The Unfinished Battle : Gojo vs Plagueis

Gojo Satoru, who had been sitting calmly near the Locacaca tree, stood up with a casual stretch, a confident smile playing on his lips. The dark energy of the tree pulsed in sync with his aura, casting an eerie glow around him. He brushed a few leaves off his coat, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, where the real fight awaited.

"Let's go finish the job," Gojo muttered, his voice a mix of anticipation and amusement. "Time to fight that crazy Sith one more time."

With a flick of his wrist, Gojo activated his Limitless, and in an instant, space itself twisted around him. The fabric of reality folded, and Gojo vanished, teleporting away in a seamless, effortless motion that defied all conventional understanding.

Meanwhile, aboard the newly summoned Eclipse Star Destroyer—a colossal vessel brought into existence through the impossible power of Gojo's Hōgyoku—Darth Plagueis stood in the dimly lit command chamber, staring into the vast emptiness of the galaxy. He gripped the railing tightly, his thoughts churning with a mix of frustration and contempt.

"The dark side of the Force," Plagueis mused aloud, his voice heavy with disdain. "It reacted so strangely when Gojo died. As if some minuscule piece of balance was being restored, like a long-lost fragment of itself returning. But then, when that so-called Honored One re-emerged…" Plagueis spat the title, his disgust evident. "It's like the Force recoiled, bending to something that defies all natural order."

Plagueis's yellow eyes flickered as he tried to comprehend the nature of Gojo's transformation. "Immortality through death," he scoffed, his expression twisting in repulsion. "It should have been me who transcended, not this… this entity with those unnatural four-pupil eyes."

Plagueis sneered as his gaze swept over the Eclipse Star Destroyer, the sheer size and power of the vessel standing as a testament to Gojo's twisted mastery. He had heard the Hōgyoku from gojo , but witnessing its capabilities was another matter entirely.

"A wish-granting orb," Plagueis muttered, recalling the lore surrounding the Hōgyoku. "How could something so small hold such power? It's incomprehensible. An orb that bends reality itself, as if the galaxy were clay to be molded at its whim."

Plagueis remembered how the Star Destroyer had come into being, not through conventional means but because Gojo had simply thought of it while touching the Hōgyoku. To Plagueis, this was a power that mocked the very foundations of the dark side, something that no Sith alchemy or ancient secret could match.

He glanced disdainfully at Gojo's four-pupil eyes in his mind, symbols of an arrogance and defiance that Plagueis could hardly tolerate. Those eyes were not just an affront to the natural laws but a clear taunt at the Sith Lord's lifelong quest for true vision and understanding of the Force.

"He claims to be the Honored One," Plagueis growled under his breath, his resentment palpable. "But what honor is there in powers gained through bizarre twists of fate and death itself? His path is not one of mastery but of mockery."

Plagueis's thoughts darkened as he recalled the deal he had struck with Gojo. Gojo had taunted him, offering an almost impossible challenge: if Plagueis could land a single blow on him, Gojo would command the Hōgyoku to grant Plagueis the immortality he craved. The very notion of immortality granted by such a seemingly whimsical power was both tantalizing and infuriating to Plagueis.

"I need to land that blow," Plagueis thought, his mind racing with possibilities. He believed that with the right strategy, he could force Gojo's hand and finally claim the eternal life that had eluded him for so long. To Plagueis, the Hōgyoku was nothing more than a tool—an absurdly powerful one, but a tool nonetheless—and Gojo was the key to unlocking its full potential.

Plagueis sneered at the idea that some sorcerer with four eyes could wield such dominion over the Force and reality itself. He had spent his life mastering the dark arts, probing the deepest secrets of the Sith, and here was Gojo, an anomaly that seemed to mock everything Plagueis stood for.

But Plagueis was not one to back down from a challenge. With the Eclipse Star Destroyer under his command and the dark side of the Force at his disposal, he vowed to prove that true mastery and immortality belonged to the Sith. Gojo's twisted path through death was nothing but a bizarre aberration, and Plagueis would see it corrected—by any means necessary.

