Kill Talia
Corik pulled out his lightsaber and ignited the beam. The bright emerald green shone particularly bright within this darker room. He looked at Master Quithar, who just started moving slightly, beginning to recover from her recent injury. She needed to be punished for her evils, for supporting evil, for failing to tell Corik the truth.
“Good, good.” Deneg spoke slowly and softly, his human tone become more and more satanic. “You finally understand my reasoning. Your old friend has wronged you, and because you are more powerful she must die at your hands.”
Corik looked back into Deneg’s eyes, which were a bright red. Corik began to feel the fire in himself begin to blaze with that same desire he before had disgusted and despised. It felt good, very good.
He turned back to see Master Quithar stand up weakly.
Corik smiled widely, almost sardonically. “You will pay for this. All of this. It’s all your fault!” He was not surprised at what he said, though it seemed to come from some other source than himself.
“Kill her! Kill her now as payment for what he kept from you, and his opposition to our cause!” Deneg said, extending his arm towards Talia, finger pointed.
Corik did not hesitate. He leapt forward, grabbing his sword and slashing ferociously at Master Quithar. Talia’s weapon was at her side, and she could not draw it in time. However, she jumped out of the way with all the strength remaining in her after that blow she took moments ago. However, Corik followed, not allowing her acrobatic skills to outmatch him. For Corik not only knew his Master’s style, but with his new passion unearthed new power and might he had not before been able to use. When the opportunity presented itself, Corik swung his green blade at an angle Master Quithar couldn’t avoid, striking her down. She fell quickly to the ground, motionless.
Corik did not look at his new master. What he had done left him with guilt, guilt that he formerly believed would not exist should he give himself over. Deneg said it would pass in time, and it did. As he helped President Capula destroy the Jedi Council, he began to be more and more enveloped in the pleasures of his work, forgetting about his old joys and old friends; even Jethra whom his very master had killed. The guilt of his endeavors was masked by his hate for what others did to him.
Capula went on to become the center rule of the Republic, which it kept for centuries. A long line of Sith Lords in secret remained rulers of the empire through apprenticeships that stemmed from a search team that Corik masked as a “search for the next worthy leader of the Republic”. The life Corik lived afterward that day was a hard one, filled with endless hatred and anger in his own mind and heart, despite the gain of personal pleasure and power and popularity. His hate never died, even when he did. He could never let go of his hate, despite his suffering. Thus he condemned himself never to become one with the Force.