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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: 1354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6
The bright blending colours of hyperspace held a somewhat calming affect on Mau. It represented a mission completed. For Irken Jedi, who were always placed on the front lines, seeing hyperspace was the goal at the end of the day...or week...or month.
He had been the only one left of his graduating class by the age of 25. The mortality rate for Jedi within the republic had been absurd, which was why he had received praise for not only defeating enemy jedi...but surviving. He had needed to be unbeatable by necessity in order to keep those he held a connection with safe. He mused, while sitting in the copilot's chair of Zim’s transport, that trying to save everyone had led to desperation. Then He had shown up sharing his dream of peace and providing him with answers that he desperately had needed.
Only through pain and threat of utter annihilation could peace be achieved.
Standing and stretching in an attempt to distract himself from the constant wrong feeling he got while in possession of this mandalorian offshoot body, he made his way into the cramped living quarters where his three acolytes were in their own corners.
Zim, was currently tinkering with spare parts. Mau’s eyes widened a fraction as he recognized the workings of a crude but possibly functional lightsaber. Zim’s technological genius utterly amazed him. To be able to craft a lightsaber by just a description of its workings and a quick sketch was impressive.
Dib, he noticed, seemed to be practicing his Moving Meditation. It was advanced; a technique that would’ve been taught at the Irken Jedi Temple by the fifth year of training. Mau had felt it unnecessary to train these three as if they were younglings, their advanced age and strong connection giving them the required maturation of their connections.
Currently, he was levitating 3 5lb balls and directing them in a slow orbit. Irken Jedi teachings as well as those of the Je’daii order dictated that to master the technique, one needed to be able to levitate not only 10 objects of varying weights, but oneself as well. While Mau had accomplished this fairly easy in his youth, his precise control of the Cosmic Force being necessary as unlike Zim, he could not channel the Force through himself in large quantities for long periods of time.
Turning his attention to his final student, His yellow eyes locked onto deep amber. Gaz, unlike Dib and Zim had what he determined to be a weak control of the cosmic force outside the body. She made up for this with a high potential for Force Augmentation within her body. He probed her non existent shields. Impatience, frustration, and determination assaulted him. She was as eager or more so than Zim to begin learning. Perhaps, he could pass on his Form II teachings onto her.
Completing his observations, he spoke. The foreign tone of his voice grating slightly on his nerves.
“Our current destination is my base upon the moon of Veine on the outskirts of the Irken Empire. Once there, I will begin training your bodies and minds to bring you to at least acceptable levels. Do not expect to return to Earth for quite a while. Normal training for Jedi can span anywhere from five to ten years….I will raise you to an acceptable level within 3.”
Gaz and Zim were visibly excited, Dib was more subdued. His mind already working as to ascertain some hidden motive or how he would best take advantage of his teachings. Mau opened his mouth but stopped eyes widened briefly as he just now sensed the three powerful force users tracking them through hyperspace.
Dib’s also flinched having felt it too. His eyes widening in alarm as the force screamed danger. What the hell!?!
ZIm was the most visibly affected as his he lacked control in just how much he chose to sense. He panicked, dropping his project and rushing for the pilot's chair, Mau on his heels.
“Exiting hyperspace! Strap in you fools!”
“Take us on the dark side of the moon! It will buy us enough time!”
As ZIm exited hyperspace in a less than smooth transition, the whole ship rocked as he broke through the thick stormy atmosphere. Behind them, recovering from whiplash and most likely concussions, The Membrane siblings could only stare in awe at the mountainous tundra planet. Veine was a mining planet that had gone dry sometime after Mau’s destruction of the Republic. The fierce storms that raged year round and 100 days of constant darkness had hardened Mau in his childhood before he had been taken to the Irken Jedi Temple on Irk. He would have paused to reminisce in nostalgia but more important things required his attention. Like how he was going to not only protect three untrained force sensitives and himself...but do it without his saber. Which he kept spares of in his base. They wouldn’t be of any use to him. This body was weak his ability to defeat children was nothing compared to fighting fully trained jedi. He would need to buy time...he would-
His eyes widened as the grim realisation of what needed to be done became clear. He inhaled slowly, exhaling after a short moment as he began the dangerous process of submerging himself in the chaotic darkside of the force and reaching.
Zim’s focus was broken abruptly, nearly causing the gruesome death of all on board. Within the cockpit of the transport, the temperature had dropped so suddenly that he feared for a moment that the hull had been breached allowing the freezing atmosphere in. Yet he couldn’t see his breath. The scanners showed no such damage and the primal fear he had felt before quadrupled. His grip tightened on the flight controls, chancing a single glance to what could be the only source of such darkness.
Mau, outwardly appeared to be in a deep trance, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration and sweat pouring from his forehead in some unseen exertion. Zim didn’t dare interrupt whatever was going on. Nor did he bother checking the status of his two other passengers. No. He instead focused intently on spotting any sign of landing platform within the blizzard.
