Chapter Thirty Six: Lust

Darth Lomas leapt forward, her twin bladed weapon spinning as she whipped through the air. She came down on Stacy hard with a massively complex and advanced barrage of attacks. She used the two blades of her weapon to push Stacy back further and further until she was about to be pinned against a wall.

Stacy was forced to the defensive, she blocked each blade as it came but found it near impossible to find an opening in her offense. Once she thought she'd spotted an opening for her to attack Lomas would move her second blade to that exact position, blocking Stacy's chances of going on the attack.

Stacy blocked a slash at her legs and threw the blade aside and ducked out of the way as the second blade soared overhead. Still ducked down, she swept with her feet at Lomas's feet trying to knock her off balance. Lomas simply jumped backwards and thrust out with the force throwing Stacy slamming against the wall and almost loosing her grip on her weapon.

Stacy was momentarily dazed, her vision started to go blurry and she started to see two of everything. She could feel her head pounding as she slowly took a step forward. With her right hand still wrapped around the hilt of her lightsaber she placed her left hand on her head and tried to focus her vision to singular, not multiple.



She saw two Lomas's standing across the other room facing her down. She stumbled as she took another step forward. The force slam against the wall knocked more out of her than she thought.

"There is something about you" Lomas said from across the room. "Something…special"

Stacy shook her head to try and clear it of the double vision and the pain. "Don't know what you mean" she replied in a low voice that seemed to echo off the walls of the room.

"You do this against your heart" Lomas went on. "Your heart tells you to stop, but your will says differently: it tells you to go on"

"You know nothing about me" Stacy snapped back. "Nothing at all"

"I know that you do this not of your own consent" Lomas replied. "I know that you were once a promising Jedi until a few days ago. I know that you now take orders from a Sith" she explained. "But what Sith it is that is attempting this genocide I do not know, you are good at protecting the important things in your mind" she added with a slight grin. "Very impressive"

"You don't live long enough to care about them anyways" Stacy dashed forward and pressed her own attack.

Lomas blocked each attack with her double bladed weapon as they came; spinning and leaping out of the way of some, while blocking the other with her blades.

Stacy pressed her attack drawing on her anger at the fact that she could not even touch her opponent. Lomas's defense was strong, perhaps too 

strong for Stacy to penetrate. If that was so, then how was she to defeat this Sith Lord without Salvador?

Salvador could do this, she told herself. He could take this Sith and win, if he can do it, then I can too!

She exchanged power and strength for skill and speed as she continued her attack. The change in strategy seemed to have caught Lomas off guard for a moment. She had to increase the speed of her blocks after Stacy's blade almost slipped through her guard. Stacy may not have the power that this Sith Lord had, but what she does have is skill, and the speed to make that skill very deadly.

Stacy attempted a neck slash which Lomas blocked. Lomas pushed Stacy's blade away from her then leapt in the air and preformed a spin kick that threw Stacy off her feet.

Stacy was blow off her feet by the sheer power behind that kick. She landed about twenty meters away from her opponent. She quickly recovered and stood up straight. She saw Lomas standing next to her throne in the center of the room. She shut down her double bladed weapon and Stacy could feel her gathering the force; so Stacy shut her weapon down and started to do the same.

The sound of ripping and tearing metal tore Stacy's eyes open. The throne in the middle of the room was being ripped from the ground with the power of the force. She stared at it for only a moment before it shot at her like a torpedo.

She tried to put up a force shield to deflect the massive metal object, but she could not do it fast enough. She merely dive rolled to the side as the throne shot past were she had just been standing.



She recovered from her roll and flicked her lightsaber back on and charged at Lomas. Lomas stood still, her weapons still deactivated and at her side.

Sensing something was wrong Stacy turned around and was lifted off the air by the throne smashing into her chest. She was pushed through the air across the room. She was about to smash into a wall, and with this mass of metal about to pin her to the wall, her insides would be turned to soup at the impact.

Using all the force and physical strength she could gather she put her hands on the throne and pushed herself downward towards the ground. Moments after she pushed off, the throne smashed into the metal wall and tore a massive hole in it. The impact of being lifted off the ground by that thing was not without injury: one of her ribs maybe even both were fractured and she could sense some internal bleeding. She only had a few more minutes before she did, probably a minute before she faints.

Lomas shot forward and stopped feet were Stacy lay on the ground. Lomas took out her double bladed lightsaber and activated one of the blades. "Let this be a message to the one pulling your strings" she started to say. "The Sith will never fall to one of our own!" she thrust the blade down at Stacy's chest.

Blood spattered on Stacy's face as the blade pierced the body. Lomas stood above her, blood coming out of her mouth, a red blade through her chest. Her grip on her doubled bladed weapon faded and the hilt collapsed to the ground and deactivated



Moving her hands to the hole in her chest Lomas fell to her knees. Stacy slowly pushed herself up to her feet. She walked over and pulled the blade out of Lomas's chest and held in her hands.

Blood was pouring out of the hole in Lomas's chest as she coughed blood onto the floor. She strained to look behind her at the girl who was able to defeat her. "I can…feel it…now" she managed to say. "What…you really…want…what…you really lust for"

"I told you before" Stacy said angling her blade toward the fallen Siths neck. "You know nothing about me" she plunged the blade through the neck.

Darth Lomas's body fell to the collapsed to the floor. Stacy shut down her weapon and stared at what she had just done. She looked at the dead body in front of her, the dead body she had just caused…and felt little to nothing. Slowly she was getting use to the idea and actions of taking another's life. She clipped her lightsaber back onto her belt and marched off out of the outpost, there were still a few more she needed to get to.