KOTOR IV: Zakonniye Sithov: The Lawful Sith

[Writer]

"Oh," Tirya said innocently. "Should I have?"

[jokemaster]

"If I remember correctly your man over there." He gestured at Kent "attacked me and you attacked Tirya. So it was in fact your first instincts. Not ours. "

[ForceFightWMe12]

Now it was Elron's turn to begin getting frustrated. "If you truely believe that you would not have attacked us should we have given you the chance, then you are truely blind!"

Bringing his saber up again, he growled, "I tire of waiting. Let us end this!"

[Tysyacha]

Hiss. Hiss. Hiss. Hiss. Growl.

 

Was there a krayt dragon slinking about in the confines of the Great Hall?

 

No. It was Ormond, his rage pinpointed on one person only: the one

who claimed to be Sith, a servant of the Dark Side of the Force, and

yet whose core was as blindingly white and glaring as the sun on Tatooine.

 

He listened to the arguments of both the Jedi and his own people. No

wonder he'd seemed out of sorts, weaker than his strengths permitted,

confused and afraid. It was her fault, the Exile's fault, softened either by

her love for Elron, her innate desire for justice and fairness, or by all accounts,

her pregnancy. No matter. He would kill her as quickly as he would the Jedi.

 

Smiling grimly, Ormond thrust his hand upward, sending an arc of Force Choke

directly toward Tysyacha. To his delight, the Exile seemed not to notice until

it was too late. He remained hidden amongst the roaring and fighting crowd.

 

"I was--oh, no--!" The Exile choked, her chest airtight. Someone, one of her

own men, had betrayed her. Who had taken command out from under her nose?!

The pressure of asphyxiation was increasing. Syscha put her hands to her throat.

 

"No, no, pozhaluysta! " she rasped. "Please! I'm going to have two babies!"

[jokemaster]

Kent swore and immediately went to Syacha.

"Someone's choking her!" He said to Elron. Wash also immediately tried to help. The woman didn't seem evil, misguided maybe. And the two babies were certainly innocent.

[DarthSion101]

Sion stood over the carcasses of a jedi master that he had just freshly slain. He smiled to himself, as he saw the jedi order unraveling before his feet. He turned his focus ahead towards the upcoming battle. He stepped forward, and passed through a large archway into an enormous hall filled with statues and busts of famous jedi heroes.

[ForceFightWMe12]

Tysyacha!

Quickly, Elron ran to his wife. She was under Force Crush!

"What did you do to her??" he bellowed at the Jedi.

"I...I didn't--" Elron didn't wait to hear her finish her sentence. He combined all his anger and worry and blasted a Force Storm straight at her.

He then rushed to help his wife.

"Tysyacha!" he cried. Even though the Jedi was under a Force Storm, she was still being Crushed.

Elron centered himself, trying to find the link from the Power to the Person, but it couldn't be found. Whoever it was wasn't on this ship.

[jokemaster]

"Jedis don't use force crush." Said Wash quietly. "Almost all of us don't even know how. You've been betrayed."

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Really? When'd you figure that one out??" Elron asked heatedly. Calm yourself...now is not the time. Tysyacha needs you.

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha let the phlegm collect in her throat. Relax, she told

herself. Did you ever think for one moment that the experiment of

the Lawful Sith would endure forever? You have been betrayed, and

severely. Let your aim now be not to live, but to give life to the ones

in your womb. Push, and push hard. There's not too much time left.

 

"Hurry," she whispered to Elron, her cheeks stained with tears. "Fetch

IG-12, if he's here, and ask him to op-er-ate." This word came in three

syllables, deliberate, as the Exile's vocal cords spent their strength.

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Someone get the god damned droid!!!" he bellowed and Falya took off.

He bent down and easily picked his wife up. As she slid her arms around his neck, he carried her to the med-bay.

[Tysyacha]

As Elron carried her, she could feel his strength and his fury

sustain her. However, there was something more, a sound of

other footsteps running right along with her toward the medical

bay of the Jedi Temple. Would the most advanced medical facility

in the galaxy be able to heal one of its greatest foes and enemies?

 

"Mistress," said IG-12, sounding a bit pained. "I see you are having

some difficulty breathing. I suggest that you use this," he intoned,

rather tenderly for a droid, as he placed a Rebreather Mask on her.

