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Bloodthirsty Chapter 4: The Final LessonVila approached the village, the fog still hindering sight, anger boiling throughout her as questions filled her head. How? Who? Her mind shifted as she thought of her master, where was he? Is everyone else dead? She shook her head to shake the thoughts and kept walking through the marshy land. Each step sinking deeper into the mud as the drenched robes she sported stuck to her body as if it were painted on, and from the waist down she had been covered in the brownish green mud she had been trekking through. Finally reaching the village the fog cleared just enough for her to rely on pure vision and not the force to guide her, yet she could feel the force more than ever. No, not the force, the dark side. Dark energies surrounded her, clawing at the outsides of her skin trying to take full control, and she embraced it. Letting herself drown in the dark side, she felt herself rise and the power building within her caused her to stand up straight forgetting everything and basking in this ominous sensation. She walked through the village, finding the answer to her questions every few steps as she found droids cut up, other workers such as Bith and Rodian bodies were strewn about the ground, all dismembered with the burn marks of a lightsaber. Vila thought for a second, it couldn’t have been a Jedi unless it had been a grey or rogue Jedi who had been in hiding since the order fell, but that was highly unlikely since most active Jedi were killed in the explosion at the academy. The rest other than Vila were hunted by the person who had blown it up. Vila had never heard about what happened to the lost Jedi Ben Solo, she had only heard the rumors that he had joined some cult called the Knights of Ren, had he come for Vila? Was his cult on the hunt considering she was one of the only Jedi who weren’t caught in the explosion? She searched through the bodies, so many scattered across the swampy mess, covered in dirt but the scars from the energy beam stuck out like a Senator in The Works. Her mind sat on the thought for a second, and then it clicked as she put her head down and made her way to her master. Dyrek was a man who lived by the Sith code. Spending his time studying the works of legendary Sith before him, his throne room was filled with old artifacts and statues collected from all around the galaxy. Some were stolen from museums, others found in the haunted tombs of old Sith masters. Vila had been on many adventures visiting planets overcome by the dark side, and had been too familiar with the texts and artifacts so she paid them no mind as she walked straight to her master. Dyrek sat hooded, his horns popping up almost piercing through the top of the hood. He pulled his hood down, showing a cut up face of the Devaronian, his dark red eyes staring straight into Vila’s soul. His head dropped as he began to listen. “Master. What has ha-“ she was interrupted by his raspy, ancient voice. His hand raised, he pointed a finger at the bag hanging down from her shoulder. “I see you have the holocron. Good work.” He said softly, and slowly pronouncing each word. His head lowered as he spoke again. “Bring it to me.” He said as he put both hands out with the palms up for her to place the bag. Vila sat hesitant to move forward, not shocked by her masters calmness as it just confirmed her belief. “Master, I want to know what you did to my workers.” She said, staring right back at the sharp ends of the horns atop her masters head. He picked his head up to meet her eyes, a subtle smile on his face. “Excuse me?” He said, pushing his palms out more to gesture for the holcoron again. “Bring me the holcoron, then I will explain our future. In my explanation, you will learn a truly important lesson about the Sith and their feelings towards loose ends.” “Loose ends? They were helping us establish ourselves, while I finished our mission they were supposed to-“ “Enough!” Dyrek yelled, dark energies starting to fume throughout the room. “Disobey an order from me again, and I promise you one thing. Regret. Now give it to me before I have to force you too.” His hands lowered to his side now, Vila didn’t speak as thoughts and emotions were doing laps throughout her body. “Yes Master.” She said, stepping closer and taking the object out of the bag, handing it to Dyrek. He smiled and began to chuckle, then his eyes turned to slits and the energies that Vila felt all around the room seem to dissipate, as if converging all of the energy into one object. Dyrek’s hand rose and at the same time Vila let herself fall into the force, reaching out to her Master trying to feel his thoughts. “You ignorant fool.” He said as he used the force to grab the holocron from her. “Ahhh, yes.” He said as it started to glow red. “Now, please tell me wh- ahhh” she screamed as electricity shot from one of Dyrek’s raised hands. “First lesson, good soldiers follow orders.” He said, the blue beams of energy flowing through Vila’s veins, burning like fire. Her body dropped as charred flesh infused the room, she motioned for her lightsaber but