Two scenes back to back. Mother and son
Still my favorite chapter that I Wrote.
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When they got to lokath, a small search party landed on the surface. C'ori cuddled up next to Arcann, grabbing his arm. "Come on Scarface. let's go find some trouble." She grinned, her pink cheeks glowed. Theron chuckled. "You two see if you can redirect the fleet. Joanis and I will go find Borias." " hey wait up!" Vette ran to catch up. She caught her breath. "I figured you could use another slicer. I've been here before. I know how this place works." Mako smiled at The lavender eyed, blue skinned twilek. "Tag team tech. It'll go quicker with two of us." "Great." Theron nodded. Arcann knows the fleet and Iokath. Vette knows her way around." He looked at Vette. "Remember where the control center is?" "There's several. Don't worry I got this." "Comon." Arcann waved to the others, he started to walk across the metal deck from where the shuttle landed. Joanis and Theron headed in the opposite direction. As they walked along the metal walkway, Theron grumbled. "He would be a lot easier to find if his implants were working." Joanis looked over at his brother's spirit, who walked along with them. he smiled. "let me talk to him brother." Theron walked ahead, lost in thought. He turned when he heard the voice behind him. "Theron." Theron looked into the deep blue eyes, eyes that mirrored his twin, though there were subtle differences between Borias and his brother. "Joanis, comon. We need to find Borias." Joanis grabbed his arm gently, pulling him closer. "I am here beloved."

Joanis glanced over at his brothers spirit. "Borias isn't dead." Theron spotted something shiny laying on the ground. he picked up the two pips. "his implants... this is why mako couldn't trace him..." he gripped the bloody pips in his hand, rolling them between his fingers thoughtfully. the ghost stood staring off into the distance. Joanis came up next to his brothers spirit, who pointed over to the far corner of the alcove behind some of the rubble. The body almost couldn't be seen lying among the debris and overgrowth, but Theron spotted the familiar red leather Zakuulan armor. "Borias!" He rushed over to inspect the body. He rolled him over gently. Borias almost wasn't recognisable with the bloodied, dirty, unshaven face, and the matted thick hair. He cradled Borias in his arms, smoothing the dirt away from his bronze cheeks. "Borias, please wake up." Borias spirit smiled at Joanis. "It is time to go home brother." He moved towards his body in Theron's arms. Moments later, Theron jerked as the still form stirred. The blue eyes blinked open, looking up at him. "Beloved." He said weakly. Theron hugged him close. "I wasn't sure you'd come back. I thought maybe I had lost you." Borias held onto him. "I was not sure. my spirit kept losing itself. I fell asleep. lost consciousness..." Tears slipped down Theron's tanned cheeks. "let's get you to a kolto tank." he smiled. Borias reached up to touch his face. Theron grabbed his hand, kissing it, holding it to his tear streaked cheek. Joanis tapped away on his halo comm. "come in CORUSCANT." Hylo here." Came the reply. "We found Lord Borias." He smiled. " that's excellent news." Lana leaned over the console smiling.

Theron and Joanis take a search party to find Borias.

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As Theron walked across the newly built walkway to the main deck of the Alliance base, he took in a breath. The early morning Odessen sun warmed his tanned cheeks as he approached the Cantina building. Gault Rennow smiled warmly at him as he entered the cantina whistling a lively tune. "There's the man of the hour." "Hey Gault." Theron stepped up to the bar. Gault handed him a tall, steaming cup. "I put a little something extra in it for ya." his red cheeks wrinkled with a devilish grin Theron grabbed the cup from Gault, then looked at the steaming brown liquid. "If it's anything like the one he made me yesterday, I would drink that VERY slowly." Kira came up next to him, pointing at the cup of caff. "Really?" Theron sniffed it, then took a sip. "Supplies are scarce since the war, but I managed to procure some while Vette, and I were out robbing the outer rim." Gault announced proudly. "Hothonian fire water?" Theron chortled as he took another sip. "Leave it to Gault to find all the good stuff." Gault returned the smile. "My pleasure. I remember the Commander saying that you liked it, so 1 saved it for you." Joanis came up behind them, looking at Theron thoughtfully. "Is he sleeping in again?" Theron chuckled. "We uh.... had a late night." Kira smiled. "I see Borias has been keeping you busy, huh?' "You could say that." Theron took another deep sip from the cup. "We're kinda making up for lost time together."

