Chapter 3: Malachor
2 and a half months later….
Quest completed: The Old Man on the Hill
Survive 2 to 3 months of training under your taskmaster of a grandfather.
Rewards: 20,000 points, 3 Uncommon Item Boxes, bonus to your HP, Krask Ordo's respect.
Bonus points will be awarded upon completion based on feats preformed during the course of the quest.
I guess that means that they're finally done messing with the ship, right Oz?
Seems like it.
With that notification waking me up, I removed myself from my bunk and brushed my hand through my hair. My hair was still short, but it was no longer that ridiculous buzzcut the slaves got back on Nar Shadda. I also no longer looked sickly, now that I had been eating decent food regularly.
Calculating bonus points…..
1,000 points for claiming Rook's spot as the best combatant in your age group
In total, you now have 99,925 points!
Honestly, I got more points from completing the Akaanir Quests over and over again than from the Old Man on the Hill. Rook was serious when she said that she intended to challenge me over and over again. She wasn't the only one I fought but she was definitely the one I fought the most.
While 99,925 points is nothing to scoff at it's still not enough for a Peerless upgrade. Once again, I need a better way to get points. But with the ship supposedly ready today it'll finally be time to put my schemes into motion.
I started off my day in the Mandalorian Enclave as I have every day these past 2 months. Wake up, train, eat, and fight. Life was simple that way. The guy I was fighting right now was pretty simple too. He was another kid from our age group whose name I hadn't bothered to learn who thought that he would earn some clout by beating me. SPOILERS! It wasn't working out so well for him. I was only half paying attention to him to be honest. Instead, I spent the fight wondering when my grandfather would finally approach to inform me about the ship being finished. If the ship was done, then it was only a matter of time.
With a swift haymaker to the temple, my opponent stumbled back a bit before collapsing unconscious.
"Clean up on aisle 4," I chuckled as a few other Mandalorian kids dragged their unconscious friend away.
Quest Completed: Akaanir (Repeatable)
Spar with your fellow Mandalorians.
Rewards: 1,000 points per victory and increased standing with members of the Mandalorian Enclave.
You now have 100,952 points!
Nice.
Just as I was about to walk away, a familiar voice called out to me, stopping me in my tracks.
"KAZAKIN!" Rook shouted as she barged through a group of other young Mandalorians to enter the dueling circle. "YOU! ME! REMATCH! NOW!"
"Fine. I got a few minutes to spare," I smirked as I raised my fists in readiness. Rook, as usual, had her own eager grin on her face as she took a fighting stance I hadn't seen from her before. She was hungry not just for battle but for a challenge. I'd be lying if I said she hadn't improved by leaps and bounds since I got here. She seemed to genuinely enjoy having someone she could work towards beating. Almost like a rival.
"Here we go again," Denaar and Valkia sighed simultaneously. Speaking of which, Valkia had become okay with a blaster since we got here. She wasn't going to be a markswoman anytime soon and she was still lacking in CQC, but it was a step up from where she was when we arrived. Like me, she looked a lot healthier since we got here and her hair had also grown out into short blonde curls.
"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to stop you right there," Krask called us as he emerged from the usual crowd that gathered around the dueling circles. "My bu'ad and I need to have a word."
"Fine," Rook mutter as she petulantly kicked a pebble away. I could've used an extra thousand points, but I am also very eager to get to Malachor so I fell into step behind the old man.
"You're probably wondering what I wanted to talk about?" Krask began as we started walking towards where the Mantis was still parked.
"The ship's ready, isn't it?"
"….. Damn jetii powers," Krask grumbled, shaking his head. "But yes, the upgrades have been installed and it's now a proper vessel worthy of a Mandalorian. After all, we go for quality over quantity."
"How soon can I leave?"
"Eager, eh? What? Don't want to spend any more time with your ba'buir? This old man too boring for you, adiik?" my grandfather bemoaned sarcastically.
"You know it's not like that," I cut him off as I rolled my eyes. "The sooner I get a handle on these powers the better."
"Fair enough," Krask shrugged as we approached the Mantis. It was still clearly recognizable, but it had also undergone various modifications to nearly all its systems. Most of these modifications seemed to range somewhere between lethal to probably illegal. Though the change that hadn't gained my immediate attention due to its unimportance was the Mando'a word 'Gra'tua' painted onto the hull.
"'Vengeance?'" I translated with a raised eyebrow.
"Aye. A proper ship needs a proper name," Krask explained as he gestured to the ship. "The Gra'tua is yours. Take care of her while you're on this journey you claim you need to take."
"I will," I declared with a salute.
"Good. Now go pack what you need and get out of here before I change my mind," Krask grumbled before giving me a hard look. "And remember, bu'ad: If you refuse to come home after this little quest is done, I'll come find you and drag your sorry ass back the Enclave."
45 minutes later….
I had no intention of seeing if my grandfather would actually change his mind on letting me go so, after equipping my black robes over the armor I'd acquired back on Nal Hutta (although I'd decided to leave the helmet behind), I had packed the ship as quickly as I could running back and forth a few times between the prefab house I'd been staying at and the ship. Now I was running back to the ship with the final piece of cargo I had to load.
"PUT ME DOWN, KAZ! "Valkia protested, flailing as I held her up over my head and ran to the ship much to the confusion of any Mandalorian who happened to observe my antics. "I can't believe I'd gotten used to you acting like an almost normal person!"
"NO!" was my elegant reply as I tossed her into the cargo hold like a sack of potatoes. Are there potatoes in space? Eh, I'm getting sidetracked.
"Is she okay?" a nearby Mandalorian who was working on fixing his starfighter's engines inquired.
"Yeah, yeah. She's just being stubborn," I replied dismissively before sealing the Gra'tua's airlock behind me. "Alright Val, time to get a move on."
"I don't even know what we're doing!" Valkia complained as she started following me up the stairs to the cockpit like a lost puppy. "You haven't told me anything! You just barged into the mess tent, grabbed me, and ran through the Enclave carrying me like a lunatic! I should've known you were up to something the moment you walked in with that creepy smile on your face."
"I had my reasons," I replied as I took the pilot's seat. I wasn't even lying. My reasons were that I wanted to hurry up and aggravating Valkia will never cease to amuse me. Of course, I don't think she'd be happy with those reasons so I decided to steer the conversation away from that. "We're going on a trip to help me with my control over the Force."
"The what?"
"The space magic the jedi use," I said exasperatedly as I got us in the air. "C'mon, we've been over this."
"Oh, right. Well, why did you have to bring me?"
"Because there's no one else I can depend on for this. Besides, we're partners, right?"
