《Son of the Dark (Male Sith Reader X Female Jedi)》Chapter 12: Revenge
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The Magnaguard pair surrounded me, spinning their staffs slowly as they stepped ever closer. I held my lightsaber at the ready. One of the duo charged at me and crouched while striking forwards with his staff in a piking motion. I leapt over it and swung my blade at the machine which was blocked with extreme effort, the other one took this opportunity to strike me while I was occupied. The shock raced through me as I grunted in pain and used my anger to lash out and force push the guard droid away into a wall. The other one punched me away as I jumped into an opposing wall and propelled myself from there to the pinned droid. Taking my lightsaber and striking and disabling it's central photo receptor, then striking again by severing the neck. It dropped it's electrostaff as it's crimson eyes flickered out and died. The hunk of scrap dropped to the ground in a heap of a mess.
Magnaguard #3: "You will answer for your betrayal."
It spun around it's electrostaff once more as I took up a sloppy defensive pose, it's attack was quick and efficient, Grievous must've trained this one thoroughly compared to that other one.
I was forced a few steps back as it picked up it's fallen mechanical comrade's weapon, turning it on in a soft purr of an electrical surge.
I utilized my athleticism to my advantage, leaping around and attacking in fierce blows as they both tried to maneuver to counter. Though I was eventually thrown off balance as one of them caught me as I was jumping and smacked me in my abdomen. The Force cushioned most of the blow but I could feel the pain of the kick getting to me.
Magnaguard #4: "Surrender Jedi, and perhaps we won't make your death painful and slow."
Aleera: "You droids aren't known to keep your word..."
I grimaced, trying to ignore the pain as I drew my second blue lightsaber from my hip belt. Igniting it and going into an defensive stance. I can't fatigue machines with wasted offensive blows.
Both of them ran at me, all of our weapons crashed against one another. The buzzing of the Magnaguard's electrostaffs made it hard to concentrate but eventually I was able to throw one of them off balance as they clumsily tried to attack together.
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Aleera: "Argh!"
I grunted, slicing off one of the Magnaguard's electrostaffs down the middle, while cutting the user into a torso and legs. The remaining Magnaguard backed off in shock as I spun my green sabre around, plunging it into the downed guard's torso, disabling it and preventing it from coming back for any surprises. I'm no stranger to these things, I know a decapitation won't do it, many Jedi have made this fatal mistake and paid for it dearly, not me.
Magnaguard: "You hold much surprises Jedi."
Aleera: "I guess so, and some..."
I began, before the last Magnaguard fighting (Y/N) was thrown against the one fighting me.
Aleera: "... you don't see coming."
Both of the machines got up as (Y/N) approached my side, his red lightsaber glowing ever angrier as I felt his fury growing within him. He looked at me for a second.
(Y/N): "You okay?"
Aleera: "Yes, you don't seem too bad yourself."
I joked, (Y/N) smirked. Before giving the last machines an enraged stare, unleashing a torrent of Force Lightning at the remaining two Magnaguards. He yelled in rage as his lightning bore an eerie deeper blueish-purple than the lighter color I saw back at the prison. I saw their photo receptors burst as their systems overloaded and they almost immediately dropped to the ground. (Y/N) ceased his deadly attack as his hands emitted steam. Breathing in relief as he waved his hands around in the air to extinguish them further.
(Y/N): "They know where we are..."
That's something I didn't see coming, how Dooku found us I have no knowledge of. Nonetheless Grievous tried to have me captured and returned. Clearly the task was important enough to send his most elite Magnaguards on the mission.
Aleera: "What do we do? If they know we're here what's stopping that monster Grievous from sending more Magnaguards, maybe even the galaxy's most efficient bounty hunters?"
She looked at me, curious to know what my next plans are. That's when I got an idea. That Sith Lord who tried to have me eliminated a week ago... Darth Sidious, who is masquerading as Chancellor Palpatine, leader of the Galactic Republic. He is doing something, something I don't have the sufficient knowledge to deduce. But he is clearly Dooku's master, Dooku didn't seem too embracing of the Dark Side. Not as much as my father. Sidious clearly wants something to do with me, and he doesn't take no for an answer. No Sith does.
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(Y/N): "Aleera, if this is what I think it is. Grievous and the CIS won't ever stop hunting us. They will not stop coming until we're dead."
Aleera: "What is it? Do you sense something?"
(Y/N): "There is a Sith Lord who hired a bounty hunter to take me out at the prison, remember that's how I got out."
Aleera: "Dooku?"
She questioned, I shook my head in response.
(Y/N): "Not Dooku, A Sith Lord who's been in hiding, all this time as the Chancellor of the Galactic Republic. One Darth Sidious..."
Aleera: "Hm, I should've known. Master Windu and Yoda were never trusting of that man. Neither was I, I thought there could never be a politician as 'kindhearted' as that man is. What do we do anyways? No one's gonna believe a Jedi knight like myself, nobody ever does believe the Jedi anymore, it's like the whole galaxy's against us."
(Y/N): "We don't run, Aleera my dear. We fight."
I confidently stated, clenching my fist as I holstered my lightsaber.
Aleera: "How so? We're just two people, a Jedi and a Sith against the whole droid army."
(Y/N): "My father always said that attacking the enemy directly is the dumbest move one can concur. One must look for any exploit, weaknesses."
Aleera: "In short, fight dirty. Like a Sith... Ha, one can see the contradiction in your father's words. (Y/N), you're extremely lacking in defensive procedures."
Aleera joked while smiling, I scoffed.
(Y/N): "Offensive moves were the easiest to learn okay!?"
Aleera: "Anyways how is it we enact our little revenge plot against this Darth Sidious."
I cleared my throat, since I was unsure about this plan, but it was the only one I had in mind nonetheless.
(Y/N): "We blow up Grievous' Ship, it will be a stealth operation. To ensure he doesn't escape we'll destroy his personal fighter and all transports on the Invisible Hand. Before he even knows what hit him, we're off and the Invisible Hand becomes the Burning Hand. Once he's dead that should intimidate Dooku enough to stop coming after us."
Aleera gave it some thought, I could sense it. Eventually she nodded slowly, but assured.
Aleera: "Where will we even get the firepower or the explosives in order to do something of this magnitude?"
That's where I smiled.
(Y/N): "Remember that sore loser from back at the bar? He runs a crime group called Vindiho Front. They're bound to have a ton of weapons and munitions lying around somewhere, just waiting to be taken."
I did not want to do this, Grievous' story was highly unbelievable. But in the face of my master, I must never disobey.
Sidious: "Has the boy been taken into custody, Lord Tyrannus? He's a wrench in my plans!"
Dooku: "Grievous has sent his most Elite guards on it, he should be back reporting on his capture."
Just then, he stormed into the room. Metallic clanking synced with his footsteps as he towered over me, though he seemed. Anxious.
Dooku: "General, this prisoner operation of your has been a success hasn't it?"
Grievous: "With respect, Count Dooku... Lord Sidious... My guard's signals came up negative, they reported that he had a female Jedi with him. That's more foes than even my elite guards could deal with."
Grievous bowed, Sidious growled.
Sidious: "General Grievous, this report is unacceptable."
Grievous: "Lord Sidious, I beg you for another chance. This failure will never be heard of once I obtain victory over Darth (S/N). And his Jedi 'Girlfriend' too."
Grievous assured, turning to leave the room as Sidious rubbed his chin in false expectation.
Sidious: "If he could be returned here to Serenno, he could be a great asset in our plans. Perhaps even a match for the 'Chosen One'."
Sidious chuckled, as he severed contact with me.
Dooku: "He will join us, I'll make sure of it."
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