A/N: I know that it has been over six months since I last posted a chapter, and I originally did not plan on finishing this. However, I had just gotten a review today that showed me something. Leaving this story unfinished was a crime, because there are still people who will read this. To leave it unfinished for them would be a crime to readers everywhere. However this is not the last chapter, as I intend to make I think two more chapters after this to end the fic. With that, I give you the comeback chapter of The True Lisko Kon'ro.
Chapter 8: With Death Comes Rebirth
My saber locks with his and it is a fierce push struggle for life itself. The life of death and the life of creation are within the grasps of our sabers pushing back and forth. The violet blade so close to the edge of violence itself that it can easily turn into the crimson blade that blood flows across which I hope to fix of. He pushes me back with the force and I fly across the trees and the rocks of this earth. Some of them I pound through.
"This is your end, master." He lunges forth towards me with his blood saber, as his eyes show the same hatred out from the emitter of his blade. I throw my saber out towards him hoping to reach and knock his saber out. The purple blade keeps going after my old padawan and as he notices the saber coming for him, he blocks it with his and aims for the ground.
"Don't underestimate me, Darth Hades." I must make myself look better than him in order to show the Sith is not the way. If I don't he'll never come back. Although, maybe, maybe he'll never come back. Maybe he is gone for good. Maybe I never saw him have the chance to become a Jedi. Maybe he was always a Sith.
I use the force to bring the saber back into my hand. He is about ready to bring an overhead swing and I block him with my right hand only, holding my saber in a firm grasp. As he holds himself up with the force and I hold him back with my saber, he reaches out in the force to fix his second emitter.
"Don't underestimate me, either master." The other crimson blade appears and comes apart. His right hand grabs ahold of that saber, now making his double-bladed saber into two distinct light sabers. Within seconds of me being unaware of this, he swings that saber towards my left arm which is undefended and it comes off as quickly as he reached for his saber.
"YOU KRIFFING NERF HERDER!" I reach for where my left arm i... used to be. It hurts, not because I can feel it, but because of what it means. He will never come back to the light, never. He will forever live in perpetual darkness, I can tell. I don't need a vision through the force to tell me that.
"Watch your language master, it's unbefitting to a Jedi Master." He swings his sabers around his shoulders, creating a shield around him. I throw my saber to the side of the field with my right arm. I know there is no way to win the battle with my saber in hand.
"It's over Hades. You've lost." He roars in a bolt of laughter that seems to never end. Still, I can feel he is watching me carefully. Trying to see if there is anything I might lie to him about. Anything that he can see without the force.
"I'VE LOST MASTER WINDU, no, it is you who has lost." He brings his sabers and himself closer, plunging towards me.
"I was afraid you would do this." I jump high in the air, catching him off guard as I did before. He never was good at sensing what could come. Neither am I, but I expected this. I knew that he would bring his sabers down to his waist to give the final blow, and he has. However, he never expected my saber to plunge back towards him. He yells a cry, possibly because it has hit the one area in which man hopes for death instead of what happens instead of it.
"BLAST YOU JADEN!" The saber is still locked around where his crotch used to be, where nothing remains. He knows the fight is over, I can feel it. I remember trying to teach him movements like these. I have always been strong enough to utilize a light saber without holding one. He was still learning, still so close to being able to do what I had just done to him. He never quite finished it, and now, he is the victim of what I started.
Knowing full and well this must end the fight, I leap off one of the lush trees and move as close as I can to him without getting hit. As he still stands from the pain and agony of his deformity, I grab my saber with my right hand and look straight into his eyes. They are less blood shot, than they were, but he can use his rage and change with such ease, I pull my connected arm to the hilt of my saber. Bringing the saber up further all the way and out of the brown Bothan's head. Leaving the dog like creature with his sides in halves. After I stay there, with my right arm up in the air for a few seconds, I let the violet blade retract.
"I'm sorry, Lisko..." I look down, and before I give out a cry, I walk over towards my left arm on the ground. I know I should not react to the pain, but he has caused me such a loss and such a problem, I feel as though I have died as well. He was like a son to me, and to have to kill him... I have to put my arm back on me.
"Got to get to the medical facilities in the temple."
Meanwhile in the dark voids of space the sleet, an orange ship floats about in the darkness near the core planet of the entire system, where one destroyer waits. Trivas looks at his pudgy pinked skin companion and shakes his head. She knows what he is thinking, and looks towards the two droids behind them. The big orange droid is able to pack a punch, but the small utility droid can barely get them passed a few blast doors for a house, let alone to the bridge of a Victory Class Star Destroyer.
