Buying Theron Time

~~~(POV: Nathan Opal)~~~

~~~(Outpost Deep Crystal, Ord Mantell)~~~

We step onto the elevator, and as Satele walks up to the console, I get a holo-call. I pull the holo-communicator off my belt and hold it in front of me. It turns on, and Theron appears. "I'm in position to move deeper into the base, but there are too many guards ahead. I need you guys to do what you're supposed to do." He doesn't need to say anymore.

Satele hears this and presses the button to go down to the bottom level. That's where the databanks we're after are located. "Don't worry, Theron. We'll make it easy for you to do your job. Just sit tight and wait for an opening." I turn off the holo-communicator as we descend, and Satele looks at me. She has a worried glint in her eyes.

I fold my arms and squint my eyes at her. She's having a hard time accepting that we can't have any survivors. It's against her Jedi Code. "I understand the gravity of the situation... But is it really necessary that we kill all of them?" We've already had this discussion, and I'm not entertaining it. I sigh and focus my attention on the objective.

The elevator reaches the bottom level, and we're met with soldiers armed to the teeth with weapons. "Surrender or di-!!" I lift my hand, and all of them are pinned to the ceiling and crushed. Sickening bone crunches can be heard, and desperate cries being silenced with them. Satele has to look away. We move past the fallen bodies and come to an intersection.

This is where we'll part ways, and I have to hammer home an important point. "Anyone you let live, Satele. I'll sense, and I'll kill them from where I am, and it'll be far more painful than death by a lightsaber." She lowers her head for a second and silently walks off in her direction. I turn towards mine and start walking down. I take my lightsaber off my belt too.

As I make my way down my path, I can sense that Satele is doing her part, and she's making it as painless as possible for the people she's against. I'm not going to be so merciful. These people are in league with the ones that murdered my parents. I turn a corner, and a group of soldiers sees me. They draw their weapons, and I activate my lightsaber.

They start firing, but I send all the bolts back to the people that shot them. My mastery of Djem-So and Shien is overwhelming them with their own blaster bolts. I throw out my free hand, and white Force Lightning shoots out and decimates anyone left standing. The bodies have either completely disintegrated or are burnt husks.

Alarms have been going off for a while now, but more and more activate as Satele, and I cause more trouble. "Well, well... Look who found out the truth... I told the leaders that you'd find the truth." A voice and man down the hall grab my attention, and it's a Sith surrounded by troopers. "Hey, I'm not going to fight you, I just wan-!!" They all lift off the ground, and I close my fist.

Crushing their bodies together, and blood splatters in all directions. I get a call from Theron as I continue my way down the halls of Outpost Deep Crystal. "I'm at the databank room, and I'm downloading everything on three datapads. One for you, one for Satele, and one for myself. Keep distracting them. It'll take a bit of time." He turns off the holo-communication as soon as he's done.

~~~(POV: Theron Shan)~~

~~~(Location: Outpost Deep Crystal, Ord Mantell)~~~

Having them do their part has made mine far easier, but I'm going to chalk this one up to me doing the heavy lifting. I literally went through shit to get in here, and neither of them was prepared to do that. But what's really gotten my attention is the data I'm getting. All the things that Nathan said are true. The Star Cabal is real, and they're very active.

This means that Republic and The Empire now have a great enemy that we didn't even know existed. One that's been controlling both sides for years, and it's a scary thought that they managed to do this. Controlling the Jedi and Sith is no easy feat and one that I don't ever see happening again. It makes me wonder how they did it? Years and years of work? Centuries maybe?