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The False Apocalypse

 

Chapter 5

 

Attack of the Sith

 

 

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

 

 

 

Somewhere deep in space a man cloaked in black screamed out to the universe at the realization that he … He was the one who had killed his wife and child. Informed by his master, Lord Darth Vader was now focused on only one thing. Power, the power to rule. Devoid of any joy from love he was now mostly machine and now a killer. A traitor of his order for this all devouring power.

 

 

 

“Lord Vader! You have failed AGAIN! No longer will I tolerate these mistakes. The Younglings were not in the temple when I sent you there. The Jedi have escaped! What do you say for yourself.” Darth Sidious spoke angrily through the hologram projector which stood upon the back of a four legged droid. The droid walked slowly alongside Darth Vader.

 

“Your orders my Master?” Darth was depressed, angry, and hateful, even towards his own master due to his blatant failures. He would have spat his last statement if it were still physically possible with his body charred beyond recognition, now forced to reside in this mechanical shell. How could he, Lord Darth Vader of the Sith have failed so miserably. Ever since his betrayal of the Jedi he had not succeeded in a single mission related to those blasted Knights. Though deep in the back of his mind, he was already starting to wonder if this was the path necessary for the power he desired.

 

“You will monitor the development of the Empire's greatest weapon and ensure its completion as fast as possible. You, my apprentice will then search out and destroy EVERY Jedi in existence. I want them annihilated! If you fail me again I will destroy you myself.”

 

“Yes my Master.” Lord Vader took a knee, bowing towards the hologram as the image fated from existence. As the droid began to leave, Vader rose to his feet in frustration immediately gripping the droid, using the force to throw it's newly crushed form into the nearest wall.

 

 

 

“Master Yoda, we have just received contact from Master Kenobi.”

 

“Good, to him an escort ship, send. Make sure fallowed they are not.”

 

“Right away master Yoda.” Almost instantly Master Ki entered the room interested in a turn of events with his student's training. Yoda sensed his presence and called to him immediately.

 

“A moment you wish Master Ki?”

 

“Nazomishi and Kenshin have been focusing on the force with surprising results.”

 

“Surprising you say. Something unique?”

 

“In concentrating on the force they seem to have conceived a way to rare and unique ways to manifest the force.”

 

“Manifest?”

 

“More accurately they have used the force to concentrate the air into a ball. After releasing it, it seemed to explode.”

 

“Interesting days I sense ahead.” Yoda stated with a smile.

 

“They requested the Masters research similar uses, for variety.”

 

“Elements besides Lightning or environment altering you mean?”

 

“Yes, Nazomishi in particular believes it may be possible to create fire like the Force Lightning, or condense moisture from the air. I must say I have read of such uses but disregarded them as lost teachings.”

 

“Long ago left behind such attempts were. Too little influence with the force, only legendary masters ever utilized them properly. Meditate on this I will, but get their hopes up they must not. Not new are these, simply forgotten. Know a few myself I do but use them I do not.” Almost instantly a powerful explosion rang through the hallways. When they found the source of the explosion, Nazomishi and Kenshin stood in the middle of a training area covered in black smoke.

 

“Yea scratch that… I think I'll stick to the standard uses. Memo to self... Fire ... Explodes.” Nazomishi released a held breath and spat out a puff of smoke.

 

They quickly went back to the standard practices that everybody else was practicing. Moving small objects. Perhaps one day they would return to their tinkering with the Force but certainly not till they had a far greater understanding of it.

 

 

Events in the galaxy progressed for several years and the Deathstar was well under way. The materials had been gathered and the Empire established. As for the Jedi and the Zate; they had decided to spread out throughout the galaxy into smaller training cells on planets with strong Dark side auras to mask their presence. On those planets they had dedicated themselves to training as well as finding new members to bolster their numbers. They set out on a wide variety of mission, making small but concealed strikes against the empire. However, the remaining numbers of the Jedi dwindled as Lord Vader slowly fulfilled his objective. Such successes dramatically limited the number of possible willing force wielders to join the Jedi ranks. This was the end result of their rejection of marriage. Nearly four years down the road they were forced to accept marriage within their ranks to maintain their numbers. Twenty years have passed since the formal formation of the Empire and the Galaxy has all but forgotten their once proud Jedi… forgotten… even among much of the resistance.

