He should've been out there fighting, not on a cold table waiting for his chance to stand.
The sith lord stood slowly, glaring at the bronze droid, "I thought i said we were never to mention it."
"Yes, but i don't remember agreeing to your demands, master.", and in that moment Bloodfeud decided that he was definitely junking that droid one of these days. And then, he'd mail it's head to Dooku in a box in return for the 'lovely gift'. More like another attempt to get under the general's pale skin. The sith tried to banish his thoughts of droid dismemberment as he approached his control console to see what was happening with the jedi and his favorite pet.
"Let's see if Gor is finished playing with the Jedi." began the sith, fixing his vambrace before looking up at the monitor, "Huh? Where are they? Gor?" began the sith seeing no jedi but only his beloved roggwart lying on the floor in a broken heap. Dread suddenly filled followed by a combination of grief and anger. They murdered Gor! His Gor! Those force damned animals murdered his poor little Roggwart!
"Son of a bitch!" yelled the sith lord smashing his hands into his console before quickly standing up, pushing away his mild dizziness. He was gonna finish this, now. He was gonna avenge his pet, and decorate his headstone with Vebb and Fisto's entrails. The bronze medical droids tried a half baked attempt to halt the furious general.
"Master, i don't think now is the time to go into battle. You've only just been-"
"They murdered him! Those jedi freaking killed my Gor!" shouted a furious Bloodfeud heading for the door to exit the room, "I'm gonna gut them, slowly. Emphasis on the slowly!" he added exiting the room with dark intent.
….
The two Jedi traveled through the dark halls of Bloodfeud's lair. They had their lightsaber ignited at all times now, as Bloodfeud and his various trap had them on edge. They had expected to run into more traps, or a host of the general's own personal guard but were both relieved and worried by the lack of any obstacles since their fight with the roggwart. Whatever Bloodfeud was planning it wouldn't be good. And Fisto had no intentions of staying behind long enough to find out just what that was.
"We need to contact reinforcements."
"And how do you suppose we do that?" asked Nahdar eyeing each and every corner warily. Fisto sat on this question for several minutes before nodding when he found a sufficient reply.
"There has to a control somewhere. A place where Bloodfeud can monitor our movements and also control this house of horrors at the same time." reasoned the older Jedi, "If we can find it, perhaps there will also be a long range transmitter."
"And why not simply take on the sith ourselves?" questioned Nahdar, turning to his former teacher, "We can end all of this here, now!"
"Nahdar i told you revenge is not the jedi way," began Fisto regarding his friend cooly, "besides, just because you have been knighted does mean you are ready to face general Bloodfeud."
Nahdar fought to withhold a frustrated growl, at his wits end with Fisto's foolishness. "How are we even suppose to find it? Not like a door is gonna just open for us." he muttered under his breath. Fisto would've replied to that statement, had it not been for a hidden suddenly opening ahead of them. The Nautolan simply smiled at his former apprentice rather happy with himself for some reason. But the smile disappeared when they heard a familiar, albeit angrier voice resounded ahead.
"Jedi!" called Bloodfeud stepping forward, "You are gonna pay for what you did to my Gor!"
The two got into fighting stances, "It is you who will pay you sith scum." growled Nahdar pointing his sapphire blade at the sith. Bloodfeud let out a furious battle cry before charging towards them, his already blinding speed being increased by the force. He reached them and immediately slashed four times at kit, kicking away before he could and then striking three times at Nadaar. Nadaar dodge before he and Kit slash at him at the same time, to which Bloodfeud blocked both sabers. The sith gave them his infamous, animalistic growls, before releasing a force repulse that sent the two flying. Kit barely was able to roll out of the way of Bloodfeud force lighting. Nadaar stabs twice at the sith and follows up with several slashes and ends it by bring his saber down in an arc. Bloodfeud dodges the sabs and each slash before he blocks the last blow. Bloodfeud grabs Nadaar and slams him on the floor before throwing him into Kit. The two shoot up like springs. They both force push Bloodfeud into a wall dazing him. Kit quickly turn and searches for another panel to open the door Bloodfeud had just come through. Just as the sith lord gets up, the door slowly opens causing Kit to smile before motioning for his fellow jedi to follow him. Nadaar turns to his master to regard him once more.