"So, how would you go about doing this Holass?"
"Me, it's never been done before. Sabotaging the ship with just a small freighter that's 4000 years old has never been done before."
"You worry too much Holass." The ship begins its rapid movement towards the Star Destroyer. As the Ebon Hawk continues its thrust, the stars of space seem all but standing still. It feels as though he is bringing the ship into hyperspace, but nothing quite close to it.
"Trivas, how come you never became a Jedi?"
"You mean because of this? Jedi don't get much, that's why I chose smuggling. Now, I need to concentrate or else I'll never get us into their hangar."
"Advisement: Master, I think it would be wise if I shot at the meatbags coming onto the ship."
"Sounds good HK, T3, head to a safe place." It beeps a little understanding and heads for the closest spot in the ship's hidden compartments. The three of them wait for the ship to get close enough for it to start docking.
"Steady baby, steady."
"Your breaking my concentration Holass." The ship is in, past the guns. A comlink comes from the massive ship.
"This is Lt. Farsk of the Inquisition, what is your purpose of being here?"
The captain of the Ebon Hawk answers the comchannel's question,"I don't know what's yours?" The little orange ship continues to speed quickly in order to get to the hangar of the Inquisition. In order to save Coruscant from what seems to be an inevitable doom.
"We were advised to come for a more peaceful meeting?"
The Dug finally shoots up an answer to the slime of a man, "Really, you were now?" She has dealt with scum from all across the galaxy. Nothing too different or more retched than the Imperials have ever crossed her path.
"Yes."
"Then, why do we have reports from friends that you are going to have more Star Destroyers on your way?"
"For them to be part of the negotiations." Trivas and Holass can tell that his bluff is extremely hard to prove wrong. Soon enough, the giant orange droid comes over to see what is the problem.
"Notification: Master, this meatbag is lying. Under normal circumstances, this meatbag would be showing you the document which would prove his predicament. Advisement: Master, I would inspect his ship to see what is the truth."
"We do not need boarding from the Ebon Hawk, I can assure you of that."
"Lt. Farsk, you obviously cannot be telling the truth. If you are, however, then we do have the right to board you and see if you are not bluffing. Considering you know my family blood line, I would advise that you do allow us to board, or you will be taken in by the highest authorities of the New Republic." This left him with little chance of proving anything to the contrary. He needed to get them on board. That way he could kill them and still have the attack goes as planned.
"Very well. We will let you in." From another side, the lieutenant could see Admiral Roll, pointing for his best soldiers to head towards the hangar bay where the Ebon Hawk is. As the ramp of the big orange ship opens up, two of the soldiers board the ship. Trivas and Holass can hear the two running furiously towards the ramp. Trivas decides to hide close to the cockpit.
"Where's the Human, slime ball?" The white trooper looks at her with a dead glare.
"I think he went to get something to eat, slime balls." Before the two troopers can open fire, the blonde haired man shoots the two of them both in the back. Luckily none of the other Storm Troopers saw this, but only heard it. When the firing stopped, he figured that the troopers thought the two of them were dead.
"Give me their suits. I'm going to take you in as a prisoner and say I'm dead. Hurry, we don't have much time." She hands him the white uniform and he begins to place each piece on very quickly, as though death would come if he does not put on the uniform in exactly less than one minute.
Meanwhile I am heading to the infirmary inside the Massassi Temple. Even though the Dark Jedi were all killed, the droids have not been tampered with. I am sure Lisko thought there was no need for him to destroy them when they would listen to whoever was in charge of the temple, regardless of affiliation. As I head to it, I can feel the fight running with much difficulty. Durii and Ichi must be having a hard time against Kun.
"I can't defeat Kun like this, but I'll be there soon." I can tell the two of them know this all too well and continue to stall Kun within the garden. As they continuously block and parry the dead man, they can only hope for my arm to be reformatted quickly enough. I can see my old master's saber on the ground. I pick it up with the force, and I place it on my belt to take it with me. There is a door on my right very far down the hall, and if Kun does not decide to appear before me anytime soon, then I have reached the infirmary. Lucky break, I'm in.
"Master Windu, you need medical attention." They place me down on the first bed they can find and begin to see if my arm is still in good enough condition to put it back on, or to get a cybernetic implant. They begin to burn the arm back on which hurts like hell.
"Is there a way you can hurry it?"
"If I were to do that, you'd lose your arm permanently. You'd need an implant."
"Then do it as quickly as you can."
"Understood." He continues to burn the arm on. Blast, it hurts like no other kriffing thing in the galaxy.
