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Author’s Notes: It’s been a while! The reason for the absence of new stories from me is because I was tapped for ideas. If you’re getting sick of Ravenstrike, don’t worry. My next series won’t involve him. This is the last part in this series. Originally, no one was scheduled for death. Well, it’s time to change the schedule. A break-up occurs at the end of this story. It won’t be pretty, either. Continue on.

The sky warned of danger. The musky smell of rain burned Darelion’s nose. A storm was coming. They had discovered NOTHING within the Pyramid about the so-called “defunct predecessors.” Ravenstrike had led them on a wild goose chase. He had secretly sworn to the three phantoms that he would kill Ravenstrike. They had approved of this, saying to only kill him when no one else was around. He watched as Ravenstrike lounged about, not even bothering to help excavate more of the Pyramid. All he cared about was the power alone, not about the artifacts of the eras past. This angered Darelion to such an extent that he wanted to kill him then and there.

No time. As soon as this thought entered his mind, he saw a ship land just outside of the area. He knew the storm was not all he had to worry about. There would soon be battle. And he was right. Arden and the rest of the group were storming the area. Aurora saw Azreth and could not believe her eyes. He was helping them! “Fight! Fight! Fight!” This came from Mission. Ravenstrike got up eagerly, for he wanted to fight them all. “Rally arms!” he called to the soldiers. Doing so, the soldiers quickly gathered their blaster rifles and shot at the group. All of them were deflected. Except for the ones fired at the ones who weren’t Force Sensitive. Carth was shot badly. HK suffered massive damage. Mandalore, however, shrugged these blaster bolts off and continued to quickly kill soldiers with his Sith Tremor Sowrds. The blood stained his armor and his blades.

However, he didn’t see the soldiers swarm up behind him. They shot him in the back, and down he went. “Ungh…” he groaned as he fell to the ground. “D…Damned Sith…g…got the best…of…of…me…” With these words, he died. Carth was dying, too. HK had shut down completely and was now about to be destroyed completely by a thermal detonator. The explosion was loud. HK’s parts littered the ground. Mira kneeled at Carth’s side, crying. “Why? Why did this have to happen?” she asked, as if it could’ve been avoided. “H…hey…it’s not your fault…t…tell Dustil…I love him…” His eyes grew a dim gray. Then, they closed, and that was that. Mira’s eyes continued to pour. She stood up and ignited her twin yellow sabers. Blazing through clusters of soldiers, she grew angrier with each one slain.

It began to pour rain heavily all of a sudden. Arden and Bastila had engaged Darelion in combat. This battle was apparantly a even match. Both sides had grown weary. Darelion, however, had a lot of Force energy left. Acting quickly, he used Force Choke on Bastila, catching her completely off guard. He released her, and she fell to the ground panting and gasping. This angered Arden, and he charged at Darelion, blue saber blazing ferociously. He succeeded in slicing the Sith’s legs off, as well as his saber hand. Wounded heavily, he watched helplessly as Arden’s saber came towards him and sliced his head off. The body hit the floor with a thunk. Arden rushed over to Bastila. “Are you ok?” he asked her. “Y…yes.” she answered, coughing. “Just disorientated. That caught me completely off guard.” Arden held her close and kissed her.

Azreth and Mical faced off against Aurora. This battle was fierce, but short. Mical, with his double-bladed purple saber, and Azreth, with his dual orange sabers, sliced both of her hands off. Then, Azreth used Stasis on her. Mical dealt the final blow with a stab to the chest. She fell to the ground with a scream of pain. She wasn’t dead quite yet, however. “Az…reth…come here…” she told him. He did so, hesitantly. “I…I loved you, Azreth…and you betrayed me.” “I’m sorry,” he said, “but it had to be done. I could not allow the Sith to discover more about this Pyramid.” She stared at him, awed. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide, her head fell back, and she died.

