SithPrologue:
"I will never die!" I cheered mentally as Stephen quivered. I smiled when he screamed. But while the Force sensed deception, my flawed, human mind was too slow to catch up. And then came the blade. When I was impaled, I felt pain for but a second, but then pain became silence. I felt myself falling just as I had fell off that roof, but I also felt myself ascending. Whether up to heaven, or Hell is actually above, I knew not. All I could perceive was dropping to my knees, and then the floor.
I was dead.
At least, I had been. But something cradled me as the cold came. It was thick, hot, pulsing, I immediately smelled blood. I was too tired to tell who though. Yet, I knew it was a person being sacrificed, just as I suddenly was learning the secrets to my vengeance. Dead and already I was learning how to kill. Chanting, fierce and swift. It was feverish as if the person wanted to stop speaking but they had no control, and the language was foreign. The Darkness that cradled me thrummed, gleefully accepting this call to rise. And as its glee jumped to me, I smiled.
"He moved!" A young voice announced. A glob of spittle landed in the mud. As the heat faded from my limbs, I felt wet rain pound my skin. More chanting, now anticipating instead of uncertain and scared. The weight that were my limbs dissipated. I twitched a finger, then groaned. A man's voice spoke. "Well Now I'll be damned." Another spit. Pure disgust welled up in my stomach. I had never liked Arswatt, even as I had saved him many times. The fact he had been involved in my resurrection filled me with shame, which turned into rage. I would never fall again. The Force was infinitely wiser than I.
And now it was telling me to awake…
Anatricla explained that we would never have been able to eradicate the Jedi and DragonDen on Earth, their networks were far too vast. So, she and Arswatt pretended to oppose me, hoping to eventually push them off the planet, which the Earth populace did happily. Then we could pursue them to the stars and beyond. Once they were dispatched, we would return and conquer this pathetic planet. As Gods, we'd need slaves.
When Yoda and his cowardly cohorts fled this world, I knew I could not let them escape. Not after all this time. The Light Side of the Force, with their misguided outlooks on life, would fall. And I gladly would do it. However, the fact three of them had light sabers meant I could not just charge into combat. And all-out war would never fully eradicate the Jedi. I would have to watch my back at all times...so I needed something to guard that. I remembered the ruins of my Light-Spear and wondered, "What if I had two blades?" The Force began to whisper to me how to make my harbinger of Death. Gesturing to my subjects, which had begun to grow, I ordered them to bring me materials for a workstation.
Anatricla did a fine job of turning public reaction against the Jedi. She covered up my involvement in the battle at the fortress, and tied in Yoda with all the insurrections of Crislin Dunnovoocha. If I had to pass on the mantle of Sith Lord to anyone, she would be my Apprentice. I knew Yoda had a large head start on us in terms of distance from Earth, but we were still on Earth. And unlike Yoda, we weren't using fuel.
Days amidst the rubble of DragonDen. I feel no connection to the pieces of metal and plastic that were our beds, although I do pause at the surprisingly intact Xbox. Yet with no more pause I move on. Mouse chose Yoda, and I would have to end him eventually. Finally, I sense the pulses. They are subdued, faint, but they exist. Lifting a massive slab of granite with but a wave of my hand, I gaze upon the black box that held the cube. Gripping it with safety gloves, I poured energy into it. Suddenly the object splayed light in every direction with rainbow beams. I did nothing but gaze upon the power that began to bubble over, and feel ready for anything. Limitless power in my palm.
The time, had come.
"Yoda, your end has come!" I bellowed, readying my blades. With no apprehension my Apprentices disembarked from the ship. The wants of humanity rode on us, we would not fail. I would not fail. Not the Force, not what powered me now. As I saw Yoda below me, I saw the future. I stand among his skull, looking down on him once again. Aresole's bullet drags me from dreams, and into battle. To Yoda, who looked so peaceful down below. My eyes dared him to stand against me. To draw his weapon, and let us end this once and for all.
His blade ignited….