(THIS PLAYS)
Syd cut down more Model 1 units. The One's and three's gave her the most trouble
Her orange blades whipped about, as much fighting her own despair and desire to drop dead and
let the murderous Droids rip her to pieces as she was fighting the actual Droids themselves, each sporting powerful energy blades that could resist the Lightsaber. Laertia's designs. They were brilliant. They were put to profane uses.
One woman's personal ambition, pride, and increasingly skewed sense of right and wrong versus an entire entrenched system equally convinced it was in the right. Any one else would have broken.
Syd fought throughwaves of Nuetralizers. She had once taught them alongside Laertia. Many still remembered her. But revelations on Korriban about her identity and spread through the Model 1 ranks, kept under strictest secrecy by them.
Her sons had known before she did, and kept silent to spare her madness. To no avail.
They
definitely wanted to kill her, and now that Laertia had let them off the leesh in regards to her, they were going for all it was worth. They were still under the mistaken impression that, whatever psychological shock their Mother had suffered, they could still kill Syd before the secret could come out.
Syd cut them down, her blades and sorcery to full effect. Most clashes lasting only a few seconds before a Droid fell. She dodge or phased through projectiles as necessary to reach those in her way. And they would die, who or whatever fired at her. The more she cut down the less there were to kill innocent Jedi and Soldiers.
It was her mess and it was
all her fault.
At least, that's what she told herself.
And then, in a clearing of snow, She at last saw her. Her armor mangled and broken, hair frosted over at the edges. Eyes blood shot, face covered in nervous breakdown sweat, all in contrast to Syd's eerie perfection in the blizzard conditions, the snow steaming before it could hit her.
Syd saw the dozens of soldiers and a few Jedi Battlemasters she had cut down to get here, in a massive trail of dead behind her.
"JULIA!" Syd called out. "I...I..."
Syd deactivated her staff.
"Julia, this must
stop..." Syd pleaded. "When you started all of this...you weren't in it to hurt people...not innocent ones anyway..."
Laertia said nothing, lost in a fugue state. She didn't even remember where she was.
"I should have stopped you after Dantooine..." Syd reminded herself out loud, crestfallen. "I should have reigned you in when my own Padawan killed another. There were so many points where I should have reigned you in. And I didn't."
A single question escaped as a hate filled rasp from a psychologically shattered Xiphos.
"Why didn't you?"
Syd was silent for a moment, and everything around them seemed quieter.
"I think...on some level...part of me..." Syd trailed...
"...part of me wanted
payback...on them. That's what I worry the reason I never pulled you away from your choices was...because in spite of myself...in spite of my
entire history...there was a part of me that
wanted you to be right about them. And I'm ashamed of that part now."
Laertia Io said nothing. Xiphos had ceded control back to her for this one instance, because even the part of her that was Xiphos couldn't justify not letting Laertia be in complete control this time. Because it sent a stronger message than if it was just Xiphos doing it.
Xiphos angled a curved hilt with a purple blade and Syd wanted to wretch in disgust at the perverse irony of the weapon Xiphos had been using since the conflict started here.
It was her own saber from when she had still been Darth Phyre, she could see Laertia's intent: Laertia wanted to dismember her with her own weapon.
"Laertia...I'm
sorry! I didn't
know! If I had...
I would never have gone near you...." Syd pleaded. "But whatever hatred you hold towards me...however
deserved...you don't have to take it out on everyone else...
please! Please
surrender!"
Laertia Io staggered stiffly towards her, unconcerned where she was, her family's dismemberment at her lover's hands on loop in her skull.
"
ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME CAN BE LAIN DIRECTLY AT YOUR FEET! A DECADE OF MISERY IN THE SLUMS!!! A LIFE OF FEAR AND BRUTALITY SINCE I WAS A CHILD!!! I SAW THINGS THERE!!! I KILLED!!! AND KILLED!!! AND KILLLLLLLEDDDD!!!" Laertia screamed in rage, the force taking over for her damaged vocal chords. Knife like pain seared her throat as she screamed her fury out.
"YOU MURDERED MY PARENTS!!! YOU DISMEMEBERED THEM AND
LAUGHED AS YOU DID IT!" Laertia shrieked, spit flying from her mouth and going bug eyed with homicidal intent.
Syd was silent, unable to retort to any of it. Because it was the truth. Whether it came from an insane, fallen Jedi or not, it was the truth, not even twisted by the Dark Side. But that was because it was already so twisted even the Dark Side couldn't have hoped to twist it further. There was no Jedi teaching that could counter it. No pithy, clever, yet empty saying of some ancient master that could be called upon to refute sheer naked fact, or quell a completely, one hundred percent justifiable hatred.
The Jedi Code had
no say in this fight. The dispute here, and how personal it was, were beyond the scope of its ability to address.
All Syd could do was try to avert the inevitable.
Syd threw down her staff.
"If you want your revenge then take it. Kill me. I won't stop you. But stop the rest of this. End your crusade against the Jedi. Let me be your final kill...just stop hurting other people. You've lost the plot. There's no need to fight The Jedi."
"I cannot help but wonder..." Laertia said in a rasp. "If I had met with nothing but success...would you have stayed?"
Syd looked her dead in the eyes.
"I
do not know."
"I suppose there was little point in asking. Pick up your blade."
Syd stood firm. "NO. That is the deal I am offering. Kill me here. But this crusade of yours stops. Your alliance with Phyre's cult stops. Do this and I will make no attempt to defend myself."
"You will dictate no terms to
me..." Laertia snapped. both she AND Xiphos in total agreement. "Y'know the completely
fethed irony in all this? I could never have made it this far without your Cult's help. And right now...I can't think of a better way to go on
hurting you even after your death than to continue to
use them, to cast them into the thick of it, making sure its the ONLY part of you that survives. So
no, Syd. I don't accept your terms. Now pick. Up. Your.
Blade." she demanded in a low snarl.
Syd looked at her in misery.
"What if I just want to let you kill me
anyway?"
Laertia shrugged.
"Your choice. But if you don't pick up that blade...it's not
Starlin I'll come after. It's his mother that will suffer. I'll make the little bastard an Orphan
like you made me, and then we'll both be totally caught up in the parallels. The best part? HE WON'T EVEN NEED TO ASK WHERE I GOT THE IDEA FROM!"
Syd didn't know she was screaming in rage until her orange blades corkscrewed through the air for Laertia's head and the pair ruthlessly slashed and stabbed at each other, Syd clearly having the energy advantage as she drove Laertia backward in a frenzy...
Meanwhile...
"Unfortunately for
you...no..." the catsuit clad Sith replied to
Starlin Rand
.
"I am Darth Themis. Whisperer of the Thirty Fifth Heresy, which governs Alkahest. And your master murdered my entire family and me, once, long ago, trapping my spirit in a black flame of the dark side to torture my soul for eternity. I got better. And I have come for my revenge."
Themis sprinted, lunging with her spear in a swift, superhuman motion for his chest, thinking only of causing Syd a similar level of pain as she had caused
her...
Cameron Crownwraithe