Chapter 93

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Ali kept his eyes trained on the small, flickering interface hovering in front of him, waiting for any sign of mission details to appear. In the meantime, he forced himself to consume as many of the ration bars as he could manage, determined to stockpile energy in case he was separated from his supplies or had his food cut off entirely.

Once finished, he braced his hand against the cold metal bars of his cage, testing their resistance with a steady push. He increased the pressure, testing every inch of strength he could summon, but the bars didn't budge—not even a slight give. These cages were made to hold creatures with far greater strength than him.

He let go, exhaling a quiet sigh of resignation. 'Even if I manage to break out, I have no idea what's waiting out there… and I'm probably in the middle of deep space,' he mused grimly, feeling the weight of the situation settle over him.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a piercing, high-pitched beeping sound that echoed down the corridor—a sharp alarm ringing out three times in succession.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Five seconds of silence passed before the sound repeated. Ali had no idea what the alarm meant, but the reaction of the other slaves made it clear enough: they braced themselves, gripping the cage bars or pressing their backs to the walls.

A sense of dread spread through the room, and Ali quickly followed suit, dropping to the floor and steadying himself for whatever was coming.

Moments later, the entire room jolted violently, the sudden motion forcing Ali to grip the floor as the ship shook with powerful turbulence. The metal walls and ceiling rattled around them, the harsh vibrations reverberating through every surface as though the whole structure were ready to break apart. After several seconds, the shaking subsided, leaving only an unsettling silence.

Ali forced himself to remain seated, breathing quietly, waiting as his surroundings returned to their eerie stillness. Nothing happened. No more alarms, no voices, just silence. It was clear there was nothing more he could do but wait.

An hour crawled by before the silence was broken again, this time by the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching from down the corridor.

Ali's head shot up, his gaze narrowing as he saw a squadron of armoured troopers marching in unison toward the room. They wore the familiar white armour he'd glimpsed before, each holding a blaster rifle ready at their sides as they moved with practiced precision, their steps echoing in perfect rhythm.

"Move it. We don't have much time before we land on Korriban. Get them out and in line," barked the lead trooper, his voice filtered through the helmet's com-link, giving it an almost mechanical edge.

He motioned for the others to start unlocking cages, and they moved quickly, working their way down the row of slaves.

One by one, the cages creaked open, and each captive was pulled out and forced into a line. When a trooper finally reached Ali's cage, unlocking it with a metallic click, Ali moved to stand up, keeping his demeanour cautious and subdued.

As he ducked to step through the low door, he found himself towering over the shorter trooper, who looked up at him from behind his reflective visor.

Ali let himself stumble, collapsing to the floor in a feigned clumsy fall, his heavy frame catching the soldier off-guard.

"Hey, get up!" the trooper grunted, moving to grab Ali's arm. He tried to pull him upright, but the soldier was taken aback by Ali's weight and the surprising solidity of his arm.

"What's going on back there?" shouted the lead trooper, his voice sharp as he glanced impatiently down the line at the minor commotion.

"Nothing, sir!" the trooper near Ali responded, flustered as he finally released his grip and allowed Ali to stand up on his own.

The trooper's focus had been sufficiently distracted, leaving him oblivious to the small ration bag Ali left behind in the cage. Satisfied that his antics had served their purpose, Ali fell into line with the other captives, his face carefully neutral.

Once the group was assembled, the troopers led them out of the room and down the winding, metallic corridors of the ship. Ali took in his surroundings, noting every detail.

The cold, sterile air felt dense, carrying a strange, slightly pressurised sensation, something he remembered from his time in Demon Slayer's world. The ship's walls were sleek and grey, lined with intricate control panels that emitted faint, flashing lights.

He couldn't deny the awe that flickered within him at the design—so high-tech it felt like something out of a fiction, yet entirely real and tangible before him.

They marched forward, eventually entering a cavernous loading bay, a vast area dominated by a massive door at the far end. Ali glanced around, his eyes widening slightly at the sheer scale of the room.

It was hard to believe all of this was contained within a single vessel; the dimensions stretched so far it almost felt like stepping into a small city within the ship.

The lead trooper tapped a device on his shoulder, and with a low mechanical groan, the massive door began to slide open, the outside world's bright light flooding into the loading bay.

The brilliance of it was blinding, forcing the captives to squint and shield their eyes—except Ali, who forced himself to look straight ahead, ignoring the searing brightness.

'Incredible,' Ali thought, his gaze locking onto the sight before him.

The first thing he saw was the looming black towers, their dark forms rising like massive sentinels, carved into a jagged, rocky cliff. At their base stretched a desert of blood-red sand, rolling out beneath a dark, cloudy sky. The planet itself seemed to exude an oppressive energy, an ancient weight of malevolence that hung over everything like a shroud.

They were herded out of the ship and onto the hot sands of Korriban, the blazing heat hitting Ali's skin the moment he stepped out.

