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Tales Of The Cosmic Force: The Emperor's Return	By : xXDasXGoochXx Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 1356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Emperor's Return
Chapter 5
-Location Unknown-
A tremor had been felt...An ancient being had been stirred...And a plan set into motion millennia ago was now beginning anew. In the darkness of the crumbling ruins of a once great, now extinct empire. Black sclera contrasted by concentric circles the color of a billion coronas glowed briefly. The Force both sang and wept in anticipation for what was to come. Change on such a scale that the galaxy would be brought upon its knees.
Nothing less from the plannings of GOD.
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Mau sat in a well practiced meditation stage as he rode the ebbs and flows of the Cosmic Force. This technique, like many had been sealed within the Sith Holocron was a Sith technique that gave the user something close to the ability to see what was, is and would be.
Before, in his natural body he had been able to see with a certain clarity that had allowed him to cheat death itself. Now within this foreign body, not touched with the force, it was proving impossible. Opening his eyes, he frowned. He needed his body back before he could even attempt to continue his work.
Anger filled him threatening to spill out in seconds before he struggled briefly to regain control. Thoughts of the past and images of a different time the culprit of his reaction. That was an issue of itself. He deduced that the Sith technique he had used long ago had irreversibly skewed his once exceptional balance. Grasping the calming control that the Light Side gifted proved difficult. With each day he remained in this form his alignment shifted farther and farther into the chaos that was the Darkness. No, it could not wait. He needed to get to Veine immediately before he lost himself completely.
He sensed the ever chaotic presence of his fellow Irken.
Standing, he ignored the stiffness and pain from his recent Kolto-Tank healing. It had been his own fault, reveling in the feeling of so many force sensitives after such a long time. His distraction had cost him dearly. If he had been killed he would have to switch hosts which would stretch his already stretched control to its limits...most definitely submerging him in the darkness with little hopes of returning. The Holocrons warnings had been clear. If one was not a master of the Dark Side; able to calm its chaotic nature and use it fully without the mental fragility that accompanied it...More than one possession should never be attempted.
Glancing towards the elevator to the depths of the base as Zim stepped off the platform, his android following behind in a synth-skin that gave the appearance of a young human male.
"Zim," He began, pausing as he finally managed to attain balance and give himself to the force.
"Prepare transport. We will disembark as soon as our new...friends, arrive."
Zim frowned at this, his antennae flattening in disapproval. He did not understand why exactly they needed those filthy worms. So what if they were Force Sensitive? He was far stronger than them! They would only slow them down! Every minute they waited for these...smeets...was another minute he could be using crafting a weapon and training! He would be better off killing them both.
Mau had easily picked up on Zim's dark thoughts and was quick to blanket his weaker but still powerful presence upon him.
"We do not discard tools before we can even begin to realise their usefulness! They will be your comrades in the war that is to come. Believe me when i say that this war will be nothing like the pitiful isolationism that thesefools have forced upon my empire!"
Zim immediately bowed his head, sufficiently cowed. Feeling his pride take a hit at being spoken to like a smeet. His anger spiked briefly before he smothered it, releasing it to the force and exhaling slowly as he had been taught.
Mau nodded in approval
"Good. Good. Never let your emotions control you. I made that mistake and it cost me...nearly everything. Soon i will have my body. Only then may we take one step closer to getting our revenge."
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Gaz woke with the type of energy that only sheer determination to get something done could bring. She would learn everything Mau taught her. To hell with the consequences! What did she have to lose?
Nothing. That's what.
She finished her morning routine with pace before dating into the kitchen and stopping dead as her brother sat in the same spot he had been when she had departed the previous evening. His stare slightly unnerved her for a moment before she broke eye contact and stuck her head in the fridge.
"Out of milk.."
She trailed off lamely in a futile attempt to break the tension between them that had grown since her declaration of intent. He had simply frowned and hadn't spoken to her since. Not even saying goodnight. As stupid as it sounded it had felt..cold. Whatever this, force, was it felt as if they were coming upon a fork in the road that was their lives. Her whole life they had been together. "The Children of the Genius Dr. Membrane." Never wanting for anything but never getting what she felt they actually wanted; A Father.
Gaz pulled out with her one of the few apples that hadn't gone bad and took a rather large bite as she closed the fridge and spun around. Swallowing, she exhaled.
"Dib…"
"Whatever your reasons are Gaz...It's fine. I don't trust him and you don't care, and hell that's fine too."
His dark eyes hardened briefly.
"I can...feel something big is coming...a danger that I know is coming but can't tell from where…"
He trailed off before running a hand through his dark hair.
"Whatever's coming...it wouldn't be smart to split up now. So I'm with you."
Gaz' tense posture relaxed visibly. Dib could feel the relief exude from her. The fear that had shown like a beacon to him diminished ever so slightly. His smile was small and for reasons he doubted she fully understood.
He had not spent the entire night contemplating his choice. He had always been a hands on type of guy, never allowing things to just happen unless he had no choice in the mater. He had tried getting a grasp of the Force. Or at least attempted to recognize when the power was at work. He had already gotten a rough idea when it came to brushing over people's thoughts and feelings. Well, by people he meant Gaz.
There was definitely some irony in the fact that the love that his father had sought from the clone that had cursed his very existence with her last breath, had been reciprocated in a less romantic way with the daughter he cared nothing about.
