“Not truly, no.” Sucal convulses, and a ghostly form of Kreia steps out of his body, causing him to collapse to his knees. “Meetra meant something to me once... on her, I saw the potential to finally achieve what I thought impossible; the death of the Force. But now I see she was always just a pawn like all the others, to easily slain. Now, I see the potential of another.”
“Hayden Twilight? Or is this about the child imbued with Vitiate’s spirit?”
“Both and neither. All that is required is a being of immense power. One, hopefully, stronger than this fool.” I indicate Sucal, who trembles next to me. “He has his uses though. His mind was a willing one, and his devotion to the cause rivaled mine. It was simple enough to make him my own. But, as with all tools, he is easily replaced.” I pace back towards him, and with another violent shutter, we become one again.
Reinvigorated, I rise to my feet, and my hands crackle with energy. “No... I will not fail you, Master.” I hold my hands out towards Satele. “I cannot!!”
I throw up my hands, creating a barrier in the Force. The energy that Sucal throws at me is immense, no doubt fueled by the near unlimited power of Traya. When his new surge of lightning connects with my outstretched hands, it creates a massive explosion of light and sound; the result of two masters of of the Force locking in combat.
I am in a speeder I borrowed from the Mandalorians, headed towards the Senate Tower, when suddenly the sky lights up with what look like fireworks. Even from so far away, I can see the pyrotechnical display of Force power, and I know immediately that Sucal is the cause. “Holy shit!”