As Plagueis stood in the dimly lit command chamber, staring out into the vast emptiness of the galaxy, he reflected on the emergency powers that the dark side had granted him in this dire moment. The situation for the dark side and the legacy of the Sith was precarious, and the Force seemed to be reacting with desperation, granting him the abilities of ancient Sith Lords to confront this unprecedented threat.

Nihilus's Powers:

Force Drain: The ability to consume the essence of entire populations, feeding on the very life force and Force energy of others. It was a hunger that could leave entire worlds barren, fueling Plagueis with every entity he consumed.

Force Nihility: A technique that allowed Plagueis to cloak himself within a void, making him undetectable in the Force. It was as if he ceased to exist, giving him the element of surprise against Jedi and Sith alike.

Tenebrae/Valkorion's Powers:

Dark Side Alchemy: The ability to manipulate life and matter with the dark side, reshaping them according to his will. He could create monstrous beings, enhance his followers, and turn the battlefield to his advantage

Essence Transfer: A safeguard against death, allowing Plagueis to transfer his consciousness into another body if his own was destroyed, granting him a twisted form of immortality.

Duplicates : plagueis is able to use Sith Magic to generate physical duplicates of himself to assist him in combat, allowing him to attack his foes from multiple directions at once and confuse his foes by forcing them to deduce which among them is the real Vitiate.

Exar Kun's Powers:

Force Dominate: A mind control ability, enabling Plagueis to impose his will upon others, bending even the strongest minds to his command. It was a tool for turning enemies into allies and wielding control over life and death.

Force Sever: A devastating power that could cut off an enemy's connection to the Force, leaving them vulnerable and powerless—a weapon of pure dominance.

Force Blasts: Another Sith magical power. Exar Kun can cause a great amount of devastating energy attacks with the channeling of Sith magic and power through the Force, 

Plagueis also noted the seven clones prepared as a contingency, two of which were hidden aboard random Xyston-class Star Destroyers, their exact locations unknown even to him. The rest were scattered, their whereabouts a mystery, a precaution in the chaotic face-off against Gojo.

As Plagueis reviewed his new powers, he couldn't shake off the biting memory of Gojo's taunt—a taunt that echoed through his mind, eating away at his confidence.

"It's true," Gojo had mocked, his voice dripping with that insufferable arrogance. "The dark side of the Force is afraid of me. It's bending to your will now, granting you these powers out of fear because it knows it can't stop me. Everything you thought you understood about the dark side? It's all wrong. The moment someone like me was awakened, it started to cower."

Plagueis seethed, his grip tightening around the railing as he grappled with this unsettling revelation. Could it really be true? Could the dark side—the very power Plagueis had devoted his life to mastering—actually be afraid? Had it granted him these powers not from strength but from desperation?

"Gojo Satoru," Plagueis muttered, his voice filled with contempt. "That… aberration with his unnatural eyes. He dares to claim a position above the Force itself, a position that should have been mine. Immortality through death? It's a mockery of everything the Sith stand for."

Plagueis's frustration simmered as he recalled their deal: if he could land a single blow on Gojo, the so-called Honored One would grant him immortality through the Hōgyoku. It was an almost impossible challenge, yet Plagueis's ambition blinded him to the improbability. To Plagueis, the Hōgyoku was just another means to an end, a tool to be exploited.

"No," Plagueis whispered fiercely to himself, his resolve hardening. "I am the master of the dark side. I will prove that the true legacy of the Sith is unbroken. Gojo's presence is an anomaly, a challenge that I will meet head-on. This is not the end of the Sith—it is the dawn of a new reign."

With the Eclipse Star Destroyer under his command and the dark powers at his fingertips, Plagueis was ready to confront Gojo once more, determined to reclaim his rightful place as the true master of the dark side. He would show Gojo and the galaxy that it was the Sith, not some so-called Honored One, who wielded the ultimate power.

As Plagueis stood aboard the Eclipse Star Destroyer, brimming with dark determination to confront Gojo and reclaim his rightful place as the true master of the dark side, he felt an overwhelming surge of power flood through him. The dark side of the Force, sensing the dire situation and the threat Gojo posed, granted Plagueis one final, devastating ability: Force Storm, the cataclysmic technique once wielded by the ancient Sith Lord Exar Kun.

