Duel on the Ravager
Darth Nihilus observed the destruction of the Miraluka, their native planet Katarr, and the last of the Jedi Council. Each passing moment, he was becoming stronger. The energy he digested from murdering the inhabitants from Katarr, and from consuming the planet itself, gave him the edge he needed. He was now the strongest figure in the galaxy. He could kill Sion; he could kill Traya. It even gave him the one thing he lacked before: an apprentice.
Visas Marr stirred on the floor the Ravager. Nihilus rested his eyes on her shifting body. She was quite a catch. She could surely become powerful. More powerful than any other Force sensitive he had ever felt. But she needed proper training - proper Sith training. Nihilus towered over her body. “Rise, child.” The Miraluka girl obeyed. Her mind did not acknowledge him, but her body, driven by the Force, carried through with his request. “My life for yours,” uttered the girl. “I do not require your service. Go and leave me to meditation.” Visas Marr bowed feebly, humbled by the Sith Lords unquestionable command of the Force.
Nihilus turned his back to her and strode to the bridge of his vessel. There was a disturbance in the Force. Two Force-zombies guards stood erect at the entrance to the bridge. They were cast down to the floor by a whirlwind of Force push. Nihilus spun around. The Sith’s eyes widened at sight of his two guards dead and at the knee-high Jedi who had killed them. “Complete, your destruction of the Jedi is not. Come here to kill you have, and fail, I will not,” growled Master Vandar Tokare. The little Jedi narrowed his eyes. “Save the Miraluka, I will. A powerful Jedi she will become.” Nihilus lowered a hand to his lightsaber. “You cannot hope to kill me now. I have become stronger than any Jedi - even you!” Nihilus’ crimson blade jutted forth from his saber. Vandar switched his forest green saber on. The Force-zombies turned from the navi-computers. Visas Marr peered in the room from a safe hiding place. This Jedi Master was her only chance. She could run now. But something kept her there. . . she couldn’t leave yet. She had to know which was stronger. . . the light or the dark.
