No. No more. Get out of my head! Get the hell out of my head damn you!

I can't take it, his sorrowful cries for mercy which wouldn't be delivered. Watching him writhe around on the floor in pain was torture. I have to... break this spell!

Oh, thank the Force. He stopped. For now.

(Y/N): "Dammit, I-I'm too weak... don't kill me... I beg of you."

He raised his arms out. Now's my chance! I focused hard, deepening my connection with the Force in any way I could. In this last desperate moment, I began to tap into the Dark Side. Using my pent up and long contained anger, hate and whatever ill feelings I could muster. Especially my flaring fury for this disdainful man. Just this once, I called out to the Dark Side to help me extinguish this spell. I felt my head begin to finally clear from that awful headache I sustained, but I have to hurry!

Should I fail I'll never see (Y/N) again, and I will be completely under the trance of Darth Krassus forever...

Darth Krassus towered over me, his hands pulsating with purple electricity. It's erratic movements itching for another dosage of pain.

(Y/N): "Please! Don't don't!"

I saw Aleera's struggling, she was fighting it. Krassus didn't notice, he's too focused at me. My Force reserves are currently at work freezing the Dark-Wielders who definitely saw her fighting the spell.

Krassus: "I have weighed the value of your life at some times, until now. You my young boy, are worth nothing in this vast galaxy."

He calmly stated whilst I made myself appear weak and desperate.

Krassus: "And now poor little... pathetic (Y/N) (L/N). You shall die."

He sported a wide, cheek-stretching grin. Malice and evil in it's finest form. Krassus prepared for one last torrent of lightning to strike at the 'weakened' and 'helpless' boy in front of him. His ruthless dark yellow eyes shined bright with the most apathetic killing intent, yet there was the smallest hint of sadistic joy behind that expressionless, calculating face. His hands outstretched in front of him once more, his violet lightning ready to deal the killing blow.

Krassus: "Any last words?"

He rhetorically asked as his fingers clenched with electricity coursing through them. Yet I responded anyways.

(Y/N): "... Maclunkey, Motherfucker."

Krassus: "Now DIE!!! Ha Ha Ha HA HA HA HA! HA! HA!! Hhh-AHHHHHHHH!!!"

His pained shrieking all of a sudden cut off his confident laughter. I opened my eyes to see that his right hand had been completely severed by a green lightsaber. I looked to the wielder. Who was none other but Aleera. Her amber eyes had finally faded, replaced with her soft, jade green which I held so dear to look at. Krassus hollered in pain while gripping his burnt stub. I released the hold of Force immobility on the guards who finally sprung into action. All four flocked to their master's sides. Aleera gripped her lightsaber in Form IV stance, looking at me with thankfulness and compassion. I looked at her as well, smiling and nodding. Igniting my signature crimson blade. With his remaining left hand, Krassus force-pulled his lightsaber out of his robe, fiercely igniting it, and pointed it at us. The Dark-Wielders charged us head on. Though as expected, their blind fanaticism clouded their better judgement, leading the both of us to slaughter them. Now nothing stood between the both of us and Darth Krassus.

Krassus: "You, you are both dead!"

Aleera: "It's you who doesn't understand, Sith. You're beaten, you've lost."

Krassus: "Insolent , it is you who are mistaken. The almighty Dark Lord of the Sith doesn't yield to any Jedi. Especially not to a Jedi Bitch!"

He yelled out, his severed limb still shaking from the shock and pain.

I snapped, hate filled me as I burst out and rushed him. Once again alike to training, our red lightsabers clashed against one another, this time with the intent to kill. He couldn't use the Force anymore. Not with his hand occupied. He struggled to block my strengthened attacks. But his defense quickly wore out. Aleera watched the both of us as I pushed him back with all my rage, hatred and fury. The Dark Side empowered me to the max as eventually I slowly drove him retreating up the stairs all the way back to his precious throne. Aleera was cautious to approach us slowly just in case Krassus tried to pull any tricks.

Krassus now used his still throbbing stub to support himself on his throne as he tried to hold up his defense. I hacked away at his feeble blocking attempts as Aleera stepped up beside me, knocking his lightsaber out of the way. Where I brought down my blade with all of my strength and determination!

Krassus' eyes widened, as he fell into a seating position on his throne where his left hand had been sliced clean off. Aleera then reached out with her hand. Krassus froze in place, his face still twinged with fear. His Force reserves were depleted and he had nothing left to defend himself with. He was now for once in his life, finally vulnerable and fearful like I had been during his cruel training.

Aleera: "We've got you, Krassus. Don't expect to leave that chair. You will pay, for what you did to me. And to (Y/N)!"

I grabbed Krassus' lightsaber off of the ground and inspected it. Ivory-lined with elegant Old Sith Empire emblems inscribed on it, electrum lined the ventilation. Krassus took a moment to calm down from his beat down. Sweat began to form on his forehead, as he looked at me with a condescending stare

Krassus: "... My dear boy. My son. You're all grown up. How long has it been?-"

Aleera: "If he's truly your son why did you call him a weakling and claimed that you disowned him back on Nal Hutta to me!?"

