Darth Necros

Necros stepped onto the forest world of Felucia. His boot sank into mud. Around him he could here the cries of Felucia's native wildlife. He never was one to pay much mind to the simple things in life, but he had to admit, looking over the horizon, this planet was beautiful.

Suddenly a great weight pressed down on him. He recognized it as Darth Ferox's spirit. The weight pressed down but this time Necros stood firm. He had grown much stronger in the Force since their last encounter.

"Necros." The deep booming voice of Darth Ferox called from the right, branches and leaves ruffled with the power of his voice. :Follow me, Necros."

Necros followed through the lush forest, being lead by the invisible voice of Darth Ferox. After a few minutes the voice said to stop. A native felucian emerged from the forest, it's face looked like it was in a trance. Standing at the felucians side was a tamed nexu.

Suddenly the felucian started shaking wildly and a black smoke consumed its entire body. When the dark smoke dissipated, what was left we a Pa'un. Its eyes yellow with hate. Its left arm no longer shifting.

"I have waited a long time for this, apprentice." Darth Ferox said. "After you destroyed my library you nearly destroyed my. I clung onto existence by forging my soul with your own. I bid my time, gaining strength, and now on this planet so strong In the Force, I reclaim my place amongst the land of the living. You are no longer needed to carry on my teachings."

"You are foolish to seek to destroy me, Master." Necros responded, low and threatening.

"Am I? For the longest time I have been one with you. I felt your every single thought, and the gravity of your ambition is nothing more than to destroy your rival! You long for it, you hate him with an undying passion. But beyond that you have no ambition, beyond that you are unworthy!"

"You are wrong, Master. I seek to diverge into the unlimited power that is the dark side. I will command it all. Anything less is insufficient."

"A worthy goal. But none as worthy as mine. I have proven my indominance time and time again. First I mastered the art of ending life, then I mastered the art of morphing it. Then as life was taken from me I clung to the dark side with every fiber of my being and now I have returned from death to reap havoc on all that is living! I am supremacy incarnate. compare to me, who are you?" Darth Ferox's eyes were filled with a maddening glee and vengeful hate.

Darth Necros slowly raised his head, glancing from under his hood with evil yellow eyes. "I am Darth Necros, slayer of the living, master of the dead."

Darth Ferox began to chuckle, a low rumble. "I am the dead that lives again."

Darth Necros's face split into a grin. "Then weather I slay you or make you my slave, is up to me."

"You can only try." Darth Ferox said as two Nexu emerged from the brush. Darth Ferox held out his hands towards them and they began to scream, stretch, and contort. A black cloud consumed them, lifting them into the air. The screams multiplied. Then suddenly the black clouds dissipated, and the Nexu dropped to the ground. They were three times larger, their teeth larger, their bodies ululated with the power of the dark side,

Darth Necros activated his lightsaber and assumed an offensive stance. " I will do more than try."

The Nexu assaulted him with unnatural speed and Necros cut them down just as quickly. Neither of he nor Ferox was truly prepared for the opponent they were facing. Energy crackled, trees cracked and stones shattered as their force powers collided. Ferox summoned all kinds of wild beast from the forests of Felucia, transformed them into deadly abominations, and ordered them to attack Necros. Necros slayed and revived them. Neither he nor Feros had the edge. The battle lasted for more than three hours, neither opponent tired as they rejuvenated their bodies by drawing on the power of Felucia.

Darth Necros hid behind a tree. A giant Ackley charged, it had four extra pairs of pinchers and its teeth were oversized and dripping venom. Necros stepped out from behind the tree and sent deadly currents of lightning sizzling into its face. The Ackley reared and screeched in pain. Rushing forwards Necros jumped and slashed the monstrous Ackleys throat open. The Ackley let out a crocking gargle that was probably intended to be a roar of pain and fear. It fell on its back and died. Necros pointed his blade towards his former Master. His yellow eyes fierce with hate.

"This has gone on too long. It is time to end this." Necros said.

"Agreed." His master said in a low grumble. " I am your superior. I know your every secret, your every fear. and your most well kept secret is that you fear Inimicus. His power haunts you. You are afraid to fall short before him. You are pathetic. Consumed by weakness and molded by fear. This is why you will never overcome me."

Necros swallowed. What Ferox said was true but he had never admitted it, even to himself. Fear did creep in around every fiber of his being. Fear of submission and fear of death. But all his former master saw was that fear. He did not see the indomitable hate that was Darth Necros's spark of life. And one thing Necros hated above all was his own fear.

His fear indirectly made him stronger, but his former mater thought he could use that fear to expose a weakness. Darth Ferox was wrong. Necros gathered all of his strength in the Force together.

"You know what I am afraid off, now let me see what you fear." Darth Necros released his energies into a mental assault, picking through his masters mind, searching for something hidden deep that would never see the light of day unless it was ripped out of his masters sub conscious.  Necros heard a voice, and then saw an image. Darth Necros smiled.

Darth Ferox stumbled backwards, his eyes widened with terror. Necros took a step forward and spoke with a voice that was not his own, it was much deeper.

"Insufferable cur. You are a disappointment to the very Force itself." The words did not belong to Darth Necros they were of someone else's mouth, but that person was long dead, Necros was merely reciting words already spoken centuries ago.

"M-master? Please show mercy!" Darth Ferox cried out.

"I will cleanse this world of your repulsive existence. For you are weakness incarnate, your are devoid of hatred and inept of power." Darth Necros reached out with hands that did not appear to be his own, brown leathery hands, and Force lightning sprung forth and consumed Darth Ferox. Darth Ferox did not throw up a defense for he believed it was pointless. For the first time in centuries he saw his long dead master. He heard his master speak, and he heard his masters disappointment. But it was all an illusion.

"Please...spare me." Darth Ferox's voice was weak and near death.

"I am devoid of mercy." Darth Necros said.

Darth Ferox writhed on the ground for a few more moments and then grew still. Smoke rose up from his burnt corpse.

Darth Necros turned and began making his way back to his ship. The illusion of Darth Ferox's master still shrouding his true appearance. When he arrived back on the bridge an hour later Nad grew pale white. He opened his mouth but could not speak.

The illusion that consumed Necros was hideous. It was of a wrinkly namoidian whos head tails were all cut off leaving a bunch of scarred stumps on the back of his head. His face was covered in scars and his eyes were as black as the spaces between the stars.

"Relax." Necros said in the deep gravelly voice that belonged to the illusion and then let it fade away to reveal his true appearance. "Its me."

As soon as the words were spoken a dozens of ships began blinking into existence out of hyperspace. Darth Necros sensed intense rage ululating from the largest ship. "Inimicus." He whispered, and the fear that came along with that name sprung through his body, as did the hate.

Pretty damn good chapter and I can't wait for the next one...
The previous chapter however has not been posted on here.