Force Storm Exar Kun's Version ( it's actually Sidious version in future but darkside of the force bluff it ):

Cataclysmic Energy Vortex: Force Storm allows Plagueis to summon an enormous vortex of dark side energy, creating a storm that can span miles across. This whirlwind of malevolent power obliterates everything in its path, consuming ships, cities, and landscapes in a swirling torrent of chaos and destruction. The storm's reach is so vast that it can decimate entire fleets in space or flatten cities on a planetary surface, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake.

Destructive Dark Lightning: Within the heart of the Force Storm, bolts of dark side lightning strike with unparalleled fury. These chaotic bursts of energy can pierce through shields, tear apart armor, and disintegrate flesh and metal alike. The lightning crackles violently within the storm, acting as both a devastating weapon and an unpredictable force of nature, ensuring that nothing caught within its grasp can survive.

Space-Warping Winds: The Force Storm doesn't just destroy—it warps the very fabric of Space around it. The vortex creates a zone of utter devastation where the laws of physics bend under the storm's influence, twisting and tearing apart anything caught within. Matter disintegrates, energy is absorbed and redirected, and entire sections of reality are destabilized, making the storm a weapon that transcends conventional combat.

Unstoppable Momentum: Once unleashed, the Force Storm moves with a life of its own, guided by Plagueis's will but fueled by the dark side's insatiable hunger for destruction. It cannot be easily dispelled or controlled by anyone else, making it a true embodiment of the dark side's untamed power.

As the dark energies of the Force Storm surged through him, Plagueis felt an almost overwhelming gratitude towards the dark side. It had answered his call, granting him the means to confront Gojo with a power so absolute that it could erase his foe from existence.

"This is it," Plagueis thought, clenching his fists as the storm's energy crackled around him. "The dark side has not abandoned me—it has empowered me, given me everything I need to land that crucial blow on Gojo. I am the true master of the dark side, and I will prove it."

Plagueis's eyes blazed with a renewed determination as he steeled himself for the inevitable clash. He was no longer just a Sith Lord grasping for power; he was the embodiment of the dark side's fury, armed with a weapon of pure destruction. The Force had granted him a second chance, and Plagueis was resolved to use it to ensure that he, not Gojo, would stand as the undisputed ruler of the galaxy's dark legacy.

Suddenly, Plagueis saw Gojo again, emerging from a gateway portal he created—a shimmering rift in space that announced his arrival. Gojo appeared at a distance of 2 kilometers, the same gap that once gave Plagueis the opportunity to kill him. Seizing the moment, Plagueis quickly activated his comms, shouting through the holo-communicator.

"All 8 Xyston-class Star Destroyers and 14 Lucrehulk battleships, fire on Gojo Sator—"

Before Plagueis could even finish his command, Gojo raised his left hand, revealing a real, living eye embedded in his palm—two yellow pupils glowing ominously, a manifestation of the Soul King's left hand, Pernida. The sight was nightmarish, the eye itself a symbol of an ancient, untamed power that radiated a chilling and malignant energy.

Without hesitation, Gojo declared, "  Maximum Reversal Technique: Crimson."

A blinding light erupted from Gojo's hand, an overwhelming crimson brilliance that far surpassed the devastating force of his Reversal: Red. It was as if a miniature sun had burst into existence, flooding the void with an intense, searing radiance that burned with the fury of countless stars. The light was not just blinding; it was consuming, devouring everything in its path with an unparalleled ferocity that defied comprehension. It was a cataclysmic surge of energy that made the surrounding space ripple and distort.

Plagueis, who had braced himself for Gojo's attack, was stunned by the sight. The sheer magnitude of Crimson's power left him momentarily speechless, a wave of dread washing over him. The combined firepower of the Star Destroyers and Lucrehulks seemed inconsequential in the face of such raw, destructive force.

The dark side storm within him faltered, just for a moment, as he watched the crimson light expand, its reach threatening to obliterate anything it touched. Plagueis's mind raced as he grappled with a growing doubt that crept into his resolve.