Atton and Norris had decided to stay on the ship with T3 and Bao-Dur, but could not believe their eyes. When HK had been destroyed, T3 let out a sad beep. Atton covered his eyes when Mandalore had been shot from behind. Norris stared in horror as Carth had been hit with one thousand blaster bolts. They could not wonder what would soon happen. Bao-Dur, being his usual calm self, saluted each one of the fallen allies. He had begun crying. He could not stand to see his friends be killed, but he had to protect the ship, along with Atton and Norris. Suddenly, they all heard Sith soldiers in the ship’s cargo bay. T3 went to attract their attention. “What’s that damn droid doing? He’s going to make our being here obvious!” Atton whispered, annoyed. Suddenly, the screams of the soldiers could be heard. T3 came back in hurriedly. Three soldiers followed him. The three Jedi drew their sabers. Norris’s cyan sabers carved through one of the soldiers like a hot knife through butter. Atton’s dual yellow sabers ended another one. Bao-Dur’s double-bladed green saber sliced the last one in half. Thry picked up the bodies, took them off the ship, and threw them off the cliff.

Once again, it was Mission versus Ravenstrike. Before this, however, Ravenstrike snuck up behind Arden and cut his head off, laughing coldly and cruelly. This is what spurred Mission to attack. “Ravenstrike! Come here, bastard!” she yelled at him angrily. He came to her, smiling smugly. “Now, now, Mission,” he taunted her like she was seven, “why would you say that to the one you love?” “YOU are not the Ravenstrike I love! He’s trapped inside you, monster!” With that, she drew her single green saber. She expected him to draw red or silver. He drew two BLACK sabers. “Come, silly girl. It’s time for you to die!” They charged at each other.

The battle started fiercely, and dragged on for almost ten minutes. It reached a pause. They were both tired. Ravenstrike was more tired, however, and seemed unsure about his attacks. He was reverting back to the Light Side, oddly. Mission saw her chance. “Ravenstrike, you can come back with us. Live the life you REALLY want to live. With your friends.” He stared at her for a minute. “I…know I want to…but…I can’t…” “Yes, you can. Just fight the Dark Side. You’ve done it before. I know you can do it now.” “I…I…can do it…but…I’ve…done terrible things…to you guys…” Mission didn’t know how to respond to this. She came up with something, however. “I admit that you have done bad things to us, but we can put that behind us! We can live happily!” She was crying at this point, and was hoping that she had done enough to get him away from the Dark Side. He was thinking deep. Finally, he spoke. “I…reject the Dark Side! I want to come back with you guys.” His sabers fizzled out. He reignited them, and they were once again silver. His robes turned brown once again. Shutting his sabers off, he ran up to Mission and kissed her. Her eyes were wide for a split second in surprise, as she wasn’t expecting this. After this, they helped get the bodies of their fallen allies. HK’s pieces were gathered, as well. Putting the bodies in the med bay, the group was sad. Ravenstrike ordered the entrance into the Pyramid destroyed, and Atton fired the ship’s cannons, causing rubble to fall and block the doorway.

They left this planet behind, not wanting to be on it anymore. Once back on Telos, they left the bodies in the ship until a burial could be arranged. Not all was well, however. Ravenstrike seemed weird to the rest of the group. He wouldn’t talk to anyone. Finally, one evening, he snapped. He yelled at Mission. “YOU THINK I’LL BE ACCEPTED BY EVERYONE AGAIN! SORRY, THAT AIN’T HAPPENING! YOU WERE TOO DAMN FOOLISH TO TRUST ME! ALL OF YOU WERE! I CAN’T BELIEVE I CARED FOR ANY OF YOU! THIS IS SAD AND PATHETIC! MISSION, I LOVE YOU NO LONGER! CONSIDER THIS A BREAK-UP!” With this, he stormed out of the door. He ran to his fighter, the one he arrived in the very first day he met them. He flew off into the night, with no one, not even him, knowing where he would go. Mission cried hard as she watched his fighter grow fainter and fainter, until it was just a small speck, and then no longer visible. No one knew what had happened to cause him to snap. This was the enigma they were left to deal with as they all stared into the clear night sky.

YOU HAVE FINISHED THE PYRAMID OF THE SITH SERIES.

What should I do for the next series? I don’t know yet. Suggestions are appreciated. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the final installment of the Pyramid Of The Sith series.

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