Chapter 4
The red-robed guard rushed into the room, bowing towards his dark master.
"Your Majesty, we have a report on the Imperial base on Byss!"
The tyrant rose from his throne and slowly made his way towards the guard, and the exit.
So...you encountered my little...experiments. I hope you survive...
A dark chuckle filled the air, a chuckle so threatening that even the most strong-willed individual will tremble.
Starkiller dodged, blocked, and did whatever he could against the Zabrak apprentice. His use of the seventh lightsaber form and Tëras Käsi matched that of a simulation in his former companion, PROXY.
Except this is no practice... the apprentice thought, this is the actual opponent.
Maul leaped into the air, spinning his doublesaber around and furiously hacking and slashing at the apprentice, who was overwhelmed, even with his advanced Force abilities.
Starkiller fell backwards, unleashing a wave of Force energy against his opponent, and landed on his feet with lightsaber ignited. He charged forward, flying into the deadly spinning blades, which met with his lightning-infused blade. Seeing a vulnerable point, his metal gauntlet pierced his abdomen, causing him to fly backwards.
Maul was now coughing out blood, but Starkiller did not stop there. His lightsaber flew towards and impaled the apprentice in the same area where he was hit. He followed that up with a large blast of Force lightning which tore Maul into shreds and a Force blast forced him into the walls and through the other rooms, as a lightning-infused explosion followed.
Starkiller stood up, caught his breath, just as another opponent was waiting. A red lightsaber flew across the room and hit the wall. The blade then pulled out of the wall and into the hands of a young man, and did a sweeping strike which caused the apprentice to leap.
His new opponent was very different from Maul. He was much younger, with disheveled hair and a scar on his right eye.
His strike...that scar...the anger in his eyes...there's no doubt about it...
Very little have known the fate of Anakin Skywalker after the attack on the Jedi Temple. Some believed he disappeared, whilst others believed he was killed.
Which may as well be true now...
From a certain point of view, Starkiller was fighting his master once more, but this time it was more intense, as he soon discovered.
The former Jedi charged forward and made strikes against him, fighting as furiously as Starkiller had imagined. He leaped over his head and continued the attack from behind.
Starkiller was overwhelmed; he barely had time to look until he attacked again, causing him to quickly raise his weapon for defense. Analyzing his attacks, he was eventually able to disarm him, though his opponent didn't seem concerned. In fact, he raised his right hand and landed a devastating blow against his chest.
Despite his injury, his charged forward, and attacked, though the former Jedi didn't seem concerned at all, and continuously hammering against him with his right hand. When it came time for Starkiller to land a blow with his lightsaber, the blade was caught mid-blow by the opponent's right hand. The hilt was forced out of his hand and smashed against his abdomen.
However, his arm was feeling extreme pain, and was forced to drop the weapon. Starkiller raised a fist and punched, was blocked by his right hand, and the armored, bladed gauntlet continued forward, piercing the durasteel shell and shattering the servamotors within it. He then called forth two lightsabers, with which he amputated both of the arms and proceeded to stab him.
"Impressive..."
He turned around, and noticed another shadowed figure.
That voice...it's so familiar...and so unfamiliar...
A glowing blade protruded from his fist as he stepped out of the shadow, and the face and identity of his opponent caused a surprised look on the apprentice's masked face.