And here's the biggest shocker of 'em all. (Please don't kill me!) And now, the end…
(Note to any squeamish readers-the end gets rather violent…)
Trasae's fighter flickered back into normal space. She focused her senses through the Force, searching for her quarry. There. She'd finally found Yavin 4. The small green moon wandered its endless circle around the bulbous orange giant. She recalled the stories of how the Republic's founders destroyed the Empire's greatest weapon from a base there. But there's such darkness. Kun is certainly there. But there's something that surpasses even him. How can that be? It's…familiar.
The quick little ship shot through the vacuum. The small orb seemed to grow, it's features becoming clearer, more distinct. In moments, she was mere kilometers away from the Great Temple. It's incredible! The fighter smoothly lowered itself into a small clearing in the forest. The connectors detached, and a section of the hull withdrew.
Trasae pulled herself out, slightly surprised by the heat and humidity of the place. She started off in the general direction of the Great Temple, drawn by the power there. The closer she got, the clearer she sensed that familiar presence. It had a bizarre twinge to it. A sense of madness. The foliage dissipated again and the massive Temple came into view. The setting sun glowed around its edges, and those of a shadowy figure. The outlined features were simple to recognize. Ran'sot… No, she reminded herself. Not anymore.
"Exar Kun!" she yelled to the once-specter. "I challenge you. Come forward and fight!"
"I'd love to, little Jedi," he said as he came out of the temple's shadow. She noticed that she could no longer see Ran'sot's face and a trio of scars marred the unfamiliar countenance. "However, I would not rob my new apprentice of that honor.
"Drath, come here!" From deep within the temple's shadowy passages came a living nightmare. Tall and lanky, almost cadaverously thin, with deathly white skin. Eyes, teeth, and claws as black as the void of space. Hair a shock of intermingling red and gray, and a familiar, yet scarred face. It was dressed in black, Jedi-like attire and hanging by its hip was an old-fashioned, but abnormally long lightsaber. This, she realized was the being that surpassed Kun's evil power.
"You see, young one, Drath here has been looking forward to dueling with you. I think you'll find him quite the challenge."
"What is it?"
"A marvel of genetic manipulation. I took the hosts cells and cloned them, but not just any simple cloning. I also managed to withdraw some of the midichlorians from the host's cells, and used a combination of new technology and old Sith magic to replicate them exponentially, then reinsert them into the cells. With some DNA alteration, the result was a being with unequaled appearance and the greatest power in the Force that the galaxy has ever and will ever see! The name was a simple alteration of previous colleagues, a group of would-be Sith called the Krath."
The seemingly almost-living creature took the hilt of its weapon in both hands, holding it horizontally. It nodded to her. She took her own weapon and activated it. The purple blade burst forth noisily. Drath smiled, revealing his razor-sharp, pointed teeth. He hit two buttons simultaneously. Instantly, and from both sides of the extended cylinder appeared two black lightsaber blades.
"H-how?"
"The weapon itself is a result of my own design," Kun explained, "The coloring is simply an experiment. By saturating the gems and circuitry with Sith magic…well, you see. Enough explanations. Kill her."
The things held its weapon vertically and twirled it in a circle. Before she knew what was happening, the two-bladed weapon flew at her, rotating. She jumped straight up, leg muscles strengthened with the Force. For a split second, the saber stopped where she had been, then launched up at her. She tucked into a somersault, and stuck out her blade to ward off the projectile.
Drath turned his hand palm-up, and his weapon returned to its master. Trasae landed easily and charged. She pushed her control of the Force to its limit, her speed blinding. She raised her blade and swung it down with all her Force-induced strength…and charred a few blades of grass. Drath dropped from above, firmly planting a kick to the back of her head. Staggering, she tried to lash out, but to no avail. How can I fight this? She looked up and saw her only hope. The forest.
She ran in, engulfed by the darkness, and extinguished her blade. Drath followed confidently, swinging his weapon randomly, cutting down trees, and killing helpless animals. He stopped abruptly, and turned his head to the left. Staring straight at her. He can't have seen me in these shadows. He raised his left hand, palm facing her. She wondered what he was doing seconds before the Force directed her actions. She focused the energy of the Force into a defensive shield, just as a blast of red-orange energy shot from Drath's hand.
The blast nearly overpowered her, even with her Force-shield. The nearby foliage burst into flame. Suddenly, she felt power, such immense power! She thrust out her arm and answered his attack in kind. It caught him off guard and tossed him back into the clearing like a doll. The entirety of the nearby forest began to blaze out of control.
She walked weakly out of the inferno. She felt…empty. It must have been Dark Side power! Whatever its source, it seemed to have done the job. Drath lied at her feet, not moving.
"He's finished Kun," he shouted.
"T-Trasae…" came the weak voice. Neca's voice.
"What the…" It's Drath!
"Ah, now you see," Kun gloated, "Yes, I used your foolish brother's genetic material to create the ultimate apprentice."
Blast it! "Damn you Kun!"
There was a sudden sound of energy being released. Trasae launched upwards as the black blade cut up at her. She dashed for the temple. In two leaps, she made it to the apex, Drath right on her heels. She spun to face him. "Neca, please don't do this!"
His only response was a mocking laugh. She felt him focusing all of his power in the Force. She felt the fury of his insanity. Too fast to see, he ran to her, and kicked her in the midsection. The power of the attack threw her off the temple. She bounced down the stone steps, bones cracking. At long last, she hit the grass, staining it red. With an animalistic yell, Drath jumped, lightsaber raised above his head. Trasae managed to roll a little, but still felt the blade pierce her shoulder. She tried desperately to thrust away the pain. I have to destroy him. Now!
She jumped up in time to block an attack to her right leg. With the other blade, he attacked to her left, and she barely kept up. He spun, back facing her, and repeated the series. Trasae struggled with his ferocity. She swung her blade up and brought it down over his head. He blocked it easily. She tried again, he rotated his weapon and blocked again.
She drew back to a ready stance, and that was the opening he needed. Finished toying with her, he swung one blade around and thrust hers away from both of them. He spun right and she felt the hot blade pierce her side. To her surprise, he pulled it out and faced her. She dropped to her knees, letting go of her lightsaber.
"Why are you hesitating?" Kun bellowed, "Destroy her!"
Drath looked between them.
"Neca…please…"
With a horrific fire in his eyes, he swung the right blade horizontally, decapitating her. Before her head could fall, he used the left blade to slice her torso from right shoulder to left hip. The pieces fell in a heap.
"Well done!" Kun praised.
Drath turned to face his Master and glared.
"Don't look at me like that!"
Drath growled, his mind losing itself.
"How dare y-"
Drath raised his hand and another blast of Dark Side energy burst forth. Kun felt the heat the instant before his skin melted and bones shattered to dust. The blast impacted with the Great Temple, overwhelming it. The millennia-old structure disintegrated under the very power it helped focus.
Drath now had nothing. He was trapped, alone, isolated, forever. He felt the great power of the Dark Side boiling up within him, begging for release. He felt the ever-growing madness in his mind taking control. There was no way…there had to be a way…
With one final cry, all the energy and madness was released. A blast of blue flame and he was gone, overwhelmed by the true fury of the Dark Side his creator so sought to master. The Dark energy spread over the entire moon, scarring its surface to a black withered mockery of what it once was. At long last, Yavin 4 knew peace.