INTERIOR VERSAI TECH – HANGER BAY J-1198

    While Val takes control and shackles his inner demon back in the hanger bay, Jenner stands over Lance watching him struggle to maintain his grip and avoid a fatal fall. Lance’s mind races with the events that have led to this moment now, where his next move would either kill him and fail Tula or save him and turn the tide on Jenner…it all came down to this last decision, as risky as it was…all of the fighting all of the arguing all the pain and suffering had led to his last act as the valiant fighter he was, that one defining moment that stands out above the rest in a fairy tale…the moment the hero makes his move.

JENNER – (grins) Well I suppose this is the part of the story where the villain is supposed to say something stupid and allow the hero to triumph, Then again this is reality isn’t it Lance? In this world there is no set formula.

Lance doesn’t say a word as he draws in the light side once more, struggling to draw upon the powers of the force once more time, flexing his fingers tightly on the ledge, he waits for Jenner to follow his common sense and step on his fingers. As Jenner’s boot moves to do so, Lance lets his body slump downward, then up, springing with the force as his guide, he throws his body forward, stretching his arms out to his sides for balance, rebounding his feet off Jenner’s back, sending him crashing to the floor and back into the room. His hand grasps his blaster and he trains his aim on the two latches securing the ysalamiri.

While Jenner struggles to get back to his feet, Lance unloads his blaster in a hail of crimson energy into the two ysalamiri frames. The result of his precise aim causes the frames to explode off the protective casing of the cages, while as the metal flies away and exposes the vulnerable containers with the worm like creatures within, the blaster shots open up the cage like swiss cheese. This in turn instantaneously blocks the force from the room as the ysalamiri’s force void bubbles emit from the holes in the cages.

With the force no longer left for him to depend on Jenner whips his body around and draws his lightsaber, igniting the blade knowing he can still parry Lance’s blaster shots with ease as he swings his body out of the peril of the twin doors open behind him.

Lance stands tall, breathing heavily as his force guidance begins to take its toll on his body, still the chromed shaft of his DL-44 shimmers in the light of the room, as he trains his aim on Jenner’s body.

JENNER – I can still defeat you without the power of the dark side! You forget I still have this!

Lance stays solid in his position as he aims towards Jenner as he reassumes a Form K stance of holding his blade upward to face towards his opponent. Suddenly the crimson shaft begins to flicker and sputter out much to Jenner’s amazement. In a act of pure desperation, Jenner grabs his blaster from within his tattered robe and trains his aim on him…both fighters once again in a showdown, but this time Jenner no longer had the ability to use the dark side to his advantage.

LANCE – (smirks) Actually Jenner this is the climax of the story, you see this is the part where the hero dispatches the villain and rescues the girl.

Jenner gasps heavily, sliding his fingers along the vial of red liquid in the folds of his robe, withdrawing the “prize” of the contest as Lance narrows his eyes.

JENNER – (gasps) Count of…of…three…or I drop it.

Lance smirks and nods his head, glancing as Jenner furiously glares down to his misaligned lightsaber, reduced to nothing but shiny black paperweight. Breathing carefully now, Lance clears his thoughts and focuses the site of his DL-44 on Jenner, sliding his fingers along the trigger.

Suddenly, Michael begins to speak into the comlink in Lance’s ear, uttering something about Marc beginning to wake up, uttering something about a pink lightsaber.

JENNER – One….Two…Three!

Lance distracted by the message in his ear takes the full brunt of Jenner’s blaster bolt shearing through his left thigh as he drops to one knee howling in pain, squeezing the trigger of his blaster he raises his eyes in surprise as nothing happens but a resounding…CLICK.

JENNER – COULD THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE FOR YOU LANCE! IT LOOKS LIKE IN ALL YOUR HEROIC DEEDS YOU HAVE EXHAUSTED YOUR AMMUNITION!

Jenner triumphantly begins to charge towards his fallen opponent, training his blaster to fire on him when he was at point blank range so he can see the whites of Lance’s eyes before he killed him, in typical villain egotism.

Lance staggers back to his feet, slightly bent over trying to stay off his injured left thigh, feeling the burn ripple through him, seeing Jenner playing right into his hands. Jenner’s pace is swift, as his robe dances through the air, his eyes narrowed with his lips parted wide in a sadistic smile, smelling the wounds on Lance, lunging for the kill. Suddenly he stops dead in his tracks because as Lance trains his aim back on Jenner a broad smile crosses his lips.

