Sith Civil War: Campaign Clone Extermination/Chapter VI - One With the Force

Mustafar Factory: Late at Night

Barad-Dur landed on the planet, with two men at the pilot and copilot seats. He finally knew who the main enemy was: Lord Raveg. Raveg had secretly been transporting weapons to a band of rebels, and Gra'tua had destroyed him.

Had being the keyword here. He had come back, as a cyborg. This alone forced him to be careful, but, he could not take these two men. The landing ramp dropped, and Barad-Dur stood up to leave.

"I really wish you would take us with you," one of the pilots said, turning to face him.

"To do so would only force your own deaths and blow my cover," he replied, "I must do this alone."

The other pilot sighed, and gripped his blaster, "I don't think we'll need to blow your cover. You're more likely to do that on your own."

Barad-Dur choose to reply to the slight by taking off the man's hand with a qiuck slash of his blade. As the man dropped to the ground in pain, he turned and walked away. As he did he entered the dark night. He walked through the dark plains, towards the spire about 400 yards away.

Suddenly, he dropped to the ground, and there was a massive explosion. He turned, and the shuttle had exploded, and several bolts zipped from the spire. Indeed, there was no need to blow his cover. Hopefully they thought the explosion was his demise.

Finally, Marix thought, stepping into the base of the spire, they had found Barad-Dur. He turned to look at the other sith with him. There was Darth Malice and Gra'tua and all three knew that he had just landed. However, the mystery had deepened when they saw his destroyed fighter. What kind of allies destroyed the ships of their friends?

They were shuroded in the Dark Side, and could not be seen as they moved forward. The tunnels and halls they moved through had lights lit and illuminating the hall. It wasn't much, but more then a Sith needed to see everything.

They slowly came to a bend, thier feet not even making a sound. Marix stopped, hand raised. He listened, and with the Force heard the sound of lightsabers. He waved forward, and they scurried to the entrance of a chamber, with many platforms and many boxes. And, in middle of the chamber, was Darth Barad-Dur, fighting fircely with four Sith and one Jedi.

Marix looked down, and saw the bodies of seven others. At least he was still a good fighter, he thought, watching Barad-Dur hold his own.

What's going on? Malice sent him a thought, ''Why are they fighting? Are they not on the same side?''

For the first question, don't know, Marix thought back, "For the second question, they are suppose to be."

Let us hope they destroy each other, Gra'tua interjected. So, they settled back to watch the show.

Barad-Dur's lightsabers slashed through two of his remaining opponents and the last two closed in on him, thier sabers held infront of them. Barad-Dur feinted with a right, and then struck with a right, stabbing another one through the chest. Barad-Dur then launched a full-fledged assualt on the last one, driving him back, although his opponent was holding his own. Finally, the sabers came together, lopping his head off.

Barad-Dur shut down the lightsabers, so tired and worn out that he could hardly move. This had taken a great toll on him. And, he now was going to die.

"Marix, Malice, and Gra'tua," he said, not looking towards where they were, "My old friends."

"Old friends," Marix's voice replied, "And bitter enemies."

With that, the three exited, throwing off thier shrouds. Barad-Dur turned, knowing he could not fight them all. But, a good bluff was as good as anything.

"Evening gentleman," he said, trying not to show his tiredness, "What my I do for you?"

"Give us your life," Malice growled, "You filthy traitor."

Barad-Dur turned on his lightsaber, "Hail Emperor Shadow! We who are about to die, salute you."

Marix, Gra'tua, and Malice leapt forward, thier lightsabers turned on and blazing in the dark. Barad-Dur was waiting for them.

Five minutes followed of slashing, force throws, and the works. Malice became angry and jumped forward, slashing fircely, screaming as he did. Barad-Dur side stepped, and instead of going for the kill, kicked him as hard as he could, knocking out Malice and throwing him against the wall. Marix and Gra'tua then sprang forward, driving Barad-Dur back who was at the end of his reserves.

Marix feignted, but as he did so, Barad-Dur stabbed Gra'tua in the leg then kicked Marix back. Gra'tua fell to the ground in pain. Barad-Dur jumped forward to finish off Marix who had dropped his blade, but as he did so Gra'tua blasted Barad-Dur with a blast of lightning so intense that it shattered Barad-Dur, nearly killing him. Barad-Dur fell, his lungs collapsed and bones broken because of the fury of the blast. Gra'tua slowly stood up and stepped forward, raising his lightsaber.

"Raveg is the one," was all Barad-Dur could say before he was stabbed through the heart, killing him instantly.

Marix looked at Gra'tua, understanding immediatly what was going on. "Raveg has returned and turned us against Barad-Dur, killing him," he said.

"Impossible," Gra'tua replied,' shutting down his lightsaber.

"Not at all impossible, my fishy friend."

Gra'tua was thrown back by a massive punch that sent him flying against a pillar, knocking him unconcious. Marix stepped back in surprise as a man suddenly appeared, a cyborg. It was, Raveg!

"You're back?" he asked suprisingly.

"You are right," Raveg said, "I am back. And out for vengance."

Marix threw up his hand and sent fire coursing foward. However, it went around in a bubble. He was surprised, sending another course forward. Still, the blast circled around him. Marix didn't know what to think about it.

"Ysalamair, you fool," he snarled, pointing to the animal on his back that Marix hadn't noticed, "Do you really think I would be so foolish as to come unprepared?"

"There's always a possibility," Marix smiled but Zi was in no means amused. He lifted his arm and shot dozens of darts from a wrist gun. Marix caught them all with his lightsaber.

Raveg leapt forward, and used his cyborg speed to grab Marix by the throat and pushing him up against the wall. "No victory for you, you fool!" he snapped, raising his other hand to slice through Marix's face, but, he suddenly crumpled, and Malice was seen standing above his body, his mace covered in blood.

"Let us take Barad-Dur back to Kuat, and explain what has happened," Malice said.

Marix nodded, "Indeed, nothing is better fitting for him then to clear his name."

THE END