"Oh! Um…. Of course we are!" Valkia seemed surprised at my flattery before puffing herself up and looking proud. "But partners should tell each other what they're doing before just running off and doing it!"
"I'll keep that in mind," I rolled my eyes as we entered hyperspace. "We got a few hours before we arrive. Wanna play more dejarik?"
"No way. You're a sore loser," Valkia declined just before we each heard a thump from the cargo hold. "What was that?"
"I heard it too," I frowned as we made our way back downstairs. Upon inspecting the cargo hold I noticed that were a few crates that were out place. With a casual amount of using the Force, I immediately sensed that there were an additional two humanoid lifeforms that had stowed away on the ship. One was hiding in one of the crates while the other wasn't trying to hide at all and was looking around in the lounge. Both of these presences felt familiar too. So, with a sigh, I kicked the occupied crate over and sent its occupant sprawling to the ground.
"OW! Kaz! You could of just told me to come out," Rook moped as she picked herself up and at about the same time, Denaar stepped into the room.
"What are you guys doing here?" I inquired, genuinely confused. It's only okay when I do things that don't make any sense!
"Are you kidding?" Rook scoffed with an excited look on her face. "You two are going on an adventure and think you can just leave your vode out on the fun? No way! Besides, things at the Enclave are boring anyway and there's nothing else to do."
"What about you, Denaar?" I asked.
"I'm just here to make sure that Rook doesn't do anything stupid," he shrugged. "I was going to drag her out with me when she snuck onto the ship, but I couldn't find her before you took off so I guess we're just along for the ride now."
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!" Valkia cut in, her attention squarely on Denaar. "You're saying that you only followed Rook to try to keep her from getting into a bizarre situation and ended up getting dragged along into her nonsense?"
"Basically."
Valkia stared at him with a strange look in her eyes before turning her gaze to Rook, to me, and finally back to Denaar.
"Sithspit, it's strange seeing this from the outside."
"Right. Well, it looks like we're all stuck with each other for now," I spoke up partially to keep Valkia from following that line of thought. "Who wants to play dejarik?"
"I do!" Rook cheered.
"Why not?" Denaar shrugged.
"Looks like you've been outvoted, Val," I smirked.
Valkia's response was a groan of suffering that should only be made by middle aged people going through an existential crisis. I, of course, cackled at her misery.
I'm such a good friend.
POV: 3rd Person
Yoda sighed as he ended the holocall with the Dark Woman and Master Baltrann. The news, or lack thereof, he'd received from the duo of jedi had been disheartening. When they'd first contacted him during the first week of the investigation, they had made some progress and were confident they would soon have more but they hadn't gotten anywhere ever since. It was as if the Sith had vanished into thin air. There just weren't any clues as to where the dark sider went after fleeing Nal Hutta. The lack of information about the Sith they had was admittedly disappointing, but the Jedi Grandmaster was saddened by the news of what had happened on Nar Shadda. So many dead. So many lives ruined. Even if it was a hive of hedonism and crime, the people who lived there didn't deserve that! The old Grandmaster felt an uncharacteristic spike of anger for a moment before he released it into the Force with practiced ease and made to leave his chambers.
He needed to take his mind off this whole affair for now. Yoda started to slowly make his way through the venerated halls of the Temple and would occasionally wave or nod to fellow jedi who greeted him, but he was still lost in his own morbid thoughts. Perhaps teaching the younglings would help soothe his soul. Speaking of younglings…..
A nine-year-old. The Hutts were holding a nine-year-old boy responsible for all that death and destruction. It was madness. He agreed with Kuro and Baltrann, the former slave boy was likely a pawn of the Sith used to destabilize the situation in Hutt Space and serve as a scapegoat so that the foul servant of the Darkside could continue to operate largely unnoticed. Now his jedi were in a race against time. With the bounty the Hutts had placed on the boy's head, countless bounty hunters would start searching for him expecting that a child couldn't fight back and would result in an easy payday.
Assuming they could find him of course.
If Masters Baltrann and Kuro couldn't find the boy before the bounty hunters then their chances of getting information from him about the Sith would evaporate and the Jedi Order would be left without any leads to follow. With that said, finding the boy was proving to be difficult. After the terrorist attack on Nal Hutta, he'd seemingly vanished into thin air and the trail had gone cold. The jedi in the field were looking for any scrap of information that might put them back on his trail but with no success thus far.
"Master Yoda?" a familiar voice called out from behind him. One he had not heard in quite some time.
"Dooku, my old padawan," Yoda greeted as he turned to face the trio of men who had approached from behind him with a warm smile on his face, happy to see his old friend had emerged from his seclusion. Standing with Dooku were Senator Sheev Palpatine and Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas. Palpatine and Sifo-Dyas gave polite smiles to the ancient Grandmaster while Dooku maintained his stern gaze. "Gladdened to see you, I am."
"Yes, I apologize for my distance these past few years. I have been….. adjusting," Dooku replied stiffly. Yoda's smile dimmed slightly as he was well aware that his old padawan had spending more time away from his fellow jedi save for a select few and spent time he wasn't away from the Order criticizing the Council. It had been like this ever since what happened on Galidraan. Still, at least Dooku was speaking to him again. That would be enough of an improvement for now. "I have been speaking with Master Sifo-Dyas and Senator Palpatine. They believe that they could help with our current… issues."
"Oh?" Yoda was not particularly pleased by this. Sifo-Dyas was all well and good but Palpatine? A Senator? The exact group of people they were trying to keep out of this?
"I confess that I don't know the details," Palpatine interjected smoothly. "However, Master Dooku has informed that the Jedi Order is looking for someone and that it is imperative that you find him. As the Guardians of Peace and Justice for the Republic, I would be delighted to assist you if I can."
"I thought it would be best if we received some outside help," Sifo-Dyas added. "You may recall the instances where I warned you of my visions about the return of the Sith, the fall of the Jedi, and a great war. I believe that the time of reckoning may be upon us and if it is then the Jedi Order on its own may not be enough."
"Hmm…."
"I assure you Master Jedi, anything that is shared here will remain just between us," Palpatine promised with a palm over his chest. "I will not ask why you are searching for this individual nor will I inform any of my colleagues. I would merely keep an ear out for any news that might be helpful to you. One hears many things in the hall of the Senate."
"Very well, appreciate your offer I do," Yoda relented. "A rogue Force user we seek. Behind the chaos in Hutt Space, we believe he is."
"I don't suppose you have any information that can lead us to this villain?" Palpatine inquired.
"I'm afraid not," Sifo-Dyas replied, thankful that Yoda was permitting the Senator's involvement. "We have a pair of jedi searching for clues but there is very little to go on."
