(Vader POV)
"Where are the slave processing facilities located?" I ask the Zygerrian.
All around the area, hundreds of Zygerrians lie dead, killed by various methods. They offer an excuse to slaughter them all, and I will not refuse. I have drained the Zygerrians of their memories, adding more and more to my disgust for this race and their customs.
"Tharnos... ack... th-three... hundred miles... from here... west"
*VROOOM*
"Did you hear that?" I ask into my comms.
{Affirmative, Lord Vader. Scanners indicate that there is indeed a large structure located three hundred miles west of your location.}
The same direction from which the feeling is coming. This is improbable and yet... I must make sure.
"Come here and get me. We have no time to lose."
{At once, my Lord.}
The Dark Tooth arrives a moment later, and I walk in, closing the hatch right away. The droid moves the spaceship forward, pushing it to its maximum speed and shooting towards the Slave Processing Facility. I feel the dark emotions, fear, pain, and anger. But fear is the strongest of them all. And yet, amidst all that anger, there is a small beacon of light. In my meditations, when I dive deep into the Dark Side, I see it in different colours. Jedi and those of the Light Side are usually blue, but this-this is different, like a pure white light. No connection to anything, and it doesn't feel like a Jedi.
{We're here, my Lord.}
"Wait here, I'll be back soon."
{As you wish.}
I make my way into the mining complex. Similar to the time on Kadavo, this one is also used for multiple purposes. I ignite my lightsaber and cut apart the two guards shooting at me. Using the Force, I open the doors and walk through the complex. There are very few guards around here for some reason. Two Zygerrians notice me and look surprised, and react too slowly. I place my hand on their head and look through it, searching for the image of the Twi'lek I saw earlier. And indeed, there it is. A rather young Twi'lek without any fear on her face. And I also find out why there are so few guards here right now. Gorga is here.
I am on time.
I break the glass and jump out, letting my body fall through the facility and reaching the floor below, right in a large group of Zygerrians and the Hutt.
*BOOM*
I stand up and ignite my lightsaber. There it is... the light. Right in front of me on the ground, with a chain on her neck, which the Hutt is holding. He looks at me through his monocle.
...
*PEW PEW PEW PEW*
Chaos ensues as the different guards realise that an unknown individual has appeared among them. I swing my lightsaber through the air, blocking and reflecting the blaster fire. The fear permeating he entire facility fuels my power and makes me unsleash my Force Hatred. I bring down metal bridges from above and crush guards underneath them. All the while, I continue moving and swiping my red lightsaber across torsos and through necks. Nothing that stands in my way remains in one piece. All of it is crushed.
*VROOOOM*
"AAARRGHH!" the Hutt wails in pain as I cut off one of his arms holding a blaster.
"ACKKKK... AKK.. AAHHHH..." his wailing continues as he rises into the air, being choked.
I pull him closer to me and then touch his head. I force all of my power on the task at hand. And the Force follows my will as the bodily functions of the Hutt rapidly slow down to the point of death, placing him in long-term suspended animation. Morichro, also known as the Touch of Death. I will address the slug issue later. Finally, I look at the Twi'lek, still kneeling on the ground, and staring at me. There it is... the white light. She doesn't look any more scared than she was before, as if she had made peace with her fate.
A small candle in the face of a raging black hole right in front of each other.
I lower my lightsaber. But she doesn't close her eyes. I can feel her emotions. She would rather die knowing who it was that killed her than hide behind delusions. I focus on the Dark Side of the Force and let it flow through me and fill me with strength. I think about my hatred and my rage. But my surprise doesn't stop there, she touches my lightsaber! Impressive.
"Is your name, Xina Ciloz?" I ask her.
"Yes."
"You will tell me everything you know about Kal Skirata."
"What is it you wish to know?" she asks.
"Where is Kyrimorut located? And how many people are part of Clan Skirata? And where are the Jedi that he adopted?"
"I was a slave on Tatooine when Kal saw me by chance. He took me with him after killing my master. Dar was also there at the time. They told me that if I had skills, I might join the clan, but I don't know much; I'm only quite nimble, that's it. So I was set free and had to fend for myself, but was soon recaptured and brought to-"
"I care not for your history. Tell me where I can find Kal Skirata and his progeny, or I will also set you free, permanently."
