Mistaken Identity || Star Wars Fanfic

Unlimited Power

Jaden frowned as he looked at the man's red lightsaber. "You're a Sith Lord?" he asked. He didn't know much about them, just what Satele had told him, but then again, that information was over 3,000 years out of date. What he did know was this man was dangerous; he felt it, the sheer power radiating from him. From what Jaden could sense, the Force didn't flow through him naturally—he gripped onto it greedily, as if trying to dominate it.

"I am Tol Skor, a Sith Acolyte in service to Count Dooku. Tell me your name so I may know whose lightsaber I present to my Master," the man said as he shrugged off his black cloak.

Jaden did the same, also unholstering the rifle from his back, though he kept his blaster in its holster. "I am Jaden Katarn, a Jedi Knight."

Tol Skor frowned. "I do not remember such a knight being in the Order... not even a Padawan of the name," he said, narrowing his eyes at Jaden. "No matter, you will be dead soon anyway," he said, gripping his lightsaber with both hands and raising it above his head.

Jaden ignited his own blue lightsaber, adopting a Form III stance. He wasn't very experienced with this form, but from what he sensed from the Sith before him, it would be wise to focus on defence.

Tol Skor ran down the platform, jumping when he reached the middle and bringing his lightsaber up before slamming it down at Jaden. Jaden twirled his lightsaber, parrying it off to the side, but Tol simply spun, bringing another powerful swing that Jaden blocked.

Tol backhanded Jaden, making him stumble back a few feet. Twirling his blade, Tol slammed it down again. Jaden blocked the slash, but the force drove him to his knees, giving Tol the chance to kick him in the chest, and sending him rolling backwards. Jaden rolled away just as Tol's lightsaber stabbed the ground where he had been. Jaden slashed at Tol's hand, but Tol spun away, bringing his lightsaber in a powerful arc. Jaden intercepted the strike, moved it over his head, and struck Tol in the face with his hilt. Tol, enraged, attacked faster and harder.

Jaden, though unused to Form III, blocked and parried most strikes, dodging the rest. Tol found this frustrating and feinted a downward slash. Jaden blocked high, leaving his midsection exposed. Tol kneed him in the gut, grabbed his neck, and threw him to the ground, nearly tossing him off the platform.

Tol jumped with his lightsaber aimed to impale Jaden, but Jaden reached forward, throwing Tol away with the Force. Tol rolled backwards, coming to his knees with a scowl. Both on their knees, they ran at each other, lightsabers clashing with sparks flying. Tol began using more advanced moves, his attacks becoming more precise and aggressive. Jaden struggled to keep up, his defences starting to falter.

Tol swung his lightsaber in a series of rapid, complex strikes, forcing Jaden to move quickly to block. Jaden parried a high strike, but Tol twisted his blade, making Jaden's lightsaber go wide. Seizing the opportunity, Tol thrust his blade toward Jaden's chest. Jaden dropped to the floor, grabbing Tols arm and flipping him over the platform's edge. Tol managed to flip and land on his feet below.

Breathing heavily, Jaden scrambled back to his feet as Tol glared up at him, his yellow eyes burning with anger. "Who are you, really?" the Sith growled.

"What do you mean?" Jaden asked, eyes narrowing.

"Exactly what I said," Tol replied. "You are no Jedi. I've fought them countless times; I'd recognize someone trained in the temple. You follow the forms, but you don't follow the basics taught when you're young. So I ask again—who are you?"

Jaden looked at him for a moment before shrugging. "Does it matter?" he replied.

Tol scowled and spat on the ground. "You've dirtied our duel. The person I fight is not even a Jedi, just a pretender. I was going to honour you by killing you quickly, but you no longer have that right."