"Indeed. The only information we have managed to acquire is that the mastermind behind these terrorist attacks is using a young man as his scapegoat. The coward," Dooku added with a snort of disdain. "Furthermore, it seems that the Hutts have fallen for this ruse."
"His name and appearance we have, but not much else," Yoda sighed. "A nine-year-old half-echani named Kazakin. A bioscan of him we have if an image of him you desire."
"Thank you, Master Yoda," Palpatine said with a polite bow. "I assure you that if I find any information regarding this young man's whereabouts, I will inform the Jedi Council immediately."
"It is we who should be thanking you, Senator," Dooku spoke up. "I hope that by exchanging information and working together we might be able to expedite this process."
That had gone rather well.
Sidious kept his face friendly and unassuming with practiced ease but on the inside he was grinning evilly. None of the Temple Guards he walked by as he made his way down the opulent steps that led to the Jedi Temple sensed the bubbling darkness within him. They never would. Not until it was too late that is.
He would be sure to keep the foolish jedi in the loop to a degree, but the important thing to come out of this was that he would have an ear to the ground on how the jedi were progressing in their investigation and he'd be in a perfect position to filter the information they receive.
By keeping an eye on the investigation he'd be able to gather information on his potential replacement for Maul. This boy, Kazakin, would lead him to this other Sith who would be his apprentice or a rival to be disposed of. Sidious was also curious about this other Sith Order. Were one of the Sith with Skere Kaan somehow able to escape the Thought Bomb on Ruusan back when Darth Bane first established the Rule of Two? Or perhaps this was a Sith Order that predated the Brotherhood of Darkness? An Order that traced its origins back the age of the Sith Triumvirate or Darth Vitiate's Sith Empire perhaps?
He should confer with his master, Darth Plagueis, when he had the chance.
So many unanswered questions and so much speculation. Sidious gazed at the hologram of this young boy with a shaved head as he boarded his personal shuttle and his chauffer flew him back to 500 Republica. An odd thought crossed his mind as he stared at this boy, the key to all his answers. Within those eyes he saw malicious mirth and cruel cunning. These were qualities that were valued by the Sith. Perhaps this Sith he'd sensed already had an apprentice? Perhaps this Kazakin was more than a simple servant after all?
POV: Kazakin
"This game is fuckin rigged," I grumbled as I watched Denaar and Valika, the last two who were in the game, continue their dejarik match. They were both pretty good whereas I wasn't. This was the eighth round and I, coincidentally enough, was the first to lose eight times in a row.
Why can't people in Star Wars just play chess or poker or something?
"Yeah! In what universe does a Rancor lose to an Acklay?" Rook pouted; her arms crossed and sitting next to me.
"Preach, sister," I added, prompting Rook to give me a fist bump.
"That's not the point of the game, Rook," Denaar responded without taking his eyes off the board. Thankfully, I was able to remove myself from this frustrating conversation at the sound of the hyperdrive deactivating. This meant either something had gone horribly wrong and we were all about to die or that we'd arrived at our destination and had come out of hyperspace.
At this point I'd be relieved if either of those events came to pass. But based off the fact that we were all still alive I could make an educated guess which was more likely.
"Alright we're here," I announced as I removed myself from my comfortable seat and started making my way to the cockpit. "I'll take us in."
"I'll come with you," Rook declared as started following me. After we made it to the cockpit, and took the pilot and copilot seats, Rook spoke up again. "Say, you never mentioned where we're going."
"Right, I guess I didn't," I mused. "Welcome to the Malachor system."
"What?" Rook's eyes went wide as she stared at me almost in awe. "The Malachor system? The same place where Revan defeated Mandalore the Ultimate?"
"Yup. You can see what's left of Malachor V over there," I chuckled as I motioned towards the cracked remains of the planet that had been destroyed by the Mass Shadow Generator and Meetra Surik. I could feel the Wound in the Force as if it were death's caress even from here despite the fact that we were going nowhere near it. "It's cool and all, but we're heading to Malachor III."
There was a Wound in the Force there too, though nowhere near as serious as that sensation coming from Malachor V.
"I've heard of that place," Rook said, frowning in concentration as she tried to recall what she'd heard. "Some sort of battle between the jetii and the darjetii, right? Something went wrong and wiped out all life on the planet."
"Something like that," I replied as I brought us into Malachor III's orbit. "Happened about 300 years before the Great Galactic War."
"So, why are we here?"
"Don't worry about it," was my clever response as we finally landed. My response, shockingly, did not impress Rook so I decided to throw her a bone. "Long story short, there's some things I'm looking for and this place should have them. You should stay with the ship and keep an eye on the nerds."
"What? I came here for an adventure and by the Resol'nare I'm gonna-"
"I have to do this alone," I lied, not willing to let Rook know about my connection to the Force. I didn't waste any more time and quickly made my way out of the ship. "Have fun with the nerd watching!"
"You're no fun!" Rook shouted after me as I made my way across Malachor's postapocalyptic wastes. I hadn't parked us far from the massive black pillars sticking out of the ground so my little journey had only taken a few minutes. I disabled Hide Darkside Corruption as I put some distance between me and the ship, allowing the yellow gleam I had kept out of my eyes for almost 3 months to return.
Upon reaching the pillars, I recalled that the Sith Temple was in an underground cavern directly below me, assuming I was remembering the events of Star Wars: Rebels correctly. I didn't plan on wasting time trying to figure out how to get down there or how these things worked so I went with the old tried and true method.
Breaking shit.
With a powerful Force Blast aimed directly at the ground I was standing on, the earth cracked open and I fell down into the hole I had created. Not interested in finding out if could take fall damage, I used the Force to grab a slab of rock that had fallen from the cavern's ceiling and pulled it underneath me, riding it like some sort of half-assed hoverboard and gently guided it to the ground below using the Force.
Sure enough, there in the distance was the large dark pyramid built by….. I forget the name of the Sith who built this place. At any rate, that's my destination! With a dash of Force Speed and an excited spring in my step I headed through the ash filled cavern in the direction of the pyramid until I finally came across one of the spots I was looking for.
Before me was what appeared to be an ancient battlefield littered with the petrified, almost statue-like, remains of countless Jedi and Sith. This macabre scene was the result of the superweapon misfiring due to the interference of the Jedi Order and wiping out all life on this planet instead of the target planet. With a grin on my face, I started brushing aside the ashes that covered the floor in search of the one thing any Star Wars fan would desire: a lightsaber.