[Writer]

Falya's face took on a horrified look as Tirya screamed and struggled against the pain. Finally, she couldn't take it any longer and lunged for her sister, taking them both out of the path of the Force Storm. Then, she leapt to her feet and half-dragged, half-carried her Tirya to the Jedi ship.

[jokemaster]

Kent stayed at her side in the med bay.

 

Wash spoke up. "You're not gonna like this...but we've got a very good medical facility on Corusant. We could take her there. "

[ForceFightWMe12]

"No time." Elron said, and left it at that.

"I'll find whoever did this..." Elron said as he lay her down on an operating table, "And I swear I'll repay them ten fold for what they've done to you." he said, the rage roiling in his soul just barely being held at bay.

[Tysyacha]

"Mmm, mmm..." This was Tysyacha, mumbling against the Rebreather

Mask as she was being anesthetized, beckoning to Wash gently.

 

The Jedi Master stepped to her bedside, and Tysyacha reached for

his hand. The look in her eyes was weary and hurt, and it begged for

help. Were the twins still alive? Through the Force, the Dark Lady,

Imperatrix of the Lawful Sith, let a hard confession touch Wash's mind:

 

You were right. The Dark Side is cannibalistic; it eats itself in the end.

Please, don't let me die. Not like this. Volcanic other-worlds are no place

in which to spend eternity. Am I really beyond redemption? Take my hand!

[Tysyacha]

Ormond roared with anger. The Exile was still alive, despite his

well-maneuvered casting of Force Crush upon her pregnant and

pathetic body! How could it be? Of course. He had not forced

his will, had not held his concentration for long enough. He had

to find the twins, or else Tysyacha's heretical legacy would survive!

 

Mowing his way through inexperienced Jedi Knights and Padawans

with the flesh-cleaving power of his red-violet double lightsaber,

Ormond searched for a sign of her presence. The medical bay

would be the obvious choice for her destination, he thought,

and so that was where he went, blood pouring down his boots.

[jokemaster]

Wash took her hand.

Nobody is ever beyond redemption. I swear, you will not die here.

[Writer]

"Wait..." Tirya panted as Falya prepared the Jedi ship for departure. "Can't leave... Wash...."

 

"Spast," Falya muttered. "What was I thinking? Kent!"

 

She used the Force to heal her sister and the two returned to the others. They found a trail of dead bodies.

 

"That can't be good," Falya muttered. She looked up ahead and saw Ormond. Tirya caught sight of him too and a look of horror crossed her face.

 

"Is he...?"

 

"No time!" Falya exclaimed. The sisters charged, trying to catch up to Ormond before he could accomplish what was on his mind... and watched as he entered the medical bay...

[Tysyacha]

"Exile!" Ormond's mouth was rabid, spittle spewing out of it as he ranted and raved.

 

Steeling himself with the activation of a Verpine Prototype energy shield,

the incensed member of the Lawful Sith lunged toward the operating table.

 

"Tysyacha Dvukhsotnaya, you have betrayed the Lawful Sith, not I.

Your core is one of the Light Side, and now I shall gut you like the

feral beast you are! I'll not let your children live, either, for they are

born of you. Say goodbye, and hello to the void of darkness, for that

is where you're going, you who belong to no one and are dead to me!"

 

Ormond raised his saber, letting his anger fuel him and regenerate health.

[ForceFightWMe12]

Forgetting all that he sensed from the Jedi and his wife, his anger and rage flooded his thoughts and ran in every vein in Elron's body. The rage poured past his barriers until he could not longer contain it.

"TRAITOR!!!!" he bellowed, igniting his saber and flying at the Dark Jedi in the same movement.

The attack took the guy by surprise. He blasted back through the door into the hallway.

"I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO HARM HER AGAIN!!"

[jokemaster]

Wash drew his saber and stood between the door and Tysyacha, ready to defend her if the man got past Elron.

[DarthSion101]

Sion continued through the great hall, and made his way into the archives of the Jedi order, electronic library stacks stretched as far as his eyes could see. Several Jedi jumped to their feet as his battered and terrifying form entered the Archives.

 

"Thats the intruder, thats the SITH" one young male jedi yelled.

 

"Our master has told us to proceed with caution, not to be to aggressive, such things lead to darkness Samis, peace and serenity will quell this foe." His female partner spoke assertively.

 

"Be mindful my padawans, I sense a terrible darkness is this Sith,We must proceed cautiously, we shall take him together, encircle this threat, but be ever mindful of his motives." Spoke the Twi'Lek master.