He looked back over his shoulder to see the gigantic starship they had emerged from, its metallic hull glinting in the sun. And there were more of them—several other ships just like theirs, all lined up along the expanse, each one releasing its own line of slaves.

'I'm getting a very bad feeling about this,' he thought, an uneasy tension settling in his chest. The troopers kept them moving across the sand until they reached an area where the captives were arranged into separate lines, each group placed according to their respective ships.

Ali's attention was drawn to a large metallic door built into the base of the mountain ahead, closed and imposing. His eyes narrowed, his curiosity intensifying as he watched it. Moments later, it slid open with a heavy, resonant creak, and his heart beat rose at the figures that emerged.

A group of Sith marched out from the entrance, their dark cloaks billowing behind them, casting long shadows over the sand.

Each figure carried a lightsaber at their hip, the unmistakable weapon gleaming ominously in the harsh sunlight. Among them, one figure stood out—clad in a sleek black suit instead of a cape, with a half-mask covering the lower part of his face.

His gait was powerful and purposeful, as if he'd rather be anywhere but here, yet his presence radiated a restrained menace that Ali recognise from one cold-blooded killer to another.

The Sith came to a halt in front of the captives, who looked on with fear, some shrinking back from the dark, silent figures before them.

One of the Sith, an alien with a striking blue complexion and piercing red eyes, took a step forward. His face was humanoid, but his features were sharp and angular, exuding an otherworldly intensity.

He surveyed the crowd with a predatory gaze before addressing them, his voice cold and commanding.

"Each group will follow one of us masters," he announced, his tone devoid of empathy.

"Each master will select a few of you to become their students. Follow orders properly, or your death will be slow and painful."

His voice darkened on the final words, leaving a chill in the air that made several of the captives visibly shudder.

Ali watched carefully, his own face impassive as he studied the Sith, assessing each one's demeanour and stance. 'These guys… I need to tread carefully around them. One wrong move, and they'll kill me on the spot,' he thought, already bracing himself mentally.

These weren't enemies he could manipulate easily—they were ruthless, trained in the dark arts of the Force, and radiated a malevolence that went beyond anything he'd faced before.

He watched as each Sith moved toward a different group, their eyes scanning the captives as if searching for something specific.

His gaze followed the Sith with the half-mask, who strode toward Ali's group with barely concealed impatience, his steps brisk and purposeful, as if he was performing a task far beneath him.

"Follow me," the masked Sith ordered, his voice deep and slightly distorted through the mask. Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked toward the mountain's base, his strides long and forceful, leaving the captives to scramble after him in confusion.

Ali moved with the group, his mind racing as he followed the Sith master's lead. They were approaching what appeared to be a solid wall of rock—a dead end by all appearances. Just as confusion began to ripple through the captives, the Sith master stopped, raising his hand toward the wall.

With a swift flick of his hand, a deep rumbling sound filled the air. The solid stone wall in front of them began to tremble, the vibrations resonating through the ground as if the very mountain itself were alive and responding to his command.

The captives froze, staring in a mixture of awe and terror as the enormous slab of rock slowly lifted, revealing a hidden passageway beyond.

The effort seemed effortless for the Sith, his raised hand steady and composed, his eyes fixed forward as though this display of raw power was trivial.

Ali felt a pang of dread settle in his chest as he watched. 'That type of power… I wouldn't stand a chance against someone like that. He could crush me with a single thought before I even got close,' he realised, gripping his hands tightly to keep his face impassive.

This world was filled with strength he had never encountered, and it was clear he would need to be careful, playing along for now and surviving until he finds his place around here.

The Sith lowered his hand, glancing back at the captives. His eyes gleamed with barely concealed impatience as he barked, "Get in."

One by one, the captives hurried into the passageway, each one casting a fearful glance at the Sith master before shuffling forward.

Ali fell in, he stepped through the narrow opening, feeling the cold air of the passageway wash over him as the rest of the group crowded inside.

As Ali passed through, the Sith master's hand lowered, and with a sudden, thunderous boom, the stone wall slammed shut behind them.

Dust and small rocks fell from above, and the only light now came from the faint glow of small, red lights embedded along the walls, casting long shadows that danced eerily in the dim space.

The air grew heavy, and the low hum of dark energy filled the silence, making the atmosphere almost suffocating.

The narrow passageway led them deeper into the mountain, its walls lined with ancient symbols carved into the stone. These markings seemed to pulse faintly, as if alive, radiating a subtle, ominous glow.

Ali couldn't decipher the language, but the harsh lines and jagged edges of each character spoke of anger, power, and a hunger for control.

Every step forward felt like descending deeper into something unholy, like walking into the heart of a dark ritual meant only for those who had long forsaken any light.

'This place…it's the graveyard for most of these slaves.' Ali thought, his senses alert to every sound, every shadow flickering against the rough stone walls.

He kept his eyes forward, but his attention was split, taking in the smallest details, absorbing any potential escape routes or places to hide. If he needed to, he'd make his move in a heartbeat, but for now, he would follow the flow of the crowd, avoiding any risk of standing out.

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