Ochi stepped forward, the static in his eyes now matching the static that grew once more in his head, the blade hot and light and demanding more and more and more.

Bosvarga glanced down. “What are you doing?” he asked, then ducked around, trying to get out of the way, then realized he had his back to the ship’s nose, the control console pressing into the small of his back.

“What’s going on?”

Ochi turned as Cerensco entered the cockpit, blade pointing right at him. Cerensco lifted his hands, then shuffled around to join his brother.

Ochi froze, yet again, and this time he swayed on his feet, his head spinning, his cybernetic implants using every available processing cycle to isolate the interference, figure out what was going on, all the while rejecting the concept that the blade in Ochi’s hand was somehow responsible.

Was somehow…alive.

Alive, and hungry.

Bosvarga’s hand twitched over his blaster, ready to pull when the moment was right.

It was the last thing he ever did, and the last thing he ever heard was Ochi screaming as he stabbed the blade, over and over again, and the scream of Cerensco, as the two brothers died together, their blood splattering against the front viewports as Ochi surrendered himself to the primal need of the Sith blade one more time.


Star Wars Shadow of The Sith Chapter 61