Jaeger's eyes widened as Paxxus stepped forward unphased by the commissioner's rounds hitting his chest. He frantically squeezed the trigger faster with each step the immortal Vizier took bringing him closer. Harrsk's mind fell into a spiral, down the hollow eyes of Tyrell and into a maze of confusion and...helplessness. A feeling he had believed he had left behind on the streets of Teta as a fiery youth calling for Imperialism and the removal of the Sith-aligned Tetan monarchy. The Vizier darted forward and with one supernatural motion twisted Jaeger's gun back at him.
"It is a great shame; to be forced to persist after such a failure. But, I am grateful. You should be too." Tyrell unceremonially stated. The frigidness of death carried in his tone. Soulless eyes stared at him. Jaeger saw it then or rather accepted it. Tyrell Paxus was dead. Whoever returned from Dantooine was not the Grand Vizier, not the father of the Imperator. He raged and raged against the monster gazing at his soul - to no avail; no strength, no fire of his youth, no Power could help him escape the devil's grasp. Jaeger saw his fingers give in to the godlike strength of the Vizier but refused to close his eyes. Ever unyielding.
An explosion rattled the room and Paxxus' attention drifted away for a mere moment.
"Harrsk!" Elicia's voice blasted through the commotion. He caught her ducking behind cover from stormtroopers' hail of bolts.
She had given him an opportunity. One last chance.
Jaeger held the gun till his fingers broke and with the other desperately reached for the vibrodagger Elicia had slid down the floor at him. In one swift motion and with the howl of pain and despair, Jaeger Harrsk thrust hard and true the Grand Vizier's throat.
...
Lifeless eyes glared blankly at the dagger skewered into the throat.
It was over.
...
Lifeless eyes shifted back to Jaeger.
The momentary sensation of relief evaporated as the molten tide of despair rushed over him again.
"H-how?" he barely uttered.
"Truly - a great shame." Tyrell replied tonelessly.
Jaeger Harrsk yielded.
To the monster before him.
To that soulless abyss staring at him.
To the inevitable.
...
But he did not yield to who he was.
"I go out on my own terms...
...and so would Tyrell Paxxus!."
Through pure willpower, Jaeger shoved forward relentlessly until he hurled both himself and the posing fiend through the windows of the command room.
Two bodies plummeted down from the heights of Fortress Imperator.
The birds still migrated south.
The sun still rose.
The world still spun.
NIO | ALLIES |
Elicia Hejaran
TSE | ENEMIES
ENEMY:
Tyrell Paxxus
[permission for hits and control of this char given by their writer]