"Can I really land a blow against this guy?" Plagueis thought, a sliver of fear piercing his confidence. As the blinding light continued to swell, Plagueis found himself questioning everything he had prepared for this battle. He had staked everything on his newfound powers, but standing against Gojo, the Honored One, seemed like facing an unstoppable force of nature.

Meanwhile, in the Theed Palace's royal chamber, Padmé Amidala stood, her eyes locked onto an ethereal screen displaying the unfolding chaos in space. Her face was a mask of worry as she watched Gojo confront the massive fleet alone. She turned to the others gathered in the chamber—Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Suzunami, Reika, Yukinami, Anakin, Shmi, Sabé, and Captain Panaka—all of whom shared her concern.

"We need to go to space and rescue him," Padmé declared, her voice resolute but tinged with fear. "Even though Gojo is the Honored One, he's outnumbered and exhausted. I believe that's why he's engaging in this back-and-forth with the Sith Lord—he's buying time because he's already pushed to his limits. I intend to order all available Naboo forces to assist him. He's saved us before, sacrificing so much to protect Naboo by creating the planetary shield. It's time we repay that debt."

Though the conversation on the ethereal screen was muted, and she could only speculate about Gojo's state, Padmé's conviction was clear. She looked around the room, seeing nods of agreement from everyone.

Qui-Gon stepped forward, his expression somber. "Padmé is right. Gojo has done more than enough for us. We can't leave him to face this alone."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement. "We owe him our lives. If we can provide any support, we must."

Anakin, fists clenched, looked determined. "We can't let him fight this battle by himself. He's saved us all. I'll fly whatever ship I need to get up there."

Shmi placed a calming hand on Anakin's shoulder but nodded in solidarity. "He deserves our help, Anakin. We owe him that much."

Suzunami and Reika exchanged glances before Reika spoke up. "Gojo is our sensei, and he's fighting for all of us. We have to do whatever we can."

Captain Panaka, ever the strategist, added, "We'll mobilize every available asset. We'll coordinate with the Royal Navy and—"

Before he could finish, a familiar presence materialized in the room, startling everyone. Wonder of U appeared, standing in the middle of the royal chamber with an air of eerie calm.

"No one goes to space or anywhere," Wonder of U intoned, its voice echoing with a haunting finality. "Neither Gojo nor that unknown Sith needs any of you interfering"

Before anyone could respond, a blinding crimson explosion erupted in space above Naboo, casting a red glow that bathed the palace in an otherworldly light. The shockwave from the blast sent a tremor through the palace walls, causing everyone to brace themselves. As the light faded, a familiar, maniacal laughter echoed across the skies, reaching the ears of everyone in the galaxy.

A chilling, manic laughter echoed throughout the chamber, unmistakably belonging to Gojo. "KUHUHUHU... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The sound reverberated, reaching not just the palace but echoing across the galaxy.

The laughter was followed by Gojo's voice, a recording broadcast through every corner of the galaxy, including Naboo:

"If you manage to land even a single blow on me, I will give you the immortality that you desire. And of course, you're free to run away if that's what you decide. I won't stop you."

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the ultimatum.

"But know this," Gojo continued, his tone growing colder, more ominous, "if I manage to kill you here, all of the dark side influence in this galaxy will be reduced by 30 percent. And, naturally, I'll gain every ability and piece of knowledge you possess."

The declaration sent a collective shiver down the spines of everyone present in the chamber. Padmé's hand flew to her mouth in shock, her mind racing as she processed the magnitude of Gojo's challenge. She had speculated that Gojo was exhausted, but this—this was a high-stakes gambit, the likes of which no one could have anticipated.

Wonder of U remained unfazed, its expression unchanging despite the chaos unfolding. "As I said," it reiterated calmly, "no one goes to space. This confrontation is beyond all of you. It's a battle of titans, of forces that transcend your comprehension."

Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and the others exchanged uneasy glances. Anakin clenched his fists tighter, his resolve wavering but still fierce. Shmi watched her son with concern, torn between wanting to protect him and understanding his drive to help.

