Submit to Capula
Corik pulled out his lightsaber and reached forward. He handed it to Deneg, and as he did his heart began to change. He wanted to learn. He wanted to become powerful and mighty, like the one whose words had brought about his submission.
“Good, good.” Deneg spoke slowly and softly, his human tone becoming more and more satanic. “You finally understand my reasoning. I have all the power. You desire my power, and through me one day you may yet obtain it.”
Corik watched as Deneg’s eyes slowly turned red as they filled with passion. He started to feel the fire in himself begin to burn with that same desire he before had disgusted and despised. It felt good, very good.
He turned to see Master Jurix standing up, recovering from his recent injury. He drew his saber and the blue beam ignited as he spoke. “You can’t win, Capula. We will fight this.”
Corik shook his head. “No, no we can’t. He has too much power. We must submit to his ways. Through his influence he can give us power and freedom from this never-ending battle for so called justice.” He was not surprised at what he said, though it seemed to come from some other source than himself.
“No, we can’t submit. We can’t give in!” Master Jurix shouted.
“No, it is you who can’t give in. It was you who betrayed me by never telling me the truth about Capula . And it was you who won’t concede to the only truly rational cause now!”
“Kill him! Kill him now as payment for what he kept from you, and his opposition to our cause!” Deneg said, extending the saber back to him.
Corik did not hesitate. He leapt forward, grabbing his sword and slashing ferociously at Master Jurix. Jurix’s weapon was already drawn and in protection of the slashes the battle began. Both were trained in the art of offensive combat, however 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 blue blade unpredictably hard, sending Master Jurix’s blade backward, exposing a weak point. Corik changed direction, his blade slicing into the unguarded area and thereby cutting his old friend’s torso in two. He fell quickly to the ground, motionless.
Corik did not look at his new master. What he had done left him with more guilt than he could have thought possible before and during the fight. Deneg said it would pass in time, and it did. As he helped President Capula create a new Jedi Council, one more suited to the ways of the Sith, 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.
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, the most powerful of the new Jedi Council always being the one to be trained. 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 until he did, when all he had ever been was erased for eternity.