Star Wars, A Reincarnation Story.

Chapter 34

I've had enough. I don't want to stay on this planet any longer. The final straw that broke the camel's back was an attack on my Eden ship using a wild Rancore. The poor creature's head was blown off by a well-placed missile and I genuinely felt bad about it. Because of that I had taken action and kidnapped an Elder Nightsister.

I was tired of being attacked, I wanted to retaliate but I still didn't know why they wanted me to train some low-level snot-filled kids the way of the force when they didn't care and for them to try and kill me. The answer came from my new friend.

What did the Nightsister want from me, the answer was everything. I had made the mistake of thinking that the Nightsisters only stayed in their home world. That was true but not always. The Nightsisters had a change of heart and wanted to branch out.

They wanted to use my resources by zombifying me. The Nightsisters had a special funeral that put their mummified corpse into a pod on a tree. With their dark magic they wanted to control me using the tree and green magic of the world and bind me to their will but why not go all out and attack me with all of the Nightsister if they just wanted my body?

It was part of their magic. I had to be seen as an ally for my body to be puppeted and for the green ichor to seep into my dead body. The only way was for a youngling who wasn't strongly connected to their magic to murder me.

Their damn magic was powerful but held many weaknesses and stipulations. I'm no longer going to pull any punches and after gaining the knowledge from the elder Nightsister of her plans, I drain her life force causing her great pain.

My time is coming to an end here, but before I leave, I will leave them a message that can't be ignored. A lesson that they should have already learnt.

The Nightsister want their Elder back and have surrounded my Eden ship.

"Attention, attention you dirty nerf herders" my voice echoes across the land using my ship's communication devices. "I'm tired of your shit and there are repercussions to your actions. I know everything, all your tiny little plans and you make me sick. The deal is off"

Across the sky, battleships entered the atmosphere. A fleet of killing machines, piloted by droids caused the Nightsister to regret ever messing with me

"This is going to be the hardest lesson you will learn and I'm glad to teach you" The dark side wells up and I'm shaking with anticipation. My voice breaks out of its calm manner and shrieks with rage

The dark side was controlling me and only my knowledge and intelligence were holding it back. I desperately wanted to glass the planet and get rid of an enemy but my mind battled the dark and stupid side. What would be the repercussions of killing this Sect of Nightsisters? The answer was any survivors would go into hiding, buy their time and attack me from the shadows. I would earn myself a blood feud with a powerful unified magical force users. The Nightsisters also had a part to play. By destroying them now I would change the future and things I know would happen. This was unacceptable.

However, the night sisters couldn't get away with this. The dark side was messing with me at the moment but it was right, the Nightsisters had to pay.

I demanded to be paid in blood. I wanted the person who came up with the zombified plan and yet it wouldn't be enough. I wanted more blood to wash away the annoyance and anger.

I had to get off this planet now, it was destroying my reason. If I stayed I would end up killing everyone. Even now, I'm thinking about stripping the atmosphere with a firestorm and watching every living thing suffocate from lack of air and then get roasted by the stellar radiation of their sun.

But one last demonstration of my power to make sure they understand how close their whole clan of Nightsisters came to their demise.

The dead Elder Nightsister is placed on a transport ship and bombarded with every weapon from all the battleships. The resulting firepower doesn't stop for days. The Nightsister who had surrounded my Eden ship had taken shelter underground in the bosom of the green ichor magic. The crater left behind was larger than a city, and deeper than a lake, all for a single Elder Nightsister grave.

The message was very clear. Mess with me at your peril.

If the Nightsisters thought I was finished they were sorely mistaken. I removed myself from the dark side-powered planet, giving up the revenge I so desperately wanted and stationing my ships that had caused the earth to melt in orbit. A consent reminder that while I was leaving, my reaching hand was constantly hovering over their heads and with a tiny order it would come crashing down.

Trade was cut from the planet, the senate was bribed, ordered and even threatened with my displeasure if they offered any help at all. No one entered, no one left. The Nightsister would truly be alone, an isolationist clan not by choice but by my word. The word of Bee. I was still trying to keep a low profile ready for the Empire but this was one of those times when a very public message needed to be sent, to ease my mind from the dark side and for the protection of the Nightsisters. After all, if I didn't get the satisfaction I wanted from their agony then I might come back for a touch-up in pain. The way of the dark side.