Meanwhile as Exar Kun holds the upper hand against his combatants, his saber is piercing closer and closer to the yellow light of Durii's saber. Ichi is holding onto the holocron, trying to find the right moment to give it to her while he is not able to move to well. He knows that this will not be a good chance to do anything, unless Kun's saber is somehow destroyed. He almost gets that chance.
"UBU CHIMI CHA!" To late. The emerald light hits her hands and a part of Kun's saber. With that, Durii's silver hilt drops to the floor, ending the gold's sabers life for a little while. With the Sith Lord's blade flaring in and out. He knows it is worthless, and throws the saber to the side, turning it off. Before he gets back at the small furry creature, he sends Durii to the wall. After doing so, the blue aura turns to the small Ewok and sends bolts of lightning to him for catching him off guard.
"It's a good thing I'm dead, otherwise this would be embarrassing. Me, losing to an Ewok." He stares the swirled color creature in the face and laughs so loud, close by planets can hear him. Within that second Ichi and my old master gives him the go ahead. The gigantic aura continues spouting words at him, "This is your end, Monkey. You will die." Ichi throws the holocron to Durii, but before she can grab a hold of it, the Sith Lord grabs ahold of it with the force. He turns back to the swirl colored Ewok and picks up Durii's saber with the force. Before he can use it against him Durii uses the force to push the ancient Sith Lord through the wall into the infirmary.
"Mulu chi chi amono ta."
"You're right... this could end badly." The furry Ewok just lays on the ground, taking his green saber and destroying it so Kun to not use it against him. He motions the two of them to get to the infirmary as quickly as possible. Once they leave, he picks up the holocron and Durii's saber that smashed in to the wall with the force and does the same for himself. Levitating himself as slowly as he can to the infirmary. With that, Durii brings herself up the best she can without hurting her hollow hands, and heads towards the infirmary.
Within the infirmary, the dead Sith Lord looks upon me with a smile. One of the smiles that Lisko gave me when he was fighting me not too long ago. He notices two sabers on my hilts and reaches for the force and grabs my old master's saber and ignites the blue blade. It brings itself to life as the sapphire blade is emitted with a hiss snap. A quick vroom is associated to it as he aims to strike me down. However my violet saber has already sprang to life and blocks the attack at my abdomen. He continues to push the undeserving saber closer, and closer towards me, but cannot continue to budge the blade.
"WHY WON'T YOU DIE!"
"Because, bothering you is just too much fun." Within seconds the small Ewok and my love stand side to side. As they push force within to the holocron, it begins to emit a blue light that opens the dark red pyramid holocron. Exar Kun finally notices the two behind him and the light hits him so quickly, he cannot respond. He tries to absorb the aura and cannot fight against the light.
Within seconds he is sucked in and a medical droid runs over to my soon to be wife. He looks at her hands and says the same thing to her as she did to me when I entered the infirmary. With that she nods her head, allowing them to rush over towards a bed for them to fix her hands quickly. It should not be long and with that the small furry creature heads over to the station to transmit a message to Luke on Coruscant. The Ewok has always been smart enough to know what to do.
Meanwhile, within the land of the dead, there are five Jedi staring down at Exar Kun. Looking upon him with such a disdain and disgust, it is hard for the three of them not to explode. Three of them who wielded sapphire blades, one a emerald blade, and another that wielded a violet blade just as dim as mine. Each of them, hold the ancient Sith Lord down in submission without much of a problem. They stare into his eyes and he just spits back at them.
"You know I will come back, stronger than before. I will come back and beat your new Jedi." The five of them stare at each other. The smallest one, the size of Ichi gives off a remark to the most recent hazardous being of the New Republic.
"A risk we must accept, this is. Hmm?" The four other Jedi look at each other and nod their heads in agreement.
"Well, how should we dispose of him then? No sense of leaving him here." They all seem to agree with their newest arrival. The four robed Jedi look at each other. The man with his long flowing coffee hair looks down at the man who he would once consider a teacher in the force, and now, just begins to think of what would be right. The man with grey hair searches for his last pupil and what he would find as a good decision. The only black Jedi Master just looks down at him and sees what his grandson and the new Jedi have just defeated and looks at his grandson's old master.
"There are some things that our Jedi have lost through generation and generation," my grandfather continues to speak, "but this man knows many things the Jedi have lost as he fought the newest age of Jedi just now. Maybe the new Jedi are just as good as the old Jedi, and with that thought, maybe we can send one of them back." The three other Jedi look at the scruffy looking Jedi standing before them. Without his Jedi garments and his facial hair, he just stares into the eyes of his new friends and stares in a puzzled attitude.