JENNER – YOU’RE OUT OF AMMUNITION! THIS GAME IS DONE!

LANCE – (grins) I didn’t run out of ammunition Jenner…

JENNER – WHAT???

LANCE – (flicking his finger on a switch) I just left the safety on.

Jenner’s eyes widen to small pupils from the blinding shower of crimson red energy racing towards him from Lance’s very well loaded weapon. Lance’s eyes flash with satisfaction as he empties the entire power pack on auto fire as Jenner staggers helpless without force enhanced speed to dodge the bolts tearing into his shoulders, arms, legs, chest, and the last vision he sees as his body tumbles towards the right as the bolts of coherent energy cleave through his body is the last shot in Lance’s barrel pass right between his eyes and back out through his skull.

Slumped on the floor as smoke rose from his blaster riddled corpse.

Quillion’s Apprentice…the terror that had haunted the walls of Versai Tech over the last couple months was finally defeated in one blaze of red fury from a hero who proved to be more then what he had seemed.

Jenner was dead.

Lance breathed heavily as he started t make his way slowly to the raised ramp where Tula was laid out. First walking over to Jenner, he tore the antidote from his clammy hand continuing his accent up a ladder leading to the top of the platform. Lance’s body ached with each step as his thigh burned from Jenner’s lucky shot, his lips pursed in thought at last seeing Tula An laying across the top of the flight deck, one arm bent and raised while the other draped over her chest, almost as if she were a sleeping princess, awaiting the prince to kiss her and break the spell.

Lance still heard static in his ear piece as Michael began to speak to him, alerting his superior as instructed that Marc Jade was now waking up, still mumbling incoherently.

MICHAEL – (com) Lance he’s still saying something about a pink lightsaber…I don’t understand it do you think he’s delusional? That he means red?

LANCE – (pacing to Tula) I don’t know, try to get him to clarify it. Jenner is dead you may come and join me now…and bring help.

MICHAEL – (com) Marc is saying something about a tazer gun being used on him, I think he’s having a flashback. He’s recovering ok but he keeps rambling on about Jenner fighting strangely, with a mask on.

LANCE – (com) Why would Jenner need a mask and tazer? He knows we know who he is and he knows that his lightning is more then ample.

MICHAEL – (com) I don’t know. Its really strange its almost as if he’s describing a whole different person but there is only one Jenner right?

Lance listens to Michael as he unscrews the top of the vial to the antidote and opens Tula’s lips, pouring in the contents, making sure she swallows the liquid as her body begins to stir slowly. His eyes fill with joyful tears as he sees her green orbs flicker to a dazed awareness. Her gaze staring into his own blue orbs as she slides her arms up and around him, drawing Lance down to cradle her in his arms. The two sharing a passionate embrace as the contest is won.
 

INTERIOR VERSAI TECH – MARC’S HOSPITAL ROOM

While Lance embraces his cherished female, brought out of her spell Michael continues to question Marc Jade. Marc’s eyes flicker a moment as he tries to remember clues to his battle, which according to Michael’s dossier on Jenner, go against the data he has gathered on him.

MARC – (to Michael) Jenner wore the same outfit you have on those Killian people, and used a pink lightsaber against me. I remember the blade distinctly; it looked like the type Vader used.

MICHAEL – Jenner has a crimson red blade Marc, you must surely be mistaken.

MARC – (groans) No, trust me…when you see something like that up close take off your limb you tend to remember those events very vividly. There was one other fascinating thing I gathered when I bit him.

MICHAEL – (quirks a brow) What was that?

Marc struggles to remember the details as he strains his thoughts, picturing the torn glove off Jenner’s hands, and the dexterity and curved nature of the hand underneath. The clues started to add up now, from the hand to the pink blade and the controversial attempts to hide his identity there was a new angle on Jenner’s master plan.

MARC – (whispers) Of course! That’s it! Come closer Michael, I have to tell you something…

Michael leans closer to Marc, lending his ear within his reach hearing him whisper something. Suddenly Michael’s eyes widen in shock, not taking so much as a second guess or thanking Marc for the information he dashes down the hallway and into the nearest turbo lift.
 

INTERIOR VERSAI TECH – HANGER BAY J-1198

Tula slowly slides her fingers through Lance’s hair, as she talks to him in her soft voice, lending words of encouragement to her prince.