It didn't take long to find one, after all there were dozens of dead Sith and Jedi in this one area alone, and with an excited grin I activated the ancient weapon. The grin slipped from my face, however, when it turned out to be blue. Worse, it had one of those stupid crossguards that were introduced in the Sequel Trilogy. With an unsatisfied huff I threw the stupid thing behind me and started rummaging around for another one. One after another I would find a lightsaber, turn it on, and if it wasn't red I would toss it behind my back into a pile of rejects.
Blue. Green. Purple. Blue. Blue. Green. Yellow. Green. Blue. Green. Blue. Green. Green. Purple. Green. Red. Blue- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!
I scrambled back to the reject pile and swiftly retrieved the red lightsaber I had thrown into because I hadn't been paying attention. With a giddy smile, I reactivated the magnificent weapon. A luminescent red blade roared to life from the emitter, hungry for battle. It still had one of those stupid crossguards, but beggars can't be choosers. One day I'll get around to building my own lightsaber instead of having to use the weapon of some random dead dude.
"Oh well," I shrugged before deactivating the weapon and clipping it to my utility belt. "It's still cool and it'll do for now."
With no further reasons to delay, I proceeded on my way to the massive black pyramid.
POV: 3rd Person
Jedi Knight Shost Riin awoke groggily from his slumber. He'd only gotten 5 hours of sleep until he was awoken by that incessant beeping. The Kel Dor in his half-asleep state had tried to ignore it at first and continue to sleep, but eventually he realized that it was the sound of the planetary sensor alarm that had been set up by the Jedi Order in collaboration with the Galactic Republic ages ago. It didn't take him long to review the security logs and discover that a single ship had breached the Malachor III restricted space.
"Not again," he groaned. This happened every now and then. Occasionally, pirates or looters would trespass on this planet in search of Sith artifacts to sell on the black market or to hide away from Republic law enforcement on the uninhabited world. Shost found them to be irritants that were quickly driven off. All he usually had to do was pilot his speeder over to their location, which was usually the old Sith Temple due to the nonexistent ancient riches pirates thought were hidden there, wave his lightsaber around scaring them off, and then return to his studies. He'd only been met with aggressive resistance twice.
Just as well though, Shost wasn't a fighter. While it was true that he was a Jedi Knight, he was a historian at heart. He was good at archeology and investigation rather than lightsaber combat or delving into the inner mysteries of the Force. His time as a padawan was mostly spent up to his neck in research in the Jedi Archives. During that time, he developed a friendship with Jocasta Nu as she delighted in aiding him. Upon earning Knighthood, he asked to be charged with overseeing Malachor III in order to study the conflict that occurred there between the Jedi and the Sith and the mysterious circumstances that led to its conclusion.
"I really don't want to deal with these guys right now," Shost grumbled as he dressed himself in his traditional jedi robes and equipped his lightsaber. "I'd rather return to my research. Oh well, my duty as a Jedi Knight comes first."
With his equipment gathered and his mood still slightly sour, he made his way onto his speeder bike and sped off in the direction of the interlopers.
"Hopefully this won't take too long."
Rook was bored. When she stowed away on Kazakin's ship, she was expecting an adventure facing off against wild beasts or those gangsters that she'd heard about from Valkia. Instead, she was sitting on the ramp of the ship staring out into a barren wasteland, bored out of her mind. With a childish groan, Rook decided that if she as going to sit here on her ass doing nothing then she might as well have something to snack on while she waited.
As Rook reentered the ship and started making her way to what passed as a kitchen to grab some food, she heard the nerds still going at it. Based off the raised voices, it seemed that their game had finally ended or was about to.
"That was fun, you're really good at this Valkia," Denaar said as he and Valkia entered the kitchen just as Rook started to eat some sort of writhing tentacles. She didn't exactly know what the hell she was eating but she liked how it would bleed a little every time she bit into it.
"It's nice to have an opponent that doesn't throw a tantrum when he loses for once," Valkia quipped before turning to Rook. "Hey Rook, where's Kaz? Shouldn't we be landing soon?"
"How sucked into that game were you two? We landed over an hour ago," Rook replied, neglecting to swallow the food she was still munching on. "Kaz already left the ship to go look for… whatever the kriff it is he's looking for."
"…. Are you telling me you left Kazakin unsupervised?" Valkia inquired, a slightly panicked look on her face.
"I guess? Whatever. He's tough he'll be able to handle himself." Rook shrugged. "What's the big deal?"
"But he's completely insane!" Valkia exclaimed, hysteria seeping into her voice "If he goes anywhere near civilization, he's going to blow something up! Or start a riot! Or destroy a city! Or get the law to start chasing us! Or-"
"Threaten me with a good time," Rook muttered, cutting Valkia off. "But that's not gonna happen. This planet is completely uninhabited anways."
"Oh, thank god."
"You still haven't mentioned where we are," Denaar noted with a raised eyebrow.
"Malachor," Rook replied before burping. Denaar's eyes widened slightly while Valkia just looked confused.
"I haven't heard of Malachor before. Is it important?" Valkia inquired.
"….. Do you want to tell her or should I?"
POV: Kazakin
"….. Who the hell designed this place?"
Here I was standing at the edge of a large platform before a massive gap that led down into the depths of the planet. On the other side of the gap was the holocron I wanted to retrieve. It was too far for me to jump that distance so I would need another means of reaching it.
"Seriously, who thought this was a good idea? Every time you need to check with the damned thing you have to get across this big-ass hole in the ground every damn time. God forbid it slips out of your pocket or something while you're getting across and it falls into the pit," I continued to grumble to myself. "Alright, enough bitching. How am I gonna do this?"
In the Star Wars Rebels cartoon, I recall it being a two-man job with one jumping and the other using the Force to give their partner the boost they needed to cross the gap safely. It was Maul and... uh... the kid with the big nose. I forget his name. He whined and I wasn't really invested in the show the way I was with the Clone Wars. Unfortunately, I'm on my own and I don't know any other Force users. I already tried using the Force on the holocron itself, but whatever that weird pedestal its encased in is blocking the Force from reaching it. I'll need to physically grab it.
As stupid as the design of this place is, it does have me doing some mental gymnastics. Welp, if making a normal plan won't work then I'll just have to bullshit my way to victory. It's worked for me so far.
"Ah, shit. Here we go," I muttered as I started using the Force on myself, causing my body to start awkwardly levitating in the air. Commanding the Force to drag me over the pit and towards the other platform was easy. Doing so with style was apparently beyond me because I was essentially flailing around the entire time. I probably looked like an idiotic child who's somehow managed to start drowning in the shallow end of a pool despite having floaties on. After a few minutes of concentration, I finally reached the other platform and promptly dropped myself face first onto it. "Ow."
