:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
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Allies: Connel Vanagor | Lt. Bren Alazar | Gress D'ran | Jonyna Si | Varys Amun | Tarw Rhyfelwr | Vulpesen | Zaiya Ceti | Avery Vaaki
Enemies: Srina Talon
Vision remained blurred. Judah was forced to fight between his nightmares and the device in front of him. It continued to draw his emotion from him. Judah had struggled in his youth with keeping his feelings in check and balance. This was not a lack of discipline which came from immaturity, but rather the Jedi had been compromised by the pure power of the dark side, and the damage of his injuries. He had pushed ahead when caution would have told him to hold back. Judah was too stubborn to quit, however, and it would be the end of him some day, and likely soon.
Light and dark waged a war deep inside Judah’s psyche. The truth, something he should have known but had failed to see, plagued his thoughts. There should have been many questions, but Judah knew the grandmaster well enough to know that whatever he wanted to ask was muted with undeniable facts. He did not need to ask if it was true, he knew it was.
Horror fed the machine, his horror. The Sith Order was fuelled by what happened to Darth Empyrean, and it made Judah sick inside. The New Jedi Order was the reason the Sith Order was wreaking havoc on the galaxy, and the shadow could not justify his presence on Echnos City any longer. His attack on the device was not for the sake of aiding the Galactic Alliance in their victory, but it was for something simpler, basic, and carnal.
Self preservation.
The force alerted him to something coming toward him. Judah turned in barely enough time to cut the chair that had been launched at him in half. She would not spare him. Her message with the attack had been clear. If he persisted in trying to stop the device, she would kill him. The Echani had accused him of playing the fool, and perhaps she was correct. However, while she had sermonized him on his folly, the Empress had not listened to him.
Oh, she had said his life would not be enough, but if laying it down meant he could save just one, he would do so willingly.
His eyes went to his arm. Judah had not noticed the flesh had torn. The visual reminder of what he had lost at the hands of the Sith fueled the machine even more. Judah remembered the moment vividly. His duel with a Sith had been more than he could handle. Judah had yet been made a Jedi Knight, but had he not faced the Sith a fellow Jedi would have died, one Judah had cared about. The fear he felt, the panic, as he realized his skill was not enough to defeat the Sith alone was pulled to the front of his mind. Heat seared through his flesh causing the smell of burning skin and muscle tissue to flood his nostrils.
Judah cried out in pain as he reached for his arm.
His companion had been saved, but his arm had been lost.
Time was a blur as he remembered the way he lost his fingers on the other hand. A Sith, a witch, tried to get him to turn. She caused pain until he gave in. Why, because she could. Judah had gotten between her and what she wanted. His fingers had been the price of his foolishness. The shadow managed to escape, but the phobia device had pulled all the trauma the Jedi experienced, the fear he felt in the moment was used to power the waves which continued to pour out from the mansion into the city.
“You do not understand, do you?”
His attention was no longer on destroying the machine. Blue eyes turned to the Echani, her golden gaze was pure and stunning. Judah could not deny the woman was beautiful. Even the twisted perversion of the dark side made her seem more marvelous in a way. It would be a shame to have to fight her, but if that was where all of this was headed, then so be it.
“You say that as though I have something to lose. As far as I am concerned my life is already forfeit. So you tell me, what am I actually going to lose?”
His feet shuffled against the floor, moving the debris about with him as he did. Judah was moving toward her. The Echani was still near the device, but he had forgotten about it for the moment. It was as if he felt like there was something to prove to this woman.
From his estimation she had more to gain by keeping him alive than he had to lose by dying. Yet, Judah was not a complete fool. He would not throw himself on his own sword just to stop her. They were not locked in a physical battle, though it was turning toward it. Even as the device continued to beat out its rhythmic hum, Judah knew if wished to shut down the machine he would need to go through the Echani to do so.
His blade turned to the woman as she rose from the ground. It was unnatural and ethereal. The grace with which she moved only added to her beauty and seductive song. She would be easy to follow to the dark side if Judah was not so emphatically committed to the light side. His commitment was not one to waver even when it was in his best interest to do so. It would not fail now, and it would not fail when the time to confront Valery over what he learned here came.
Was he optimistic that he would live?
Foolishly so.
Just because Judah admitted he had nothing to live for, did not mean he wished for his life to be over. As long as the force filled his lungs with breath, the Jedi would fight for what he understood to be right. Regardless of Srina Talon’s view of cause and effect, her actions were still wrong. Valery cutting down her husband did not justify turning an entire city upon itself just to keep it from falling into the hands of the Galactic Alliance.
This was not war.
It was unforgivable brutality.
This action was no less wrong than what she accused the Jedi of doing. Judah supposed the only difference was, the Sith did not care. They could behave this way, and they would until someone strong enough came along to stop them. It was a challenge, a dare, as much as it was a statement.
“We both know I am not going to stop. You have seen enough of my foolish resolve to know that I cannot let this device remain active. Stand aside or force me to go through you to get to it. I will succeed, or I will die.”
His eyes locked with hers.
“I am not leaving until either outcome is achieved.”
Judah turned back toward the machine and lunged for it once more. His course had been decided.