Evil Corrupts: The Enemy’s Attack
It was silent. All had been slain. The true nemesis of Norris and her allies had defeated a big group of Republic soldiers. He gazed at what they were doing through the Force: Joking around, having a good time, falling in love. I swear, it thought, that new relationships forge between them rather quickly. With all of this passion, someone should have fallen to the Dark Side. It had a special plan in store for them: One that would test them on their trust, friendship, and love towards each other…
Mical sat awake, staring at the moon as if he had found a new Jedi archive or relic. This moon fascinated him. Never had he seen anything so beatiful. Well, not besides…Norris. It’s too bad, he thought to himself, that I didn’t get a chance with her. He thought that he had a chance when he found her on Dantooine, but he didn’t count on Atton. He took that she had found him for granted. He decided to just move on. He had the suspiscion that Mira had taken a fancy for him. Just wishful thinking for my sorry ass…, he thought morbidly. He decided that he had had enough wishful thinking for the night. He slipped back into bed.
Ravenstrike woke up at the crack of dawn the next morning. He felt that…that something was going to be wrong with today. He braced for whatever the day had coming for him. Being careful as to not wake everyone else in the houseup, he dug through his closet. I know it’s in here somewhere!, he thought in a hurried manner. He found what he was looking for: The custom Jedi robes he had made when he was 11. It was amazing that they still fit him. This was because the were rather large on purpose; this way, he could use them at an older age. He put the robes on and grabbed his lightsabers. He could FEEL the Dark Side in the air. It was so powerful, it made him shudder.
He was the only one awake when five minutes later he heard a lightsaber ignite a few hundred feet away from the door. He bolted out front and saw him: A figure with a stripe-like tattoo that ran down the middle of his head. He wore red armor and had a mechanical jaw. It was Darth Malak. Ravenstrike had heard of him from Arden. He wanted to challenge him. He walked to Malak’s position rather quickly. “So, you are Ravenstrike. I have seen you a lot through the Force.” Malak said to him monotonously. “And you’re Darth Malak, Arden’s former apprentice.” Ravenstrike retorted. “So, he uses his Jedi-slave name? Pathetic.” Malak sounded like he wanted to fight. And he was gonna get one.
Igniting his sabers, Ravenstrike stepped forward. He and Malak engaged in combat that lasted but a few seconds. Malak stabbed Ravenstrike in the stomach twice. Crippled with pain, the injured Jedi fell to the ground with a thump louder than a cannok’s running footsteps. “Good. You are yielding to the pain. You will now be my Sith apprentice. Tell me the Sith Code.” “Peace…is a lie; there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.” Ravenstrike recited the whole code without having to think twice. Reciting it made him evil. It turned him into a Sith. He was suddenly overtaken by darkness: The same darkness that he had been brooding with before returned. There he stood, an evil being, devoid of any emotions or morals. He put a hand on his robes, and they instantly turned pitch black. “Let’s begin our crusade then, Master.” he said in the same tone as he had spoken in when in his shell.
Everyone awoke as if they had been slapped upside the head or something. The first one outside was none other than Mission, who couldn’t believe her eyes. The one she loved had gone over to the Dark Side. “DAMMIT! ANOTHER BETRAYAL! WILL THEY EVER END?!?!” This came from Carth, who was evidently angry with the current situation. Arden stepped forward. “Malak. Should’ve known it was you, bastard.” “Revan. Still a Jedi servant, I see.” Their eyes met and there seemed to be a fire brewing. Malak broke the eye contact and said, “My new apprentice and I have much to do. Come, Ravenstrike.” “Wait a minute, Master. I shall be along shortly. “Very well.” Malak went to the ship. “Come with me, Mission. We can be happy.” “No! I won’t join you! I love you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to hold back!” She pulled out a blaster and shot at him. He deflected it back at her, wounding her. He then stabbed her in the stomach with one of his sabers. He then quickly turned and ran to the ship he and Malak would escape in.
As the ship took off and flew away, Norris and Atton rushed to Mission’s side. “Why…why did he do this?” she asked them weakly, coughing up blood after saying it. “It’s Malak’s fault.” Atton answered her simply. They got her inside and gave her medical treatment. Mical and Mira glanced at each other, but not just a brief glance. It was a minute-long stare. Then, she walked inside. Mical didn’t know what had just happened. He looked to the sky. I guess…things aren’t always what they seem…, he thought. Carth was swearing up and down the walls. “When I find that damn bastard, he’s gonna pay!” The big group had no big party that night. They simply just ate dinner and went to bed, not wanting to think of what had transpired on that day. Mission cried herself to sleep. The coming days would not be kind to them. This they knew…
Wow, that shell forms quickly!!!
I bet you’re going to get Ravenstrike back on the lightside.
But, maybe not…
That was pretty darn cool!
I hope Mical and Mira get together.
But Mira seemed to hate the Diciple in Kotor II
Yeah, she did, but maybe she was just masking her feelings.
Mira just doesn’t like the brainy types but she definity hates Atton that’s for sure! she probably doesn’t trust anyone except the Exile. besides Mira and Mical can make a cute couple, who knows?
awesome story, lots of gore, language, and betrayal, that creeps me out, it’s very creative
Yeah, I think the language could go . . . but that’s just me.
Boy, oh, boy! Are you guys in for a total treat!
Story’s up.
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet