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The last soldier went down with his torso cut from shoulder to the pelvis. Tar'ja looked around the battlefield. The rebels were cut down everywhere. The Jedi were the last to fall, but even they were killed and slaughtered in the end.
A Sith Master came up to her side. Tar'ja instinctively lowered her face.
- You did well, Tar'ja. Who would have guessed.
- Thank you, Master Nalessh. I did what I thought was best for the Sith.
- And you weren't wrong, - the evil grin spread over the face of Pureblood Sith.
With that her Master turned and walked away. Tar'ja scanned the battlefield around her. Everywhere as far as her eyes could see lay bodies of fallen enemies. Jedi, rebels, soldiers, even mandos. Men, women, children. Beheaded corpses, bodies ripped to shreds with the Force, dismembered cadavers, torn out limbs.
And blood. Blood so thick that her boots stuck to the ground. It almost reached her ankles. And it smelled of death. The smell was so strong that some soldiers were throwing up right onto the corpses of fallen foes. But not Tar'ja.
She stood proudly among the bloodbath and enjoyed the feeling of domination. One day she will be first among the Sith. One day, she will surpass even the Empress.
Giving Kai to the Sith Arcanists was a small price to pay for her elevation.
"No."
The world shivered. Tar'ja looked down. She was standing on top of the mountain. Mountain made of human heads. And not only human. All kinds of races. The heads were freshly cut off, they were still bleeding, the faces frozen in the expressions of agony and terror. And right between her feet lay a head of the Jedi Knight.
"No!"
The face of the fallen Knight was a blur. And so were the others. All the faces melted, turning into a faceless masks of the mannequins. Faceless, but still silently screaming in pain and fear.
Tar'ja took a step back. The heads under her feet rolled, the whole mountain shaking. Her foot dropped between the featureless faces. Tar'ja tried to pull it out, but it stuck. And she was sinking. The heads rolled down the giant pile, the mountain trembling. Tar'ja tried to pull herself free, to get out of it, but anything she grabbed gave way and rolled, giving her no solid ground. She sank until only her own face was left sticking out of the large pile of bleeding and deformed heads. And right in front of her face was another. It was a face she knew and knew well. A face she betrayed and gave over to the Masters of Torture. Kai Sera. She turned away, not bearing to look at him. But the face to her left was Kai's. And to the right. Tar'ja felt a lump in her throat. She was surrounded by faces of Kai.
"NO!"
The blood ran over her. His blood. She looked at her hands, covered in bright red blood of the Jedi. The only Jedi she ever knew. And the only person she could call a friend. She screamed.
Looking up from her hands she looked at Kai. He was standing on his knees just few steps from her. His face was a frozen mask.
- Kill him. Kill him and you will become more powerful that you could imagine.
Tar'ja felt the hot breath of Pureblood Sith on her neck. She could smell the presence of hundreds of Sith around her. They loomed there, like shadows on the edge of her sight. And all she needed to do was take her weapon and cut the Jedi down. One swing and she will be one of them.
"NO!!"
With a scream she thrust her weapon against her chest. The blade sprang to life and pierced her heart.
Tar'ja fell out the nightmare panting. The glow grew nearer, maybe no more then twenty steps away. But the shadows were still dancing around her, her feet heavy and numb. But there was no turning back now.
Forcing herself, she took another step.
A Sith Master came up to her side. Tar'ja instinctively lowered her face.
- You did well, Tar'ja. Who would have guessed.
- Thank you, Master Nalessh. I did what I thought was best for the Sith.
- And you weren't wrong, - the evil grin spread over the face of Pureblood Sith.
With that her Master turned and walked away. Tar'ja scanned the battlefield around her. Everywhere as far as her eyes could see lay bodies of fallen enemies. Jedi, rebels, soldiers, even mandos. Men, women, children. Beheaded corpses, bodies ripped to shreds with the Force, dismembered cadavers, torn out limbs.
And blood. Blood so thick that her boots stuck to the ground. It almost reached her ankles. And it smelled of death. The smell was so strong that some soldiers were throwing up right onto the corpses of fallen foes. But not Tar'ja.
She stood proudly among the bloodbath and enjoyed the feeling of domination. One day she will be first among the Sith. One day, she will surpass even the Empress.
Giving Kai to the Sith Arcanists was a small price to pay for her elevation.
"No."
The world shivered. Tar'ja looked down. She was standing on top of the mountain. Mountain made of human heads. And not only human. All kinds of races. The heads were freshly cut off, they were still bleeding, the faces frozen in the expressions of agony and terror. And right between her feet lay a head of the Jedi Knight.
"No!"
The face of the fallen Knight was a blur. And so were the others. All the faces melted, turning into a faceless masks of the mannequins. Faceless, but still silently screaming in pain and fear.
Tar'ja took a step back. The heads under her feet rolled, the whole mountain shaking. Her foot dropped between the featureless faces. Tar'ja tried to pull it out, but it stuck. And she was sinking. The heads rolled down the giant pile, the mountain trembling. Tar'ja tried to pull herself free, to get out of it, but anything she grabbed gave way and rolled, giving her no solid ground. She sank until only her own face was left sticking out of the large pile of bleeding and deformed heads. And right in front of her face was another. It was a face she knew and knew well. A face she betrayed and gave over to the Masters of Torture. Kai Sera. She turned away, not bearing to look at him. But the face to her left was Kai's. And to the right. Tar'ja felt a lump in her throat. She was surrounded by faces of Kai.
"NO!"
The blood ran over her. His blood. She looked at her hands, covered in bright red blood of the Jedi. The only Jedi she ever knew. And the only person she could call a friend. She screamed.
Looking up from her hands she looked at Kai. He was standing on his knees just few steps from her. His face was a frozen mask.
- Kill him. Kill him and you will become more powerful that you could imagine.
Tar'ja felt the hot breath of Pureblood Sith on her neck. She could smell the presence of hundreds of Sith around her. They loomed there, like shadows on the edge of her sight. And all she needed to do was take her weapon and cut the Jedi down. One swing and she will be one of them.
"NO!!"
With a scream she thrust her weapon against her chest. The blade sprang to life and pierced her heart.
Tar'ja fell out the nightmare panting. The glow grew nearer, maybe no more then twenty steps away. But the shadows were still dancing around her, her feet heavy and numb. But there was no turning back now.
Forcing herself, she took another step.