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Izax makes a plan
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"Energy...old...ancient." Yuun chittered through his breathing apparatus. "Older than the immortal Sith even." "The gods are eternal, like the Emperor, but I think, even he is but a youth compared to them." Amethesta said. Mako tapped away on her datapad. "I think that you're right. The energy readings in here are through the roof, quite literally." She chuckled at the pun. "I'm also picking up residues of humanoid DNA." Theron looked at her curiously. "But it was a trick. They weren't really here..." He covered his face with a gloved hand. "Oh no." "What?" Mako looked up from her typing. "The priests were real, but the Gods weren't. Izax made me believe that they were really here, but it was just an illusion, like Borias..." He looked at the crystal. "Borias was frozen, placed in stasis. Izax trapped his spirit in the crystal, at least, that's what he told me. I didn't believe him. I thought he was just toying with me, manipulating me. He used my emotions against me." "Being raised as a Jedi, you should have known better." Amethesta said. Theron hated to admit it, but the Miriluka was right. There is no emotion, there is peace... he thought, looking away from her eyeless gaze. "I'm tired of fighting. I want this bloodshed to end. I just want peace." "If Lord Scourge were here, he I would tell you that peace is a lie, but he is not, and neither is Lord Borias." Amethesta said. Theron sighed, placing his hands on his slender hips, bowing his head. "I was a fool. I should have known it wouldn't be that simple." "So what now?" Mako shrugged. "I suppose we need to get the others back and regroup." Theron said.

Theron questions his sanity.
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Borias, I really wish that 1 could come back, but I have too much that needs to be done. I would love to take that vacation that I always talked about, go somewhere far away from all this war and death. Just the two of us. It's a great fantasy, but the reality is much harder to swallow. It feels like iv'e fought for peace all of my life, but for as long as I can remember, no matter what, nothing has turned out as I planned. Everyone always lets me down in the end. The Jedi, the Republic, my parents, even the Alliance. This endless war for power....it needs to stop. I'm so tired of fighting, and Iv'e finally found a way to stop it. Please know that everything iv'e done has been for the good of us all. I don't expect you to understand. In fact, i'm sure this will really upset you. But I really need you to know, no matter how this all turns out, I LOVE YOU. I always have, and always will, Ever since the moment 1 first saw you on that halo in Manaan. You stole my heart and I will never forget you. Always, forever Theron

"Please do not kill him." Satele cried. "He is much more dangerous if you do. You know that Lord Borias will be furious and exact his wrath upon you." Izax chuckled. "He shall do that either way, but you are correct. It would be better if your son stays this way. You shall watch over him while I go deal with the upstart Alliance and my family." Izax stepped away from the carbonite casing. Satele watched as he walked out of the chamber with the others. She let out a heavy sigh. What am I going to do now? She thought. It was hard enough fighting the Sith Emperor, then Arcann, but Izax is a GOD. How do we fight that? Now that the Gods have returned, we are all lost. Izax thirsts for world domination. He will destroy everything just as the Sith Emperor did. I doubt we shall survive this war. I won't survive much longer. I just know it. I am tired of fighting. She looked up at the frozen carbon form of her son sadly, reaching up to stroke the frozen cheek thoughtfully. This was all my doing. I never gave you the chance to succeed on your own. I guided you right from the start. You always had to prove yourself, always made sacrificies for the good of the Republic. You always did the right thing, even if it hurt you in the end. I am so sorry for that. I could have been better to you, but I had a duty to fufill too. I have made many sacrificies, but the one that hurts me most was you. I should never have broken the code. Her hand shook as she reached for the controls to the carbonite casing. I must make it right, she thought. This ends now. She tapped the controls to release him from the carbonite, then stepped back, watching as Theron became unfrozen. Theron screamed in agony as he became unfrozen. She looked at him sadly, then turned to walk out the door.

