"But… No…" Yamna took a step back from him. "This isn't how you were supposed to be!" She screamed. "You weren't supposed to be so caring! So kind! So- so forgiving…" Her screams turned to murmurs." How could anyone forgive being killed?"
"Because," Came a voice from the far side of the room. "That's just the kind of person he was."
Yamna looked over and saw her mother standing in the doorway.
Kentra slowly began to limp towards them as she spoke. "Your father was the kindest person I'd ever known. He didn't realize it, but his heart was even stronger than he was."
"Stop this, woman!" Darth Posh warned, but she kept coming.
"He put on a show when you fought him, but he could never really fight you seriously. He was too kind for that."
"I won't warn you again!"
Kentra looked at him. "Why warn me at all? What do I have left?"
"Very well, I've wanted to do this for a very long time."
Darth Posh raised his dark translucent hand and shot a bolt of Dark Force lightning at her.
Kentra didn't even flinch as it shot towards her, resigned to her fate.
But at the last moment, the lightning turned away. It spiraled towards Yamna and gathered in her outstretched palm.
"Yamna! What are you doing?"
She glared at him, a longer taste of the look from before.
"I finally see it all. Your lies and half truths. I don't know how I was so blind before. You will never hurt me, or my family, again."
The Sith Lord began to vanish into the shadows, trying to escape. But Yamna simply waved her hand and he suddenly became solid. He pawed at the shadows, trying to escape but to no avail.
She powered up one final toxic energy blast in her hand and launched it at him.
Darth Posh screamed as the dark energy consumed his spirit and he faded away. His dark presence vanished last, finally disappearing from the Universe altogether.
"It's finally over…" Kentra said. "But at a high price…" She looked at her husband's body and began to cry.
Yamna sat down next to Cryos, put her hands on his chest and closed her eyes.
"What are you doing?" Kentra asked.
"Help me." She responded. "I can't do this on my own."
"But his spirit has been poisoned and corrupted. I don't think even the Force can heal that."
"The light side alone can't, and neither can the dark side. But I've been thinking for a long time, the Force is bigger than just light and dark. I think that what we see as the light and dark sides of the Force is just our inability to grasp something so huge. I'm sure Luke Skywalker has taught you just about everything he knows about the light side, and Darth Posh taught me a lot about the dark side. Between the two of us we know just about everything mere mortals know about the Force."
"What are you suggesting?" Kentra asked.
"We combine our knowledge and power. I know it sounds crazy, but I think it might just work."
Kentra sighed. "I suppose it's worth a try."
She sat next to Cryos across from her daughter and closed her eyes.
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Traitin sat in the chair at the control panel for the power core of the death star. He sighed. It was very frustrating to be here and not be able to do anything.
A muffled explosion rattled the room. He saw the blast shielded door bent inward.
Mazzark dropped from where he had been pacing on the ceiling and landed on Traitin's shoulder.
Trying to remember his training, Traitin fell into a fighting stance. He wasn't willing to risk being shot, he didn't think that he had progressed far enough to be laser-proof, but if he was careful he could dodge them.
Another blast shook the room and bent the door further. Now he could hear their voices through the weakened metal.
But then he heard shouts and laser-fire. Their screams lasted only a few seconds, and then there was silence.
The door hissed and sizzled and finally collapsed. On the other side was Pahrac, acid still dripping from his teeth and covered with gore.
The technician Traitin had tied up in the corner screamed and tried to slide further away from what surely appeared to be an apparition of death.
Pahrac grabbed the poor man by his lapels and hefted him to eye level. He let out a very long and loud roar that shook the entire room.
The poor man's eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out. Traitin couldn't blame him, he wanted to pass out too when Pahrac turned his attention to him.
"Do you have any idea how difficult it was to get here?" The mutant Kelbrid roared. "You really couldn't have made it any harder if you tried!"
"Uh… Could we maybe… What we came here for?" Traitin stuttered as he tried to redirect the toothy alien's attention to the control panel.
The mutant Kelbrid growled, but slithered to the control panel and started adjusting settings.
It wasn't long before he slithered to the wall next to the panel and pressed a hidden switch. The wall slid open to reveal a huge blast door made of a dark metal with a tiny view port in it. Judging from the thickness of the glass, the door was at least two feet thick. Traitin recognized the metal it was made of, it was the same as what was coating the Death Star, indestructible quantum armor.
Pahrac roared and hit the door. "The final control panel is on the other side of this door, in a room full of radiation, we have no radiation suits so only I could enter without suffering a lethal dose. But that doesn't matter since we have no way to open the door anyway, its much too heavily encoded and my acid won't even tarnish quantum armor."
Mazzark seemed to be thinking. He jumped onto the view port and pointed at it, seemingly asking a question.
Pahrac looked at him and said. "Don't worry, the radiation isn't escaping."
Mazzark shook his head and pointed at the view port again.
The larger alien tilted his head, trying to figure out what he was getting at.
Finally, Mazzark mimed him spitting acid on the window.
"Yes, I could burn though the glass," Pahrac said. "but I couldn't fit through."
The tiny alien pointed at himself.
"But the radiation would kill you!" Traitin shouted, picking up on what he was getting at.
Mazzark nodded.
Pahrac slowly nodded. "Very well, I will show you what to do."