CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Get out of the ship," the Chiss Imperial snarled at Toah and Kyle, holding his blaster directly at Toah's forehead. With no other options, the two Jedi reluctantly did so, their hands raised in surrender. Once they were out of the ship, one of the armored warriors, his face grim and serious, approached the two.
"Who are you?" he demanded. "And what business do you have here on Dathomir?"
"My name is Toah Jarsan," the young Jedi Knight said. "This is my friend, Kyle Katarn. And our business is of no concern to you."
The warrior smirked. "Try me."
Toah sighed and glanced at Kyle, who gave a look of uncertainty. Finally, he said, "We'll tell you only if you tell us why you are here."
The warrior laughed, though it sounded far from humorous. "Fair enough. You first."
"We are both Jedi Knights of the New Jedi Order," Toah explained. "Since our numbers are small, we were sent to find Force-sensitives to expand our order. Seeing as Dathomir has a Force-related sect, we came here."
"Forget it!" one of the female warriors snapped. "We are loyal only to Mother Zekla, and no one else!"
"Told ya'," Kyle muttered to Toah. "This was a pointless-"
"Quiet!" Toah hissed, turning back to the armored warrior. "Now you."
"Very well," the man said. "We are here for the holocron of an old Dark Lord of the Sith."
"Which is what I hold in my hand," said an elderly woman in blood-red robes, holding a pyramid-shaped object.
"And once I have what I came for," the man went on, "we will then leave. However..."
Suddenly, the armored man, along with another warrior, ignited a silver-colored lightsaber. The Chiss Imperial, the stromtroopers, and the witches, likewise held up their own weapons. The man glowered at Toah.
"...I'm afraid you will have to die."
* * *
In the darkness of his chamber, Darth Vorath sat in silence. The prophecy from the Tedryn Holocron had confirmed what he already believed, ever since he started his dark path.
The Apocalypse was coming, caused by one man alone. And that would be him.
But first, he had to eliminate the major leaders of the two, current warring factions, and all other opposition. And he knew just who to start with.
Soon, Vorath thought, I will accomplish what the Jedi could not begin to imagine. What Sith Lords like Darths Bane and Ruin could only dream of. Soon, I will be more than what any Dark Lord of the Sith could aspire to become.
Soon, I will become a god.
* * *
Toah and Kyle immediately activated their lightsabers as the two armored warriors attacked them. The Imperials and the witches could do nothing but watch as the duel took place. The older warrior fought with much ferocity, so fierce that Toah could barely manage to block his attacks. Kyle seemed to be having the same problem with his opponent, who was fighting more wild then a nexu cat.
Toah was not expecting this duel to last long, and he was soon proven correct as his adversary kicked his lightsaber out of his hand and Force-pushed him to the ground. Toah thought fast as the man moved to make the killing blow. He quickly rolled to the side at the last minuted when his opponent brought his blade down. The Jedi Knight then used the Force to summon his lightsaber back into his hand, igniting its blue-blade again.
The warrior glowered at him with contempt. He rose his blade, ready to make his attack. Toah likewise raised his in defense. But before either of them could make a move, an object flew from the air and landed less than a foot away from them.
At that same moment, one of the witches cried, "The Singing Mountain Clan!"
Soon, dozens of warriors, dressed in similar, yet at the same time different outfits than the withces, jumped out of the forests and charged. The man who Toah was fighting against widened his eyes and quickly turned to the elderly witch.
"Give me the holocron!" he shouted. The old woman complied and tossed the Sith artifact high up into the air. Toah moved to intercept it, but was pushed away by the other warrior who was facing against Kyle.
The older warrior caught the holocron and called out to the other Imperials. "Get back to the ship! Now!"
The stormtroopers and the Chiss Imperial immediately retreated while the elderly witch ordered her 'sisters' to retreat as well. Soon, the area was empty, save for Toah, Kyle, and their saviors.
"Uh, thanks," Toah said to the newcomers. "So, care to explain who those witches were? And who you are?"
"We are the Singing Mountain Clan of the Witches of Dathomir," said one of the 'good' witches. "I am Teneniel Djo, daughter of Allaya, and granddaughter of our leader, Augwynne Djo."
"Well, I'm Toah Jarsan, Jedi Knight," Toah said, shaking Teneniel's hand.
"And I'm Kyle Katarn," Kyle said with a grin. "And unlike my friend here, I couldn't care less about who those ladies were, or what in the blazes is going on. I just want to get off this blasted planet."
Teneniel glanced from Toah to Kyle confusingly. "Well, we cannot provide you with a ship," she said. "Can you not repair it, or contact your fellow Jedi?"
"Sure we do," Kyle said before Toah could say the contrary. "I've got a comlink."
Toah glared at his friend. "You had a comlink the entire time...without ever telling me?"
Kyle grinned. "Why should I have?"
Toah simply rolled his eyes.
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