TULA – (innocent) Is he…is he finally…dead?

LANCE – (nods slowly) Yes, his terror is finally over Tula. He can no longer harm you…we’re safe.

Tula’s eyes lift up towards Lance, then over to the far end of the platform, whispering into his ear softly.

TULA – But I heard that in the stories…the villain always manages to come back…for one last act of revenge.

Lance quirks a brow a moment as his ear piece blares with Michael shouting to him, but his words are lost in the static, breaking his transmission into garbled gibberish as Lance rises to his feet a moment and paces over to the far end of the landing platform, placing his trust in his new found love interest.

TULA – Do you see him?

Lance bends over a little more peering to the floor below, seeing Jenner every much dead and motionless on the floor, his riddled corpse still exuding lines of smoke.

LANCE – Yes, I can see him he’s dead.

Tula slowly slides up to her feet, staggering a moment as she closes her distance coming behind Lance, placing one hand on his shoulder. A slight glint can be seen along the back of a belt she has wrapped around her body. There was a reflection being cast off something she had behind her, dangling. Her paces begin to change from a staggered, poison filled walk to a more aware stance as her fingers slide along her back.

LANCE – He’s definitely dead Tula. There is something that does puzzle me though.

TULA – (drawing closer) What might that be love?

LANCE – (breaths softly) Something about a pink lightsaber…did you ever see Jenner use one?

TULA – I’ve seen it…

Lance shakes his head in confusion as he continues to keep his eyes tracked on Jenner’s lifeless figure. Tula also continues to advance but her voice seems to shift from her timid self to a move bolder tone as she closes distance.

LANCE – I thought Jenner didn’t like two lightsabers…

TULA – He doesn’t baby…Because that lightsaber didn’t belong to him.

LANCE – (startled) This is the first time I’ve heard you call me “love”. What do you mean it doesn’t belong to him?

Lance’s eyes blink in confusion as he hears Michael utter one word to him before he feels a searing pain slam right through his chest, through muscle and tissue, burning from the inside out. Trapped between the pain and Michael’s single word echoing in his mind. The word was “female”.

Lance stares in horror as he finds his mysterious pink blade piercing right through his right breast, the blade belonging to none other then Tula An herself. He doesn’t have time to cope with the bitter betrayal as Tula withdraws the blade, spinning him around to plant a kiss on his lips before hurling him off the platform and into yet another pile of boxes below.

Lance blinks from below as he sees Tula retracting the pink blade. The platform begins to lower until both her and the surface of the flight deck are in view. Tula holds in her left hand now the vial of the “antidote” to her poison as she walks over casually to Lance sprawled out and helpless atop the pile of boxes that broke his fall, as well as a rib or two.

TULA - Because beloved...it belongs to ME.

LANCE – (conflicted) Why Tula…why you?

Tula smiles broadly as she finished the remains of the contents in the glass vial before casting it on the floor as it shatters in pieces. Tula’s eyes widening with delight as she licks her lips, assuming a very Crymson like posture…her loyal innocence and dedication melted away to reveal her true self.

TULA – Thank you for the drink Lance, pity it cost Quillion his prized apprentice but I never liked him anyway…the “cure” to my poison was none other then…Endor Ale.

Lance blinks in confusion as he continues to hear a rushing sweep of static emit from his earpiece, no longer hearing Michael speaking on the other end. Across the hanger bay, the two massive doors that guarded it were wide open. Shivering from both anger and crushed emotion, Lance’s body had reached its limit, as he laid there motionless.

LANCE – WHY DID YOU DO IT TULA! WHY DID YOU DECEIVE US!

Tula paces in front of Lance, running a finger down his lips and along his chest, to his thigh squeezing the injury as Lance howls in pain.

TULA – I wouldn’t call it betrayal Lance…more like insurrection. You see as we both pointed out Jenner and I had detailed files on your weaknesses. Val is meeting his own worst nightmare back at our Lord Quillion’s glorious Citadel. Your weakness is love.

LANCE – But I…trusted…you. I saved you from his lightning!

TULA – Lance, Lance, Lance…you still don’t get it do you? It was all a set up. The codes, the attack, the poison…the emotions between you and I. Don’t you understand?

LANCE- A lie? It was all a lie…

TULA - I played your heartstrings like a harp from Korriban.Lord Quillion knew that one man could never complete the deed, even with all of Jenner’s brilliance in the end his ego defeated him, but women ah! Women make up the bulk of Killian assassins…we know how to heat a man’s blood.