As luck would have it, he felt a pull towards a random chain of mountains. Upon close inspection by his scanners, he picked up a power source on its lowest necessary settings. Minutes later, he nearly yelled in triumph as within the chain of mountains sat a single valley covered in snow and ice but large enough for a small enough ship to land. Sighing in relief, Zim angled the ship between the peaks, hovering some distance away from a well camouflaged hangar door.
Such relief was short lived though, as the darkness he had felt abruptly and somehow had quickly become used to was cut off. Mau stood from the copilot's chair. A hand stretched outwards, a few moments later, the massive door opened slowly, revealing a cavern like hangar that held an old republic starfighter and various maintenance droids scurrying to life.
Already in motion before the ship had fully touched down, he had thrown on a protective jacket for the below freezing weather.
“Survive.”
Was all he said before he was gone, sprinting through the already closing hangar doors and into the blizzard outside. Duib and Gaz watched him go, eyes wide for only a moment before Zim was rushing past them and deeper into the base.
“Hurry you idiots!”
The planet wide storm that had made their dangerous chase more difficult failed to touch the valley that held his base. Only a mild flurry that did nothing to hinder his vision of the fast approaching pursuants.
Exhaling. He blatantly anounced his presence and intentions as he fell to his knees and took the time he had left to focus and prepare. The sleek, dark coloured transport stopped some twenty to thirty meters in the air, opening and allowing the three FIST to land in a circle around him.
“Mandalorian Dark Sider.” Began Shik, who stood to the left of Mau. Lightsaber in hand. “You are trespassing in Irken Imperial Space. The penalty for which is death.”
Silence was all he gifted them as he stretched his senses as best he could in this inferior body. He needed to last five minutes. Easier said than done.
The irken holding two saber hilts sensed his usage of the force, activating his white blades. This was quickly followed by the others. Mau noted for a moment that one of the jedi wielded a purple lightsaber, in contrast to the others white.
The purple saber wielding Irken scoffed.
“How disappointing. A jedi without a lightsaber...Barely worth the trip.”
Mau frowned.
“You are a fool to believe for a second that I need a lightsaber to kill you all. Has the lack of true conflict atrophied the Irken Jedi so much? Or are you all just weak?”
With a significant force push, he knocked all three a few feet back giving him ample time to charge the dual wielding irken at high speeds. He dodged a series of fast slashes and stabs that would have given a regular combatant serious trouble. He was not a regular combatant and had dualed and defeated much faster opponents.
Feeling the other two closing in, he took advantage of an over extension To grab and throw the Form IV using jedi into the path of the oncoming combatants while relieving him of one of his sabers.
The grip was unfamiliar and the shape unsuited to his choice of Forms...but it would suffice. He stood straight, twirling the blade a few times before holding it in a low guard away from his body. He observed as the three now slightly wary jedi as they slipped into their forms. He took note of Form V, IV, and VI. All dangerous, each ones known weakness was protected by the others strength. Flirk. He had to ensure that he wasn’t surrounded and overwhelmed. It had only been 2 minutes.
Unfortunately that is exactly what they planned to do as they slowly began surrounding him. Unwilling to allow it to fully happen he feinted to the left and stabbed forward, quickly bringing his stolen weapon in a high guard to block the Djem So two-handed strike. The power behind it made him stagger and nearly earned him a painful death by impalement as he spun, bringing his blade vertically about his body as the other irken lept at him with a backstab.
He struggled to simply keep from being overwhelmed as he deflected, parried and riposted. As was the way of Form II, no movement was wasted, each parry carried over into a riposte which carried back into another parry. He felt his focus slip slightly earning him a graze on his shoulder before he spun, using the motion of his previous attack to kick the Form VI user back a few feet, diving in the hole it provided and recovering from his roll just in time to lock sabers with the Ataru using Jedi.
Deactivating his blade, he managed to catch the fighter off balance but was unable to deal the final blow as he was forced to disengage and leap away from the Djem So user in another attempt to lock him in a contest of strength.
The fast paced combat was given pause at that. The three jedi barely winded and unharmed while he was already wounded and breathing heavily. He couldn’t keep this up. Not for another 2 minutes…He needed to stall.
“Impressive….Your teamwork is commendable....”
The purple wielding djem so user stepped forward. Pulling the mask off his face to reveal light purple eyes.
“Finally a challenge! No one has ever been able to last more than a minute against my Djem So.”
Mau regarded the Irkens eyes for a moment, recognizing the lighter, sharper colours. So a descendent then. His mind got to work formulating a plan that would involve his application of Dun Moch.
“Yes...it is quite impressive...but it could be better....I assure you. I can feel your thirst for a challenge...to prove yourself. Join me and I promise you can make better use of your skills.”
Xos laughed at that as he replaced his mask and lowered into his stance.
“You? Make better use of my skills? Ha! Dead beings shouldn’t make promises!”
Sucking his teeth in his failed attempt, he gathered the force around him, allowing his grip on his already precarious balance to slip.
“So be it!”
