Jump 173: Star Wars Legacy

Jump 173: Star Wars Legacy

Location: Ossus
Age: 22
Identity: [-100] Jedi
Drawbacks: [+600] At Last We Have Become Star Wars Legacy, Hunted

[600/1500] Sithslayer
[1200/1500] My Vow Is To The Force
[Free]      Sagely Air
[1300/1500] Diplomat
[1500/1500] Remembered

I had done certain things that were meant to have certain effects. The Jedi Order rebuilt under Luke Skywalker, but had firsthand accounts of what went wrong and how to avoid those problems. The Empire was brought to an abrupt end, Imperial remnants brought to heel rapidly, and a certain Chiss admiral brought into the fold to help slay the Vong.

A hundred years later and it was the same thing all over again. And so it became clear that no matter what I did, the galaxy was fated to continue to travel a path that would see everything splinter.

That path led to a less than voluntary audience with one Darth Krayt.

"At last. The Sith Terminarch. We've searched far and wide for you."
I palmed my face, before looking over the dark lord before me, standing in his throne room. "Darth Krayt, was it? You could have just... you know, sent me a message through the holonet instead of sending idiots who think with laser swords instead of their brains. Do you know how many tried to chop my limbs off without even telling me WHY they wanted to take me to you?"
He didn't have the good grace to even feign embarassment, instead going for indignance, "You dared disobey my summons!"
"Again," I told him, patiently, "They didn't say I had been summoned, they came at me with their sabers instead of saying anything, and the majority clearly interpreted your instructions as bringing me to you dead rather than alive."
"I am surrounded by fools," he hissed.
"You are surrounded by fools," I agreed. "Now that that is out of the way, what is it that you have summoned me for?"
"The secrets to your immortality!" he boomed, standing from his throne, voice and motions bombastic despite his lack of energy. "I am plagued by the Vong and their parasites, and you have faced them down, you surely know better than anyone how they are!"
I nodded, "The Yuzahn Vong were abominations, and every thing they touched they twisted, in ways even the ancient Sith alchemists would have found repugnant. I should know."
Pointing at me, he exclaimed, "Precisely! And so my desire is to eliminate the Vong, eliminate everything they touched! To bring peace to the galaxy! You've seen the weakness of the Republic and the old Empire of Fel, after all."
"Quite so. Politicians lack the backbone to do what is needed," I agreed.
"Precisely! You, the last Sith, taking a renegade fleet to stop their first attack! And even then you witnessed the uselessness of the Republic!"
I nodded again, explaining, "The galaxy is diseased. They were soft and corrupt before Darth Sidious' empire rose, and they stayed soft and corrupt when he fell, even moreso."
"Then surely you understand why sacrifices must be made to bring peace to MY galactic empire!" he exclaimed, extending a hand. "Join me! And your name shall be revered to the end of the stars themselves!"
I looked at his hand. Then at him. "Oh. Oh, I see, this is where you demand I heal you and then give you my link to the Force so you can become a living god while I die. And if I say no?"
The near-simultaneous lighting of sabers around the room from his guard was punctuated by his stating, "I am not giving you that option."
I smiled, inclined my head. "And that's why I'm wearing two dozen thermal detonators and a shield."
He opened his mouth to speak, then froze. And frowned. "A bluff. No shield would survive."
"Normally I'd make a speech right about now about the technology I have access to, but to be honest, I have had enough of this galaxy's shit. So fuck you, your Sith, Fel and his empire, and the Alliance alike. I'll destroy them all," I told him, before I shed the jacket I had been wearing. The harness of beeping spheres on my torso no longer concealed, I thumbed an activation stud.

Everything within half a kilometer, save for myself, disappeared in an inferno a heartbeat later.

---

In the years that followed, I made good on my threat. The Republic had been unwillingly dragged into saving itself before, and its collapse behind a strong figure was no surprise. As was his sudden and inevitable fall to the Dark Side, of course, because that's how it works and the Force has gotten to the point of angering me.

Of course a great deal of effort went into dealing with the remnants of the Sith. Hilariously, one of them proved useful to me - a twi'lek who went by the moniker of Darth Talon, who saw the writing on the wall and decided to make herself useful to me by way of helping me destroy our mutual enemies. Frankly, her occasional obsession with Cade Skywalker aside, she was extremely helpful. If a bit touched in the head with battle lust, anyway, which was fairly normal for this era's Sith.

The Jedi also frequently crossed blades with me but were typically left alive, though for some strange reason they took issue with my systematically dismantling a large number of governments and organizations across the galaxy. Very seldom was it anything on the level of a single planet, but the same corruption that saw to the destruction of the Republic was still rampant later, and I made it my task to pull it out, root and stem. Politicians. Businessmen. Gangsters. Hutts, on general principle.

I should have realized that this would eventually get the protagonists sent after me and circumstances contrived, but after dealing with Darth Krayt I had let myself be consumed by rage for the first time in thousands of years and focused it on deserving targets. And the occasional Jedi who had fallen and would end up causing more problems, but that was enough for the rest of the galaxy's Jedi to be convinced that I was toying with them.

Once I had come off the anger, though, I realized what needed to be done. Something appropriate for this universe. An appropriately epic showdown was necessary, and I had the resources to forge it. A world killer, or something that looked like it - a massive spiky black cube with an ominous red glow about it and what looked like a giant cannon. And an appropriate showdown needed an appropriate location, so that was made to be in orbit of Coruscant.

And so the Jedi entered the massive superstructure, dealt with the assorted droids that manned the station, but as they fought their way to the core they felt the cube shift around them as it changed shape, to that of a single enormous dagger the size of a moon. The single cannon was joined by others and they began to glow ominously, illuminating the night side of the planet. As the Jedi entered the throne room, Cade Skywalker and Darth Talon paired up and fought like mad. The rest? All upon myself and the handful of droids who wielded cortosis weapons. The throne room itself? Lined with material that deadened the feel of the Force within. Not completely removing it, but making it so it was not a simple 'I win' button for the heroes.

Oh, they were given an appropriate fight of course. They used the environment, used improvised weapons to take the droids out. Darth Talon met her end at Cade Skywalker's blade, as she felt would be appropriate - she knew the end was coming and preferred to face it on her terms rather than anyone else's, after all. And the Jedi saw me struck down, the station exploding around them as they made their daring escape, just as the cannon was starting to fire.

They'd gotten the conclusion they wanted, and while the vacant senatorial building had been empty, it was destroyed. But apparently the impetus was now to rebuild, something new rather than the same things that had failed again and again, to break the cycle.

And somewhere on a sandy beach on Naboo, I sipped a fruity drink and enjoyed the rewards of a job well done after an excellent performance. After all, it's far from the first time I'd faked my death.