the pain was too much. She could feel herself withering away, her soul cowering in a corner next to a broken wall inside of her. Reaching into herself and allowing the force to take over, she was able to call on it to help ease the pain. Dyrek’s hand lifted and the electricity stopped immediately, he wafted the smell of flesh toward his nose enjoying every second as he sat in the cloud of it. “I hope you have learned your lesson my apprentice. I believe that you will be of great help in my next journey, to kill you may have proven useless. Now let us move on to what your next mission is. Our time on this disgusting planet is finished, but we must not leave the valuable Sith artifacts behind. Gather them and prepare a ship, our next stop is somewhere a little more populated.” He said smiling, maintaining eye contact. Vila tried suppressed her anger as she had many times before, but something inside of her was pulsating almost as if to ready her for an oncoming attack. Dyrek sat waiting for a response still keeping the smile on his face. “It seems I did less than enough to make you understand. Maybe you could use a more intense lesson.” He said as his hand cuffed his chin, sitting in thought with himself. “Yes, yes I think another lesson is in order.” He said as now both hands raised just below his neck and extended out his hands with extreme exaggeration, as he felt the electricity building inside him. It coursed through his body, burning his insides until it reach his fingertips escaping into the air. Lightning shot straight for Vila’s face, but in split second timing she got to her feet grabbing the hilt of her saber and igniting the blade that screamed death to the opposing side. The electricity hit the lightsaber and careened off of it. “You dare defend against my attacks.” He said, his face holding an expression of surprise. He brought his hands slightly closer to his body and pushed out further to increase the power of his strike. In return Vila called on the force, and could feel the pulsing inside of her stomach ramp up, she was reaching a breaking point. The lightning started to hit the artifacts, burning books as well as damaging statues all around the room, upon noticing this Dyrek stopped. “What power you hold.” He said as he stood up from his chair, towering over Vila in height. He took his robes showing his all black tunic and put them on his chair. His curved lightsaber with a bulging handle caught Vila’s attention. It had been a long time since she had seen him in action, and it had been just as long since Vila battled anyone with a lightsaber. Her anger building inside of her, she looked up at him with her’s still ignited. “You had so much promise, young one. I want to tell you I’m ashamed to have to do this, but that would be a lie and truth be told, I want you to know honesty before I cut you down since you have been living a lie.” “You’re no true Sith, in fact the last few tests I’ve had for you have been failed, all but the most important one. As I said before, you would be of great use to me in future endeavors but you’ve given me no choice. I guess in the end, you’ll die just like everyone else on this planet, and to think I had placed my faith in you, again it was misplaced. Nothing that ancient Sith Lords like myself haven’t seen before, but this one won’t end like last time Vila, you will die here. I will cut you down along with your foolhardy dreams.” He said as he unhinged his hilt. “You’ve placed no faith in me, you said it yourself I’m just a soldier following your orders. No more. You used me to gather these Sith artifacts for you, yet I have a right to them just as you do.” She said, the resentment taking over her tone. “You ignorant swine! You think you have a right to these? Don’t kid yourself Vila. These are Sith artifacts, and you have decided that you no longer follow the code” he said watching for her reaction, Vila’s mouth smirked slightly. “Stop talking as if you are the Sith, don’t pretend like if the Emperor was still around, or Vader you wouldn’t be just another apprentice like me. All this time you must have felt like you got lucky finding me alone after the temple had been burned, someone to coerce into your old and fragile ways. I think it’s time you understand how unlucky you were.” “You believe me to be lucky in finding you? Do you not know the ways of the dark side? I took you in and made you what you are, without me where would you be? Hunted down and dead at the hands of a rogue Jedi? Off searching for a fallen order lead by a broken man? If it wasn’t for me you would still be glued to the pointless rules of the forgotten Jedi. It was you who was lucky, lucky enough to impress me that night.” He said as his blade erupted from the hilt with a snake like hiss, the hum was an ominous sound that sent shivers down most opposition’s spine, but not Vila. “Consider this your final lesson.” He said as he lunged toward her spinning his body into a full 360. At the same time Vila had jumped forward, her lightsaber across her chest as the two blades met, and so did they, their faces inches away from the crimson glow and their eyes locked....
