The Control Room had consistently been a room of much activity, and tonight was no exception. There was a Pokémon standing in the center of the room. He was distraught to find himself stuck behind a barrier of light which prevented him from doing anything during the night. His frustration became delight however when he realized several people where watching him. Upon further inspection, he realized with fear that he had been targeted by the Empire, marked for death. The barrier was all that was preventing them from ending his life. Darth Pikachu stood directly outside the barrier and tested his Lighsaber on it. It had no effect. Eventually the Empire gave up and left the immediate area. In another corner, a large creature stood, watching events unfold, but doing nothing to get involved. All the while a man squatted up in the rafters, watching, and waiting. A woman was standing by a table when a cloaked man came up to her. He began to speak to the woman, but what he said was known only between them. Whatever it was, it left the woman speechless, and shocked as the cloaked man departed. On the far side of the Control Room, a man worked tirelessly with his tools, trying to install something on the panel in front of him. He was so ingrained in his work that he didn’t realize a cloaked man was standing behind him. The cloaked man tapped the man with the toolkit on the shoulder. The man working on the panel craned his neck and stifled a scream has he fell backwards on to his hand. He stared up at his visitor. This person was dressed in all black, and he wore a cloak. Where his face should have been however, there was only a black mask. It had slits for breathing, and a red slit for the eyes, but showed no emotion. The man in the cloak spoke to his frightened listener, his voice augmented and distorted..
“Do not fear me, for I have not come to harm you.”
The man on the ground was skeptical, “your mask and persona give the wrong impression then.”
The cloaked man leaned inward, and put his hand up to his face. “Then I shall remove my mask.”
While the two men spoke, three individuals walked up behind them. The two on the side, both human, one male, one female stopped, and the one in front, a Gallade continued onward toward the two people speaking. While walking, the Gallade ignited his Lightsaber and a green blade shot forward with a snap-hiss. He stopped directly behind the two men. The one on the ground noticed the green light, and his eyes widened in fear. The man in the cloak turned around and stood up. He was taller then the green Lightsaber wielder. He eyed the newcomer, then turned to the man who had the tools and spoke, “you should go now.”
The man wasted no time taking his advice, hastily gathered up his tool kit, and ran off. The cloaked man turned back to the Lightsaber wielder. Without his mask, his features could be clearly seen. He had bluish-grey hair, and dark yellow eyes. The Gallade and two other recognized him as someone they had seen during the day. The man spoke with confidence to his new visitors, “And to what do I owe this visit, my Jedi friends?”
The Gallade ignored his nonchalant attitude, “Who was that, what were you talking to him about?” He moved his Lightsaber into a threatening position to add emphasis to his question.
The blue-grey haired man replied with anger filling his voice, “Do not threaten me, Pokémon! Your species is one that is overdue for extinction.” He took a step closer to the Lightsaber and let it shear off a part of the robe. It revealed a large yellow “G.”
The Gallade recognized it, and tried in vain to hide his surprise. His brow furrowed “Who are you really?”
The man looked down, hiding his yellow eyes and smiled. “My name is Darth Cyrus. And I am simply a messenger.”
The Gallade regained his composure and stared down his adversary.
“And what are you the messenger of?”
Cyrus slowly took a deep breath and cocked back his arm, “The end of an era,” he slammed his fist into Gallade’s abdomen with a Force enhanced punch, “and the beginning of my new Empire!”
The punch sent the Gallade flying backward. The male and female Jedi caught him with the Force and set him down. The Gallade reached behind his back and pulled out a second Lightsaber. He ignited the green blade while the male and female Jedi ignited their Lightsabers revealing blue and purple blades. They each took a defensive stance; however the Gallade adopted an offensive stance, keeping one blade above his head, while the other was extended at his waistline.
Cyrus laughed, “You underestimate me Jedi”, he snapped his figures and four other cloaked people, all wearing the same mask he had been wearing, walked out from the shadows. They each ignited a Lightsaber bringing four red blades to life with one simultaneous snap-hiss. Cyrus unhooked two Lighsabers from his own belts and ignited them both, revealing two menacing red blades.
“Destroy them.”
The four new Dark Jedi charged the Jedi, screaming battle cries of rage from the adrenaline of battle. The male and female Jedi each took on a Dark Jedi, whilst the Gallade with his twin blades fought off two dark Jedi at the same time. Cyrus watched the battle from afar, smirking as he envisioned victory.
One of the Dark Jedi let loose a stream of lighting at the female Jedi who was busy parrying an attack from another Dark Jedi. The male Jedi jumped in between the blast and deflected it with his Lighsaber, he sent a Force Push at the one who shot it, then turned around to parry a strike at his head. The female Jedi pushed back her attacker and put him on the defensive, driving him backwards. The Gallade fought with both sabers constantly moving, making use of his natural abilities as he fought off his current attacker, forcing him backwards. Cyrus watched as his Dark Jedi were slowly pushed back, put on the defensive.