With a huff, I pulled myself to my feet and moved towards the Sith Holocron. It was red, it was triangular, and most importantly: it was shiny. Oh yeah, it was also important for me to control the Darkside and to get points. So, without further delay, I simply snatched it out of its pedestal.
"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be," I chuckled as I inspected the holocron greedily before securing it in one of the pouches on my utility belt. Of course, at that moment the platform began to shake and ascend toward the ceiling where there was some sort of mechanism spewing some very painful-looking lightning everywhere. "Me and my fat fucking mouth."
With the platform getting closer and closer to the unfriendly looking zappy thing, I used to the grappling hook attachment I'd gotten for my WESTAR during my time at the Enclave and fired it at the wall of the other platform before swinging across the gap like I was Indiana Jones. Due to my new elevated position as a result of the platform rising, this was much easier than floating myself across like an idiot.
"Alright, that's 2 out of 3 of my objectives achieved, just one last thing before I leave," I grinned as I stared up at the top of the pyramid and the ominous red glow emanating from it. "Time to get a metric fuck-ton of points."
POV: 3rd Person
"And ever since then, the Mandalorian Clans have never rekindled the glory of that age under Mandalore the Ultimate," Denaar said, finishing his history lesson that might've have strayed just a bit from the original topic.
"….. Okay, but why did Kaz bring us here?" Valkia inquired from the wall she was leaning on.
"Oh, I have no idea," Denaar shrugged. "Did he tell you anything Rook?"
"Not really, he was pretty vague about it," Rook shrugged. "He just said that he was looking for something and that he would find it here."
"Well, that's just maddeningly unhelpful," Denaar sighed. "Valkia, you know him better than the rest of us. Do you have any ideas as to why he brought us here?"
"Hmm… Well, you mentioned that Malachor III was the site of an ancient battle between the Sith and the Jedi," Valkia mused. "Kaz mentioned that he had their abilities to me a while back. Mayber he's here for something that'll help him get stronger?"
Valkia winced as Rook's fist slammed into the wall right next to her head and her companions were suddenly right in front of her with an intense look in their eyes.
"Valkia," Rook began in a voice that was almost too calm. "What do you mean that Kazakin has the abilities of the jetii?"
"Uh, well, he can use the Force like they do," Valkia answered shakily. "He used it to help us escape slavery a few months ago but he hasn't really been showing off with it ever since we came to the Encla- … oh."
"He's been hiding this from us the entire time," Denaar mused.
"Is it that bad? It's not like he's hurt anyone. At least, not recently," Valkia added while slowly slinking lower to the ground.
"That's not the problem Val!" Rook shouted as she backed away from the scared girl and started pacing back and forth. "You're not Mando'ade! You don't know the stories! The last time a Mandalorian mastered the jetii powers and started swinging a lightsaber around was Tarre Vizsla! Mandalore the Jedi! If Kazakin goes down the same path…"
"Jango Fett is gone and the only other claimant is left is the leader of Death Watch who bases his claim of his ownership of the Darksaber. When the time comes, Kazakin might be able challenge Death Watch and make a bid to become the next Mandalore by claiming the ancient weapon of Mandalore the Jedi," Denaar finished for her. "His powers would already remind other Mando'ade of the glorious age we had under Tarre Vizsla. He hails from the same ancient clan as Mandalore the Preserver. If he is able to prove himself and reunite the clans…."
"This could change everything," Rook continued, practically vibrating with excitement. "With the clans reforged under a new Mandalore, Mando'ade from all over the galaxy would answer his call in accordance with the Resol'nare!"
"With Kazakin being a believer in the ways of the True Mandalorians, it would mean a return to the old ways," Denaar, who had a grin growing on his face, was now talking to himself more than anyone else. "Most of Death Watch and maybe even some of the New Mandalorians would flock to his banner."
"It would mean war," Rook declared, a feral grin of her own spreading across her face. "Perhaps a return to the age of the Mandalorian Wars when we invaded the Republic!"
Valkia was becoming more and more disturbed by where this conversation was going. As she understood it, Mandalore was the name of their culture's homeworld but was also the title of essentially their warrior king. Rook and Denaar seemed to think that Kazakin had the potential to fill that role. Crazy, childish, destructive Kazakin. As far as Valkia was concerned, having Kazakin in any position of power would be a nightmare for the entire galaxy. Having Kazakin as basically the leader of all Mandalorians would end in a galaxywide bloodbath.
"Hold up," Rook spoke up as she noticed a beeping sound coming from a nearby console. "The ship's sensors just picked up something moving towards us at high speeds. It looks like we're not as alone on this planet as we thought."
"Right. Grab your blasters and head outside," Denaar ordered as he unholstered two pistols. "Let's give our guest a proper Mandalorian welcome."
"Why me..." Valkia moaned.
POV: Kazakin
"Fucking finally," I smirked as I approached the obelisk at the top of the pyramid. It was all nice and Sithy as a proper Sith Temple should be. Within the obelisk was a section clearly meant for the holocron to be placed in. I wasn't one for hesitating, so I quickly slotted that sucker in. A few moments later, lightning began to shoot out of the obelisk arcing up towards the ceiling.
"Who comes forward?" a female voice emanating from the holocron demanded.
"Kazakin Ordo," I replied.
"Tell me Kazakin, what is that you seek?"
"Knowledge to help further my control over the Darkside."
"And do you know what knowledge is?"
"Power."
"An answer worthy of an aspiring Sith. Very well, I will aid you."
As it said that, the lightning bolts merged and solidified into a single red beam that pierced the ceiling and went into the skies above this underground temple. The air itself felt like power.
"I have been waiting. The power to destroy life is at your command!"
"And I would wield that power with glee but first I must ask: How many times can this weapon be used?" I inquired.
"Unfortunately, due to the damage done to this place by the foolish jedi, this weapon can only be fired once," the holocron answered. "After that it will take considerable time and resources to repair this place to its former glory."
I could work with that.
It was time. On my way here I'd considered several target planets I could destroy. I'd considered Endor because the fact that the Empire was beaten by a bunch of tiny bears with sticks was as irritating as it was hilarious. I'd also thought about blowing up Coruscant because I would take out Sidious, the Jedi, and the entire galactic government at the same time, sending the entire galaxy into anarchy. I didn't go through with this because that planet was an iconic location and I didn't want to blow it up at least until after I'd visited. I'm a Star Wars nerd, sue me. I'd also considered Zygerria because fuck the slavers. But in the end, I decided that I would focus on those who were already my enemies. And so…..