"Kyrimorut is located on Mandalore, the northern hemisphere. I don't know much, but Dar told me that it's a remote bastion and stronghold for the Clan. That's all I know, I'm afraid. I'm not sure whether Jedi are located there. I apologise," she says.
"You will show me where exactly this stronghold is located."
*VROOOM*
My lightsaber cuts through the chains. I turn it off and then start to walk away, feeling her follow along without me having to say a word. I walk forward, approaching the thick wall of the facility. I won't make my way up the entire way; I came from and simply push through the side here. I reach forward, pushing harder than I ever have. The thick steel walls refuse to bend at first, but I don't stop. I clench my fist, pressing the material together, and then release all of the pent-up energy in one controlled push. The wall looks like a piece of glass that is about to shatter... a Shatterpoint.
Then I see it, the point where I need to exert the most force to break this entire structure. I focus on these points and fill them with immense Dark Side Energy. I fuel it with more Dark Side energy and absorb more of it from the surroundings to continue to do so. And then it finally happens.
*BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM*
The entire wall breaks and shatters into a thousand pieces.
"Get the Dark Tooth to the east hole in the facility," I order the droid.
{Already here, my Lord.}
I lift the Twi'lek and the catatonic Hutt with the Force and levitate them into the spaceship, following right after.
{Where to, Lord Vader?}
"Mandalore, the northern hemisphere."
{At once, Lord Vader.}
I walk into the room where I have been building the droid and start to meditate. The path before me is unclear right now, which makes it difficult to predict what will happen next. I recall the Null-class Advanced Recon Commandos from the Clone Wars, as well as reports from Alpha-17 about them. Perhaps, they can be recruited and added to the 501st Legion, after they destroy the remaining Jedi they helped save.
I open my eyes and see the Twi'lek sitting in front of me, holding up different pieces of the droid I was working on. She seems pensive and takes one piece out and then fits another one. However, she lacks the necessary tools and can't work effectively. I observe her as she finds a series of tools and takes them over, continuing to work, as if I weren't there.
"A slave who knows engineering?"
"I always liked to play around with these things. I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb you. I heard that Jedi forget what happens aroun-"
I feel great anger at her mention of the Jedi and obviously comparing me to them.
"I am not a Jedi," I say.
I look into her eyes. Still, there is no apparent fear to be seen, despite my feeling that she is afraid. But I see content and acceptance as if death is preferable to her. I drop her again.
*Cough cough*
"I apologise, it won't happen again."
"No, it won't."
.
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(3rd Person POV)
The Dark Tooth arrives above Mandalore. Vader doesn't need to use the scanners to know where the Kyrimorut is located. He can feel the Jedi located there as clearly as the day. He knew that despite his apparent power in the Dark Side, it was dangerous and foolish to march in there and take what he wanted, so he had to be smart about it.
Construction on Kyrimorut began around the year 21 BBY, on land in Mandalore's northern hemisphere owned by the veteran Mandalorian soldier, Kal Skirata. Due to his commitments to the Grand Army of the Republic, Skirata entrusted the oversight of Kyrimorut's construction to his long-time friend and colleague, Rav Bralor, whom he had spent nearly a decade with on the planet Kamino, training clone commandos for the Republic's clone army as members of the Cuy'val Dar. Bralor commanded a team of skilled construction droids in the creation of the sprawling vheh'yaim, and finally turned the property over into Skirata's possession later that year.
In the aftermath of the issuance of Order 66, Kyrimorut came to house numerous other clone deserters, including the Null-class Advanced Recon Commandos, whom Skirata had trained and raised as his sons, and the clone commandos Corr and Atin of Omega Squad. They were joined by Besany Wennen, the wife of Null ARC trooper Ordo, and Atin's Twi'lek wife, Laseema. Kal Skirata's biological daughter, Ruusaan, and the late Jango Fett's sister, Arla, were also given lodgings at Kyrimorut. In addition, the former Separatist scientist, Ovolot Qail Uthan, had been brought to Kyrimorut to compensate for the loss of Ko Sai, with Uthan persuaded to continue seeking a cure for the clones' accelerated ageing.