Krassus: "Dear dear! (S/N) do not you realize? This Jedi Witch fills your head wi-"

I listened to nothing he had to say. I ignited his mahogany-coloured saber and with a strike as quick as light. Krassus' head fell to the floor beside the throne. Part of the back rest also slid off from my fierce attack. Aleera released her grip on what was now a headless corpse. The both of us almost out of breath and finally victorious.

Aleera: "(Y-Y/N). Did we?..."

She asked, silence gripped the room for a moment. As I responded in turn.

(Y/N): "We did... We won."

I turned to her, smiling. Even after the long and harrowing battle she looked just as beautiful as ever. I could tell she was thinking the same way about me, after all we were both Force-sensitive. We embraced each other, our kisses much more passionate than they've ever been. This went on for a while. But, once we had stopped, we were breathless.

Aleera: "I love you, (Y/N)."

(Y/N): "I love you too, Aleera."

The both of us smiled. We walked out of the Ancient Sith Temple, hands held together as we departed back to our ship. Korriban's winds which had once held a foreboding aura now seemed a mere distraction as we finally left the planet's surface and entered deep space.

Aleera: "So, now what?"

(Y/N): "I honestly don't know."

I admitted. Looking at a hologram which contained a map of the known galaxy. Aleera then force-pulled it out of my hand. Crushing it.

(Y/N): "Hey, that was expensive."

I whined. Aleera laughed.

Aleera: "How about, we let destiny decide?"

She asked. I thought about it for a moment, before nodding. Aleera smiled at me.

Aleera: "Unknown Regions?"

She tilted her head, motioning towards the ship controls. Grinning.

(Y/N): "Unknown Regions."

I grinned back. My hand on the hyperspace throttle. Our ship jettisoned itself into wherever. The Force shall decide.

(Here's a visual, which I rarely do. But I wanted you guys to see what I'm envisioning for our star crossed lovers.)

Late afternoon. A small hut on a barren planet deep within the unknown regions, mostly filled with vast plains and deep forests. Housed an unlikely couple who had been living there for some while. (Y/N) stepped out of the small establishment, his hair had grown long and he still had on his Sith robes. Breathing in a breath of fresh air, he went on a leisurely walk. Through the nearby forest. Life had been peaceful here, for the past decade the two lovers lived off of the plentiful land, built a spacious home for themselves and settled down. As promised, nothing had bothered the both of them now that they were finally, truly alone.

The middle-aged (Y/N) admired the vast trees which gave his small trek in the forest a sense of adventure. The shadows did not scare him, what hid in the shadows did.

Suddenly. A Blue lightsaber ignited from behind him. He turned around quickly, drawing his own worn-out red saber. Giggling could be heard, as a little eight-year old girl with (e/c) eyes and long wavy hair ran out of the shadows.

(Daughter's Name): "Scared you! Hehe!"

(Y/N): "You didn't scare me, I was just surprised. What were you doing in here?"

He knelt down to his daughter. Smiling.

(D/N): "Practicing!"

He grinned, kneeling down eye-to-eye taking Aleera's blue lightsaber away from her.

(Y/N): "What did I tell you about playing with this, hm?"

(D/N): "Mommy taught me what happens when it touches things."

She admitted.

(Y/N): "That's why you shouldn't play with these things okay? Alright (D/N), come on. Let's get you back home."

He found his way out of the forest and returned to the hut with (D/N), there he saw a matured woman, who's only notable difference was her longer hair tied up in braids. Carving a little wooden toy, for a young boy who was playing with what looked like sword-wielding figures. Aleera sighted (Y/N) returning from the forest with their daughter in tow, she waved at them as they approached the backyard gates.

Aleera: "Hey (Y/N)!"

She smiled, the man leaned over whilst holding his daughter in his arms and gave his wife a long kiss on the lips.

(Son's Name): "Gross Papa."

Their son recoiled in disgust. (Y/N) chuckled, letting his daughter down gently, sitting down to play his son's imaginative game with his toy figurines.

Aleera: "

She joyfully thought, smiling to herself. A long time had passed, after the (L/N)s had dinner in their little patio they constructed. The family sat in the diminishing twilight only a few hours before night fall. When (Y/N) saw something.

(Y/N): "Hey, (S/N), (D/N)! Aleera! check that out!"

His wife and two children got up from the makeshift chairs to join the father as the four of them gazed into the far horizon.

(Y/N): "The Binary Sunset! I almost forgot that it was that time of year."

Aleera: "Would you look at that!"

The both of them stared at the twin suns, which rarely appeared in the sky at the same time until a certain point of the year. Their two children grasped at their hands.

Aleera: "It's beautiful, isn't it."

The woman said, looking to her husband. (Y/N) looked back to Aleera, simply giving her a smile.

For (Y/N), the twin suns were symbolic to what he had gained in life. Amazing powers in the Force, a long exciting life of adventure, a wife, a family. The two sun's gleaming lights distantly reminded him of his children, two lights of his life. Which he would never give up for anything in the galaxy.

Aleera's compassionate eyes met (Y/N)'s staunch ones. She gave him a loving look, he returned it in favor. The woman and man both embraced each other in a loving hug and kiss while their children watched, their signature "I love you"s were exchanged as the twin setting suns illuminated the figures of the unlikely family of four on a distant, peaceful planet.