LANCE – (growls) SO THIS WAS ALL A TRAP!

TULA – I’m afraid so…(mock sobs) Poor President Jade…heartbroken at the truth. You see Lance, it was I who tore the heart from Gabriel’s body and gave it to Jenner. While you left me unattended for that one moment, it gave me plenty of time to carry out the deed. Such brutality can only come from a female with ice water running through her veins.

LANCE – It all makes sense now…Jenner wasn’t on the eighth floor attacking Marc Jade…YOU WERE.

TULA – Precisely…the reason Michael’s remote didn’t work is because I already had the mechanisms removed off the caged ysalamiri. Clever plan to free them and effective, how else could Jenner know so much about your intentions unless he had inside help!

LANCE – (shakes his head) Congratulations Tula, I officially believe you’ve lost your mind.

TULA – (smirks) Perhaps, but your grand mystery has finally come to close…and now comes the part where you die.

Lance’s body refuses to respond to his will to move out of the way as Tula draws his own DL-44 blaster and aims the barrel right between his eyes, finger sliding along the trigger. Out of the corner of his eye he spots movement, but the bay is too dim to make out what it is as it darts behind a pile of shipping crates.

TULA – My mission was simple Lance, if Jenner couldn’t carry out his orders and dissolve The Board of Directors…with 4 of the 5 eliminated, all that is left to finish is you.

LANCE – Then go on…finish it. You have the killer instinct to play on another man’s affections, what is there left to do that could possibly cause more pain to me at this moment.

TULA – (nods) You have a point…goodbye President Jade.

Tula begins to squeeze the trigger as a shot rings out, but it is not from her blaster as Lance’s eyes stare directly into her widened orbs as Tula takes a blaster bolt through her wrist holding the gun. In shock Lance’s startled glance shifts towards the pile of boxes to see Michael there, with his blaster trained on Tula’s head as another shot fired from a distance of 200 feet passes through her head, her grip on Lance’s pistol weaken as it falls to the floor.

Lance’s eyes train themselves on Tula as her body instinctively careens backward, stumbling before
lurching backward through the twin doors. Michael seeing that Tula is finished helps Lance up to his feet carefully, sliding him along his arm, slowly walking towards Tula as she continues to stagger backward.
 

Michael gingerly helps Lance walk over towards the doors as Tula reaches the end of her trip, her left foot reeling back steps on nothing but air as her body hurls itself from dizzying heights from the platform of the bay and downward, dead before she even hits the river below where the angered beasts injured by Jenner previously don not waste one moment gashing their vengeance into Tula’s carcass.

Michael Angilis looms his eyes over the ledge of the bay, as battalions of soldiers pour into the hanger bay drawing their weapons, preparing for a battle that’s already been won.

MICHAEL – (looking over the side) When Marc whispered in my ear that the assassin who attacked him was female, I figured since you were alone in the room with one I wouldn’t take any chances.

LANCE – (looking over the ledge) I did like her Michael I really did…

MICHAEL – (shrugs) Women…heh heh.

Lance nods slowly, then gestures for Michael to turn him around. As Lance gazes on in his torn uniform, injuries, and shattered emotional state he sees one of the head members of the Council glaring to him, the soldiers around him training their aim on Michael and himself.

COUNCIL LEADER – You defied your DIRECT orders President Jade, you deliberately disobeyed me and what’s worse you put yourself in danger. What do you have to say for yourself?

Lance’s eyes narrow with anger as he pushes himself off Michael, staggering under his own power.

LANCE – FIRE ME AND GIVE ME MY GOD DAMN CHECK!

The Leader of the VT Council thinks for a moment, glancing to the guards then smiles broadly.

COUNCIL LEADER – Congratulations on a job well done President Jade. Clean yourself up and meet the others for your reward ceremony. That goes for you to Commander Angilis you’re now the Head of Versai Tech’s Special Ops unit.

Lance smiles slightly, then pats Michael on the shoulder before seeing Tula’s lightsaber on the floor, kicking it out the door sending it to its dismembered owner miles below. He’s pleased that the conflict in Versai Tech was finally over and the “Moles” were finally vanquished.

LANCE – (whispers to Michael) You know what Michael? I guess even in reality the villain really does fall off a cliff in the end.

