Ghost of Nightmares Past/Chapter 15

BRUCK'S REVENGE

The shadowy figure walked, hooded, sabre in hands, towards the Great Arches of the Temple, ignoring the two Jedi Guards that came towards him. Slowly, they raised their weapons towards him, but he raised a hand, causing them to choke violently, and, with a sharp flick, he broke their necks, and flung them to the ground, dead. Jedi close by watched him warily until he passed, and they slowly walked behind him. He recognised them as Aalto's friends, with their clothes changed to black. They were waiting for him.

Bruck smiled as they walked behind him, brandishing their new sabres in their hands, as Jedi turned to face them, igniting their own weapons, their eyes staring angrily at the Sith walking calmly into their Temple. There was a small crowd at the main entrance, which separated into the different classes and staircases of the Temple. One of the Jedi turned to him, her blonde hair still tied up, sabre in hand. Siri watched him as he stopped, feet away, and she spoke, a hint of anger and hatred in her voice, "You're not welcome here. Any of you."

"But we have returned home," Bruck said, lowering his hood, his white hair the only decent source of light. "You cannot deny our home, can you?"

"Your home, this is not." Yoda said, walking out from behind Siri. Bruck could see the rest of the council members behind him, all but Kenobi. "Killed an Honoury member of the Order, you did. Leave now, or perish here you will."

"I will soon take over in his seat." Bruck sneered at him. "I am more powerful than even you, Master Yoda." He waved his hand at the four other Sith behind him, and they ignited their sabres. Instantly, five padawans jumped down from the staircase, and two clones that flanked the Aged Jedi Master raised their weapons. "Pathetic," Bruck sneered, raising his hands. His force energy was too strong for the clones, and their guns folded back, and shot their holders in the face.

Siri was at him in an instant, sabre ignited in a purple light. Chaz ignited his own, and parried her blow that was aimed for Bruck's chest. Slowly, he pushed her back, but Siri kept pushing, until Bruck finally raised his hands and threw her back. "Will no-one give me a fair fight?" He shouted through the halls, as more Jedi began to appear. "Who will challenge me?"

"I will," Garen Muln said, pulling his sabre from his belt. "You killed my Best Friend, and now, I'm going to make you suffer."

Bruck smirked at him, before saying, "You know what happened to Oafy-Wan Garen? Grevious stabbed him through the heart. He deserved it for what he's done." "Sithspit," Garen snarled at him, igniting the blade instantly. He leapt at Bruck through the air, and, instantly Chaz and Uthen confronted him. However, Garen was too skilled for them, and he easily disarmed them. Scowling, Bruck ignited his own sabre, and parried Garen's as it came towards him. The sabres crackled as they connected, and Garen aimed for his legs, causing Bruck to block it. He released a hand, and caused Force-lightning to erupt from his fingers, making Garen shriek in pain. Bruck grabbed his hair and flung him, skidding across the floor. Now, many Jedi were ignited their sabres, until Yoda raised a weary hand.

"Enough, that is." He said, dropping his staff to the ground. "Fight you, I will Bruck."

Bruck smirked, and pulled off his robes, revealing the dark attire of the Sith he wore beneath. Yoda pulled his own robes off, and, slowly, sat down before him, hands on knees, and meditated. Bruck slowly advanced forwards, and struck.

Yoda reacted instantly, and the green blade parried his own. Bruck shoved the Jedi back, and Yoda twirled, leaping over him as he parried the blows effectively. Yoda was powerful, but not as powerful as he was now. Bruck aimed for where Yoda was going to head for instead, and, this time, the Master had to parry his blow. The green eyes pierced his own, and he swiped at the blade, causing the sabre to go flying. Bruck swiped again at Yoda, who leaped into the air to dodge. Another Jedi flung Yoda's sabre back to him, and he ignited it. Bruck was ready, however, and he raised his hands, causing lightning to shoot from his fingers. Yoda raised his hands, and the sparks struck his fingers also. Bruck pushed closer to the smaller Jedi, and, with ease, shoved him away, and called his sabre into his hands, igniting it. Holding both blades, he watched as Yoda struggled to his feet, smoking slightly where the lightning had struck him. He turned his eyes to Bruck, and said, "Grown strong in the Dark side you have, Bruck. Fear that you are on an irreversible path I do."

"You are only saying that because you have been beaten," Bruck hissed at him, placing Yoda's sabre hilt on his belt. "Give one good reason, Yoda, why I should not finish you all right now?"

"NOOOO!" A young padawan screamed, and she ran at him, sabre held up.

"Palma no!" A twi'lek yelled, and he too ran forwards, igniting his own blade. Bruck's red blade flashed, and the padawan female fell to the ground, her sabre rolling off in one direction. Instantly, Shaak Ti was at her side, holding her body, crying.

"Who will dare challenge me?" Bruck roared at them all. "You bunch of Cowards. Who will stand up against me, and fight me? Who will be the one to strike me down?"

"Perhaps I will." A voice sounded from behind.

There were gasps, and sudden whispering, as Bruck felt a familiar Force signature vibrate through the room. No, he was dead!

He spun around.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was walking towards him, pulling his robes off, sabre in hand.