He amplified his voice and yelled, “My fellow Sith, embrace the Dark Side!” He raised his hand and a red energy flowed forward to his subordinates. Empowered with raw energy and new vigor, the Dark Jedi increased their attacks and pushed the Jedi back. The Sith were fighting in a blind fury of rage now. The three Jedi realized they were being forced into a corner, being corralled for the slaughter. The female Jedi let loose a Force push that succeeded in only throwing back one of the Sith, who simply got back up and re-joined the fight. The Dark Jedi were a flurry of black cloaks and red blades. The three Jedi found themselves back to back as they parried strikes and slashes, unable to go on the offensive.
The Gallade turned to the male Jedi, “You give me an opening, and I can take him down!”
The male Jedi blocked a swipe at his legs, and kicked the Dark Jedi in the stomach with a Force propelled kick. The Dark Jedi grunted and doubled over, he rolled out of the way and let the fourth Dark Jedi take his place in the fight while he recovered. “You’ll have one chance, make it count!”
The male Jedi pulled his legs to his chest, hovering in mid-air for a second, “GO NOW!” he yelled as he threw his arms and legs outward letting loose an expanding sphere of Force energy that pushed every Dark Jedi away.
The Gallade ran towards Cyrus with a burst of Force enhanced speed. He was followed directly by the female Jedi. While the other Dark Jedi recovered, the one that had rolled away stood directly in the Gallade’s path. He had in his hand a duel bladed Lightsaber, and his stance was sturdy. The Gallade ran towards him, then at the last moment, aimed his hands at the ground and jumped while simultaneously Force pushing downwards. He somersaulted over the duel bladed Sith and landed behind him. Before the Dark Jedi could react, the female Jedi engaged him in battled and held his attention. The Gallade continued onward and charged Cyrus. Cyrus lifted his hand and shot Force Lightning at the Gallade. The Gallade dodged each shot, one after the other, closing the distance with each evasive maneuver. When he got within striking range, he pulled back both his sabers to the side and swept them forward in a scissoring motion. Cyrus responded by using both his blades to block both attacks, then opened his mouth and screamed at the Gallade. The scream was in reality a Force attack of pure raw Force energy. However the Gallade did not budge, using the Force to cement his feet to the ground. Behind him he saw his companions fighting off the four Sith, who had all recovered. Time was running out. Gallade twisted right and hunched to his side throwing his right arm over his shoulder, the blade was blocked by Cyrus. The Gallade used his other arm to come at Cyrus from the left side, but found that attack too, was parried.
The Gallade was getting tired, but Cyrus seemed full of energy. “It is useless to resist!”
Cyrus flicked his wrist and moved the Gallade’s Lightsaber out of the way, He then pulled way from the other blade and raised his arm sending a Force blast at the Gallade. It hit and sent the Pokémon flying backwards. Cyrus caught him however in mid-air. The sudden change in momentum made the Gallade’s Lightsaber fly from his hands. Cyrus moved his arm and telekinetically threw the Gallade against the bulkhead. Gallade collapsed in pain and looked up to see Cyrus staring at him, both red blades at his side.
He spoke, “And now I rid the galaxy of a Jedi and a Pokémon.” He raised his blades to make the final killing blow.
Gallade reached into the Force and tapped into it for strength. He looked at the Lightsaber in Cyrus’s left hand and concentrated. He used the Force to crush the focusing crystal buried deep within the circuitry of the Lightsaber. The Lightsaber, much to Cyrus’s surprise, crinkled and cracked like a aluminum can, then aprutly exploded, throwing shrapnel in all direction. Cyrus fell backward and shouted in surprise and pain. It gave the Gallade just enough time to roll to the side, jump up and use the Force to call his Lightsabers to his hands. He charged Cyrus who had gained his stance back and attack. With only one blade to defend himself, Cyrus was forced back, blocking each blow sloppily and without form. Gallade brought his right blade upwards and Cyrus blocked it awkwardly. The Gallade took his other blade and sliced off Cyrus’s hand that held the Lightsaber. The hand and now deactivated saber fell to the ground. Cyrus fell to his knees and looked up, to see the Gallade’s Lightsaber crisscrossed to form a pair of giant scissors around his neck.
“I am unarmed,” Cyrus reasoned, “I am beaten, it is not the Jedi way to kill the unarmed is it?”
The Gallade pondered this for a moment, and then spoke.
“You have killed my brethren. My Pokémon brothers and my Jedi brothers. You are a plight on this Galaxy and must be removed. It isn’t the Jedi way to kill the unarmed. It is my way!”
The Gallade pulled his Lightsabers apart and separated Cyrus’s head from his body, bringing about instant death.
The other Dark Jedi stopped and turned. They saw their leader was defeated and fled into the shadows. The Dark Jedi with the double bladed Lightsaber looked at the dead body of Cyrus once more before he too fled. The three Jedi all exhaled in relief that the battle was over. They helped each other walk and took their leave and left Cyrus’s body where is lay. They were long gone when the Dark Jedi with the double bladed Lightsaber returned later that night and stood over Cyrus’s body for a long moment before bursting out in laughter that faded into the night.