MICHAEL – (nods) Let’s get you to a bacta tank my friend, you look like you’ve been through hell.

LANCE – (grins) Right now all I need is a good shave and a change of clothing…

MICHAEL – Sure Lance…sure, typical stubborn hero eh? Don’t worry after a few hours in the tub you’ll be good as new.

LANCE – (groans) Yeah…yeah. Let’s go, time is wasting!

Michael motions to the guards as they part the way on the left and right for he and Lance to pace under their own power out of the J-1198. The memories there would echo throughout eternity in the record books of Versai Tech’s history, and the who triumphant men would forever be branded as the heroes they were but even with the fall Quillion’s grip over Versai Tech…the war was far from over.
 

INTERIOR THE KILLIAN THRONE ROOM – LOWER LEVEL

As the mystery of VT comes to a close, returning once more inside the battle ravaged interior of Cire’s throne room, Val continues to watch Agen, both seem deadlocked in their movements where Val has the full advantage with his lightsaber lit. Pondering whether to pace away from Agen and go after Cire cowering his left room, Val starts to walk away muttering to her.

VAL – Your finished Agen…strike at me and I will kill you. For now you have your life…don’t make me regret sparing it.

AGEN – (nervous) Than…tha……thank you Val.

With a nod Val paces over towards Corrie, affirming her illusion of being under the spell of Cire, his eyes roaming along her brown orbs and now noticed to this point an exact replica of Leia Skywalker’s Slave outfit used in Jabba’s palace. The only difference was a Killian insignia along the loincloth, and the armbands she wore higher up contained glyphs of Killian text. Val didn’t want to risk blowing her cover as he winked to her for a moment then continued towards the steps leading up to the dais. Suddenly his lightsaber was turned off and ripped from his grip as Agen stood behind him, using her dark side power to call his weapon into her hand, before she kicks Val square between the legs, and hurls his weapon into the catwalks above, out of view and out of reach leaving his generosity rewarded with hostility.

AGEN – FOOL! DID YOU REALLY THINK I CARE IF I DIE! YOU MEN ARE SO EASILY MANIPULATED BY YOUR FEELINGS! I WAS CREATED TO DESTROY YOU AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I INTEND TO DO!

Agen grabs Val by the neck and tosses him hard along the jagged portions of the floor where lightsabers had warped the smooth onyx plates. His eyes flare with pain from the betrayal and audacity Agen had flowing through her blood. She was indeed the ultimate weapon, every time it looked as if Val would hold the advantage she would throw him a curve ball and reverse it to her will.

Corrie’s eyes watched as Val flew along the floor. Agen began to start pacing back to Gen’s lightsaber, taking the menacing device in her hands as she clipped it to her belt, as the effective kick to Val’s groin left him gasping for breath, clutching the pain, even through the cod piece covering him, Agen used a telekinetic blow to breach its protection.

Corrie started to reflect back on things she had seen, blocked from her memory one thought stood out from the rest as she focused her eyes upwards to Quillion’s throne, along the left side of one of the armrests, where a storage compartment held items that would once again give Val the power in the battle. She cleared her mind and focused first on the shield units around the chair, trying to use tactics Val had taught her managing to evoke electronic manipulation to short out the shields, and lower them.

Agen’s eyes suddenly flashed over in her direction…Corrie continued to focus her gaze on the unit along Cire’s throne as Agen’s brows raised in thought.. Corrie’s body showed no sign of what she was trying to do as her eyes remained glazed over, and her body remained upright and still, hands along her sides picturing the compartment beginning to buckle under the pull of her concentration upon it, the force yielding its aid.

Out of no where Cire tore out from the left side of the dais and ran down the stairs to the floor, screaming to Agen as he closed distance with her, flicking his fingers to restart the “X” chair to finish off his niece before Val could reach him. Val was already back to his feet, as he shook the dizziness from his eyes, picking up his pace running right for Corrie as Agen caught on, racing along the same path.

CIRE – KILL THE SLAVE AGEN! SHE’S FAKING IT!

Agen sidesteps as Val frantically leaps to spear her, missing his mark, skidding into the wall before him, already using his momentum to spin around and rush back towards Agen, but its too late as Agen grabs Corrie by the neck and tosses her hard into the open space of the throne room floor, away from the right side area where the “X” chair remains, charging to inflict its last salvo on its victim, under Cire’s guidance/

As Val’s eyes lock on to Agen, he can see she holds Corrie by the neck, forcing her to stand in front where Val has no weapons to take her out without using the force for attack and risk injuring his friend.