they are both tired of fighting
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Jace tries to connect with his son
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The fire had burned low. Ashes drifted on the wind, carrying the last of Satele Shan into the night sky. Around the pyre, the Council had departed, the crowd dispersed. Only the new statue remained, towering above the mesa - serene, unyielding, her marble eyes cast over the temple below. Jace Malcom lingered at its base, his broad shoulders stooped, his weathered face raw in the torchlight. He looked up at her carved likeness, lips pressed tight. For a long time he said nothing. Then the words burst out, rough and jagged. "You left me with nothing, Satele. Nothing but duty. Nothing but silence." His fist clenched at his side. "You didn't even tell me about him. My own son. I had to find out in a damn report." The statue's face, calm and eternal, stared back without judgment. Jace's voice cracked. "I tried. Stars help me, I tried to reach him. But by then he hated me. And maybe he was right to." He shook his head, breathing hard. "All those years you told yourself it was for the good of the Order, the good of the Republic. And look where it left us. A broken son. A shattered family. Two people who loved each other and destroyed everything anyway." He dragged a hand down his scarred face. His voice dropped to a whisper. "I loved you. For all the good it did me. I love him more. And I was too damned proud to say it until it was too late." Silence answered him. Only the crackle of the dying fire.

Jace leaned a hand against the stone, staring up at her. "He has a family now, Satele. Not the kind you'd approve of. But it's strong. Stronger than we ever were. He doesn't need me... but by the stars, I need him. I can't lose him too." silent sobs wrung from a heart he had hidden behind command for decades. "You left me with nothing," he rasped, his voice breaking. "Not even my own son." The wind carried no answer - but in the silence, memory became voices. Lord Borias' deep tones, firm and bitter: "It's because of her that I was separated from my family." Theron's voice, raw and shaking: "Her Jedi platitudes, her secrets... it left deep scars. 1 was angry for so long. I thought I'd come to terms with it... but I never did." And Jace's own, echoing back at him like judgment: "I was never given the chance to be a father. Satele kept him from me. By the time I tried, it was too late." He staggered back, staring up at her stone face. Unmoving. Eternal. "All of us," he whispered hoarsely. "You broke all of us..." The wind snaked through the temple's pillars, a hollow sound that might have been a reply — or just the night itself, mourning with him. For the first time in decades, Jace Malcolm let his grief consume him, alone at the feet of the woman he had loved, hated, and lost. above him, Satele's carved eyes gazed forever outward, unblinking, untouched, while three broken men carried the weight of her choices. and for a moment, the great commander bowed his head against cold stone, just a man grieving what could never be mended.

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Theron meets Nahut and the God offers him assistance
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Theron meets Nahut and he learns of Izax’s plan
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the Gods of Zakuul have returned
this is a long chapter. Link in comments if you want the full story.
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3632bby Iokath SCYVA stood among the other God droids on Iokath, her streamlined droid body gleaming in the hazy sunlight of the technological world. "It has begun. I can sense something happening." She said softly, her droid voice vibrated like a soft, metallic hum. AIVELA stood next to her mother, her silver droid body slightly smaller, a semi circular crown atop her metal head. "I can feel the fires burning." "War and rage." TYTH boomed. His red droid form towering above them both. " beware the shadows that come." ESNE cooed, her soft voice breathed. The sleek feminine droid body matched her twin, AIVELA, a three pronged vertical crowned her droid head. " the time has come my children" SCVYA chimed. "The cycle shall begin again. Our endless sleep is over." SCYVA looked up into the dwindling skylight. Soon...Soon We shall be whole again.

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The hooded figure moved silently through the Alliance base. She checked each area slowly, silently, moving like a whisper in the wind. It was quiet. The only sound was the hum of the consoles left behind. No people were in sight, only various objects scattered around on the floor, on the counter tops, along the walkways. It was if everyone just dropped what they were doing and abandoned the place suddenly. Not a trace of anyone was left, like they had just vanished. The consoles hummed, the hangar stood empty, even some personal items were left behind. Nothing of consequence, but still odd, just the same. She frowned. This shall make things more difficult, she thought. The Alliance disappeared, and we are not responsible. She walked into the room next to the Smuggler's quarter. There were several datapads spread out on the table in front of the sofa. She picked one up and inspected it. There was an unfinished message on the screen, the sender obviously didn't have time to finish it, or got interrupted while writing it. The subject line only had one word written in it: BORIAS It's finally over. Valkorian is gone. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. It's been a long two years. Vaylin is destroyed, Borias took the throne and the Eternal Fleet is under the Alliance's control. Instead of war, we're using it to rebuild the core worlds, even Zakuul. All of the worlds that Arcann had destroyed. The Eternal Alliance is in it's infancy. We're stronger than ever, but i'm afraid that the Empire and the Republic will just go back to the way things were before, now that they aren't fighting the Eternal Empire any longer. I've read the intelligence reports and I've been keeping a close eye on activity on both sides.