"Gojo… what are you planning?" Padmé whispered, her voice trembling as she watched the screen, the crimson light from Gojo's attack still burning in her vision. The challenge he had issued was a declaration of war on the very essence of the dark side, a confrontation that would either shift the balance of power in the galaxy or cement the Sith's influence further.

Reika and Yukinami exchanged uneasy glances, their faces reflecting a mix of fear and concern. As Gojo's manic laughter echoed throughout the chamber, Reika felt a chill run down her spine. She had never heard her sensei laugh like that—so wild, so unrestrained. It wasn't the usual confident, playful Gojo they knew; it was something darker, almost desperate.

Reika's voice wavered as she turned to Yukinami. "Yukinami, why is Sensei laughing like that? I've never seen him this way. Is he… is he okay?"

Yukinami, who had known Gojo longer and understood him in ways that others didn't, tried to maintain her composure, though worry clouded her eyes. She bit her lip, watching the screen intently. "I don't know, Reika. He's stressed, I can feel it. Sensei always laughs when he's under pressure, but this… this is different. It feels like he's pushed to his limits."

Reika clutched Yukinami's hand, her own anxiety evident as she tried to process the situation. "It's like he's fighting alone, and he's… he's not himself. He's usually in control, but now…"

Yukinami nodded, squeezing Reika's hand in return. "Sensei's always fought for everyone, always stayed one step ahead. But seeing him like this, it's… it's scary. He's never shown this side before."

The two of them watched in silence, their concern growing with every second. Reika couldn't help but worry that Sensei's defiance and bold gambit might come at a cost they weren't prepared to pay. She had always admired his strength, but now, seeing him pushed to the brink, her admiration was tinged with fear.

The others in the room shared their apprehension, the tension thick as they observed the battle unfolding on the screen. The stakes were impossibly high, with the fate of the galaxy hanging precariously on the outcome of this confrontation.

The screen flickered as the images of the battle resumed, displaying the tense standoff between Gojo and Plagueis. The stakes were unmistakable: immortality for Plagueis, or the eradication of the dark side's influence over the galaxy. Padmé, along with the others in the royal chamber, watched helplessly, their hearts pounding as they hoped that Gojo's audacious gamble wouldn't end in disaster.

Back in the depths of space, the bridge of the new Eclipse Star Destroyer was in ruins, completely obliterated by the devastating force of Gojo's Maximum Technique: Crimson. Plagueis, caught off guard by the blast, was violently hurled into the vacuum of space. He floated aimlessly, momentarily disoriented, his mind racing to comprehend the overwhelming display of power he had just witnessed.

Gojo's voice echoed through the void, dripping with mockery. "Is that all you've got, sith ? The so-called master of the dark side, reduced to this?"

Plagueis growled, struggling to regain his composure. "Not yet!" he spat defiantly, rallying his remaining strength. But before he could muster a counterattack, a searing pain shot through his body. One of his arms was abruptly torn off, the wound gushing with dark essence as it drifted into the abyss.

Gojo appeared in an instant, his expression a mixture of contempt and amusement. He pinned Plagueis's face against the outer hull of the Eclipse Star Destroyer, the Sith Lord's helmet cracking under the relentless pressure. Plagueis struggled, but Gojo's grip was unyielding, and his immense strength made resistance futile.

Without warning, Gojo began to run at blinding speed, dragging Plagueis's face along the jagged exterior of the Star Destroyer. The metal groaned and sparked as Plagueis's head scraped against it, shredding his mask and tearing into his flesh. Sparks flew as the sheer velocity of Gojo's movement caused the surface of the ship to ignite with friction, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

Plagueis roared in agony, his voice distorted and garbled by the violent onslaught. His once imposing presence was reduced to a blur of pain and humiliation, the dark side's fury unable to shield him from the relentless assault.

Gojo's laughter echoed through the void, cold and merciless. "Is this the power of the dark side you're so proud of, Plagueis? You're nothing but a shadow clinging to a dream of immortality."

