Hey, about that thing I said about splitting up chapter 8 & 9.……I sort of just dropped that. This is still chapter 8, and has the same stuff in it, but what was going to be chapter 9 is part of chapter 8. Basically, I replaced chapter 8 'The Scroll' with a longer version, which it was originally going to be, but I didn't finish it and I couldn't wait to much longer to update, so I split it up. But now I 'recombined' them. Hopefully this makes sense to you…….
It's a lot better now, I think. Just read it and review it to tell me what you think.
By the way, this is the last chapter based on Jacob. The next few chapters will be based on his sister, Olathe, and the first Jedi, Kaja Sinis. It will get better, and actually have (gasp) other planets in it! Enjoy.
Chapter 8: Light or Dark
Jacob didn't sleep for the entire night. He was busy making adjustments to his new lightsaber. It was now perfect. The handle was metal, and had black striped bottom. The middle of the handle had sort of bumps, helpful for gripping. The top was plain silver. Throughout the whole handle, there was a gold curving plate on one side. It had a button at the bottom of the top section. It was a simple red button, and it turned on the blade. A small knob next to it could adjust the length slightly. There was a clip at the bottom of the saber, so that it could easily clip on to his belt. The button ignited a red, glowing blade, seemingly made of heat. It could cut through almost anything.
Jacob was tired during that morning. He looked different. He had bags under his eyes, and his green skin was pale. Jacob's eyes had more red in them. He almost thought that he was being consumed. But that isn't right, these sith aren't all that bad.
Jacob stood in his room, clipping his lightsaber to his belt. He looked in the mirror. He looked dark with his pale skin, baggy red eyes, and his black sith robes.
Vigor gave Jacob the day off to go and do whatever he wished. He was even allowed to leave the temple. Of course, his ship was taken apart and destroyed, so he couldn't escape. But Jacob didn't want to. He was beginning to like it on this planet.
Only one thing bothered him. His sister's voice still haunted him, and he couldn't make it go away. If he could only get her here, so that he could know that she's safe, he would. He would also like to teach her the ways of the force, if she was willing to learn.
Blaizen was walking through the main hallway with Gorgan, on their way to Vigor's room. The Master's nephew and apprentice were talking over things.
"The soldier can be a great help to the sith," Blaizen said, "And Vigor will be proud. I can foresee certain future events. Young Jacob will stand at Vigor's right hand side."
"Replacing you, of course." Gorgan words were fierce, but not directed at Blaizen.
"Yes," Blaizen said sadly, "yes, he will replace me and you, and every other sith in this world."
"Can we trust him, Blaizen?"
"Trust? Well, he will do us no harm if we give him no reason."
"Will we give him reason?" Gorgan questioned. Blaizen looked at Gorgan suddenly and grimly.
"He is a danger. But we must not talk about this here, later, somewhere far, where Master Vigor cannot hear us. I will meet with you later, at the republic ship. For now, Master Vigor awaits our presence."
The sith opened the large door and entered Vigor's room. Vigor sat at his usual throne, for once not meditating. He sat, using the force on his crimson red crystal, making it float. As Blaizen and Gorgan approached, he put the crystal back in his pocket and pulled up some chairs with the force. Both sith took a seat.
"Gorgan, Blaizen." He nodded at each. "Jacob is progressing quickly. Soon, we will leave this planet and spread throughout the galaxy, collecting new disciples on the way. We will destroy the republic, and set up our new empire."
"Yes master," Blaizen said. "I have one question. Jacob, are you sure giving him the day off was wise? What if he wanders back into the tomb with that old twit? The ghost can corrupt him with his teachings of his 'other side' and Jacob may turn against us!"
"Yes, I've foreseen that. Jacob will go back to the tomb today, and seek out the ghost. My former master will try to corrupt him with his scrolls, but he will not succeed. Jacob hungers for war and power, and this 'other side' will not give it to him. Jacob will stay with us, and help us to the end."
Blaizen and Gorgan both rose and bowed, then started for the door.
"One more thing," Vigor said, "Jacob's sister. Keep an eye out for her, she may arrive."
Jacob stood in front of the tomb, staring at the door. It was a hot day, but he felt no heat. He felt cold, and his insides shivered. He was deciding if he should disobey his master, and seek out the ghost again, or if he should walk away.
He must know about the other side. He opened the door, and entered the thin corridor that led to the catwalk. He reached the door, and entered.
Inside, the room was exactly how he left it. Jacob stared at the sarcophagus. He put a hand on it, ready to open it, when it opened on it's own.