Lana doesn't seem too concerned. She's happy with the status quo for the moment, and Borias is just enjoying his position as Emperor and Galactic Peacekeeper. Regardless of our success, I'm afraid that this "peace" won't last. I need to do something if there's to be any peace in the Galaxy. I met a priest while I was on Iokath. She belongs to an order that's older than any that i've met before. Working for the SIS, I've encountered many secret organizations, even zealots, but these aren't like any others that I've seen before. The message stopped. She let out a heavy sigh. "Oh Theron, what have you done?" She wondered if these were the same priests that she had met when she was on Zakuul. She had to know. The plan must be carried out... She sighed, then walked over to the console and switched on the halo panel. "I've done as you asked Goddess, but there seems to be an unplanned development." The figure materialized in front of her on the halo screen. The figure became clearer, developing into a solid form. A tall, slender feminine form, older than time. "Mistress, it seems that you were right." The hooded woman stared into the face of the goddess, fear on her hooded face. "The Alliance is gone. So is the GRAVESTONE and my son. What shall I do?" The slender droid form looked at the former Grand Master. "Fear not my child, all will be well." Scyva said softly. She raised her slender silver hands, spreading the fingers apart...

Something strange is happening at the alliance base
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The dark figure sat, cold, alone. He had been there for centuries. The force ebbed through him. He felt a sudden jolt. The force had shifted again, he thought. He could feel it changing. A robed figure approached him. He was tall and broad, the hooded cowl covering his face. he folded his hands in front of him. "The time is near my Lord, we are moving toward your redemption." The dark figure looked up at him. His grey skin could just be viewed from beneath his coal black robes. "Is it time? Has the Demon Savior been removed?" "He has my lord." "Any word from the others?" "Your siblings have been released on lokath, but there has been no word of Izax or Scyva as yet." The figure nodded his hooded head. "My father shall reign again." The robed figure bowed before the God. "All hail Izax, favor the Avatar of Sorrow. Walk the path. We light the way to lead you home Lord Nahut." Nahut rose to stand before his High priest. "You shall be rewarded for your service my son."

the Gods of Zakuul awaken from their long slumber
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The sound in the spire begin to get louder. The low hum grew to a high pitched whine. The whole chamber began to vibrate. "What's happening? Jaesa covered her ears as the sound grew louder." "I know not. Lord Czokas said, looking around. They fought to keep their footing as the entire chamber vibrated. The roof of the chamber began to break away, giving access to the dark, warm night sky of Zakuul. they shielded themselves as the large chunks of metal and stone fell down into the vaulted chamber. A shadowy form appeared over the gaping hole that was once the ceiling of the Carbonite chamber. The Carbonite blocks became free of their casings and started to float up toward the gaping hole in the ceiling. Jaesa screamed as the metal deck gave way under her booted feet. She fell down, arms flaring as she landed onto a pile of debris under her. Czokas tried to catch her as she fell, but he was also caught up in the falling debris. He came down in a heap next to her. She grunted as she hit the ground, then she looked up to see the Carbonite casings float up into the night sky. Czokas rubbed his legs as he stood on the pile of debris where they had fallen. "You are all mine.." The voice boomed, deep and wispy, like an echo in a chamber.

"That voice...I know it well. " Czokas said. "Is that the emperor? But I thought he was gone... destroyed." "The emperor is eternal. He never dies. You know that now, being one of his chosen." Jaesa nodded. " then why has he abandoned us? She watched as the last of the Carbonite casings floated up through the ceiling. "You belong to me..." The voice echoed. Izax was only a conduit, I am your Eternal emperor!" Czokas jumped as he felt himself being lifted up toward the opening in the roof. "Come child...dark Jedi. What was once lost shall soon be found." She floated upward toward the gaping hole. She watched as she floated through it and gazed at the destroyed Carbonite chamber, slowly becoming a blur in the distance beneath her.