"Good enough," I smirked. "Target Nal Hutta. I will have vengeance upon those miserable slugs!"
"Yes! Vengeance! Never let go of your hatred, young one! Never forgive!"
I could feel the power thickening around the obelisk. I could sense the Force tensing almost as if in anticipation of what was about to happen, like a body tensing when it knew it was about to get hurt. As the beam suddenly intensified in its output, I knew that there was no going back now.
"My regards to the Great Hutt Families!" I laughed.
POV: Valkia
The others and I had been staring off in the direction of where the intruder was supposed to be coming from when that huge beam of lights erupted from the nearby temple. We all looked on speechless as the red ray of energy shot off into the stars. I may not know where it went but I had a feeling that whatever it hit wouldn't survive. I also had the sneaking suspicion that Kaz was directly responsible for this. Mere moments later, I had an unexplainable feeling that something terrible had happened.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" an unfamiliar voice screamed, causing us to turn back to see a Kel Dor in gray and light brown robes holding some kind of cylinder.
"We don't have to answer to you!" Rook snarled as she raised her blaster.
"We haven't done anything!" I cut in before this could escalate. "We've just been sitting here waiting for our friend to come back!"
"You- You're just kids!" the unknown man sputtered. "Why? Why would you be a part of this? Do you not know what you've done?"
"Why don't you enlighten us, Jedi," Denaar sneered as he and Rook placed their helmets upon their heads.
"Mandalorians. Of course," the Kel Dor seemed to confirm something before activating his cylinder, causing a blade of green light to emerge. "This wouldn't be the first time your barbaric people have caused such devastation. I thought that perhaps the galaxy had seen the end of your savagery after Galidraan."
A lightsaber! This man was a jedi! A jedi who seemed to want to kill us. Uh oh.
"You got a lot of nerve mentioning Galidraan to us," Rook growled.
"Enough. I am Shost Riin, Knight of the Jedi Order," Shost declared as he pointed his blade at us. "You will surrender and be brought before the Republic to explain yourselves. If you resist, I cannot guarantee your safety."
I opened my mouth to try to deescalate the situation but….
"Safety? HA!" Rook chortled as she and Denaar opened fire. "It's like you don't know our people at all, jedi!"
AM I THE ONLY SANE PERSON HERE!?
POV: 3rd Person
Baltrann and Kuro gasped as they watched the red beam of light streak across the sky. They had been in the Lothal system tracking a possible lead and had been on their way to the spaceport when they saw the red streak in the sky. Whatever it was, it was nowhere near them but it must've been truly massive for them to see it from several parsecs away.
They weren't the only ones to see it. All over the city people were pointing up at the sky and were screaming.
"It's the Sith. It must be!" Baltrann growled before both he and Kuro dropped to their knees as they felt a great disturbance in the Force. "Wha-what was that?"
"By the Force," Kuro gasped. "A planet. The Sith have destroyed an entire planet!"
"No," Yoda wheezed as he nearly collapsed, stopping himself from falling only thanks to his walking stick which he leaned on. Other jedi weren't so lucky. All over the Jedi Temple the jedi fell prey to this great disturbance in the Force. Younglings broke down in tears. Padawans screamed in terror. The Knights and Masters who hadn't crumbled did their best to aid their fellows, but none of them endured quite as Master Yoda did.
As deeply attuned to the Force as Yoda was, he could feel every last individual death that had just occurred. It was as if he had been buried under millions of corpses, suffocating under their weight.
All the while, the Darkside sang its insidious song of dark power. It was like a war march, the beating of drums and the ethereal singing of the ancient Sith Lords who looked on with glee from their tombs on Korriban. Its instrument was destruction and its musical voice were those of the dead.
Such a phenomenon had only occurred a few times in all of history. Each time, it marked that the Sith had returned in strength. Their power had been born anew and the Darkside had recognized its champion. Although it was already known that the Sith had returned after they exposed themselves on Nar Shadda, now it seemed that the Sith were ready. The days of hiding and waiting were over. There would be no more offering of false hope. The Sith were coming for them all. The Jedi Order, nay, the entire galaxy was in danger.
Sidious was lucky that no one had been in his office when it happened. If there had been they likely would've been disturbed to see the usually kind and well-mannered Senator from Naboo suddenly throw his head back and start cackling like a madman. His laughter was an evil and hollow thing to hear. Even with his almost perfect control over the Force, Sidious slipped for a moment and allowed the yellow gleam to enter is eyes before he banished it. This didn't put an end to his laughter though.
"Yes! You are indeed a true Sith!" Sidious laughed. "Whether you become my apprentice or my rival, I will be content to know that the future of the Sith Order is secure in the hands of one who is worthy and willing to do whatever it takes to achieve victory! Let us see which one of us topples the Jedi first! May the best Sith win!"
Plagueis smiled quietly to himself, drumming his long fingers on the arm of his chair. This other Sith was proving to be quite capable and, although this was a tad childish of the old Muun, rather entertaining. Not even 3 months after he revealed himself to the galaxy and he's already unbalanced the jedi to such a degree without even coming at them directly.
Idly, Plagueis wondered if this Sith would be agreeable to an alliance. A new Sith Triumvirate like in the days of the Old Republic. He himself would be the head of the New Triumvirate with Sidious and this unknown Sith Lord taking up the other two positions. Of course, he would have to meet this Sith first and judge him for himself.
Perhaps it was time for Hego Damask to step back into the public life once more. He could use his old connections to attempt to find this Sith. Whoever they were, they weren't a ghost. They must've left a trail and although the Veil of the Darkside blinded the Jedi Order and all others who served the Light and kept them from seeing the Sith, but fellow Sith would normally able to see each other with ease.
Normally.
Plagueis's smile dimmed slightly.
Although it was undeniable that this individual was a Sith, there was something very strange about their presence. Almost like a dead zone in the Force. To be more accurate, it was as if this individual was a Wound in the Force similar to Meetra Surik or Darth Nihilus. Plagueis had asked his apprentice to use his precognition to see the future and learn more about the unknown Sith only for it to uncharacteristically not work. The Force would tell them nothing about this individual one way or the other.
This Sith was a mystery and unlike his apprentice, Darth Plagueis did so enjoy solving a mystery.
POV: Kazakin
Partner, I know you don't want me blowing up your brain with notices so I'm gonna make this brief for you. You just killed a lot of people. Like, a lot! To be honest, I don't have the processing power for the population of an entire planet all at once.
You're not gonna try to cheat me, are you?
It's not like that! I'm doing the best I can here. I have limits and, well, you just hit one of e'm. Lemme see what I can do!
