Dark Jedi Attack

Leading a group of Jedi to attack the Jedi High Council was the Dark Jedi Knight Xendor. He was as ferocious in his belief in the Dark side as he was skilled with a Lightsaber. With a number of followers at his back, he battled through the entrance of the Temple, taking out many Temple Guards and other Jedi along the way.

Simultaneously, from another front, Master Pall and his dark Jedi followers stormed the other sections of the Temple. Master Pall had managed to take out many Jedi but once more Knights came, he and his followers were starting to be pushed back.

Daimon had sent the Wardens to try and protect the younglings and try to get control of the situation before more people ended up dying. But due to their small number, they could only be in so many places at once and gradually found themselves overwhelmed.

The Jedi High Council had branded the Dark Jedi as an enemy of the Order and officially ordered all Jedi to defend the Temple and protect their own, while seizing or putting down any Dark Jedi they came across.

"Master Pall, those Warden Knights are intervening on the Jedi side and becoming a nuisance. Should we eliminate them too?" One of the Dark Jedi, a Human named Kenishe asked.

Pall paused, his eyes looking over the chaos before him. The conflicting energy of the Dark and Light side Force users could be felt by all Jedi throughout the Republic. There were uncertain lines, blurred alliances that hung in the balance. The Wardens of Unity were one such case, belonging to neither Faction fully, yet defending in favor of the Jedi.

"We'll deal with them, if necessary, Kenishe," Pall answered. "Our focus should remain on our primary objective." Kenishe nodded as he struck down a Knight who was running at him.

In another part of the Temple, Shrimee was defending a group of younglings from 4 Dark Jedi who came to take them away and corrupt them in the ways of the Dark side. She originally had 3 of the Temple Guards with her, but they were cut down by one of the lead Jedi whom she recognized as the former Jedi Knight Iko whom Daimon refused to train decades ago.

"Master Shrimee, is it?" Iko sneered. "I know you've been trained by Master Daimon, but his teachings can only take you so far. The power of the dark side is beyond anything you could fathom and far stronger than Daimon himself."

Shrimee tightened her grip on her green lightsaber, her calm demeanor was a front for what she was feeling. She stepped in front of the younglings, blocking the 4 Dark Jedi from getting to them. "Iko, you were once a Jedi. I remember the potential in you, the light that guided you. You don't have to do this." Unlike Daimon, she didn't see what Iko would become when she first met him.

Iko laughed coldly. "Spare me the lecture. Daimon may have turned his back on me, but the dark side has shown me the truth of this galaxy, strength is all that matters."

The three Dark Jedi behind Iko fanned out, encircling Shrimee and the younglings. Despite being outnumbered, Shrimee's confidence remained strong. She took a deep breath, centering herself in the Force. The younglings watched her, their fear palpable, but Shrimee's presence kept them calm.

"I won't let you harm them," she said firmly. "If you've truly embraced the dark side, then you know what it means to face a Jedi Master."

Without another word, Iko lunged forward, his blade striking with brutal precision. Shrimee parried, her movements fluid and precise, honed through years of relentless training. The clash of sabers illuminated the narrow corridor as the other Dark Jedi joined the fray.

Shrimee's mastery of Form III, Soresu, allowed her to deflect their attacks with ease, her green blade a blur of motion. She countered with swift strikes, forcing the Dark Jedi to retreat momentarily. However, Iko was relentless, his strength and aggression pushing her to her limits.

As the battle raged, Shrimee tapped into the lessons Daimon had taught her about balance. She allowed herself to feel the emotions coursing through her, fear for the younglings, anger at Iko's betrayal, but she did not let them control her. Instead, she channeled them into her connection with the Force, her movements becoming even more precise and deliberate.

Suddenly, Shrimee saw an opening. With a swift motion, she disarmed one of the Dark Jedi, destroying his lightsaber in the process. A powerful Force push sent him flying hard into one of the walls, knocking him unconscious. Two more Dark Jedi advanced, but Shrimee's focus never wavered. She dispatched one with a spinning strike, her blade cutting through his guard, and the other with a well-placed Force-enhanced kick, knocking the air out his lungs.

Now it was just her and Iko.

"You've grown stronger," Iko admitted, his breathing heavy. "But strength alone won't save you."

Shrimee's gaze hardened. "Neither will hatred."

The two clashed once again with Iko's strikes growing erratic, fueled by frustration and desperation. Shrimee remained calm and parried every strike that Iko sent.

Suddenly, Iko roared, throwing a Force-powered punch that Shrimee narrowly dodged. Iko then used the momentum and spun around, his saber cutting through the air towards her. Shrimee parried the attack as the blades clashed. She then sent a swift kick which sent Iko staggering back, allowing Shrimee to regain her footing.

Meanwhile, Daimon had already sensed that she was in trouble and was making his way across the Temple in his armor. He had killed several Dark Jedi already in his path without having to draw his lightsaber. Each attack was infused with a large portion of his power which was too much for your average Force User to handle.