He was amused and slightly impressed that Gaz actually cared that much about her father. As much as she tried to act like nothing mattered in the world and everyone else existed just to annoy her she was surprisingly childish. If not in maturity than in her pointless dream to earn the man's recognition. How exactly she would do that, he surmised that bringing to him proof of a cosmic power that she had mastered would somehow earn his love. DIb had actually laughed at that. Yeah right. She'd sooner be strapped to a table and dissected than even hear an "I love you" from the man. He could not and would not allow her to be killed because she simply lacked the vision to see what was real.
She was his afterall. Once he had sated his interest with her...only then could she run off to her demise. But for now….She was his.
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-Hyperspace, Enroute to the Solar System-
Having spent the last 15 hours with nothing but her own thoughts, Tak had quickly come to the conclusion that she had no idea what the hell she was doing. She was going to Zim of all people! The one person responsible foreverything!? She needed a stick bad. Already, the purple eyed Irken could feel the twitches coming that came before withdrawal set in.
As she nearly leapt from the pilot's chair and to her hastily thrown together bag of valuables that included her old Invader Elite uniform and the only clean mechanics jumpsuit she had and two packs of the highly addictive and highly illegal - at least in Irken Space- Glitterstim. Lighting the spice stick she inhaled deeply. The calming euphoria easing her nerves and for a while, leaving her in peace.
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Irken Space, Irken Homeworld, Inquisitorial Headquarters
This was not the first time Xos was glad the large hood of his cloak hid the utter look of disgust as he knelt before his Tallest along with the other two who made up The Fist. They were located in a room whose only purpose was to comfortably house the tallest.
Xos grit his teeth as he struggled to release his anger to the force at lowering himself to this...weak irken. So what if he came from a political powerful Genetic Pool! He was a Jedi! Bred from one of the most powerful Irken Jedi to ever live! The only thing that kept him from burying his blade in the Tallests neck was the fact that he was about to embark and search for what appeared to be a powerful force sensitive trespassing in Irken Space as well as a few Defectives coalescing in attempt to band together and stave off their guaranteed deaths.
Almighty Tallest Red stood before the three kneeling, cloaked forms of the Irken Jedi with unhidden contempt. Not so much because he hated force users. Just the opposite. He envied them. The power! To be able to move objects with but a look! What he wouldn't give to be one of the Irken Jedi of the old republic! He did not agree with his predecessors on Force Suppression, especially with tensions growing in the galaxy. War was coming….he could feel it and he doubted he would be able to keep the Empire from being dragged into it.
As it were, The Empire was under equipped to deal with enemy jedi. Although the force suppressing technology gave minimal protection against telekinetic attacks, true warriors of the art could dispatch dozens without it.
Once he could find an...accident...to deal with that idiot Purple...he would abolish the Law and reopen the Irken Jedi Temple. For now however, He would need to dispatch the Fist to deal with whatever foreign Jedi though it wise to invade irken space and appear on the back water planet they had exiled Zim to. Already he could feel a headache coming on. It was always ZIm.
"Track down any and all who threaten the rule of the Empire. You know the Law. See to it that it's carried out….Dismissed!"
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Xos walked in quick strides towards their private hangar, his cloak billowing as Worker Drones were smart to stay out of his way. Trailing just a step behind were Chys and Shik, two strong warriors of decent bloodlines. They were each a decade or more older than him, a testament to his power with the Force that he led them.
"Xos...It would be wise to watch that anger of yours...lest you be tempted to fall...as troublesome as that would be for everyone."
Xos grimaced, choosing to ignore Shik and feeling a spike of anger that he quickly released to the force at being reprimanded like a child..albeit in the passive and calm way that Shik normally did.
Xos held some respect for the Form VI user. A master tactician with a mind for dealing with force users, He stood at the height of 5'11", average build and common red eyes marking him as nothing overly special….But Xos knew better. It was foolish to clash blades with this man for longer than absolutely necessary. Shik could pick apart entire combat styles, develop a counter to it...then develop a counter for that counter. he had been apart of the 2 previous generation of Fist. Tradition dictating that the newest trained Jedi must defeat and kill the older to insure that only the most powerful could serve. Xos had gone a step further. Slaughtering his fellow cadets and then the standing Commander.
No one questioned whether or not he was worthy.
"It would be fitting...Seeing as he comes from a pool started by a Fallen Jedi..and traitor."
Xos actually stopped at this, turning and glaring at Chys. The lean irken was taller than both he and Shik; Yellow-Green eyes representing a powerful bloodline. Chys was by the far the fastest of the three. The Assassin specialist and arguably his equal in skill. Chys was a constant test of his control. With sharp barbs and vitriolic comments hidden expertly behind layers of apathetic condescension. His very aurra told people that they were not worthy of even his attention. Xos despised him. Already he was slowly reaching for his weapon, eager to bury it in that apathetic face of his.
"Enough."
Intervened Shik. Around them mechanic drones stopped and stared, a mixture of fear and intrigue at the rare sighting of the Emperor's Fist. Xos relented, anger cooling to a dangerous simmer. Turning on his heel, he boarded the ship eager to find the powerful presence and utterly destroy it.
Chapter End.
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