"The more you tighten your grip," the Jedi spirit's form continued to radiate positive energy, now visible both to Braxus and Elani, "The more systems will slip through your fingers."
Zark wielded a blade of pure light, hacking away at the Filth closing in all around them. Unspeakable creations were driven from his wake, and all the while visions of burning Coalition worlds filled his mind. The Parasite Lord sought to play on his material affections, but he had witnessed the birth and death of all creation. It would be a great tragedy if the Shadow Hand made good on his promise, but the Jedi Master was prepared to sacrifice trillions if it meant locking away the evil Prazutis had unwittingly unleashed upon them forever.
"Spare me your delusions," Zark shook his head, and with a wave of his hand the visions were replaced with a burning Ravelin skyline, "This is what it will come to in the end, Braxus. This is what it always comes to."
Prazutis brought the eldritch maul down, and the Jedi Master reached out with his free hand and caught it.
A thin layer of Force barrier sparked and crackled, necrotic energies of the Dreaming Dark already eating away at its edges.
"Do you think he'll stop with us?" the image of Zark asked her, "Now you see the true Lord Prazutis. Enemy of all life."
He circled Elani. The sight of a powerful Lord seemingly laid low had forced her to hesitate. Would she understand what she had seen here, he wondered. Maybe it didn't matter if she was too far gone to see him as anything other than a hated enemy. The Jedi in him still had to try, everyone was deserving of compassion.
"Strike me down and I'll become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."
His words resonated so that even Prazutis could hear them. Zark closed his eyes, and waited for the inevitable. He felt the katana pierce his form, and the spirit image burst in a flash of light.
Zark could feel the sharded consciousness fill his spirit, and a renewed psychic vigor halted the progress of his barrier's decay, even allowed him to push back against the Shadow Hand's maul. The last of his light anchor's reservoirs were rapidly drying up, somehow the vile abomination before him was siphoning away its power directly. He was running out of time, if he didn't find a way to end this Prazutis would quickly overpower the specter bolstered as he was by the Goliath's nexus.
"Seek me out, slave to the shadow," he grimaced against the strain of their clash, "You'll find my holocron in the light of dawn. Let us see if the great Hand of the Triumvir has the courage to fight without the cover of darkness."
It had taken all of his skill at illusion to shield the third mirror image from Braxus and Elani. Even now, the Shadow Hand's servants were frantically attempting to override the star dreadnought's controls which had seemingly taken on a life of their own. Orbital bombardment cannons locked onto the coordinates of the buried Jedi city at no one's command. All Zark hard to do was initiate the firing sequence, and the Sith would be denied their ultimate prize. A pyrrhic victory, to be certain, but a necessary one.
His hand reached out to seal the Fell Star's fate, and began to disintegrate before his eyes.
"What are you doing?" he asked, eyes wide, "Let me go. You know its right."
It is not our place.
"They broke the rules first!" the image snarled, and he reached out with his other hand but it was already fading.
You have lost perspective.
"You've doomed us all," Zark hung his head, nearly gone now, "So be it."
"I'll be seeing you Braxus," he narrowed his eyes at the Sith Lord, "Whatever happens next, know that you are watched."
The Jedi spirit was violently pulled away as if by some incomprehensibly vast cosmic cord. Prazutis' maul came down, shattering the faded lance and eradicating the lightside beacon into oblivion. The visions faded, of the outer rim, of the Bastion. He and Elani were now alone in the Goliath's throne room, as if Master Zark had never even been there at all.
Edited by Zark, 23 May 2019 - 07:50 PM.