"Go I'll follow!" calls the Mon Calamari. Kit hesitates, looking at his former padawan. Should he? Nahdar seemed so consumed by rage before, could he trust the young Mon Calamari to follow him into the passage? Could he trust him not to charge straight into a foolhardy duel against the now blood thirsty sith lord? No, he couldn't think ill of Nahdar like that. He was a jedi, and he knew better than to give into rage and revenge. Fisto needs to have faith in his former padawan as he knew Nahdar had faith in him. Fisto nodded to his old friend and rushed into the hallways, fully expecting Nahdar to be close behind.
When the Nautolan is out of sight Nadaar shuts the door and turns to Bloodfeud. This was it. This was the end for that monster. "Time to pay for your crimes you bastard." Said Nadaar. He charges and slashes at the sith who ducks under and swipes at him with his claws. Nadaar dodges both but the second does graze him, leaving several gashes across the chest. He ignores the pain and attack with fury and anger, backing the sith up for a moment using pure aggression. Bloodfeud blocks each swing of his blade, briefly putting aside his rage to marvel at Nahdar's tenacity. But only for a moment. Bloodfeud slaps away a stab from the mon calamari, before grabbing him and head butting Nahdar. Nahdar stumbles back and sends out a force wave that Bloodfeud blocked but stumbled back a little, the hatred of Nahdar strengthening the attack.
"My, my-You use your anger in a fight so much. Perhaps you should've been a sith and not a Jedi?" Taunted Bloodfeud making Nahdar growl. Dman sith, what did he know!? He'd seperate his cocky head from his foul body! He'd make him pay, for everything. Bloodfeud's own face suddenly hardened.
"Too bad you made the mistake of crossing me." He addedm dangerously. Nadaar Growls and attacks recklessly, not taking into account Bloodfeud's tightened stance and now calculating gaze.
Meanwhile….
Kit was currently trying to find his way around the maze that was the secret tunnels of Bloodfued's home. Every turn seemed to go nowhere. But he stayed calm. He eventually saw light and quickly moved towards it entering a red and purple painted room. The first thing he saw being several piece of training equipment and a hexagon shaped box long enough to fit a person. The box was stationed on top of a raised platform, next to what seemed to be a night stand. He approached the box, curiousity getting the better of him as he crouched down.
"It can't be." he began in disbelief, "It's a coffin. A very old one. In-fact these coffins haven't been made for billions of years." Kit vaguely remember seeing one like this, except not in nearly as good condition when he was tasked with guard a civilians archaeological site. They had been looking into the remains of what they believe to be ancient and primitive culture. He still didn't know how the archeologist piece that damned coffin back together. Of why such an important thing would ever be made from wood in the first place.
He shook his head before moving forward, passing by several more items such as the door to a medbay, work bench and even a shelf with several knick-knacks, trophies and souvenirs, present on it. Finally Kit reach the control console at the end of the room. The console itself was a glowing blue semicircle of many button and dials set against the wall and under a plethora of screens. He sat in the chair,taking note of how comfortable it was and began looking for a long range communication option. Then the sounds of battle grabbed and he then looked at the screen with Nadaar and Bloodfeud battling to the death.
Hisd blood froze, body tensing as he watch his former padawan doing the most idiotic thing he could. Did fisto not tell him he wasn't ready to face Bloodfeud!? Why would Nahdar do this, why? HE could nothing as he watch the fight unfold before, his fear for his former padawan's life quickly mounting.
Bloodfeud blocked Nahdar's slash and force pushed him away, only for Nahdar to come back with a vengeance. He slashed wildly at the sith who proceeded dodged with ease, having long grown used to the Mon calamari's predictable fighting style. Made even easier to read, only by his reckless use of anger in his attacks It was no contest, the sith was just toying with Nahdar now as he tossed him around. Fisto knew he couldn't do anything, not come to Nahdar's rescue time or even warn him. But though the end result was predictable, he still felt a piece of his heart break. Bloodfeud blocked one of Nahdar's power strike's lashing out with his free hand, sinking it into the jedi's soft stomach. Nahdar looked down in surprise before the sith suddenly tore back, ripping out the young jedi's intestine in a single, fluid motion.