Suddenly, Plagueis unleashed the most powerful Force lightning he could muster, a storm of crackling energy that erupted with blinding intensity. The bolts arced through space, seeking to engulf Gojo in a furious cascade of destructive power. But Gojo was faster. With a swift motion, he dodged the attack, teleporting inside the Eclipse Star Destroyer in a flash of blue light.

He appeared in one of the grand corridors, his steps echoing with a sense of ownership and confidence, as if he were walking through his own domain. The metallic walls and flickering lights barely registered in his mind; to Gojo, this place was already conquered. As he casually strolled down the corridor, Gojo's thoughts simmered with amusement.

"So, he wants to jump scare me, huh?" Gojo mused to himself, a smirk tugging at his lips. He could sense the twisted anticipation radiating from Plagueis, the Sith Lord lurking somewhere nearby, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

In a sudden burst of movement, Gojo leaped into the air just as Plagueis emerged from the shadows, unleashing a volley of Force lightning combined with blaster fire from automated turrets hidden in the walls. The attack was a calculated ambush, but Plagueis's aim was off by a hair's breadth, and the crackling energy seared past Gojo, scorching the walls behind him. The blaster fire missed its mark, sizzling into the metallic floor.

Before Plagueis could adjust his aim, Gojo was upon him, his fist connecting with a force that shook the entire deck. The impact was so powerful that Plagueis was sent hurtling through the air like a ragdoll, crashing violently into the bridge area of a nearby Xyston-class Star Destroyer. The Sith Lord's armored form smashed through bulkheads and consoles, the structure of the ship groaning under the strain of his uncontrolled flight.

Plagueis slammed against the bridge, shattering the reinforced glass with his body, sparks flying in every direction. The once formidable Sith was left sprawled among the wreckage, his mind reeling from the sheer ferocity of Gojo's strike. The pain was overwhelming, and for a moment, all Plagueis could see was a blur of lights and darkness swirling around him.

As Plagueis struggled to regain his footing, his vision still blurred from the impact of Gojo's devastating punch, he found himself disoriented. The entire ship felt like it was spinning, the once rigid floor now a chaotic mess beneath him. His senses were in disarray, but before he could fully recover, Gojo was already on him.

With the speed and precision of a predator, Gojo delivered a powerful kick, catching Plagueis square in the chest. The force of the blow sent the Sith Lord crashing down through multiple decks, tearing through metal and cables until he was brutally embedded in the hangar area of the Xyston-class Star Destroyer. The ship's structure groaned under the strain, smoke and sparks erupting from ruptured conduits as Plagueis was buried amidst the twisted wreckage.

Back on the command bridge of the Xyston-class Star Destroyer, a Sith officer watched the spectacle unfold on the screen, his expression a mix of disbelief and shock. He had witnessed countless battles, but this was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Turning to his fellow officers, he muttered, "Our leader… he got punched from the Eclipse Star Destroyer all the way to this Xyston-class. Is this the power of the Honored One?"

The murmurs of astonishment echoed through the bridge as the officers struggled to comprehend the overwhelming force Gojo wielded. To see their master, the formidable Darth Plagueis, tossed around like a mere puppet, was a sight that shook their confidence to its core. The Honored One's power was far beyond anything they had prepared for; it was as if the dark side's fury itself was being mocked by a higher existence.

In the hangar, Plagueis lay amidst the debris, gasping for breath. Pain radiated from his battered body, the remnants of his armor scorched and broken. His mind raced, replaying the moments of their clash, the sheer speed and strength of Gojo's assault seared into his consciousness.

Plagueis muttered to himself, his voice ragged and filled with disbelief. "I knew he was stronger than me. I knew he was better than me at everything. But… I never expected it to be like this."

Instinct urged Plagueis to retreat, to regroup and strategize, but his pride and the tantalizing promise of immortality kept him tethered to the fight. He had envisioned many outcomes, but never one where he, a master of the dark side, would be so utterly overpowered. The realization dawned on him that Gojo Satoru wasn't just an adversary; he was a force of nature, an embodiment of power that transcended the dark side's understanding.