The scarred, decaying hand lifted the lid off and the broken body of the former sith stepped out. The side of his face that still had flesh on it had a warm, happy expression. No evil or corruption was in it, though his body showed it.
"You again! I thought you might come back. Good, this is good. Don't tell me, you wish to know more about the other side I speak of? And see my scrolls?" His voice sounded certain, yet hopeful.
"I wish to talk with you. There are some things I need to know, and that I feel you can tell me." The ghost suddenly looked disappointed.
"I see Vigor has already corrupted you. It shows in your face. You look different. But it's not too late to turn back!" Jacob looked angry.
"No one has corrupted me! Master Vigor isn't controlling me, and he said that you would try to corrupt me! I shouldn't have come back, but I need to know….."
"In you, there is much anger. And impatience. If you wish to know your answers, you must be calm and listen to what I have to say!" The ghost shouted. "What have you come to ask me?" Jacob took a deep breath and calmed down.
"First off, who are you, and why are you here?"
"My name is Jucris, and I was a sith, in fact the sith Master of the temple. Vigor was my apprentice. The sith buried me here in a tomb, just like they do all dead sith masters."
"Okay. So you were Vigor's master. Now, I would like to know…..about the 'other side' of the force that you mentioned. What is it?" The ghost smiled.
"I hoped you would want to know. For years I manipulated the force, used it as a weapon, and taught others to too. But one day I realized that all it brings is pain, and suffering. I knew there must be something better, and I searched for it. And one day, I met someone. She was young, but she knew everything about the other side of the force, the light side. So I learned the ways of the light." Jucris looked very sad. "My apprentice, unfortunately, thought it was weak, and fought me. He was strong, but I was stronger. I disarmed him, and was ready to kill him, but I didn't. The light side looks down upon those who kill an unarmed prisoner. I stopped and dropped my weapon, and he killed me with the force. You may have noticed how bad I look. The move he used is a hard move to use, and I taught him how. It is a very gruesome death, called Force Crush. He gripped me with the force, and squeezed the life out of me. My body was crushed, and I was defeated."
Jacob was interested in this ability. Maybe he could learn it. He first noticed how Jucris' skull looked crushed, as if it was imploded.
"So, Jacob," Jucris said, "Would you like to learn the ways of the light? And read my scroll?"
Blaizen waited under the hot sun. The sand beneath him was burning, and so was the metal of the small two person republic ship. Blaizen looked towards the temple and saw a figure approach him. Blaizen went inside the ship and looked out the window. It was Gorgan.
When Gorgan entered the ship, they both sat at the main seats. Blaizen felt all of the controls beneath his hands. He finally looked at Gorgan to speak.
"Gorgan, Jacob is a problem. And Master Vigor already has too much faith in him. I can foresee Vigor and Jacob, Master and Apprentice, ruling the Galactic Empire. We must not let this happen. We will rule." Gorgan grinned.
"But Blaizen, do you think that we can defeat Master Vigor? He has the whole temple with him! Two men cannot destroy the Master and everyone else!" Blaizen looked off into the temple.
Yes, Gorgan, that is true." Blaizen looked at Gorgan and smiled. "That's why we must turn them all against him, and have an all out mutiny!"
Jacob couldn't decide if he should accept the offer. He's come so far, and he is already very powerful. But this 'light side' might be a good thing.
"Jucris, before I answer you, you must answer me. Why did you think I was Blaizen the first time I came?" Jucris suddenly looked fearful.
"Blaizen……yes, I had a dream. In the dream, Blaizen came here. I thought he wanted to learn from me. He knew something that he didn't want anyone else to know, and I knew it too. He destroyed me, and the scroll. Jacob, if that scroll is destroyed, it may lead to the death of the force. And I need someone who can carry it on."
"How can someone destroy a ghost?"
"With the dark side comes many powers………some consider to be unnatural." Jacob was now almost completely decided on his choice, light or dark.
"Is the dark side stronger?" Jacob gulped.
"………Yes, Jacob. That is why I need you."
"Why do you need me? And what for?" Jacob was starting to get annoyed because Jucris wouldn't get to the point. He wanted to leave.
"I need you to carry on my teachings of the light side, and start a new group, opposing the sith, and act as keepers of the peace for the galaxy!" Jucris seemed sure that Jacob would accept.
Jacob was thinking about this whole proposal. Vigor promised him an empire, and Jacob did want to rule. He hungered for power. Acting as keepers of the peace would seem like a waste of time. Jacob thought people should take care of themselves. He was also not liking Jucris very much. His impatience took over, and he walked out of the room, without a word. Behind him, Jucris yelled for him to come back. Jacob didn't turn.
