Die-Mae was scared, but he used that to his advantage. These old Sith Lords could feel fear, and Die-Mae's was palpable to them.
"You have become a tool for destruction..." said Marka Ragnos. "...Now we will make you weapon of power..." spat Exar Kun.
"Each one of us...will teach you something...I will teach you lightsaber combat..." whispered Tulak Hord. "And I, shall teach you force mastery and Sith Magic..." said Marka Ragnos. "And I will teach you styles that will destroy anyone in your wake." grinned Exar Kun.
Die-Mae grinned.
If these three Sith Lords wish to train me, I surely must be the Sith'ariYears went by, and Die-Mae excelled in all his fields of study. Tulak Hord made him the greatest Duelist of the Empire, Ragnos made Die-Mae the most feared force wielder next to Palpatine, and Exar gave an ancient style that only a true master could control. With these three spirits done teaching him, he set out for the Imperial Center.
The Old Man sat there in his chair, glaring at him with a demoralizing gaze.
"You wish to challenge me?" asked the Emperor.
"Yes..." said Die-Mae defiantly.
The Emperor rose from his chair, he was now levitating in the air, with his fingers stretched out, pointed at Die-Mae. Quickly, Die-Mae equipped his lightsaber and turned it on. The Emperor tried to shock Die-Mae, but it was no use, the boy was trained well. Die-Mae lept towards the Emperor, twirling in the air, creating a flash and stream of light.
A slight warmth brushed Die-Mae's ear. The man that Die-Mae feared and respected more then anyone else was on this ship. The Man whose name brought Leaders to their knees, his suit that was black as tar, and his gaze that could obliterate anyone's soul, was on this very ship......
....Vader....
