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"This is much better now." Said Darth Posh. "That blasted girl is gone just like in my visions. Now, being as that was quite unpleasant and you destroyed the detonator I was going to use to kill millions, I think I will torture you for some time before I destroy you."
Cryos was glad the bombs weren't a problem anymore. He'd almost forgotten that part of the reason they were here was to stop Darth Posh from destroying some of the largest cities in the galaxy.
The Sith raised his arms at Cryos, but nothing happened. "WHAT!?" He roared.
Mewtwo gave a psychic laugh. I finally figured out how to block your mental transmissions. I have to admit that that was quite clever how you used these creatures to alter the frequency you project on. You almost had us. If it wasn't for Yamna you probably would have won.
"But how?" Darth Posh demanded. "These creatures are supposed to be completely immune to psychic powers!"
Well, I was engineered to be the perfect fighting machine. Mewtwo smiled with his tiny mouth. I'd hesitate to call myself 'perfect,' but I'm apparently still better than you.
"If I can't take your minds I'll tear you apart with my bare hands!" the Sith completely lost his temper and launched himself at the cat-like alien.
Mewtwo vanished an instant before he would have had his head ripped off and Zeethra was there instead. She easily avoided the worst of his blow and socked him clear across the gigantic room.
Darth Posh stood up and started to laugh. It looked like he'd completely lost it. Cryos couldn't see how he could win.
The Sith kept laughing until power started to roll off him. The fighters faces went from confident to afraid in a matter of seconds. The dark energy rolling off the Sith Lord was like nothing they had ever felt before. The One may have been stronger, but Darth Posh was far more sinister.
He was still laughing when he blasted a crackling beam at them. It was one of the most powerful beams Cryos had ever seen, it was at least forty feet wide. It carved a huge groove into the floor as it zipped towards them. The fighters all got out of the way, except for Pahrac.
The attack had taken them completely by surprise, none of them had had time to grab the mutant Kelbrid.
He screamed as he was enveloped by the beam, but surprisingly he was still there when it passed over him. Cryos landed next to him and tapped his arm. "Pahrac, are you ok?"
In response, he slumped and fell over.
He has no energy left, that beam must absorb power instead of giving it off! Mewtwo shouted as the Sith fired another one.
Cryos could do nothing for Pahrac, after the fight was over there would be time to help, now there was only time to fight. He put on a burst of extreme speed and in a split second was next to Darth Posh. He pulled back his fist and punched as hard as he could.
He screamed in pain as he pulled back his scorched hand.
The Sith laughed. The punch had turned his head, but caused no serious damage. Cryos's hand was a different story. Even a brief touch to his skin had caused horrible burns. The knuckles didn't even have any skin left on them.
Of course the wound was short lived. By the time the Sith had turned to face him they were almost healed.
Darth Posh wasn't about to let him get away with hitting him. He attacked as in turn. Cryos and the Sith exchanged blows for a few moments, then Cryos had to back off.
He was getting hurt far faster than he could heal and he could feel the dark energy sparking through his entire body.
"Do you like it Cryos? I filled myself with so much dark side power it burns everything I touch!" Darth Posh laughed at himself.
Zeethra moved up next but she lasted only a few seconds as well. She was forced to retreat when the Sith Lord grabbed her around the neck, when he let go she was burned wickedly. It would have killed a normal person. Cryos helped her get away while Darth Posh laughed like a madman.
He scanned the room for another target and his eyes settled on Kentra. She panicked as his energy-absorbing beam sparkled its way at her. She didn't have time to escape and covered her eyes at what she thought was the end.
When she wasn't drained dry by the beam she opened her eyes to see Mewtwo holding the beam back. He'd created a cub shaped force field that contained the beam. The second the Sith stopped firing he closed off the open end, encapsuling the beam.
Zeethra, get everyone out of here. I have an idea, but I'm out of the fight after I do it.
"But we need you!" She cried. "We'll be controlled unless you protect us."
No, he's gone berserk. He's forgotten all about mind tricks and is really going to rip you apart. I'm useless in this kind of fight. But I'm willing to gamble on my idea. Just get everyone to a safe distance!
"How far is safe?" Cryos wondered out loud.
As far as you can get before this thing goes off.
Cryos suddenly understood and he grabbed Pahrac off the floor. He saw Kentra carrying Yamna and Zeethra hurrying them both along.
They flew low and fast until an explosion rocked the ground. They stopped and turned to see a sparkling ball that looked exactly like the Sith's energy absorbing beams, only far larger.