 

"Yes master Foran" replied his students.

 

Sion seemed amused, and started forward towards the three jedi. He could sense great eagerness, combined with anger and fear, from the young male Padawan.

 

"I have slaughtered an army's worth of you jedi scum today, what hope do you three have against me? How can you believe in victory, when you clutch to such weak teaching, to restricted by an erroneous code of honor." Sion arrogantly scoffed.

 

"Your misguided evil, and corruption will end, you go no further Sith Lord." Spoke the twi'lek master firmly.

 

The three jedi ignited their blue sabers, and surrounded Sion to the best of their ability. The young man, twirled his saber in eager anticipation. Sion Ignited his blood red intrument of torment. and twirled it masterfully around his waist several times.

 

"Your move boy" He hissed at the young Jedi. "Come now, give into your hatred, slay me, like I slew so many of your friends today." Sion lashed.

 

"Samis, remain calm, we take him as one." The twi'lek spoke.

 

"I grow weary of this charade, now you die." Sion snarled.

 

He quickly turned and sent bolts of lightning coursing into the young female's body, she writhed and twitched and fell unconscious to the floor. "ZARETTA" The young man screamed. "Samis remain...." before the twi'lek could finish his line, his padawan had lept into the air at Sion, his blade helt high, ready to crunch down upon the Dark Lord. "You hurt her....I'll kill you, you ugly bastard."

 

Sion raised his blade and in an instant severed both of the boys hands,before he could even strike a blow. The boy screamed in anguish, but before his master could save him, Sion drained his life force, and absorbed his force aura. The boy dropped lifelessly to the floor. The Twi'Lek lept at Sion, and the two displayed a battle of saber mastery for several minutes, but the Twi'lek proved inferior to Darth Sion, and felt the Sion's saber implant in his chest. He to collapsed dead on the floor.

 

Accross the room, on the floor, the young girl moaned in pain. Sion turned towards her , struggling to rise to her feet after the harsh lightning current. He walked towards her. "Now before you die girl, you will experience a lifetime's worth of pain and suffering the like of which you have never felt, and with each scream, and each painful stroke coursing through you, will make me stronger, through your pain, I gain." Sion Laughed evily. Her agony filled screams filled the halls of the archives, and echoed throughout the temple, for several moments screams of such terrible torment echoed, and then faded to silence.

 

Sion stood over her mangled corpse, and breathed in the last vapors of her pain, and death increasing his power. "Lawful Sith" He scoffed to himself. To be united by such emotions as love and passion, are as weak and pathetic as the code which holds the jedi, and frankly it made him sick. Only a jedi broken, and corrupted by Kreias view of the force, could invent something so foolish. He would bring the true meaning of the Sith back to the galaxy, and all of those who would not follow him would meet a horrible fate. "A Galaxy built on blood, where only the strong survive." He spoke firmly.

"Come Exile, bring your little followers to me, and I will crush them, as I have crushed all before them."

[Tysyacha]

Ormond suddenly soiled himself. "G-g-g!" He'd known Sith Lords to get

angry, consumed with their hatred and bloodlust and vengeance, but

THIS angry? He weakly tried to cast Force Storm, but nothing happened.

 

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"Your operation is complete, Mistress," Tysyacha heard IG-12 vocalize

through a dim haze of pure oxygen. "You have two healthy twins. Boys."

 

"Zoltan...and Kilian," she whispered once Wash had removed her

Rebreather Mask tenderly. "Let Elron take them, or else this man."

 

Tysyacha suddenly coughed, and her throat sprayed blood. Regretting

spoiling Wash's uniform, she giggled and tried to wipe it off. "Let me

sleep," she whispered. "Let the Force take me where it would, and

spasibo...tysyacha raza... to both of you." She closed her eyes.

 

Wash wiped away a tear. He knew that meant, in some archaic tongue,

"Thank you, one thousand times." He took Zoltan and Kilian, the sticky

twins who were wailing loudly, in his arms and wrapped them in blankets.

 

(Note: Tysyacha has now passed away. For good. Carry on, my friends. )

[ExtreamJedi12]

"I have sensed the death of a sith who was good on the inside" Zaalbacca said. "I did too." Roarboar responded." The Jedi Exile, Tysyacha Dvukhsotnaya has become one with the force." Zaalbacca said silently.