A Jedi's Victory

by Furine Panpasu Kitsuchi

The reverse of A Sith's Victory. Set in the eyes of the Sith apprentice, the code of the Jedi brings the down fall of the Dark side in this story. I own nothing but the characters.

There is no emotion; there is peace.

I smiled as the hiss of my light saber snapped his eyes open. I knew his meditation would be his weakest period to attack. I hurled my light saber at him, the red blade giving the benefit of concealing gloom. I darted forward a few steps before my weapon was back in hand. He rolled to the right, drawing his own light saber. The tranquil blue light illuminated his slim toned body. His hair was a long golden color dyed the calming blue of his weapon, and his eyes were like smooth pools of peace. I rushed him for the advantage, my weapon sliding for his shoulder. He slid back easily, pushing my blade aside. I snarled and pressed again, my weapon darting forward in a flurry. His sword spun effortlessly as he twirled to block each attack, grinding his blade against the last one and pushing me back.

"I'm glad you've come for justice Lord Malfurious, the time of the Sith will finally close."

There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.

I frowned at his preparedness, and blinked as he charged forward. I met his blade, and nearly tripped as he pulled back, ready for another strike. I spun, regaining my balance to deflect his blow, and pulled back for the next. He moved with a cold fluidity, his sword moving precisely. I moved with my fury, letting the anger drive my saber to deflect his blows. His sword whirled upward, and I slid back, my sword rising to block his downward stroke. We pulled apart a moment after the exchange and each froze at the hiss of the door opening. In stepped the beautiful senator Alea. Our eyes snapped back to each other, and a look of determination glowed in his eyes. "Step aside," He said evenly, and I grinned.

There is no passion; there is serenity.

My hand snapped toward the door, slamming them closed with the force before I lunged back into the fray. He turned to his left, batting me and my light saber into over balance. With a simple pivot he had his back to the senator and his saber in my way. "This is where your justice shall lie," he said with a finality that enraged me. I advanced on him with my rage, my blade snapping forward jerkily as I struggled to let it guide my actions. His sword twirled like a falling flower, deflecting each attack with a precision and ease that could only be due to fore sight of our battle. I growled out my frustration, twirling my sword to dart forward for another try. He snapped it aside, and twirled his blade to draw it up as he stepped forward. I almost gasped as he severed the head of my light saber off. The red glow of my weapon was extinguished, and I was naked to the serene blue glow of his.

There is no death; there is the Force.

I backed away, and he leveled his light saber at me. "Your justice has come Sith apprentice," he said, and I hissed. My hands darted up, lightning jumping from my out stretched fingers towards him. He twisted his saber to absorb it, closing his eyes the barest of moments. With that I flew across the room, landing hard on my back. Before I knew what was happening, his saber was below my neck, and I could feel the power of the force around me, smothering me in the light side. I could no more touch the dark side of the force than I could deflect his saber with my hand. With that the door opened, and in trooped the local security force. The gloom lifted from the room as I was escorted from the room still almost suffocating in the light side of the force. The last I saw before the prisons was him bowing to the senator, assuring her that nothing would go wrong any more on the trip.