"No." whispered Fisto standing up with a was gone… Nahdar, his old padawan, his friend was just...gone. He simply collapsed into the chair, as the sith lord simply picked up Nahdar's dropped lightsaber. While he wasn't usually one for trophies, he did decide this one as nice. Plus it was a fitting memento to remember his beloved pet and how it bravely died serving him.
Fisto didn't even register the general's threat, aimed at the camera. He was only brought back to the now when he was contacted by a familiar droid. "R6? Is that you?" the confirmative beeps from the droid sounded almost relieved, making the Nautolan smile, "Meet me at the south landing platform, I'll be right there.". Once Fisto left, destroying the control console on his way out, a certain bronze droid exited his hiding spot in the med bay.
"I must contact master."
Later….
Kit arrives at landing pad six to find Bloodfeud in the middle of it, meditating rather calmly, seeming to try and get past his raging anger. He would have to, as Fisto was a far more skilled combatant then that fool who accompanied him. The sith opens his eyes and stands, turning to the jedi with a rather calm expression.
"Ready to end this?" He said.
"I don't suppose you'll me let go without a fight so yes." Said Kit. Truth be told, he would have waited for the sith to show up anyway. He didn't want to admit it, but the sting of Nahdar's death weighed on his moral fortitude as a jedi. This was personal.
"If it's any consolation they were good and honorable men." Said the sith. Personal vendetta aside, they were. Even the young fool, who's intention were good in theory, even if only to have his execution tainted by the darkness.
"First time I've heard a sith show sympathy" Fisto noted, staring at the sith. The two stared each other down, calmly staring the other in the eyes. Any further words at the moment were traded through their intense staring competition. Suddenly the sith attacks with force lighting, making Kit block with his lightsaber, charging forward to stab at the sith. Bloodfeud dodges and slashes diagonally, then horizontally. Kit ducks and rolls out of the way before waiting for the sith to charge in once more. Once he does, Kit releases a force repulse sending Bloodfeud flying through the air. Bloodfeud recover mid air and lands force pushing at Kit who blocks the attack with some effort. The Nautolan then returns the favor, sending his own force push at the sith who blocks it as well before advancing, covering himself with another force push. Like this the two adversaries advance against one another, each opponent taking their turn to send a force push forth and advancing while their opponent was on the defense. It is a true show of strength, a true contest of will, a true symbol of their emotional states. Kit Fisto of the jedi council, still reeling from the loss of his dear padawan, and giving into the will to fight. Separatist General Bloodfeud, who was tired, tired of Dooku, of his visions, of everything, even if he didn't show it. Soon the two are within arm length of each, but still they poured all their strength and equal frustration into one last force push each, the two attack meeting each other in middle, locking them in a struggle for control over the force push. Victory would mean completely desolating their opponent with the power of both combatants, defeat meant flying helplessly over the side of the landing platform. Sweat trickles down their brows as the struggle drags out, neither willing to give in, neither willing to let the other gain the satisfaction of victory. Suddenly the buildup of pressure was too much and the sudden release of force energy created an invisible explosion that sent both men reeling. As they sit, kneeling across from one another, Kit sees nahdar's lightsaber on Bloodfeud belt. A brief wave of anger hits him, only to be just as quickly replaced by the memory of his young padawan. As a youngling he showed so much potential and compassion for others. But it was done away with due, to anger and a need for vengeance, not justice. A mistake Fisto realized he too was making. He sighed, taking several calming breath before slowly standing, taking note of his opponent doing the same.
"A masterful display, Bloodfeud. Such mastery in the force by such a young wielder is hard to come by these days."