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Uh….. You there?
Gimme a sec.
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Got it!
5,000,000 points for the destruction of an entire planet and its population
In total you now have 5,100,925 points!
-10,000 alignment
Toal alignment is at -11,720. Darkside Level 2 has been applied.
Sorry partner, that's the most amount of points I can give you all at once. It's the best I can do.
…. Holy mother of fuck. Alright, time to buy some new abilities!
Oz, I'm about to spend a metric fuck-ton of points! I want all of these abilities I'm buying and all of my current ones brought up to peerless immediately!
Whoo-wee! Let's do it!
Lightsaber technique Shii-Cho (Peerless) has been purchased
Lightsaber form Makashi (Peerless) has been purchased
Lightsaber form Soresu (Peerless) has been purchased
Lightsaber form Ataru (Peerless) has been purchased
Lightsaber form Shien (Peerless) has been purchased
Lightsaber form Djem So (Peerless) has been purchased
Lightsaber form Niman (Peerless) has been purchased
Lightsaber form Juyo (Peerless) has been purchased
Lightsaber technique Jar'kai (Peerless) has been purchased
Lightsaber technique Sokan (Peerless) has been purchased
Dun Moch (Peerless) has been purchased
Force Phase (Peerless) has been purchased
Force Scream (Peerless) has been purchased
Force Heal (Peerless) has been purchased
Force Repulse (Peerless) has been purchased
Force Stasis (Peerless) has been purchased
Teleportation (Peerless) has been purchased
Leadership (Peerless) has been purchased
Farsight (Peerless) has been purchased
You have 149,525 points remaining
"How long will you stand there grinning to yourself?" the holocron spoke up, breaking me out of my ecstasy-like trance.
….. Tanis. Darth Tanis. I remember her name now. I guess that comes from me getting my Memory up to Peerless.
"Don't mind me, just reveling in my new power," I chuckled as I used the Force to pull the holocron back into my hand.
"Yes, I sensed your powers grow with the deaths you caused," Tanis mused. "Your abilities are something that I, despite all my knowledge of the Darkside, have never heard of before."
"So, tell me Darth Tanis, how do you feel about leaving this wretched temple and helping me gain mastery over the Darkside?"
"You wish for me to be your master?" Tanis inquired curiously with a hint of something evil in her voice.
"I wish for you to be my teacher," I snapped, my yellow eyes glowing. "I killed the last idiots who dared to call themselves my master. If you try to make me call you that, I'll throw you out an airlock."
"Ha! Pride. Another trait for a proper Sith," Tanis chuckled. "Better than the humility of the Jedi. You're lucky I don't have a body or I would've cut off your jaw for such insolence. But seeing as I am but a holocron and have nothing else to do, I will assist you."
"Good. Then it's time to-"
"Not so fast, boy. What did you say your name was?"
"Eh? I'm Kazakin. Kazakin Ordo. Why is everyone making me repeat myself today?"
"Bah! That's no name to give a proper Sith! I refuse to address you as such! Have you not had the title of Darth bestowed upon you?"
"No. I'm nine years old and I'm self-taught."
"Self-taught? Impressive. But as for your name…. Hmm….," I could feel the holocron of Tanis practically analyze me as it started muttering to itself. "I sense much from you, young one. Selfishness. Malice. Greed. So much greed. Hedonism, yes, you would never have fit in with the jedi. Ambition too. Yes, the jedi would've kept you on a short leash. Lust? Hmph. Unusual for one so young. Oh. There it is. Cruelty. Cruelty for the sake of cruelty. Yes. That's it."
… How long is she going to keep rambling?
"Henceforth, you shall be known as Darth Krul."
"….. Neat," was my simple reply before tucking the holocron back into my utility belt. Deciding not to waste any time and get back to the ship, I used my new ability to teleport back to the Gra'tua.
POP!
"Hey guys! I'm ba- What the fuck?" my greeting was cut short as I saw a Kel Dor jedi with a green lightsaber deflecting blaster bolts from Rook and Denaar. My Mandalorian friends were doing their best to stay out of the lightsaber's reach while Valkia had decided to hide under the ship's ramp. "Val, what the hell is going on?"
"I don't know, but I'm almost certain it's your fault," Valkia grumbled as Rook impacted against the side of the ship after being thrown there by a Force Push.
Is she okay? Yeah, she's still breathing.
"Right then," I sighed before turning to the jedi who still hadn't noticed me. Is he ignoring me? If so, then that's just rude. Time to get his attention. "JEDI!"
Quest added: The First of Many
Win your first duel against a fellow Force wielder
Rewards: 5,000 points
Bonus points will be awarded upon completion based on feats preformed during the course of the quest.
Failure: You are killed or arrested
The Kel Dor turned to face me after deflecting one of Denaar's blaster bolts back at him, hitting the young man in the arm and disabling him.
"You must've been the one to activate the superweapon," the Kel Dor sounded displeased and I could sense that he was unbalanced. "I am Jedi Knight Shost Riin. I am here to detain you for your crimes. The only reason your comrades are still alive is because I have taken care to avoid fatally injuring them. I am willing to be lenient, seeing as you are all children, but you must surrender."
"You're not using your eyes, are you jedi," I chuckled as I ignited the red lightsaber I had taken from the temple. "You introduced yourself earlier so it's only fair that I do the same. I am Darth Krul. I hope you're as happy to meet me as I am to meet you."
"You…. You're the Sith. The one that appeared a few months ago," Shost gasped, his attention now entirely on me. "But you're just a kid!"
"Yeah well, you know what they say," I replied nonchalantly, waving my lightsaber around in a casual but distracting way. "You should never judge a book by its-"
I lashed out with a tremendous amount of Force Lightning before finishing that sentence, catching the Kel Dor off-guard. Unprepared for the assault as he was, he was struck by the terrifying power of my lightning and was sent soaring through the air before landing on the ash covered ground in a heap. He didn't stay down for long though because before the cloud of ash his landing kicked up had settled, he'd made a burst of movement shooting out of the cloud like a bullet and closed in on me.
With a movement that felt as if I'd been doing this all my life, I raised my lightsaber and deflected his opening flurry of strikes before stepping into his guard and using a well-placed Force Push to knock him back. However, he was prepared this time and was able to roll with the momentum of the Force Push and maintain his defense.
I smirked as I engaged him. After those attacks, I recognized that he was mostly using Shii-Cho with a little bit of Niman. Not a duelist then. I maintained my smirk even as his blade swung at my head. Shifting into Makashi, I redirected his bladed with a flick of my wrist before returning the favor and taking a swipe at his head. Through the Force, luck, or just by his own merits, he was able to duck just in time. He hadn't managed reset his footing when I stuck again.