 

 

“Deathstar this is supply transport seven requesting docking sequence, Docking code 193DB697.” The beeping of machines could be heard through the radio connection as the command confirmed their docking code.

 

“You are confirmed for Docking sequence, please make your way to Docking Bay C-fifty-three.” The link was closed and the general at the computer turned to a storm trooper “Take squad four and search the ship Lord Vader has ordered that we search all incomeing ships.”

 

A few moments later a squad of thirty storm troopers entered the docking bay and surrounded the entering ship.

 

“Under order by Lord Vader we are to search all ships, you will remain in your cockpit until our search is over. Do you comply?” No sound was heard from inside the pit and the troopers proceeded in blasting the door open. A figure cloaked in a black robe immerged saying nothing, simply standing there in the smoldering remains of the door. He raised his hands and half of the troopers started floating into the air floating around as if they were. Another hand was raised and both moved downward then back up and each side separating the troopers and slamming them into the ground then scooting along the floor into the walls on each side of the docking bay. The remaining troopers began firing upon the ship but quickly stopped when the man fired a wave of thunder shocking them all to death. Another cloaked figure stepped out from behind the first “Think you over did it Master?”

 

“Hardly, clones are an abomination. They never should have been created in the first place.” The cloaked figure scoffed at his naïve pupil.

 

“…true but…” She was about to continue when another figure came out of the door, latching his arms around both previous figures.

 

“Oy you guys done out there or are we ready to crush this thing.”

 

“You never change…`” Several more cloaked figures began walking out of the shuttle as the first turned the loud one, taking the arm off of his shoulder and commenced in pointing at the blast doors recently locked by the Troopers controlling the room.

 

“It will be my pleasure.” The loud one said enthusiastically as he fisted his right hand and focused the force into it as he charged the door, unleashing a powerful blast as he punched the blast doors open wide.”

 

“Astonishes me still he does” the shortest of the group said taping his cane on the ground.

 

“You know me; always love making a smashing entrance.” Eleven of the thirteen robed figures entered the battle station as storm troopers began filling the hallways only to be smashed into walls, crushed beneath steel planks ripped from the sealing, electrocuted, drained and or simply cut to pieces by Lightsabers. The remaining two… went searching the hangers for a better ship for their escape.”

 

“These fools just don't know when to quit.” The original robed figure stated in a state of annoyance.

 

“Pay no attention Master they will all be dead once we destroy this command center.”

 

“You misunderstand me I get to test my abilities on all this cannon fodder.” His annoyed voice changed to one of explicit excitement as a toothy grin shown through his hood.

 

 

Several commanders in an office were working on several computers trying to contact Vader to inform him of this nuisance.

 

“Lord Vader!” The Admiral spoke sternly as he finally noticed the link had gone through.

 

“….Admiral Veirs, what is your problem this time, I do not tolerate disappointments.” Vader really didn't like disappointments, especially when it came to the Deathstar. After an incident with the last one, he really hated disappointments.

 

“Vader it seems some rebel curs have entered the Deathstar. The Storm troopers have been ordered to kill on sight but I felt you would...”

 

“I see… hmmm…Retract your men.” Vader cut him off almost immediately only for him to fall silent several times before enacting the final statement.

 

“But Lord Vader!”

 

“I have had it with your failures Admiral, you will not fail me again. I sense the rebels have knowledge of the force and several feel quite familiar… yes… It would seem my old Master is in your battle station. I will deal with this situation myself.” The constant breathing sound of his respiratory system could be heard through the communicators and his words frightened the Admiral's men more than Vader himself.

 

“…ye yes Lord Vader.” Veirs stuttered momentarily at the thought that the dark lord himself was going to handle things personally. Things never turned out well when he handled things personally. `On the other hand, if there are Jedi involved then it probably is for the best that he handles things. The last time I dealt with them I lost forty good men to simply take down one. And we still lost him…”

 

“Admiral, does he mean were dealing with Jedi?” One of the Admiral's newer subordinates asked, having only heard stories of what the Jedi could do.

 

“If what he says is true, they are not ordinary Jedi; Most likely a group of Masters who escaped the purge. Withdraw all men in combat and concentrate them on secure areas, do not let them enter the command center!”

 

“SIR!”