AGEN – (clutching Corrie) How long you expect to live Val…when your heart has been torn from your body?

Corrie under Agen’s control summons up all her force potential on the side of Cire’s throne, keeping her gaze on it not caring what Agen will do to her as long as she pays for it…not letting Agen distract he with fear or doubt, or anger Corrie’s efforts are met with reward as the iron panel along Cire’s throne chair is ripped off its foundation, the metal spiraling out and slamming into one of the walls as two small golden objects plot a direct course for their true master’s hands.

VAL – (recognizing the objects) Longer then you…

AGEN – That remains to be seen Versai. You failed to save your girl once, let’s see if you fail again, WHEN HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF!

Agen swiftly draws a dagger from behind her robe, plunging it through Corrie’s ribs, grabbing her across the neck with her arm wrapped around her throat as the silver point of the dagger emerges out the other side of Corrie’s arched back body.

At the same time, before Corrie’s concentration is shattered, the two golden objects spin to Val’s hands as he reaches out to guide them, the moment the force pull is broken. In seconds he activates the weapons, pressing a switch along the side as two laser beams emit from under the barrels of…

His VT-5 Deacon flechette pistols…

AGEN – (growls) YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO PULL THE TRIGGER IN TIME!

Agen rips out the dagger from Corrie’s pierced ribs and posies to run the edge across her neck and slit her throat, but Corrie proves to be stronger then Gen was in the situation, feeling the pain burning along her side, she balls her fingers up into a closed fist and slams it square in Agen’s jaw. The impact of the punch cracks a few of Agen’s teeth as her aim with the dagger misses its mark, flaying into the air as Corrie drops down to her knees, and uses the force the spin herself into a tucked roll, several feet away from both Agen, Val and Cire. Cire reaches for his Sith Sword as Val’s right arm trains the red dot of his laser on his forehead.

CIRE – (smirks) Go on Val pull the trigger, and you’ll kill Terra and Corrie in the crossfire, I obviously have no loss in the matter since I’ll deflect your precious flechettes the instant they come out of their canister.

Val pays no attention to Cire as he uses his right hand to extend the barrel of his Deacon pistol out to Agen, grinning broadly as the red dot focuses on her temple.

AGEN – (blinks as Val doesn’t relent) Game over?

VAL – Not yet…bitch.

Time stands still as Val’s finger pulls the trigger to his left pistol. Cire’s eyes widen in utter shock as he sees the red dot move from his head to the first of three generators connected to the chair. As the flechettes emerge from their canister and scream towards the generator, they shear clean through the metal as it a chain reaction causes the first generator to explode in a hellish blaze of light, then the second and on the third Cire is launched by the blast into the air, and beyond his fire pit, sent crashing to the floor. The explosion from behind the chair completely destroys every possible operating mechanism of the lethal device as Terra moans softly from her position, feeling the electricity that sapped her strength suddenly cease but the action does not end there.

As Val fires the right pistol, Agen finds that by Corrie’s force concentration she can’t move out of the way as she is held in place, too little too late as she looks down the shimmering canister of two eruptions of flame from Val’s pistol flying in two directions unleashing their payload of deadly stilettos. Agen is knocked back five feet as the needle like shrapnel slams into her forehead, arms, chest, legs, fingers and anything else caught in the blast. Since the flechettes were launched from a closer distance they didn’t have the momentum to pass through her body but left her slumped figure dead on the floor like a pincushion.

Val breathed heavy glancing to the carnage brought about by his lighting quick gesture, even in all the exhaustive efforts of events taking place, he still has time to utter his sarcastic remarks as he paces over to Agen’s lifeless carcass.

VAL – Never mess with a Versai...

Val spins around training his gaze on Cire then paces over to Corrie, checking over her wounds. Cire doesn’t yet know what hit him but he soon begins to put the pictures together as he sees the area behind his precious “X” chair explode and flicker with showers of sparks and blazing flames. Terra still very much alive but far from 100% strapped spread eagle in the seat.

Cire feels a sense of rage consume him as his eyes wander over to the pincushion that was his wife, motionless along the floor, rushing to her side gazing into her closed eyes. It is now Cire who knows what it feels like to lose something he cherishes, he had spoken arrogantly but even a small part inside the jealous child mourned for Agen’s passing, growling with feral hatred, his dark black sockets and teal blue eyes lock on Val and Corrie.