Bloodthirsty Chapter 3“Tell Master Dyrek that the task has been completed, and I am traveling to him now.” Vila said staring at the hologram of a protocol droid. “Yes m’lady it will be done, is there anything else you require for your return?” “You will tell Yurie that I have a message for her, and that she must meet me outside my ship upon my arrival.” “It will be done Master Vila.” Master Vila flicked the auto-pilot on as she sat back thinking on that word for a second, she felt it sounded right before her name that it belonged to her. She had been learning under Dyrek for more than 10 years and had become so powerful. Her eyes closed as she drifts off, but her mind hadn’t wondered but instead it focused on her inner self. She meditated to interact with her true feelings, her true self that had not been entirely engulfed by the dark side giving her the ability to see things in a neutral light. Vila’s breath flowed in and out as she reached deep within her feelings, and even deeper within her mind. After a few minutes of searching through the depths of her mind she reached something she had never seen before, unlocking a feeling that had been known until now. Within it she saw a wall that was lined with cracks from the pulsating energy it surrounded, she suddenly understood that this was her true power that had somehow been made unreachable in her head. She kept searching throughout her mind, going through different memories of her training as a Sith, and different lessons her master had taught her. Reaching even further back she found fond memories of herself during her Jedi training at Luke Skywalker’s Jedi Academy, and returning to find the entire building in flames and dead Jedi scattered around the surface, screams started to fill her mind, growing louder with each time. Her eyes opened wide as she sat up straight, she stared out the viewport to black, empty galaxy that was littered with small lights all around. Master Vila she though again, as she sat back and closed her eyes. ***** Once again she was awoken abruptly, but this time it was due to a shooting pain inside of her chest, as if her heart were screaming throughout her entire body sending her out of her seat and straight to the floor before disappearing almost instantly. Vila took a few deep breaths before she decided to stand up, and then started checking around the cockpit just to be cautious. On her way around the area she checked the flight path, everything seemed to check out and the cockpit was clear. She turned on the scanner and ran a life forms check on the entire ship and found nothing, so she took another deep breath put her head back and stared off into the depressing display of darkness outside of the ship. A few seconds of silence calmed her before a feeling of emptiness took over her heart and voices started to yell inside of her head, the words were mumbled and hard to understand. The pain stopped again, but a certain darkness loomed inside her stomach, and that stayed. She stood up, confused as to what this feeling was and unable to complete her meditation any longer. Vila’s mind stirred as she thought to herself. If it was a vision, the strength of the dark side would cloud it, causing it to become a mere ache. That would explain why these instances keep going away so quickly, unless some dark side wilder is trying to deceive me? But that’s nearly impossible the only true living Sith around these days are Dyrek and myself, there is no other existing being who could trick me… unless it is Dyrek himself. But why? Does he suspect betrayal? What would make him think such a thing? Her thoughts came to a stop as she could see her destination, and instantly an ominous feeling polluted her body, a feeling she welcomed with open arms. She snapped the auto-pilot switch off and got ready to land. ***** Vila shut the ship off and grabbed the bag, something had felt different since she left, a sense of complete ruin that she had never observed before. Something was wrong, there was not a single person in sight as she landed and Yurie wasn’t waiting for her like she had asked. A lighter feeling came over her as her mind shifted to Yurie, one of the only people Vila had actually befriended and confided with completely on this lonesome planet. Yurie was someone that Vila could tell everything too, and that is the difference between their relationship and the Master and apprentice relationship she had. Dyrek lives and breathes the Sith code, he says the lines before sleep every night and allows it to rule his life and that is where he and his apprentice are at odds. She thought this over as she grabbed her belongings and left the ship, also thinking about how she was going to punish the droid for not delivering her message to Yurie… she smiled. Rain poured down on her while she was walking out into the gross, dark brown mud that slowed her steps, setting her eyes on the place she called home. The few trees she saw bent at the strong winds, she looked straight ahead into the gray mist to see nothing but stayed focused on reaching the village. The mist thickened as the strength of the storm picked up, leaving Vila walking blind using the force to guide her. Sensing the village getting closer, she put her head down and kept going, accidentally tripping over something laying in the mud she fell to the ground dropping the bag she was carrying. Feeling beside her reaching for the bag she felt something metal, she turned to see what it was and realized it was the protocol droid she had spoken too earlier. Confused, Vila stood up and reached to the holocron through the force, feeling its sinister energy a few steps away. Her eyes finally found it, but that wasn’t the only discovery they made. Next to the bag was, a person? Vila asked herself, “No. No how?” She said anxiously as she dropped to a knee to see the face up close. Instantly, the pain in her chest was back and it lingered as she started to hold the body in front of her. She dropped her head, fighting back the emotion building up inside, one tiny tear was able to break through the wall of darkness that was Vila The tear ran to the bottom of her chin, dropping down onto the face of her fallen friend, she held the body of her best friend Yurie closer....
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