 

 

Vader's respirator echoed through his chambers as a man entered through the blast doors wearing clothes similar to Anakin's old Jedi clothes minus the robe.

 

“What is thy bidding my Master?”

 

“Enter the station and destroy its command.*breathing* It is time to make our strike.*breathing* Create my path. *breathing*”

 

“What of the Jedi?”

 

“I wish to speak to them. *breathing* They will speak to me. If they refuse destroy them, are we clear?”*breathing*”

 

“Yes, My master.” The figure bowed and left to his ship.

 

“*breathing* Well Master Kenobi, Master Yoda*breathing* Will you join us, or will you die. *breathing* Either way you are no match for my apprentice. Even the Emperor is no match for him. *breathing*” Vader voiced his thoughts to the emptiness of space as he looked out a massive pane towards the nearby Deathstar.

 

 

The group moved through the station for nearly fifteen minutes. When they began noticing less and less resistance. Then…. They felt something terrible.

 

“I sense a disturbance in the force.” One of the cloaked figures stated, drawing attention of the others.

 

“I sense it too, someone strong in the dark side just entered the station and killed an entire room of troopers.”

 

“And another just screamed out in terror, choked by the dark side.”

 

“They are coming this way.” The cloaked figures talked back and forth deciding to find the nearest open room and wait for the figure. And then… It entered. The blast door they had opened only moments earlier opened to reveal Vader's apprentice withdrawing his red Lightsaber.

 

“Welcome Jedi, Lord Vader wishes a meeting with you.” His voice held no room for objection, spoken as more of a command than a request.

 

“You can tell the heartless traitor we decline.” Obiwan told the man who appeared to be Vader's apprentice.

 

“I would suggest you at least hear his request. He will be most displeased with anything less.”

 

“This request, what kind we ask.” Yoda asked sensing that Vader would be here soon and that things would be better left till then.

 

“He did not say, He merely requested that I clear his path, and kill those who decline.” The warriors remained somewhat calm thanks their superior numbers but felt a little iffy with this man's presence. One thing was very clear, this man was ridiculously powerful with the force, possibly more powerful than Vader. They all had the same thought `The force is strong with him… very strong' No sooner had the thought crossed their mind than the blast doors opened once again and Vader entered.

 

“*breathing* It has been a long time Master Kenobi, Master Yoda.*breathing*”

 

“Words of treachery you speak when call us Masters you do.” Yoda stated while removing his hood.

 

“Listen Vader we are not here for formalities, we …”

 

“Are here to do the same as I. *breathing* You are here to destroy The Empire's greatest weapon before it becomes fully operational. *breathing*

 

“What do you mean the same goal as you?”

 

“You have become a great liar Vader but we will not be so easily tricked as we were last time.”

 

“I assure you there are no tricks Master Kenobi. *breathing* The Emperor has become weak in the force in his reliance on their infernal clones. *breathing* In these years I have found that the Emperor is not the man I once thought he was.*breathing* *breathing*”

 

“Your mistake that was when joined him you did!” Yoda spat his words wanting to draw his Lightsaber but resisted knowing it would only set Vader off.

 

“If you will join me in destroying the current Empire *breathing* the Jedi Hunting will cease.”

 

“And how are we to believe you, the man who nearly killed Master Windu? The man who intended on killing all the younglings. You have long since exhausted any trust we once held in you, Darth.” Windu removed his hood as his friend spoke of his survival.

 

“*breathing*… So that is how you escaped… I am glad…*breathing*”

 

“Glad you say! Betray us and Glad you say!”

 

“*breathing* I assure you I was tricked myself. The Emperor had acted as my only friend, he offered me a way to save Padme. *breathing*”

 

“Was I not your friend Anakin, Were we not like brothers in the Jedi!” The now old Obiwan was becoming furious at Vader's lax attitude with the matter.

 

“What he says is true, the Emperor made it seem to Anakin that the Jedi were trying to keep him from happiness, that the Jedi were trying to influence the counsel. Windu's attempt to kill Palpatine on the spot drove him over the edge.” Nazomishi was becoming curious with Vader's Change of mind. It was as if… something had changed in him. He knew of the secret apprentice but also knew that the child was originally a pawn. But there was something, it was heavily clouded but he could sense some degree of truth in his words.

 

“Tell us this now you do, Why?”