Rising with a defiant snarl, Plagueis shouted, his voice echoing through the hangar. "I just need one blow! One blow on this dishonored one!" His disdain for the title Gojo carried was evident, his pride refusing to acknowledge him as the Honored One. Plagueis's resolve hardened, driven by the belief that if he could just land that single hit, he could turn the tide.

Suddenly, a mocking voice crackled through the intercom of the ship, filling every corner of the shattered hangar. Gojo's voice was unmistakable, dripping with taunting amusement.

"YESSS, ONE FUCKING BLOW ON THIS CRAZY EYES, HUH? CAN YOU DO THAT? HUH?"

Gojo's taunts resonated through the intercom, each word punctuated by a chilling confidence that made Plagueis's blood boil. Back on the command bridge, Gojo stood amidst the shattered remains of control panels and glass, his presence dominating the room. As he finished his statement, he calmly destroyed the communicator that connected to the intercom, cutting off Plagueis's connection to the rest of the ship.

Gojo's eyes gleamed with a sadistic joy as he began his incantation, "Phase, Paramita, Pillar of Light." His four-pupil Rikugan flared with an intense blue, casting an otherworldly glow that filled the command bridge. The sheer power radiating from his eyes made the air hum with energy, and everyone present felt the overwhelming pressure of his presence.

Panic rippled through the bridge. The Sith officers, who had watched their leader get decimated, were now faced with a terrifying realization: they were trapped with a being far beyond their comprehension.

One of the Sith officers, his voice edged with terror, shouted, "Abandon ship! Get to the escape pods, now!"

Chaos erupted as the bridge crew scrambled, desperate to escape the impending doom that Gojo represented. The eerie blue light from Gojo's eyes continued to intensify, reflecting off the shattered glass and sparking electronics, creating an atmosphere of pure dread.

Plagueis, hearing the frantic orders over the intercom before it went dead, felt the weight of Gojo's challenge pressing down on him. The mocking echoes of Gojo's taunts fueled his anger as he staggered forward. Summoning all his strength, Plagueis called upon the dark side, shaping his Force lightning into a massive sea of crackling energy, an ocean of power directed toward Gojo at the bridge.

Gojo, sensing the impending attack, started to chant, "Curse Reversal—" but halted mid-sentence, an amused expression crossing his face. "Hooo," he mused, watching the sea of lightning with a keen interest. In a swift, fluid motion, Gojo leaped from the bridge to the outer hull of the Xyston-class Star Destroyer, narrowly avoiding the electrifying deluge.

He stood in the void of space, seemingly unaffected by the lack of atmosphere, casually rubbing his chin as he observed the spectacle. Gojo watched Plagueis, who now rode his sea of lightning like a deity commanding the storm, his form illuminated by the blinding flashes of power.

"Like a god of lightning," Gojo thought, entertained by the dramatic display before him. Plagueis, his eyes burning with determination and fury, directed the massive sea of lightning toward Gojo, intent on obliterating him in a single, overwhelming strike.

But as the lightning surged forward, it dissipated before it could even touch Gojo. The immense spiritual pressure radiating from him was so great that the deadly arcs of energy unraveled into nothingness, fizzling out like harmless sparks against a wall of pure, unyielding force

Plagueis refused to yield, his pride and desperation driving him to summon an even greater surge of lightning. The sea of crackling energy expanded, swirling around him with a furious intensity as he sought to overpower Gojo through sheer force of will. However, before Plagueis could converge the lightning into a final, decisive strike, Gojo had already closed the distance.

In the blink of an eye, Gojo appeared before Plagueis, his expression calm and taunting, as if the battle were nothing more than a game. In his hand, he casually flipped an ancient and worn-out katana, its blade severely scorched by fire. The katana radiated an ominous heat, wisps of smoke trailing off its edge—Gojo's Bankai: Zanka no Tachi, a weapon that carried the destructive power of the sun itself.

Plagueis's eyes widened in shock and fear. The sheer presence of the blade exuded an apocalyptic heat that distorted the very fabric of space around it. Gojo's grip on the katana was light, almost playful, as if he were toying with an insignificant trinket rather than holding one of the most devastating weapons imaginable.

