Amir swung his lightsaber rapidly, attacking Darth Sidious with furious aggression. Yet the small, black-robed figure rolled and moved with uncanny agility. With light, effortless flicks of his crimson blade, Sidious dissolved every strike Amir threw at him.
But even in his rage, Amir wasn't blinded. If anything, his mind was painfully clear—he was getting used to this new power, learning to wield it.
Sidious was unbelievably fast, especially in this pitch-black room. Without the red blade marking his position, Amir would have seen only streaks of shadow. Even with the lightsaber as a reference point, Amir still had to let the Force guide his motions.
As if growing bored, Darth Sidious shifted into offense. In an instant, his speed climbed to an even higher level. The crimson blade flipped and turned, slashing from vicious angles aimed at Amir's vital points.
He forced the exchange to reverse—attack and defense flipped at his will. Amir could only bring up Form III and block with everything he had. But his mastery of the forms was nowhere near Sidious's. In only a brief clash, Sidious forced open multiple gaps in Amir's guard, each one nearly ending with Amir cut down.
Sidious caught another opening. Amir had no choice but to step back and unleash a full-force Force push at the Sith Emperor mid-swing.
A vast surge of power hit.
Sidious extended his left hand as well, forming a Force shield instantly in front of himself.
As Amir's palm drove forward, even the floor groaned with cracking sounds under the strain. The Force shield facing the pressure trembled violently, unstable.
Sidious's smile widened.
This power was making even him struggle to hold! That only proved the perfection of this body—this genetic template.
In the stalemate, Amir's eyes flicked to the explosives stuck to the wall. An idea sparked. One charge behind Sidious peeled free silently and flew toward the figure maintaining the shield.
Amir clenched his left hand hard.
A deafening blast erupted beside his ears. Violent firelight swallowed the doorway zone. The massive door mechanism was hurled away, and the wall collapsed under the explosion with a thunderous break.
And the expanding heat wave produced an unexpected chain reaction—this blast triggered two more charges as well.
Three consecutive detonations swallowed Sidious's silhouette entirely.
The shockwave also hit Amir from a distance. He threw up a Force shield to brace, but he was still shoved backward a step.
When the heat haze cleared, every light was dead—inside the room and out in the corridor beyond. The chamber fell into absolute darkness.
Amir kept his lightsaber clenched tight, because in the place where the flames had vanished, the dark side presence didn't weaken.
It surged.
And inside that thick darkness, the earlier mockery was gone—replaced by a cold, venomous chill.
The Sith Emperor was angry.
A vague black shape shot forward like an arrow. Amir swung to block—
Only at the last instant did the red blade flare to life, like a coiled viper finally baring its fangs. The strike ignored Amir's defense completely, slipping around and cutting for Amir's waist.
That blow would have split him in half.
Amir forced up a full-strength Force shield to intercept, and with his right hand he attacked instead of purely defending—slashing straight toward the shadow's head.
The crimson lightsaber shut off the instant it struck Amir's Force shield. The shadow melted back into the dark.
But even that brief contact drove crushing pressure into the shield, nearly shattering it on the spot.
Amir's eyes went wide as he scanned the darkness for any tiny movement.
Sidious had cloaked his presence with the Force, hidden his form, erased himself.
He was gone.
It was too dark. Every light source was destroyed. There were no windows. The reach of Amir's lightsaber glow was too short, and even his Force sense couldn't find Sidious.
Right now, Amir was effectively blind.
He wanted to trigger another explosion to create light, but the remaining charges were in the pack on his back—and he didn't dare take a hand off his guard to reach for them.
While he was thinking, the red blade kept appearing like a ghost, grinding down Amir's mind and punishing his body. In only a few dozen seconds, several small cuts opened across him.
As Sidious kept striking, the dark side pressure around Amir grew heavier and heavier, battering his body and hammering his mind. Amir's condition spiraled downward.
The darkness became a cage—tormenting, crushing, waiting for the moment Amir finally broke.
Then the red glow flashed again—two meters to his side—closing in fast!
No time to block.
With the Force boosting him, Amir side-rolled away, then snapped his hand up to deflect the follow-up slash.
This time the red blade didn't vanish. It pressed its advantage while Amir was off-balance, chopping again and again. Red arcs became afterimages. Exhaustion crept into Amir's limbs—he barely managed to block two strikes, then used the rebound force to roll backward again.
But Sidious was too fast.
He chased through Amir's retreat.
A tearing sound cut the air.
A deep gash opened across Amir's left shoulder. The bone-deep pain forced a shout out of him.
The crimson blade lit Sidious's face from below—horrific.
He wasn't smiling anymore. The blast had left him disheveled. His once-elegant robe was shredded, burn scars marred his face, and half his hair was gone.
He wasn't giving Amir another chance.
The moment he stopped holding back, the result would be pure annihilation.
From the beginning—since the instant Sidious sensed the gaze watching him in the currents of foresight—this young Jedi apprentice had been fated to never escape his grasp.
Because Sidious had come personally.
And he was the most powerful Emperor in the galaxy.
Amir kept retreating until he was pinned in a corner. He yanked out an injector from his belt and drove it into the area beside his shoulder to blunt the damage.
His left arm was effectively dead weight now.
Watching Sidious advance, Amir steadied his breathing and began stimulating his mind—activating the unique talent he shared with No. 32.
He was calling No. 32.
But it wasn't a plea for rescue.
No. 32 stood at the Traveler's ramp and suddenly turned his head toward the distant mountain. A faint call echoed from the mountain's core.
No. 32 reflexively sent the same call back. Worry filled his eyes, and he immediately headed for the Traveler's cockpit.
A thousand meters away, Amir swallowed hard.
He got the response.
No. 32 was no longer inside the base—he was already at the ship.
Obi-Wan and No. 32 had been responsible for the eleven children on Level 5. Pax had gone to support them. Din Djarin had only one to retrieve, and with his skill he would have succeeded. Level 5 had been the hardest: stasis pods, time needed to wake them, a likely rendezvous there.
But No. 32 was already outside.
Which meant the others should be with him.
If the lower team had withdrawn…
Then—
Amir's fingers slid to the detonator button in his front pack.
The Sith Emperor stopped in front of Amir. Still furious, Sidious snapped a hand forward. Endless pressure crashed down again, forcing Amir toward the ground—trying to drive him into prostration, into kneeling submission.
Watching Amir resist with difficulty, Sidious's sick smile returned. He said, intoxicated by it:
"Do you feel it? This exquisite sensation—power without limit, knowledge without end. Submit to me. I will show you everything the dark side has to offer!"
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