 

“Vader is telling the truth, I can sense it, can you?” Several of the Robed figures nodded while Yoda and Obiwan looked on with cold eyes.

 

“It is feint but I sense it is there.” One particularly large robed figure stated with curiosity.

 

“It would seem our presence in this dimension has changed the course of things in such a way that Vader has realized some of the error in his ways.”

 

“Then why order his apprentice to kill us would he?”

 

“*breathing* Because he is stronger in the force than I *breathing* and invaluable to my new plan to restore the republic. *breathing* I wanted to test his abilities, if you would not join me. *breathing*”

 

“Perhaps we can reach a compromise?”

 

“What do you intend Nazomishi?”

 

“If his intentions are real then Vader could permit us to destroy the Deathstar for him. In exchange he could supply us with information on key areas to destroy?”

 

“A good plan I must agree, but work with Vader I will not.”

 

“That's the beauty of it. We don't join him, he doesn't join us but we both achieve our ends. If he betrays us then we are no worse off than we started by revealing ourselves…” The group had been so consumed in their discussion that none of them had sensed another presence heading their way. In what felt like an instant a powerful presence made itself known … the door opened again…

 

“It would seem that I have been betrayed.” The Emperor stood looking feeble as ever but held a dark power none had felt in their existence. “I have felt your resistance Lord Vader and now… you must pay for your treachery.”

 

“*breathing* You are no longer my Master so I feel no remorse. Destroy him, My apprentice”

 

Vader's apprentice thrusted his hand forth to blast the Emperor into a wall when three figures robed in red landed next to him using their own knowledge of the force to reduce the impact, but they were still thrown back into the wall protecting their Master.

 

“Your apprentice is quite strong with the Force Lord Vader. Such a shame he chose to oppose me!” The Emperor threw his hands forth spitting lightning at Vader only for Vader and his apprentice to block it with their light sabers as Windu had done all those years ago.

 

“You have grown weak Anakin you have only worked with a student long enough to produce a single apprentice, while I have spawned power to hundreds!”

 

“*breathing* You have resurrected the Sith, despite its own teachings.”

 

“You always were an influential boy but you never learned the most important lesson of any order. The Leader creates the rules!” he shoved his hands further forwards producing more lightning, enough to throw back both Vader and his apprentice. “While you went around working my orders I have trained myself, enhanced myself!” The Emperor threw off his Imperial cloak and began to stand from his hunched over position revealing himself to be much taller and in much better shape than originally been masked by an illusion. “With the survival of the Jedi I was forced to resurrect the most powerful order to ever walk the face of the Galaxy.”

 

“Betray even your own student you would Emperor, then destroy you we shall.” Yoda drew his lightsaber, permitting his magnificent green blade blaze to life.

 

“Ah Jedi Master Yoda, the old fool, the loyal old fool. Loyalties are for the weak.” The robed Members of the Zate stepped forth with most back their hoods. “And what is this more Jedi fools wishing to defy the Empire.”

 

“We are not the Jedi. We The Zate have Joined forces with the Jedi to destroy evil like you.” Nazomishi used the force to pull lightsabers from the insides of his sleeves into his hands. He activated them falling into a stance to show off their Green presence. The rest of the Zate complied in doing the same showing their unique styles and colors. Sano's Lightsaber was especially unique, a single lightsaber with a beam over twenty feet long and purple.

 

“YOU WILL ALL DIE HERE!” The Emperor screamed as dozens of Sith Lords showed themselves immerging from the shadows in blood red robes (think the remnant from Jedi academy) activating their uniform Red Lightsabers. The blades came in many styles and designs. Some wielded only one while several unleashed two blades and one unique man had fallowed the path Darth Maul once took with the staff.

 

The Emperor took advantage of the moment of shock to leave along with his private bodyguards, his elite, each as strong as a Jedi Master.

 

“*breathing* It would seem we were destined to join forces” Vader stated, hoping to rekindle some of whatever remained of his former alliance.

 

“Don't get your hopes up Vader” Obiwan stated activating his traditionally blue lightsaber as Vader cut down the first of the Sith.

 

 

Chapter notes: Don't feel sad about the time skip, there won't be many major time skips and most of them are here in the first saga and the very start of the second, setting up the history of the Zate. These skips will have events from them in flashbacks later on.