Gojo smirked, his gaze locked onto Plagueis. "Gotta switch to your nearby clones now," he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. He swung the blade effortlessly, the motion fluid and precise, as if savoring every second of Plagueis's futile struggle.

Plagueis began to mutter under his breath, panic creeping into his voice as he realized the peril he was in. "He knows—"

But before Plagueis could finish his thought, Gojo's katana touched the ground. The instant the blade made contact, the universe seemed to hold its breath. Then, a cataclysmic explosion erupted from the point of contact, as if the sun itself had been unleashed upon the ship. A blinding flash of fiery light engulfed the entire area, radiating out in a massive wave of incinerating heat and energy.

The explosion of Bankai: Zanka no Tachi was an apocalyptic inferno, a sun-like blast that consumed everything in its vicinity. The sheer heat and intensity reduced the hull of the Xyston-class Star Destroyer to molten slag within moments. Metal warped and bubbled, superheated to the point of vaporizing instantly. The surrounding space warped under the incredible heat, distorting light and creating a hellish mirage of searing flames and radiant energy.

The firestorm tore through the structure, obliterating everything it touched, disintegrating armor, equipment, and any trace of life within seconds. It was as if a star had been born within the ship, burning with a heat so intense that it turned even the void of space into a blazing furnace.

Plagueis was caught in the maelstrom, his form consumed by the blinding heat. His scream was lost amidst the roaring flames, his figure reduced to a silhouette before it was erased entirely. The Sith Lord's final defiance, his desperate attempt to survive, was smothered by the relentless power of Gojo's Bankai.

The explosion's shockwave rippled outward, sending shockwaves through the fleet and leaving a gaping, charred hole where part of the Star Destroyer once was. The terrifying display of power was a stark reminder of Gojo's dominance—a force that even the might of the dark side and the greatest Sith Lord could not withstand.

As the light from the cataclysmic explosion of Zanka no Tachi faded, Gojo stood amidst the charred remnants of the Xyston-class Star Destroyer. His expression was one of amusement and cold resolve, his gaze sweeping over the decimated wreckage. The once-mighty vessel was now a floating ruin, a testament to the overwhelming power that Gojo wielded with casual ease.

"Hoo," Gojo mused aloud, his tone filled with a mocking curiosity. "So, the nearby Xyston-class Star Destroyer has at least two clones ready and waiting. And look at that—the clones take on the forms of previous Sith Lords." His eyes narrowed as he observed the essence of Plagueis drifting, seeking its new vessel.

Gojo's grin widened as he recognized the familiar shape that was emerging. "In this case, Plagueis is transferring into the clone of Darth Bane, huh? The dark side of the Force really is desperate, throwing every trick it can muster. It's almost as if the dark side itself is scrambling, trying to find a foothold even Plagueis doesn't know about. Not bad… not bad at all."

Gojo's taunts lingered in the void of space, echoing against the remnants of the once-imposing ship. He casually floated in the vacuum, unbothered by the absence of atmosphere or the silence that enveloped him. The vastness of space seemed to bend around him, the glow of his four-pupil Rikugan casting an ethereal blue light that flickered ominously against the cold backdrop of the stars.

With a nonchalant motion, Gojo settled himself into a seated position, floating effortlessly as he awaited Plagueis's essence to complete its journey. He crossed his legs, resting his chin on his hand as if waiting for an old friend. There was no rush, no urgency—only the calm assurance of someone who knew the game was already won.

Gojo's eyes remained fixed on the distant Xyston-class Star Destroyer, where he could sense the dark side's machinations at play, frantically working to revive its fallen champion. The irony wasn't lost on him; the Sith, who prided themselves on mastery and control, were now at the mercy of their own dark powers, scrambling to patch together a semblance of resistance against the Honored One.

"Take your time, Plagueis," Gojo said quietly to himself, his voice a soft hum that carried an edge of menace. "I've got all day. Let's see just how many tricks the dark side has left… before I burn them all away."

Gojo's presence was a still and unwavering beacon amidst the vast expanse, his form silhouetted against the drifting wreckage of the Star Destroyer.