CIRE – YOU KILLED MY WIFE! YOU KILLED THE ONLY THING IN THIS WORLD THAT MATTERS TO ME!

Val slides his fingers along the handles of his pistols, seeing that the shots inside were expired, having used one extra round in the clip in the right gun and the round in the chamber in the right, tossing them to the floor raising his eyes upward to where Agen tossed his lightsaber. Glancing along near his foot he didn’t notice until now that there next to his boot was his golden bladed saber as a grin spread across his lips picking it up.

VAL – Now you know what it feels like to lose Cire…now you understand the pain and the torment that comes from not being fast enough to save the woman you love…in love we are even, but as fast as destiny goes…THAT REMAINS TO BE SETTLED!

Val flicks the switch to his lightsaber extending the golden yellow blade as it awakens from its long slumber, empowering its master with his second wind determination. Cire glances to Agen and runs his fingers along her lips, then stands to his feet, drawing along the hilt of his Sith Sword drawing the blade from the sheath as he waits for Val to catch up with him. The second Val closes distance Cire hurls himself up into the catwalks above and waits…setting his final battle ground carefully, both men wanted to end the madness and end the drama and do what they do best…fight.

Val glances upwards and uses the force to hurl his body upward, landing a few feet away from him high above the throne room below. His eyes exude concentration as he brings his golden yellow blade up to point the shimmering golden blade towards Cire who stands ready with his Sith Sword clutched in both hands aligned along his side, presenting a Form II stance.

VAL – Are you ready to embrace your destiny Cire? Are you finally man enough to finish what we started over twenty-five years ago in a dark place such as this? In a Dark Jedi Academy in a galaxy far, far, away?

CIRE – I’m ready for you now Val, my plans are nearly complete. The last stage is your dying breath when you join your girlfriend in the afterlife.

Val stands strong, as he draws the force into his body once more, using his full discipline to melt away his injuries sustained during his battle with Agen, the wounds and broken ribs mended back into place…there is only the present painted inside his mental theater, his eyes glare towards Cire as he sees Cire preparing to make his last move…his knees bending slightly into position for a dashing sprint.

Val’s feet draw back in a similar stance as he watches Cire’s prepare to strike like a viper. Flowing through his mind, Val sees the suffering cries of his sister, the pain in Corrie’s eyes, the betrayal from Agen, the screams of agony from Crymson’s tortured soul who only wanted to avenge a brother who cared nothing for her…Taking a deep breath, his fingers curl tightly around the hilt of his weapon, preparing to unleash its golden luminescence with a level of fighting above any other he’s used in his battles before.

With their weapons drawn, and their force abilities in play both Val and Cire rush towards each…

VAL – (running towards Cire) CIRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CIRE – (running towards Val) VAALLAAAAAARRRRYYCCCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Back and forth the camera moves from Val clenched face, and Cire’s screaming battlecry, in faster cuts between the two climatic warriors each bent on being the victor and ending the plans of the other. The Sith metal of Cire’s sword shines and it screeches through the air towards his target, while Val’s blade blazes with intensity and dazzling golden luster, as fierce as its wielder…

Sith Metal clashes with Luminex Crystal brilliance

The echo of the two blades colliding into each other is deafening as Corrie and Terra from far below jerk their eyes skyward to the catwalks. All they know for sure is one thing…

The battle for destiny…

Has begun…
 

CONCLUSION

    As Val and Cire’s battle rings out with the first strike of confrontation, in the halls of Versai Tech after some time in the bacta tank, Michael Angilis has informed Lance that his theory of reversing the signal used in Isis’s implanted tracking device as a homing device at proven successful. The entire fleet of VT was prepped for launch as Lance gazed out to the armada, standing from a raised platform in his brand new Presidential uniform and two fresh gold plated DL-44s in his holsters with his hands clasped behind his back. Given high approval from the Versai Tech Council he was given freedom to do as he pleased. Knowing where Val was now, from the tracking device in Isis’s thigh, emitting even through the carbonite block that held her captive…Lance ordered the fleet gathered and fully primed for their new orders…

The mission was now underway…

President Jade announced to VT and the Council…

Effective immediately…

The immediate rescue of Valaryc Winters Versai

From Xyquine….