"Mind explaining yourself... Mace?" He just stares at the Jedi Master and waits to hear him say his title. However time passes by and nothing comes out from the scruffy Jedi. Knowing full well he will not continue speaking until Kyle says something, he looks down at the Sith Lord and keeps his knees bent and himself low to the ground.
"So, you know any powers to bring a person back from the dead?" He shakes his head, and places his hand over the Sith Lord's head. Beginning to look into everything that has happened through his life, searching every single part of his body to see if there is a trace of the lie that will bring him back to the living. As he continues to search, he is already doing what he was looking for. The two bodies continue to fade away, one going beyond death's realm, and the other going back to where he once lived.
All four Jedi say something to Kyle for him to tell their closest friends and family members in order for them to not seem like they don't care about them. To show them that even beyond death, they care for their family. That they care for their lives, that they care to bring back someone who deserves life more than they do, and still remember to bring some words and justice to the lives that are still living. After their words are spoken, the scruffy Jedi Master is gone.
"Begun, the New Jedi Order has."
Meanwhile within the infirmary, the red holocron opens up and Ichi has already returned. Using the force to drag his old master's saber to his hands and ignites the blade. My love and I are lying on separate beds, but next to each other are looking at what is appearing before us. We could not believe it, the man who we thought was gone forever, that was never to come back again has.
"U...lu chi?"
"Kyle!" My love cannot say anything, but salt water is running down the sides of her cheeks. There is nothing that is more beautiful to her than seeing the force show us new tricks, show us the rebirth of a person after so much wrong has been brought when it feels nothing has been put right. The small Ewok turns off the blue saber and floats into his old master's arms, throwing his arms around his. He just laughs with his chuckle and brings his eyes from side to side.
"Alright, alright, I'm not dead anymore, so let's get back home." None of answer him and he just looks at us blankly. As he feels the force to see if there is a ship left within the hangars, he notices that his ship is still docked within the hangar and gives his smirky smile. As he looks at us he notices that it will take some time before my love and I will be able to leave.
"Kyle..."
"I know, I know Jaden. Ichi and I'll take the Raven's Claw back to Coruscant. Once we're there, we'll send a transmission so Luke will send a shuttle to pick you two up." The small Ewok corrects him on that and my old master says, "Nevermind then, just head out when you're healed. We're heading to Coruscant."
"Thanks," my bride to be answers, "our ride left us."
"No, he didn't leave us honey. A bigger ship left, and I'm sure Trivas is on his way to intercept it." With that Kyle just stares at me blankly. Ichi and Durii already know, but they've been alive enough and long enough to know what I mean. As the floating medical droid with its two arms continues to burn my arm back onto me, I slap myself in the head with my good arm.
"Okay, who the kriff is Trivas, and what ship did he go after."
"The Inquisition a Victory Class Star Destroyer," I retort and continue, "apparently my old apprentice had struck a deal with the Imperial Remnant to try and retake Coruscant. If they are outside New Republic space right now, especially Coruscant, they might erupt another war." Kyle just nods his head and rushes the small Ewok towards his ship. I know Kyle is not going to give us a good bye, but I can feel a few words emanating through the force to me from him.
Your grandfather says he is proud of you, and loves you, and wishes that he could see you right now.
With that, I hope these are the last tears I shed for a long time now. Durii is finally finished as her has are healed and she runs over and begins to hold my right hand. As she sees me cry, she lets out tears herself, knowing full and well why I am crying. She grabs ahold of me and is not letting go. There is nothing more important than being with me from hearing that, nothing more important to hear that being the last Windu and the supposed last Windu is so proud of me, that it does not matter whether or not a galaxy could be destroyed. It is the fact I got to hear from my true family for the first time. That I got to hear from my grandfather, and with that, the only thing that is important is for my love to be with me.
"He's watched you, you've made things right. You're not just any Jedi," she grabs ahold of the saber from my hilt and places it into my right hand and I begin to clench it tightly, as she finally says the last words of her sentence to me, "you're a Windu." As she says it, we both let out a final tear that hits the hilt of my saber, and I know that I've done what is right. That unlike my grandfather, I finished what I started. I sought to stop a Sith Lord, only to find that he could never return, and instead of dying, I lived. Just as my grandfather, Mace Windu intended, I lived my bouts and am the Jedi my grandfather, and my lover see me as. I am Jedi Master Windu, and now, the last of the Windus.