“A Sith Lady?!"
The Jedi Master’s heart went cold at what Starflier had reported.
If this was true, the Jedi had lost before they had even begun to fight.
Eerabik wasn’t just being influenced by the Sith Lady.
The Chancellor
was the Dark Lady of the Sith.
The Republic had fallen years ago.
They had been defending its corpse.
While it maintained the outward appearance of life, the Dark Lady had turned the undead Republic into a military dictatorship, using the war to hasten its transformation.
And they had helped her do it.
But... there were still many who believed in what the Republic stood for.
Could the Republic still be resurrected, and its full corruption into something far worse averted at the last possible moment?
If they could destroy the Dark Lady of the Sith and neutralize her pawns, it might just be possible.
Master Yodex Grogem and Opalwan were far away, but they still several of the Order’s finest Jedi Knights here at the capital.
The will of the Force would see them triumph over the Dark Side.
“Stay here, Starflier,” the Jedi Master instructed. “If what you say is true, then you will have earned all of our trust."
Yet even then, resentment stirred in A’Nikori’s heart.
They didn’t trust her, even now?
And to leave her behind her, like she was some sort of child!
Fear gripped her heart. They needed her! What would happen, if she was not with them when they went to face the Chancellor?
Then, another thought intruded into her mind.
How much did she really need them?
How much had the held her back?
How much had they let the Republic rot, while they were cloistered here in the ivory towers of the Jedi Temple?
And would they keep their promise to arrest the Chancellor and make her stand trial.
No.
Even now, she could sense their impending betrayal. Of her. Of the laws and institutions of the Republic.
The Jedi Council was launching a coup, taking power into their own hands, just as Eerabik/Darth Vidia had predicted they would.
Her anger flared.
What was she doing here?
If she hesitated, then it would already be too late.
She would MAKE them see reason.
Opalwan would have counseled her to take a different course, but he wasn’t here now, was he?
***
“It’s treason, then."
Darth Vidia relished cutting down the Jedi fools. For supposed Masters, they were nothing next to her, whether with the blade or the Force itself. And what could they do, but walk into the trap she had set for them? It was too late for them to bring back the Republic, when she already was, for all practical purposes, the Senate itself. And she had been sure to secretly record their threats, as evidence of their plot against the Republic.
The trickiest thing was leaving one of the Jedi Masters alive long enough for Starflier to arrive.
***
A’Nikori arrived to see Chancellor Eerabik/Darth Vidia forced to the ground in a ransacked office, pressed against the frame of a shattered window overlooking the city. The Jedi who had told her to remain at the temple was pointing a blade of purple plasma at the Chancellor’s throat.
“You are under arrest,
my Lady,” the Jedi Master said harshly to the fallen Vidia.
“A’Nikori,” Vidia gasped, her words pained and desperate, but in the kindly tone of Eerabik, “I was right! The Jedi are taking over! And this isn’t an arrest! It’s an assassination! He’s going to kill me!"
“What are you doing?!” A’Nikori demanded of the Master whose blade was aimed at the Chancellor. “She’s supposed to stand trial!"
“I’m going to end this!” the Jedi Master replied. “She’s too dangerous to leave alive!"
He rose his blade to swing, but Vidia released a torrent of lightning from her talons to try to drive her attacker back.
Instead, the Jedi Master caught the lightning with his blade, and began reflecting it back upon Vidia.
Vidia cried out in pain. “A’Nikori! Stop this traitor! He’s... he’s killing me!"
“She's the traitor!” the Jedi Master shouted back.
“Starflier! You must choose!” Vidia pleaded. “Only you can stop... this coup now! Don’t let him kill me! Only I... can give you the power you seek. The power... to seize... your destiny."
“Don’t listen to her, Starflier!” the Jedi Master groaned under the brunt of Vidia’s attack.
But already, the intensity of the lightning was faltering.
“No... I’m... I’m too weak...” Vidia panted as her lightning failed. “I... I can’t hold it any longer."
A’Nikori was agahast. Eerabik/Vidia’s face had been horrifically deformed. The flesh had bubbled along her neck and around her eyes, angry lines pitted her beak, and her fathers had grayed, seemingly aging her by decades in a matter of seconds.
“You are defeated, you Sith disease!” the Jedi Master declared, raising his blade for a fatal swing.
Why had she hesitated?
The anger in A’Nikori’s heart blazed into a surge of hatred.
She was so sick of Jedi hypocrisy!!! And she would not stand by to watch Vidia be murdered!!!
Stepping forward, her lightsaber swept through the Jedi Master’s wrists, disarming him and protecting Eerabik/Vidia, her friend and mentor, who had always told her what the Jedi would not.
