Orchid Blaze - A STAR WARS Story

Chapter 10

The voice resonated through the rubble; his mechanical breathing echoing throughout the darkness.

"The force is strong with you. Do not waste your talents. Join the Empire; be one with the Dark Side."

"I am not interested, I will have my...."

The warrior stopped abruptly; his hands picking a sudden surge. Raising his hand, he sensed the darkness within the overturned rubble, the conclusion evident. The man in the black-cloaked robes had disappeared....

And he had just given his location.

"You cannot hide from me." chimed a mechanical voice behind him, followed with heavy robes flapping at the sudden rush. There was a crack of a red beam igniting from his sabre-handle; a low swift hum that grew in volume, the blade reaching closer to his ear.

I don't think so.

The hooded warrior stuck out his hand, as a unique mixture of black metallic hilt flew out from his belt, decorated with the golden slabs of Electrum along the top. With the flick of the golden slab, there was a flash and a crash which illuminated the faces, the red light-blade clashing violently with the blade of illuminated amethyst. With a parry, the hooded warrior retreated into the dark.

"Do you know the history of that lightsabre?" The booming voice chimed, as he stood amidst the rubble. "It owned by the one who led the rebellion against the former senator. The one who betrayed us."

"Lies!" the hooded warrior chimed from the darkness, propelling himself towards the cloaked enforcer, striking his light blade so hard, a hot white glow flashed across the chambers.

"This lightsabre belonged to a Jedi who knew of your treachery against the council!"

"He was weak. Too foolish to see the difference in my power!"

With a guttural bellow, the warrior took a leap, supported by the Peletokan which forced him forward aiming for the enforcer's arms and legs, unable to break through the numerous forceful thrusts of the Enforcer; his red-light sabre striking against the amethyst sabre, forcing the hooded warrior back into a defensive posture.

"As are you."

A final clash upon the amethyst blade sent reverberations of pain throughout the hooded warrior's form, barely holding onto the weight of the attack...the Enforcer was heavier than he looked as he placed his weight on the sabre, ready to take victory once his guard had been broken, only to peer into the warrior's amber irises, as he raised his face...hidden underneath a silver helmet, a wind slit for the eyes, with a triangular nasal cavity crafted for breathing, with a design resembling two long fangs.

The Enforcer staggered back, wondering whether he had seen a ghost as the hooded warrior took a leap back, and with a wave of the glowing amethyst sabre, held it in a reverse grip, raised above his head; his left hand pointed below, and knees bent, the right foot behind, and the left in front.

The lightsabre form...only two people in the Jedi had mastered it...one of which actually created it.

Vapaad.

No...It cannot be...

I...I watched you die!

"Who are you?" The enforcer spoke with a fury that made the ground shake once more.

"Today, with the power of Momin, the last wishes of master Plagueis, the legacy of the Jedi led by my brother before me, and in the name of the Kurennai, I shall claim your life!"

The warrior took his stance, and leapt into the air, almost reaching towards the Enforcer until streams of lightning poured from the darkness, striking the warrior with discriminate fury.

"You dare speak the name of Plagueis!" a croaky voice erupted from the darkness, as a black-cloaked man emerged from the shadows; his wrinkled hands outstretched as cobalt lightning peeled from his fingers.

With blue lightning surging throughout his body; the warrior grunted as he raised his head, turning towards the wrinkled man. "I told you I would return, Sheev. And my champion will...."

With a guttural howl, as the enforcer raised his lightsabre and with a definitive swipe, against the stomach of the warrior; the warrior released a gasp of air, and went limp, the helmet sliding off from his head, and clattered onto the ground.

The cloaked man and the grey wrinkled man watched in silence as the warrior fell towards the floor; his features stern, his dark skin wrinkled with age, with a scar that crossed hatched below his lower cheek.

The resemblance was uncanny.

"Leven Aten, the Orchid Blaze; the foolish Mandolorian-Sith-Jedi and the elder brother of Mace Windu." The wrinkled man snickered.

Leven spluttered with laboured breathing.

The wrinkled man flicked his wrist, his free hand now holding a lightsabre hilt. "Did you honestly think your actions would not have been noticed? You shroud yourself in the Force; concealing your movements. This would prove effective...against Jedi."

Leven coughed. "Ev..ev..."

The enforcer raised his lightsabre once more; the wrinkled man raised his hand stopping him.

"I would hear his last words." He croaked towards the Enforcer; ignoring his irritated exhalation from his skeletal mask.

"Ev...ev..."

"Go on." The wrinkled man taunted.

The warrior raised his head. "Everything...is going exactly...as planned."

The Electrum hilt span from the darkness, the switched flipped, releasing the amethyst sabre from within; the ignited sabre flew towards the wrinkled man; only to be snatched in midair, by the Enforcer.

The wrinkled man cackled as he raised his hands once more and released another blast of blue lightning. The warrior felt his life essence seep away from his body, the pain fading into waves of bliss...