Back to the fight between Iko and Shrimee, despite her training, Iko began to overpower her. The dark side amplified his strength and speed, and his attacks became wild and unpredictable. Shrimee struggled to keep up, her Form III defenses beginning to falter under the onslaught.

"You should've joined Daimon in his arrogance!" Iko shouted, his voice echoing with rage. "Now you'll die for his mistakes!"

Shrimee countered with a swift strike aimed at his exposed side, but Iko anticipated the move. He sidestepped and unleashed a Force Wave that sent her crashing into the wall. The impact left her dazed, but she forced herself to stand, her lightsaber trembling in her hand.

The younglings cowered behind her; their wide eyes filled with terror. Shrimee's resolve hardened as she pushed through the pain. "I won't let you win, Iko," she said, her voice steady despite the strain her body felt.

Iko smirked, his blue blade glowing brighter as he stepped closer. "You already have."

With a sudden burst of speed, Iko closed the distance, his blade arcing downward. Shrimee blocked the strike but was forced to one knee from the sheer force of the blow. Iko's next attack sliced her lightsaber in half, leaving her defenseless.

Breathing heavily, Shrimee raised her hand, using the Force to block his next strike, which was successful, until he delivered another to her stomach, sending her crashing into the wall once again.

"You fought well, Master Shrimee," he said mockingly. "But the dark side always triumphs over the light side, when wielded by those who know how to use it that is."

He lifted her up against the wall with the Force, then in one motion pulled her towards him and cut her in half with his lightsaber. Seeing their Master defeated by the Dark Jedi, the younglings were terrified and began to huddle together as Iko approached them with a crazy smile on his face.

But before he could take another step closer to the younglings, the room had felt extremely cold. Then out of nowhere, his body wouldn't move or more like, it didn't want to move another step.

That's when he heard the footsteps approaching behind him. He also finally felt an overwhelming presence of anger and hate. He felt fear for the first time since becoming a Jedi and he wanted to know the source of his fear. He turned slowly, his body forced to obey despite his hesitation.

Walking towards him was a towering figure wearing what he recognized as golden colored armor with a crack on his mask. The crack on the mask was not caused because of Daimon's previous fights with the other Dark Jedi, but because of his inability to make it in time. As soon as he felt Shrimee die, the amount of anger and hate he felt grew exponentially.

"Heh… Daimon," Iko said, forcing a smile on his face despite the dread he felt. "You're too late."

There were no words exchanged between the two as Daimon stood still, his imposing presence filling the corridor with an oppressive weight. His silence was deafening, more terrifying than any outburst could have been. Slowly, he raised his hand, and Iko's body was yanked forward by an invisible force, crashing to the floor in front of him.

Iko tried to scramble to his feet, but he found himself paralyzed, pinned by Daimon's will. His heart raced as he felt the air grow heavier, each breath he took was a struggle.

"You..." Daimon finally spoke, his voice low and cold, each word cutting through the air like a blade. "You killed her. You took her from me." His eyes, visible through the crack in his mask, burned with fury.

"She was weak," Iko spat, forcing a defiant tone despite his trembling body. "Like you once were. The dark side…"

Daimon didn't let him finish. With a flick of his wrist, Iko's mouth snapped shut, his jaw locked by the Force. "You don't speak," Daimon growled. "Not now. Not ever again."

With his other hand, Daimon extended his grip, and Iko screamed silently as his limbs were pulled in opposite directions. The bones in his arms and legs strained, the pain sharp and unbearable. Daimon's expression remained unmoved with a cold expressionless face.

"You wanted power. Strength. Let's see how strong you are when everything is taken from you."

Daimon clenched his fist, and a sickening crack echoed through the corridor as one of Iko's arms twisted unnaturally. The silent screams intensified as Daimon moved to the other arm, then his legs. Each movement was deliberate, designed to inflict the maximum amount of pain.

"You thought the dark side made you invincible," Daimon said, stepping closer. He removed his mask, revealing his red eyes consumed by rage. "But all it's done is make you pathetic."

Iko's body twitched as Daimon intensified his grip, the Force constricting around his throat. Daimon leaned down, his face inches from Iko's.

"You wanted to see what true power looks like?" he threatened. "You'll regret that wish."

Daimon raised his hand again, and Iko's body was lifted into the air. The pressure increased, and the sound of cracking ribs echoed in the room. Iko's eyes bulged as Daimon began to manipulate the Force directly within his body, his blood vessels bursting under the strain.

Finally, Daimon let Iko drop to the floor, his body broken and barely alive. Daimon crouched beside him, his voice low and filled with venom. "Your pain doesn't end here. You'll live long enough to feel the weight of everything you've done."

He placed a hand on Iko's chest, and a sudden surge of energy coursed through his body. Iko screamed as Daimon poured his grief and rage into him, which was too much for his mind to handle. When Daimon finally stood up, Iko lay motionless on the ground, his eyes wide and empty.

Daimon turned to the younglings, his expression softening as he extended a hand to them. "Come with me," he said gently. "You're safe now."

He was going to return the younglings back to the Temple and then have a nice 'private' conversation with the Jedi High Council.