Amir swung his lightsaber rapidly, attacking Darth Sidious in a rage. The small, black-robed figure, however, rolled nimbly. With a light flick of his own lightsaber, he deflected all of Amir's attacks.
Although angry, Amir's mind was not clouded. On the contrary, his mind was extremely clear. He was familiarizing himself with and wielding his new power.
Amir felt that Sidious's speed was astonishing. Especially in this dark room, if not for the scarlet lightsaber confirming his position, Amir could only see black shadows. But even with the lightsaber as a guide, Amir could only rely on his Force perception to guide his own movements.
Seemingly growing bored, Darth Sidious began his attack. Instantly, his speed reached an even faster level. The scarlet lightsaber flipped up and down, striking at Amir's vital points from various tricky angles.
The offense and defense were forcibly reversed. Amir could only raise his Form III, blocking with all his might. But his mastery of saber forms was far too different from Sidious's. After a short exchange, he was forced into several openings, nearly being hit each time.
Caught in an opening again, Amir had to take a step back and unleash a full-power Force push, blasting at Sidious who was slashing at him.
A majestic force struck. Sidious also extended his left hand, and a Force shield quickly solidified in front of him.
As Amir's palm pushed forward, the floor of the room groaned and shattered under the strain. The Force shield, taking the brunt of this power, trembled unstably.
Sidious's smile widened. This power... it was actually difficult for even him to block! This was further proof of the perfection of this body, this genome!
In the stalemate, Amir suddenly glanced at the explosives stuck to the room's wall. An idea struck. A bomb located behind Sidious quietly detached from the wall and flew toward the figure releasing the Force shield.
He clenched his left fist. A huge sound exploded in his ears. A fierce light instantly enveloped the area by the door. The massive valve was blown away, and the wall collapsed under the blast!
The spread of the heat wave caused an unexpected consequence. This explosion actually detonated two other bombs.
Three violent explosions in succession completely drowned Sidious's figure.
Amir, in the distance, was also hit by the shockwave. He quickly deployed a Force shield to block but was still pushed back.
The heatwave dissipated. All the lights were destroyed, including those in the outer corridor. The room plunged into darkness.
Amir still gripped his lightsaber. In the place where the firelight had faded, the dark side's ripple had not diminished but increased. In the dense darkness, the previous playfulness was gone, replaced by a snake-like coldness! The Sith Emperor was enraged!
A blurry black shadow shot out like an arrow. Amir swung his saber to block. The red lightsaber only ignited when the shadow was right in front of him, like a coiled viper finally baring its fangs. The blade ignored Amir's defense, slashing from the other side toward his waist. This blow would cut him in half!
Amir used all his strength to raise a Force shield. His right hand holding the lightsaber attacked in place of defending, slashing at the shadow's head.
The red lightsaber deactivated the moment it struck Amir's Force shield, and the shadow melted back into the darkness. But in just that brief contact, the Force shield had taken immense pressure, almost shattering on the spot!
Amir's eyes widened, scanning every tiny movement in the surrounding darkness. Sidious was using the Force to mask his presence and conceal his form. He had vanished!
It was too dark. All light sources were destroyed, and there were no windows. The lightsaber's glow was too short-range. His Force perception couldn't find him. Amir was like a blind man.
He wanted to detonate another bomb to create light, but the remaining bombs were in the pack on his back. He didn't dare reach for it!
As he was thinking, the red blade flashed continuously like a ghost, wearing down Amir's spirit and tormenting his body. In just a few dozen seconds, several small wounds appeared on his body.
With Sidious's attacks, the surrounding dark Force continuously oppressed his body and assaulted his mind. Amir's condition deteriorated rapidly.
The darkness had become a cage, torturing and destroying, waiting for the moment Amir collapsed.
Suddenly, the red light appeared again, just two meters to his side, rapidly closing in!
No time to block! Amir used the Force to roll sideways, dodging. He raised his hand to parry another follow-up slash.
This time, the red lightsaber didn't disappear. It took advantage of Amir's unstable footing and began a continuous assault. The red trails became afterimages. Already exhausted, Amir could only raise his saber to block twice, using the recoil to roll back again. But Sidious was too fast. He caught up to Amir's retreat!
A tearing sound. A deep cut appeared on Amir's left shoulder. The piercing pain made him cry out.
The scarlet lightsaber illuminated Sidious's terrifying face from below. He was no longer smiling. The explosion had left him in a sorry state. His expensive robes were in tatters, and there were burns on his face! Half his hair was gone!
He would not give Amir any more chances. Once he unleashed his strength, the only result was a crushing defeat!
From the beginning, from the moment he sensed a gaze prying at him in the precognitive Force, this young Jedi apprentice was destined not to escape his grasp.
Simply because he had personally taken action. And he was the most powerful Emperor in the entire galaxy!
Amir retreated continuously until he was backed into a corner. He reached to his belt, pulled out a stim, and injected it near his shoulder to alleviate the injury.
His left arm was already useless.
Watching Sidious approach, Amir stabilized his breathing. He began to stimulate his brain, using the unique talent he and 32 shared.
He was calling 32.
But this was not a call for help.
. . .
32, standing at the Traveler's ramp, whipped his head around. He looked at the distant mountain peak. A remote call was coming from its center.
32 subconsciously sent the same call back. His eyes were full of worry. He quickly walked toward the Traveler's cockpit.
. . .
Miles away, Amir swallowed. He received it. 32 is no longer in the base. He must have reached the ship.
Obi-Wan and 32 were responsible for the 11 children on Floor 5. Parks already went to help them. Mando was only responsible for one; with his skills, he must have succeeded. The children on Floor 5 were the most complicated, all in hibernation, needing time to wake. So the group probably rendezvoused on Floor 5. And 32, who was in charge of Floor 5, is already outside. The others should be with him.
Since the lower levels have been evacuated, then...
Amir's hand felt for the detonation button in his small bag.
The Sith Emperor stopped in front of Amir. Still enraged, he waved his hand. An endless pressure once again assaulted Amir, forcing him to grovel, to kneel!
Watching the struggling Amir, Sidious's sick smile returned. He said, intoxicated, "Do you feel it? This wonderful feeling. Powerful strength. Vast knowledge. Submit to me! And I will show you the entirety of the dark side!"
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