Vidia’s now yellowed eyes gleamed in sudden feral delight.
“POWER!!!!!” she screeched triumphantly, releasing a storm of lightning at the stunned Jedi Master, far surpassing the stream she had cast at him before. “UNLIMITED POWER!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Stumbling backward, the Jedi Master was propelled out through the broken window like a rag doll, dead of electrocution long before his corpse hit the ground below.
A’Nikori was under no illusions of what she had just done.
She had turned her back on the lies of the Jedi.
She had chosen Vidia.
There was no going back from this.
But she had never felt so powerful. Drinking in the Dark Side, now freely flowing through her, was... intoxicating. She needed more of this raw power, like a craving that had always been there but now desperately demanded to be satiated like never before.
Yet there was only one being in the galaxy who could show her how to make the most of it.
Darth Vidia rose, dusting herself off.
“You have passed the final test, A’Nikori Starflier,” she said, her voice harsher sounding than before. “As I knew you would. You have taken the first step toward fulfilling your true destiny. Now, it is time for you to take the next. Become my apprentice. Learn to use the Dark Side of the Force, as a Lady of the Sith."
A’Nikori bowed before Darth Vidia.
“ Please... show me how to harness the power the Jedi kept from me. I need it, so that I won’t lose anyone again... and so that I can end this war... and stop those who would plunge us back into chaos."
“It will take many years to unravel the full depth of the mysteries that you seek, but if we work together, there is nothing we cannot accomplish,” Darth Vidia replied.
"I... pledge myself, to your teachings, Lady Vidia."
“Good... Goooood....” Vidia murmured. “The Force is strong in you Starflier.... But Starflier is the name of the Jedi Knight you once were, embodying the weakness of the Jedi that you will destroy within yourself once you master the Dark Side. You will need a new name, a name befitting your new identity as a Lady of the Sith....”
Vidia paused, as if searching in the Force. Then, she said, “Henceforth, you shall be known as Darth... Moeder."
“Thank you... my Mistress,” Darth Moeder replied.
“Rise,Darth Moeder,” Vidia commanded, bidding her to walk at her side. “When the rest of the Jedi learn what has happened here, they will try to kill us.... along with all of the Senators who would oppose their coup."
“I agree,” Moeder nodded.
Vidia pulled a dark hood over her damaged face. “Every single Jedi, including your former Master Opalwan Ben’itoite is now an enemy of the Republic."
“I understand, Mistress,” Darth Moeder said gravely.
“We must move quickly,” Vidia said. “The Jedi will be relentless. If they are not all destroyed, it will be civil war without end."
“What of my former padawan, Akkano?” Moeder asked. “Opalwan is too stubborn, but she may not be as stuck in the Jedi’s ways. If I could turn her to see things form our point of view, she may prove a powerful ally."
“Are you sure your feelings in this matter are clear, Lady Moeder?” Darth Vidia asked. “But I shall permit you to try... for old time’s sake.” She chuckled. “Yet you understand that if she will not be turned, she MUST be destroyed."
“I will not fail in this, my Mistress."
“I have great faith in you, Lady Moeder."
Vidia took a seat at her desk as the Supreme Chancellor. “I want you to take a legion of clone troopers. Storm the Temple and wipe out all the Jedi there. Killing off your ties to them will, quietly literally, greatly strengthen your burgeoning connection to the Dark Side. They will be stepping stones to the ordered galaxy we will create together, so steel yourself Lady Moeder, and do what must be done. Do not hesitate, and show no mercy."
“Consider it done. But what about the other Jedi scattered across the galaxy?” Moeder asked.
“Their betrayal will be dealt with,” Vidia replied. “After you have killed the Jedi in the Temple, you will be my sword and fist, leading my fleets and armies to wipe out the remaining Separatist leaders... and any who would shelter them.”
If Vidia’s beak had permitted her to smile, Moeder sensed that she would have.
“Once more, the Sith shall rule the galaxy.... and we shall have peace. We shall forge this battered Republic anew into a Galactic Imperium that shall stand unmoved against all opposition... and alongside me, this Imperium shall be yours to rule... as my apprentice... and as my daughter, now the true heir to the Sith!"
Vidia’s... daughter?
“Yes, Lady Moeder. I am your mother. Search your feelings. You will know it to be true. You never fit in with the Jedi... because the Dark Side was always within your blood! And now at last, you have found your way back to me!"
Moeder did as she was instructed.
And found that Vidia spoke the truth.
She could not deny the bond that existed between them.
“Thank you... Mother."