Thread:Argali1/@comment-26863727-20160916042433

[Alternative timeline where Jorus/Darth Vesmar took Vader's place about six months prior to ''Jedi. ''Long story short, he convinced Palps that they should have two shield generators, one they let the Rebels know about and a secret one for just in case they actually pulled it off somehow.]

(11 ABY)

A dozen red armored men lay dead at the feet of the warrior in black and white.

They used to say that the Royal Guard were unstoppable.

No longer.

Now, there were no fighters between the man and his goal. Right through that door.

The dead silent corridor was briefly filled with the hiss of the atmosphere seal on the armored space suit he had used to board the dreadnought his master had taken to using more often than the Imperial Palace on Coruscant. He would not face this as a masked assassin.

"You have been disobedient, my servant. No, not just that, but outright dillusional. You cannot defeat me. You tried the day you became mine, and failed. Nothing has changed."

"You are wrong.. I can and will defeat you."

MUSIC!!!

The throne at the focal point of the bridge rotated around to face him. Nervous glances went between the crewmembers, before they returned to their duties out of fear of backlash later.

The ancient man stood up and raised a hand.

"So be it, swine."

Purple energy crackled across the room, only to be intercepted by twin amber lightsaber blades. A few small tendrils wrapped around the weapons and singed the suit, but Vesmar was unharmed.

The elder combatant added his other hand's power to the torrent. Now, the energy was much more difficult to hold back. Through a combination of the sabers, the Force, and raw physical strength, the younger could hold it back- barely. For several moments it remained deadlocked. Then, a console was sent flying towards him, propelled by only the power of Sidious' mind, no gestures whatsoever. This forced the apprentice to remove on Saber from the defense and catch the object. He was almost overwhelmed before he could send it spiraling towards Sidious, and he used the distraction to break off and charge in, weapon raised. But ere the blow could land, the crimson blade of Sidious intercepting every attack before it could connect, even when he struck from two angles. The master's speed and bladework were more than a match for his Form VII offense.

He was losing. Not slowly enough to turn this into a marathon duel, Sidious was driving him onto his back foot.

A Niman-implemented Force push drove him against the bulkhead, winding him. Vesmar could not retreat. He could only prepare as best a stonewall defense as he could in the second he had.

And then he felt the ghostly sensation of a lightsaber piercing his left lung. He slumped onto a knee, leaning against the wall.

"Your sense of vengeance is overdeveloped. Why care about that girl when you could have unlimited power?"

He sends forth a jolt of mild lightning from his hand as if to prove a point.

"And now you will scream just as she did!"

This time the electricity is intercepted by a blade. With his last but of focus, Vesmar has summoned the weapon to his hand. Sidious attempts to finish him with his own weapon. That too is intercepted. "Impossible. Darth Vesmar does not have this kind of power."

Another three blows are stopped by the wounded man.

"My.. name... is Jorus Colton."

He starts getting up.

"My goodness. You aren't so mad as to still be trying to win?"

He's fully standing now, and as during the fight the crew became transfixed, they are now visibly shocked by this level of defiance in a human being.

"You murdered... Kira..."

"Why, you are insane!"

He starts walking towards him.

"...prepare to die."

For the first time in almost a century, Sidious is truly and deeply disturbed, and it shows.

Jorus stumbles and nearly falls, but catches himself and keeps moving.

Sidious attempts Form VII offense. A mistake. The one thing at which his former apprentice dwarfed him in skill was the application of Juyo. The man knew every one of the style's stances and individual movements like the back of his hand. He grasped the Dark Lord's hands as he made an overhead swing and sent him stumbling towards the viewport at the far end of the bridge.

"My name is Jorus Colton. You killed my love. Prepare to die. Prepare to die with all the fear you harbor of your fate!"

And with that last word, Sidious felt pain for the first time in thirty years. The mark on his face was an ugly color, and his hood had a great slash cut in it. In desperation against this bizarre foe- he had already concluded that this was NOT the same opponent he was fighting- he grasped the crew with the Force and flung them at him. He slashed them into twos and threes. And now the thing was upon him, striking with such force that his saber was knocked from his grip. His back to the viewport. He raised his hands. "Mercy! I'll give you whatever you desire!"

"Promise me money!"

"Very well!"

"Promise me power!"

"Yes!"

"Now, I shall tell you what I truly want."

Colton bullrushed the Sith, simply refusing to acknowledge the lightning that struck him. A punch to the face- of all the undignified ways to suffer defeat- had Sidious stunned. He placed his hand onto his shoulder, and placed his deactivated lightsaber over the old sinner's heart. He said "I want Kira back you son of a tukata." And then activated the weapon.

It plunged upwards, so as not to depressurize the cabin. He looked at the body of his life long foe.

And collapsed. He though to himself: This is not so bad. I can be reunited with her, and this is rather perfect. I am free. 