In addition to on-the-run clones, at Nyreen Vollen's request, Kyrimorut became a refuge for two Jedi fugitives from the Empire's emerging Jedi purge: Padawan Tallisibeth Enwandung-Esterhazy and a rare Kaminoan Jedi Master, Kina Ha. And those two could be felt by Vader from orbit and made his blood boil.
.
In Kal Skirata's home, he is currently discussing their plans with his son Mereel Skirata, Null-7 and the two Clone Commandos Corr and Atin of Omega Squad.
"So where are my brothers?" Mereel asks as he throws a sweet into his mouth.
Mereel and his Null brothers all share many similar traits. They have a peckish appetite and a sweet tooth. That means that any chance they get, they are eating something or placing sweets into their mouths. Just like Mereel is doing now.
"Ordo has taken Prudii, Kom'rk and Jaing on a mission to retrieve potential Clones, while A'den is doing reconnaissance on another planet," Kal says.
"So then we're spread thin, aren't we?" Corr asks.
"I wish you had allowed me to go along with Ordo. This is boring," Mereel says as he lies on his back and looks at the ceiling.
"You were busy and only returned yesterday. You're still not back to 100%, so stop whining," Kal says.
"The Galactic Empire has changed things. I'm not certain we will get any more brethren with the way things are going. The chips aren't helping our freedom of choice," Atin says.
"Indeed. What about Bardan Jusik and your daughter, Kal? Couldn't they help us?"
"They are both on a mission right now. Alpha-ARC Maze has contacted us and requested pickup. You see, the Empire will only further push them into our arms, which is why we need to be ready," Kal says.
"Then what about those other two light sword swinging people. The human and the waste of space," Mereel asks.
Mereel and the rest of his Null brothers despise Kaminoans, so he naturally also doesn't like Jedi Master Kina Ha.
"They are-"
"Sir, we have received a transmission, it's from Darman," someone says.
"Darman? Good, put it through," Kal says.
[This is Darman, clearance code - 1-35-262-43-D.]
"Darman, it's good to hear from you. Where are you?" Kal asks.
[Orbit. Just wanted to let yo-]
"Woah woah woah. Darman, my brother from another mother, what's the extra code?" Mereel interrupts.
"Mereel, what are you-" Kal asks, but is interrupted by his son's serious expression.
[Come on, Mereel, we-]
"Nah-ah, say it," the Null clone says and narrows his eyes.
There was something off in the way Darman talked that upset him.
[Sigh... ARCs and Clone Commandos are the Nulls jokes.]
"Hahaha, your words, not mine," Mereel laughs.
"Come on down, Darman. Someone is waiting for you," Kal says and ends the transmission.
They walk out of the hutt and look at the dark, sleek-looking spaceship that touches down in front of them. Mereel grabs his favourite Z-6 rotary blaster cannon and prepares for whatever exits the spaceship. Despite the joke he pulled and the code he shared with Darman, he still feels like the Clone Commando was acting strangely. The spaceship opens up, and Darman, dressed in his armour, walks out. He approaches Kal and the others and raises his arm in greeting.
"Good to see you, Darm-"
*BOOOOOM*
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In another part of Kyrimorut, Padawan Tallisibeth Enwandung-Esterhazy is meditating under the watchful eye of the Kaminoan Jedi Master, Kina Ha. They have been granted refuge here, and Kina Ha was willing to help the Clones in their endeavour to cure their short lifespans. However, as they are meditating, they suddenly feel a great darkness.
"Master Ha, do you feel that? So... cold..." the Padawan says.
Kina Ha turns around and looks in the distance, seeing a dark spacecraft touch down on the ground. She can feel it as well, the fear, the anger, the hate... like an all-consuming darkness here to extinguish their lights.
"Stay here, Padawan. I shall check-"
*BOOOOOM*
Hearing the explosion, Kina Ha starts running forward and soon reaches the site. She sees Kal Skirata and his adoptive sons, Mereel and the two Clone Commandos Corr and Atin of Omega Squad, lying on the ground, hurt. Then she turns to the black spaceship, feeling the darkness approach.
*Kchch puuh*
And there he is, emerging from the Dark Tooth slowly.
*Kchch puuh*