Mau held out a hand, unleashing devastating force lightning that tore apart the ground on its way to the three. They, as planned, separated. This allowed Mau to go after who he perceived as the slowest. The Niman user.
Almost.
He unleashed his fastest flurry of attacks, catching the jedi off guard, nearly impaling him before he was once again forced to dodge..straight into the path of the purple eyed irken. Locking blades Mau grunted, struggling to match the faster and stronger attacks. He rolled out of the path of another attempt at a backstab, sprinting away from the direction of the open hangar, all three in pursuit. 1 minute..not enough… not enough!!
He spun around, unleashing another torrent of lightning that was blocked by the niman user, allowing the others to close the distance and press him into matching their fast pace exchanges. He could feel himself slowing..growing weaker..until finally he was too slow to recover, his stolen lightsaber falling away along with his hand.
He hissed, falling to his knees, the fight ending as the three irken jedi stood before him, their blades pointed at his throat.
“For the punishment of trespassing in Irken Space mandalorian darksider. Your execution. Final words?”
Shik drawled, his usage of the tradition of allowing the act of final words commendable...but foolish. 5 minutes had passed.
Mau’s shoulders shook in uncontainable mirth, the laughter escaping his throat in sheer jubilation, the use of the chaotic dark side making him slightly unhinged.
“Go ahead and strike me down Jedi...I will become more powerful than any of you could possibly imagine.”
Chys, quite annoyed at his saber being used to almost kill him stepped forward and decapitated the obviously insane mandalorian. Spitting dishonorably on the copse, he deactivated his blade and called his other one to him.
“Enough of that. Let's be done with it already. I can feel the presence of others within.”
Shik nodded, disagreeing with the disrespect delivered to a fellow force sensitive but understanding that they needed to finish their duty.
“Yes. Xos, return to the ship. We can handle untrained force sensitives.”
The purple eyed irken sent a withering glare from behind his goggles a Chys for stealing his kill. He deactivated his purple saber, clipping it to his belt and activating the auto pilot on the nearby ship.
“Whatever. Just hurry it up. I hate cold weather.”
XDXGX
Zim, Gaz and Dib ran full speed down the freezing, corridor that led from the hangar to the main lab and other rooms. The only sound being their footsteps and breathing that echoed off the walls in erie fashion.
“Shouldn’t we have tried to help him!”
Yelled Gaz wholly unhappy at leaving her new instructor to face down what seemed like certain death. She had been honestly frightened when Mau and Zim had sensed the powerful jedi following them out of hyperspace. Mau had actually looked worried. The most powerful being she knew having such a reaction spoke of doom.
She didn’t want to die..not while her father still ignored her very existence. Yet she was absolutely powerless to assist in any way. Dib, sharing somewhat similar feelings but for utterly different reasons added in.
“I agree! If he dies how are we gonna beat those jedi!?”
“Just shut your face holes and keep running we’re almost the-”
Zim stopped dead in his track along with the other two as they all felt the powerful presence of Mau they had gotten used to falter then disappear entirely. Mau was dead.
Zim seethed, his body shaking and the lights flickering from his loss of control.
“No no no! Flirk!”
Gaz paled and Dib frowned.
They were all dead.
Zim looked nearly ready to run back towards his death before Mau's last command steeled him.
Survive.
“We need to get to his lab. I’m sure he has weapons or an alternate way out of here.
”
Both siblings nodded and they walked at a brisk pace. Bending a corner they were greeted by a single door that hissed open, revealing a white room lined with a wall completely covered in lightsabers, a second door, a Supercomputer and a large tank the filled with a dark fluid that hid whatever was held within.
The trio stared in awe at the sheer amount of different lightsaber hilts that could only have come from the jedi Mau had defeated in the past.
Zim was the first to move. Rushing over to grab the nearest one and activate it. Bathing the dimly lit room in a spectacular yellow hue. He gave it a few experimental swings before deactivating it and holding it at his side. As cold realization set in.
They had no chance. There were no blasters or secret passages out. Why would Mau have a need for such things? A bitter taste filled his mouth at the thought of this cold planet being his tomb. He would die without having his revenge on the leaders who never appreciated his genius or everything he had sacrificed for the Empire.
Gaz and Dib both seemed to come to a similar conclusion as both were pale and staring at each other. Attempting to comfort each other through their fledgling connections. The silence that followed was morose as they stood awaiting their demise. The two powerful signatures knew exactly where they were. The trio shared a grim look, Zim tossed two random saber hilts to them watching as two beams of blue joined his yellow.
They wouldn’t go down without a fight.
The door opened and Zim was the first to charge yelling curses in Irken at the two masked figures wielding activated blades. The sound of glass shattering made him freeze up and squeeze his eyes shut, expecting to die a painful death. When a second passed, then two, then three, He opened his eyes to see everyone’s full attention on the single, bleeding hand that was protruding from a hole within the tank. Even through the dark liquid, every single person in the room could see the strangely patterned glowing eyes.
Aniline purple with two sulfuric yellow, concentric circles.
Chapter End.
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