"You're not so bad yourself. But hey, if you thought that little stunt was cool, just wait until i get the hang of my full force power. I have a variation of force repulse that is realy 'to die for'." the sith lord chuckled mirthlessly as the two began to circle each other, "I wonder, if you've ever evens seen power like mine before."
"Be carfeul young one, for that power will only consume you if left unchecked." told Kit making the general frown at his words. The sith suddenly attacks, but Kit is ready dropping at the last second and kicking out Bloodfeud's legs mid charge sending him over the jedi and face first into the ground behind him. He turned and seized Nahdar's lightsaber with the force, pulling it into his free hand. Bloodfeud pulls himself to his feet just as a blue blade springs to life. He trns to regard Kit fisto with a look of surprise as the Nautolan wields both weapons in a calm and relaxed stance. Bloodfeud feels old smile soon return, something about the way Fisto's entire demeanor seemed to have changed lured something out of him as sith stands straight and grants Fisto a single, respectful bow. The jedi gladly returns the gesture, before returning to stance,both men now preparing for battle as themselves. Not what current circumstances have turned them into. The two suddenly meet Kit swinging both blades and Bloodfeud who ducks under and swipes his claws upward. Kit front flips over the attack and the sith. As soon as he lands he launches a skilled and fats combo against Bloodfeud who was barely able to block all the slashes. Bloodfeud swipes his claws several times and Kit dodges. Kit stabs with one blade and slashes with the other. Bloodfeud redirects the stab and jumps back to avoid the slash. He countered with force lighting. Kit dodges. Bloodfeud then commits a force dash mixed with force push and sends kit on his back. He get up and dodges a slash form the sith, jumping into the air. Bloodfeud raise his eyes brow wondering what was he doing until Kit launches himself toward the ground via the force and slams both blades into the ground. This sends out a force shock wave. Bloodfeud's eyes widen in surprise before he is sent flying into the rock wall. He groans looking up to see Kit smiling back at him before promptly back flipping off the edge of the platform. He races to the edge, looking for the jedi. What was he thinking!? Had he gone mad or- Kit comes up in his Jedi fighter. The sith can't help the relieved and highly amused smile forming across his face. The jedi smiles on last time and salutes Bloodfeud before the cockpit closes and he takes off into space.
"Well played Jedi." the sith muttered feeling oddly at peace despite the circumstances. He calmly turned around and started to walk inside, whistling a tune he barely remember. "Hope he enjoyed his stay." He whispered.
Later with the Jedi…
Kit Fisto stood before his fellow council members, Grand master Yoda and Master Mace windu. He was relaying the event within Bloodfeud's home and the events that lead to his escape. While he made sure to be thorough with his recollection, there was still a question to be answered
"What about your former Padawan?" questioned Windu, leaning forward. Kit sighed, feeling a twinge of pain before looking up at his fellow masters.
"His heart was in the right place, but he tried to answer Bloodfeud's power with his own." explained the Nautolan. He knew what their reaction would be, disappoint, just as his had been. But at the same time, he was glad that it was a someone who seemed to have basic understanding of the value of a life took Nahdar. A sleemo like Dooku would've only used Nahdar's test as a stepping stone to shamelessly taunted and gain an advantage over Fisto. Surprisingly, Bloodfeud was the one with more honor out of the two sith lords.
"To answer power with power, the Jedi way this is not. In this war, a danger there is of losing who we are." declared Yoda, bring Fisto's attention back forward. Both he and Mace nodded in agreement, until a single thought found its way to Fisto's mind. A thought created by the memory of his final duel with General Bloodfeud that made him realize something equally important.
"A true statement master Yoda, but even in these dark times, we can still have the fortune of finding ourselves.", the Nautolan jedi's words made Windu raised an eyebrow before looking to Yoda who seemed to perfectly understand. A pleased smile gracing the old master's lips as he took in Fisto's word. Yes, where there is darkness there is light. Where some become lost, others discover their path.
And there we have it, the second part of this story is up and done. Next two chapters will be bonuses and I really hope you like them. As for this one Bloodfeud, really like that pet Roggwart of his huh, XD. But seriously, I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter very much. Well until next time, see you guys later.