This was fun.
Deciding to experiment a bit, I tried to advance using a blend of Djem So and Makashi. Unfortunately, after nearly 20 seconds of maintaining this hybridized form, I fumbled and opened a gap in my defenses by mistake. A gap that the jedi didn't hesitate to capitalize on. Shost struck at the moment of opportunity and while I only just managed to avoid being stabbed in the face I was still grazed. I now had a cauterized gash that went up my cheek vertically and bisected the two scars I'd received from Krek back on Nar Shadda. With Gamer's Mind dulling the pain, my concentration on the duel was unbroken and I entered a saber lock with the jedi without delay.
-40 HP
960/1000 HP
Ok, so this has taught me a few things. Although I have Peerless for all of the lightsaber forms, I can't combine the forms or switch between them fluidly. Now that I'm paying attention to it, I'm noticing that there's something very mechanical about my movements during the duel.
The knowledge, memory, and capability have been implanted in you, but your body needs to get used to the movements. If you want to start combining the lightsaber forms then you'll need to do some actual training.
I don't suppose there's a skip training button I can press where I just go through a training montage while I take a nap?
Nope. Sorry partner.
Yeah, I figured as much. Thanks anyway, Oz.
I suppressed my annoyance and redirected the entirety of my attention back to the duel. Shost seemed surprised as I stayed in the fight, probably believing that I would've been incapacitated after receiving that injury. However, I couldn't maintain the saber lock and had to back off. Although my Strength was at Peerless, I was still in the body of a nine-year-old so I could only put in the maximum strength such a small body could give. This meant using forms like Ataru or Djem So wouldn't work for me in this situation.
With that in mind, I continued to press my advantage with Makashi as it didn't require feats of great strength or athleticism. Just skill and accuracy. Green clashed with crimson over and over on the ashy plains of Malachor. I had scored a few glancing blows that just grazed him but nothing that would end the duel. Between the two of us I was clearly the better duelist but Shost had the advantage in terms of strength and range, his longer arms and more developed physique were lending him a significant advantage over me.
Time to do what I do best: fight dirty.
With a flick of my left hand, I send a miniature dust storm directly into his face, obscuring his vision. With the quick application of a Force Wave he cleared the mini-dust storm and whipped his head around to try to figure out where I was. He found me directly behind him a few seconds quicker than I would've liked so I started abusing Force Push at maximum power. At a rapid pace I sent my blasts of Force energy at him putting him completely on defense. He did his best to redirect my blasts and succeeded at first but was quickly overwhelmed and my power sent him flying through the air.
As he flailed through the air, I grabbed him with the Force and slammed him back down to the ground at high speeds. Before he even hit the ground I had teleported over to where he would land (POP!) and before he had the chance to rise his feet, I pierced his chest with a single swift thrust of my lightsaber.
"There is no death, only the Force," he gasped before releasing his final breath.
Quest completed: The First of Many
Win your first duel against a fellow Force wielder
Rewards: 5,000 points
Denaar stared at me in awe.
Valkia looked on in horror.
Rook was grinning like a lunatic.
And as for me…..
I turned around and faced my trio with an easygoing smile on my face.
"Well, that was fun!" I laughed.
"You killed a jetii," Denaar uttered in disbelief.
"You killed a jetii!" Rook cheered as she jumped up and down with her fists in the air.
"You killed a jedi!" Valkia shrieked as she lunged at me in an attempt to strangle me. Can't imagine why. Before she could get to me however, I simply levitated her off the ground and made her hover in the air. Not that this lessened her seething anger. "Do you have any idea how much trouble we'll all be in if anyone ever finds out about this!?"
"Meh, you worry too much. People die all the time in this galaxy," I replied flippantly as I used the Force to pull Shost's lightsaber to me. Hello new trophy. "Anyone would have a hell of a hard time tracing this back to me."
"What about that huge laser that shot into the sky? That was you, right?" Rook spoke up.
"Yup! I blew up a planet!" I exclaimed. Once again, the trio stared at me for a few moments until the silence broke.
"AWESOME!" Rook cheered as she and I high-fived, causing my attention to slip from Valkia which resulted in my telekinetic hold over her ending and the eight-year-old landing on her butt.
"Kazakin," Denaar said menacingly, a serious gleam in his eyes. "What planet did you destroy?"
"Nal Hutta."
"Ah," Denaar relaxed upon hearing my answer. "Good. I was concerned that you had struck at those who were worthy of an honorable death. The Hutts are completely undeserving of honor or mercy."
"Denaar, are you seriously approving what he did?" Valkia gaped.
"The only good Hutt is a dead Hutt," Denaar shrugged. "All Kazakin did was make those Hutts good."
"…. Fine. I can see that I'm in the minority here," Valkia relented. "Can we please leave now?"
"Yeah, I'm done here," I nodded as we made our way to the ship. "Besides, someone's gonna figure out where that laser came from and we should get the hell away from the crime scene sooner rather than later. Oh! I almost forgot!"
With a wave of my hand, I used Force Heal on Denaar's arm where he had been struck by one of his deflected lasers.
"That feels better," Denaar remarked as he flexed his arm experimentally. "Vor'e."
Ba'gedet'ye," I responded as we all reboarded the Gra'tua. "Now, let's get home before the old man decided to send a search party out and drag us back kicking and screaming!"
Quest completed: The Sith Temple
Claim what you seek on Malachor
Rewards: 100,000 points, 3 Rare Item Boxes, gain access to Sith Alchemy.
Bonus points will be awarded upon completion based on feats preformed during the course of the quest.
In total, you now have 254,525 points!
-1000 alignment due to committing to the Darkside and murdering a jedi!
Alignment: -12,720 (Dark 2)
Sith Alchemy is now available for purchase! Uses of Sith Alchemy include creating monstrous creatures, transforming objects or individuals, and manipulating the environment to induce fear and despair. It has also been used to create dark side artifacts and to corrupt living beings.
Oh boy, Sith Alchemy! Here I go turning this already shitty galaxy into a noticeably worse place!
You're kind of evil, aren't you partner?
I prefer to think of myself as less of a 'MWAHAHAHAHA! I'm going to take over the galaxy and kick puppies!' kind of evil and more of the 'that piece of toilet paper that got stuck to the underside of your shoe' kind of evil.
"Hey Kaz!" Valkia shouted. "Your face is bleeding!"
"No it isn't! It's cauterized!"
"Will you please stop arguing with me so much and just let me patch you up?"
"... Okay."