He was finally outside, and he walked to the temple. He wanted to start more of his training right away, so he could set up his empire as soon as possible.
Vigor, in his room, was meditating. He focused on what he had sensed when Jacob first arrived. He didn't feel his presence at all. He knew something was clouding it.
Vigor opened his eyes suddenly. He had a vision. First, he saw himself. He was sitting on his throne, but not on this planet. He was on some kind of ship. Beside him stood Jacob. It was obvious that they were ruling an empire.
Next, he saw Blaizen. He was holding a sword, made of light, and struck straight down, as if he were trying to kill him. This vision faded out as he saw a group of people, many people, all different species, training to use the force. They all had swords of light. Two people seemed to be leading them. A young girl, the same species as Jacob, was standing with a light blue light sword. Next to her was a powerful looking man with a green sword. He then saw Blaizen and Gorgan, fighting a group of the people, with many people following him. Blurs of light flashed as the swords swung.
Finally, the last vision had Jacob and the young girl, looking older. They were both fighting hard with each other. Jacob, with his red sword, knocked the girl's light blue sword out of her hand. The vision ended.
Jacob walked in the room suddenly. He walked up to Vigor and bowed.
"Yes, Jacob?" Vigor said, seeming pleased.
"Master, I have a request. I wish to continue my training now, if it's alright with you."
"Yes, good. The sooner the better."
"I wish to set up our empire as soon as we can, so we can make this galaxy a better place. I also wish to learn the ways of the force, and bring Fantha back."
"Yes Jacob," Vigor laughed, "very good. I have only one more training session for you." Vigor closed his eyes and started focusing.
Blaizen stood in a storage room, where the parts for Jacob's ship were left. He picked most of them up, and carried them outside, onto the front steps. Gorgan waited there.
"Blaizen, you have the parts. Do you think we can put it back together though?"
"We will if we put our minds to it. Now bring these to the ship, Master Vigor is calling me through the force." Blaizen handed Gorgan the pile of ship parts. Gorgan walked with it to the ship.
Blaizen reached the doors of Vigor's room, and went inside. Jacob stood there, next to Vigor's throne. Vigor smiled.
"Jacob, you have learned the force quickly, so quickly, that I'm ready to declare you a sith. You must defeat Blaizen in battle, and you will become my new apprentice."
Vigor threw a sword to Jacob, and Blaizen drew his. Blaizen raised it above his head, ready to strike, and waited. Jacob looked at the sword, and lunged, stabbing straight down at Blazien. Blaizen parried and swung above Jacob's head. Jacob ducked and clashed his sword to Blaizen's.
Blaizen and Jacob held their swords together, in a battle of strength. Blaizen kicked Jacob and he flew across the room. Blaizen approached Jacob and raised his sword to stab. Jacob threw his sword to the side.
Blaizen stabbed down. A flash of red light went by, and Blaizen's sword was in half. Hot, orange heat marks were on the edge, and Blaizen dropped it. Jacob, still on the ground, held his newly made lightsaber in his hand, the crimson blade glowing with heat. Blaizen backed away, and Jacob jumped up. He approached Blaizen slowly.
Lightning flew from Blaizen's fingertips. Jacob held his lightsaber defensively, blocking the lightning. The lightning was deflected back at Blaizen. Blaizen cried in pain as he was burned by his powers. Vigor smiled.
When the lightning was gone, Blaizen looked different. His face was completely white, and his eyes were pale and cold. His black, shoulder length hair was wet with sweat and dangled over his face. He was breathing hard, and fear was in his eyes.
Jacob raised his lightsaber, and swung to slice Blaizen's head off. His blade suddenly stopped inches away from Blaizen's neck. Blaizen looked up at Jacob. Jacob couldn't move his arm.
"Enough, Jacob," Vigor cackled, his arm raised holding Jacob's hand with the force, "He's no use dead." He turned to Blaizen. "Leave us!"
Blaizen slowly stood, and walked out of the room. Jacob switched his blade off and clipped it back on to his belt.
"Good, Jacob, great! You're new weapon will suit you fine. I am now ready to make you a sith! Kneel." Jacob kneeled and Vigor stood, and approached Jacob.
"Jacob, on this day, you will be known as a Sith Master, and my apprentice. You will lead the sith to victory, and you will create our first Galactic Empire!" Vigor grinned and looked down upon Jacob. "And from this day, you will be newly christened as Necrosis! Rise!"
Necrosis rose. He bowed to Vigor.
"Thank you, my master. Soon we will spread through the galaxy, and rule it!"
"Yes. It will be a Golden Age for the sith!"