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Yavin IV – The Temple’s Inner Sanctum
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The air in the chamber was thick with dust, stirred by the presence of
three Jedi and a battalion of Sith warriors
. The towering stone door, etched with the inscription of
Exar Kun
, stood behind us, the last obstacle before claiming the lost saber of the fallen Dark Lord. But between us and that artifact stood
dozens of dark-clad warriors
, their weapons gleaming in the dim torchlight.
At the center of the enemy formation, draped in a long, dark red cloak, was the Sith commander. His
helmet obscured his features
, but the sheer weight of his presence in the Force told me everything I needed to know—this was no mere follower. This was a
warlord of the Dromund Kaas cult
, a leader of their
forbidden crusade
to reclaim the lost history of the Sith.
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Jedi.
" His voice was a low growl, filled with condescension. He drew a
crimson-bladed saber
, its unstable hum cracking through the chamber. "
You will not leave here alive. You stand before the reclaimers of Kun’s legacy. Kneel, and your deaths will be swift.
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Ahsoka scoffed, rolling her shoulders as she ignited both of her
green sabers
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You Sith have the worst recruitment speeches. ’Kneel, or die.’ You ever try just asking nicely?
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Shaak Ti took a calm step forward, her white lekku swaying slightly. "
You desecrate this temple with your presence. You are not worthy of Kun’s blade. Stand down, and you may yet leave with your lives.
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The Sith commander let out a dry chuckle. "
We do not bow to Jedi arrogance. Kill them.
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The battle erupted.
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The chamber
exploded into motion
. The first wave of
Sith warriors surged forward
, their
vibroblades
flashing through the air, designed to
counter and resist
lightsabers through their cortosis weave.
Ahsoka met the charge head-on, flipping over the first attacker and
severing his arm mid-air
before landing in a smooth roll. Her second saber spun in a deadly arc, cutting through another warrior’s defenses before she dodged a horizontal slash, twisting into a precise counter strike that
tore through armor and bone
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Shaak Ti moved
like flowing water
, her movements deliberate and controlled. When a Sith warrior lunged at her, she dodged effortlessly, her saber flashing in a wide, sweeping motion that
disarmed one opponent and gutted another
. Her mastery of
Makashi and Ataru
was on full display as she danced between foes, her strikes methodical, her movements almost too fast to follow.
I focused on the
commander
, my blade meeting his in a vicious
clash of light and fire
. He was strong, his swings
heavy and relentless
, each one designed to overpower my defenses rather than outmatch my technique.
I countered with
precision
, using my
Makashi stance
to deflect and redirect his brute-force attacks. When he came in with an overhead strike meant to
split me in two
, I dodged at the last second, twisting my saber downward in a brutal
riposte
, slicing deep into his gauntlet. Sparks
flew from his severed armor
, but he barely flinched.
"
You fight well, Jedi,
" the Sith commander hissed, stepping back. "
But you are still blind to the truth. The Sith will rise again. You cannot stop us.
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I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, I
pressed the attack
, shifting into
Shien
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turning his brute force against him
. Each time he struck, I absorbed the blow and twisted it back, driving him into a
defensive retreat
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Meanwhile,
Ahsoka and Shaak Ti had turned the battlefield into a storm of light and death
. The two Jedi Masters fought
side by side
, their combat styles
contrasting yet perfectly synchronized
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Ahsoka’s
speed and acrobatics
allowed her to weave between opponents, her
Jar’Kai dual-saber technique
overwhelming those foolish enough to engage her. She executed a blinding spin, one saber cutting through the
exposed throat
of a Sith warrior while the other
deflected a vibroblade thrust
, sending the weapon flying before she delivered a finishing blow.
Shaak Ti, in contrast, was
pure elegance and efficiency
. She blocked an incoming strike, redirecting the blade and using the enemy’s momentum against them. Her saber found its mark
without wasted motion
, her
graceful footwork keeping her always one step ahead
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A group of Sith warriors rushed her at once.
With a
burst of the Force
, she sent them
hurtling backward
, crashing into the stone walls. Before they could recover,
Ahsoka vaulted over them
, plunging her blades into two of their chests before flipping away to avoid a retaliatory strike.
The battle was turning in our favor.
The Sith commander, now
visibly fatigued
, roared in frustration. He reached out, trying to
crush me with the Force
, but I countered with a powerful
Force Repulse
, blasting him backward into a crumbling pillar.
I advanced before he could recover,
slamming my saber against his in a series of lightning-fast strikes
, forcing him into desperation. He
staggered, his defense faltering
, and that’s when I saw my opening.
With a final
Makashi thrust
, I
pierced straight through his chest
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His breath hitched, his body tensing before going still. I withdrew my blade, and his
lifeless form collapsed
to the ground, his crimson saber clattering beside him.
Silence fell over the chamber.
The last of the Sith warriors lay dead around us.
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Ahsoka exhaled, wiping sweat from her brow. "
That was fun.
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Shaak Ti studied the stone door ahead of us, her gaze contemplative. "
We still have a task to complete. The saber is within.
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I turned toward the ancient Sith inscription on the door. "
Then let’s finish this.
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With the last of the Sith cultists defeated, the
tomb of Exar Kun lay unguarded
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We stepped forward, knowing that what waited inside could be even more dangerous than the battle we had just won.
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