The ball expanded then slowly faded away. The energy signatures of both Darth Posh and Mewtwo vanished with it.
The fighters slowly headed back towards the battleground.
In the very center of the blast crater sat Mewtwo. He looked like he was going to pass out at any moment.
"Did you get him?" Zeethra asked.
Behind… you… Was his only response before he slumped over and closed his eyes.
Cryos spun just in time to lock hands with the Sith Lord. He screamed as dark energy burned away his skin and flesh, but he held on.
Zeethra came up and bunched the Sith away. "Take a break, I'll need you in a minute." She said then dashed after him.
Cryos fell to his knees and leaned back. His hands still burned, but they were healing.
While he was looking up, he saw the black hole. It was just starting to suck in the rock that Yamna had blasted away from the roof of the cave. Suddenly he knew what he had to do.
"Kentra." He said.
"What?" She looked up at him, she had been looking at his almost healed hands.
"I know what I have to do."
She followed his gaze upward and her glowing eyes got wide as she suddenly understood. "Cryos, no! There has to be another way!"
"No, you saw him. He regenerates as well as me and is just as powerful. I have to destroy him in the one place in the Universe that there's no coming back from."
Kentra, over the years, had developed a sixth sense when it came to things Cryos was going to do. It was probably the same as most married couples, but most couples didn't have this kind of serious, life-or-death, save-the-Universe, kind of problem.
"But you won't come either, will you?"
"I might, I'm immortal, remember? Technically, I CAN'T die, no matter what. So I'll be out there somewhere."
"But can't you just kind of, throw him in?" She asked hopefully.
"No, he's too powerful. I'll have to drag him in there." He dug into his pockets and pulled out everything. A few hundred New Republic credits, an ID (not that he ever needed it), Elfour, and his gauntlets that Washu had given him so long ago. The one generated holograms that he could use to hide and the other created interdimentional wormholes. "Keep these safe, I promise I'll be back for them."
He gave her and his sleeping daughter each a kiss and tried not to cry as he turned away, not wanting to look on them for what could be the last time.
Zeethra was having a rough time with Darth Posh. She was in bad shape after only a minute fighting him. Her hands were badly burnt and burn marks covered much of the rest of her body as well.
Cryos flew at top speed and body-checked the Sith Lord away from his sister.
"Zeethra, I promise I'll see you again."
She looked at him in confusment, then suddenly understood and nodded. "I can do it, you have a family, let me sacrifice myself."
Cryos shook his head. "No, this is my mess. I caused it and I'm going to fix it. Nice of you to offer though. Tell ya what: next time I'm planning something that might kill even an immortal, you can take my place."
Zeethra smiled. "It's a deal."
Cryos turned back to Darth Posh just as the he was attacking again. He grabbed the Sith around the waist and held on even against the pain. His whole body was burning, but it didn't matter anymore. In a minute, nothing would matter.
He took off, flying right into the black hole. He deliberately avoided looking back. If he saw Kentra now he would lose his nerve.
Darth Posh laughed again. "What do you think you're doing Cryos? Going to body slam me into the rock?"
"No," Cryos grunted through the pain. "look up."
"Even if you threw me right at the event horizon it wouldn't work, I'm strong enough to escape. You would have to take me right into the singularity, but then you would be doomed as well."
Cryos smiled, amazing he could still do that even as the flesh of his chest and arms burned away. "That's what I'm counting on."
Darth Posh finally stopped laughing. "I think not!" he screamed as he tried to escape.
Cryos somehow managed to hold him, even as the muscles in his arms sizzled.
The black hole loomed closer and closer in his field of vision as he flew faster and faster into it.
Darth Posh attacked his face, tearing at his face in an effort to make him let go. But pain didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered besides stopping the Sith Lord.
He felt the moment he crossed the event horizon. He was moving faster than the speed of light, yet strangely the inside of the event horizon was far larger than the outside. The actual black hole was still pretty far away.
Darth Posh suddenly went limp in his arms. He looked and realized he was holding a dead body. In shock he looked around and saw a ghostly image of the Sith escaping back out into the Universe.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" He roared and tried to go after him, but it was useless. Inside the event horizon, all matter was drawn in, nothing got further away from the singularity.
He fought to the end, but against the might of a black hole, even his strength was useless.
Cryos was still screaming as he felt the very atoms of his body begin to rip apart. His last sight was of Darth Posh laughing at him, then darkness enveloped the Universe…