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"...no! No! I can't allow it!" Commander Malcolm yelled, his hazel eyes blazing, his deep voice boomed, echoing in the vaulted chamber. " We need you here." Theron's green gold eyes stared angrily at his father. "You are giving in to the eternal Empire! you are giving up! how could you?" Jace Malcolm's eyes glistened with contempt. " I fight FOR the Republic!" He shook his big fists. " I thought you did too, but you're abandoning us, your people, your..." He paused. "Family." Theron's eyes bore into him. "Family Malcolm? Oh that's rich. We were never a family. You saw to that, you and Master Satele. "

for justice, honor and the good of the Republic. He doesn't sit behind a desk or bow down to bullies and bureaucrats." "How dare You! Jace fumed. Theron stared at his father. "It's the truth. You just refuse to accept it. " Theron stared to walk toward the doorway leading to the corridor. He looked over his shoulder at Jace. "I would like to say that it's been a pleasure working for you commander Malcolm, but that would be a lie, and sadly, in my line of work, lying is a necessity." He walked out into the hallway, not looking back. he didn't even turn around when he heard the heavy footsteps behind him. He knew Jace was behind him, following, but he didn't care. He quickened his pace, making his way down the series of corridors leading out of the Senate Tower and toward the spaceport. Malcolm followed him to the main foyer. he stepped into the archway leading outside to the long walk away leading toward the spaceport. He watched his son disappear into the distance on his speeder, heading past the spaceport. "Dammit!" Jace swore. "He doesn't understand." Theron was always troubled. He tried to desperately accommodate his son, but Theron never seemed to be satisfied. he was an excellent agent; very dedicated and loyal, but he was too emotional. he always allowed his feelings to get the better of him. Jace grumbled to himself. he just hoped that his son would have better luck than the rest of us. maybe he would be more successful. Satele had already disappeared. he just hoped that Theron wouldn't too. Theron returned home to his apartment thinking about the confrontation with his father. He was agitated, angry and disgusted. He couldn't wait to leave this place. Coruscant had been his home for many years, but now things had changed. He stood there, with his hands on his slender hips,

posted this before but it’s one of the best sequences I’ve written. I’m kind of proud of this one.
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Djamin stood in the ruins of the lab where he and his wife worked. The smell of scorched electronics clung to the air, and the walls were still stained violet from where the anomaly had erupted. He ran his hand along her desk — the coffee mug still half full, her notes scattered as if she'd just stepped away, but she hadn't. She wasn't even here and now, she never would be again. Something flickered in the far corner of the lab, A faint pulse of the same purple -black light. Djamin's heart pounded. "Azhule..." he breathed, and stepped closer, reaching out towards it. The pulse became a hum. The hum became a roar. He covered his ears to mute the sound, but before he could turn away, the anomaly opened again and closed in around him. With him and a whoosh, he was gone...

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Uh oh…
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i struggled with this for awhile and just finally decided to make them a triad.
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Djamin’s old life resurfaces and Hodari can’t handle it.

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Hodari leaves him and Djamin tries to hold it together

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Djamin's breath came hard and heavy, the words tearing out of him before he could stop them. "I gave you my heart, Hodari... and now you've abandoned me." His voice cracked, echoing against the silent grove. "Now I have nothing... nothing." He doubled over, clutching the band

Hodari stood a few paces away, shoulders hunched, eyes red. His jaw trembled as though the words were caught inside his throat. "I tried..." Hodari whispered, voice breaking. "I tried t' stay away. To hate you. T' let you go..." He shook his head violently. "But I just couldn't. I can't breathe without you."

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Hodari lingered in the hallway after Djamin left to meet her at the gate. His hands flexed at his sides, restless, and his jaw worked in silence.

features, his worry etched deep. The inner turmoil that churned inside him was plain in his eyes. Najuma's heart ached. She knew what her father was going through - the same gnawing fear and loss that had shadowed them both for years. She didn't want to intrude. But she also couldn't stand to see him suffer like this. They had both been through too much already.

Yep i’m definitely a sadist. This story took a dark turn. I’m kinda stunned and stumped as to where it will go next.

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While Amala and Djamin talked downstairs, Hodari stood alone in what would soon be Subira's room. It was a near-perfect duplicate of the bedroom Djamin had built for her at his other homestead. The same portrait hung on the wall - her crooked smile fixed in place, looking down at him as if in quiet mockery.

Poor Hodari thought his rival was gone, but trouble is just beginning it seems.
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