Jedi Insurgency 191

AN: I know everyone hates this little shit…but he's my little shit! If anyone on Team Good Guys knows how to be a terrorist, and get it done, it's him! He's the Vegeta to Jax's Goku. 

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Yon deftly skirted past a squad of Imperial clone troopers who were running to reinforce the hangar. 

Fools.

As soon as the witless idiots passed him by, he waved his hand, triggering their thermal detonators. To their credit, the veterans moved to deactivate the explosives within a second of hearing the beeps. 

Unfortunately for them, Yon kept his hand pressed out! Frantic now, they looked around for places to toss the grenades, but they were in a narrow corridor! Behind them was another squad, and in front of them was a closed blast door! 

“Punch in the code!” One clone gruffly demanded. 

His compatriot-a professional in every regard-frantically typed the command code. Gears whirred, and just as the door was going to open up, Yon performed the forbidden technique he had learned from his Master. 

Two hands! 

The door opened a crack, and then halted in place! 

“Ahh, bantha shii-” The squad leader got out, and then was turned into a moist projectile as a dozen thermal detonators exploded in place. 

Yon had already moved down the hall, and was around a corner, out of range when the squad had been eliminated. Several nearby naval crewmembers glanced in the direction of the explosion in shock. Their panic and fear was like an aphrodisiac to him. Seeing that they were volunteers, and not clones, Yon's sneer deepened. 

‘To so foolishly believe the lies of a Sith, to turn on my Jedi Order, that has done nothing but fight, and die for you for the last five years…you deserve nothing but destruction!’ Yon viciously thought to himself as he recalled his stolen childhood, and the murder of his first master. He recalled all those grateful faces of people Master Corvus had saved, of all the slaves he had personally saved during the last two weeks. 

Traitors were worse than scum! 

Approaching these servicemen, he was about to do something gnarly, when he overheard something that had him pause in his step. The last squad was the third group he had ambushed along the way to Triss, and he had stolen a commlink along the way. Listening in to their chatter was a skill he had learnt during the tedious years spent fighting in the Clone Wars, and it was coming in handy right now! 

“Troopers, wait five seconds, then open fire directly ahead.” A smooth, calculating voice commanded. 

Yon frowned, he recognized this as one of the enemy commanders his Master had had trouble with on Eriadu. Thraw something, maybe Strawn? Eh, what did the name of a dead man matter? 

‘What's this bastard doing here?’ He angrily thought to himself. 

Seconds later, blue blaster fire scorched the hallway, where he had gone prone. 

Inching forward like a worm, he crawled through the hailstorm on his hands and knees. 

“Deploy the sonic emitter.” The commander ordered. 

Yon's grin was all teeth. In this narrow corridor, the sonic waves-whilst not lethal to him due to the [Energy Resistance] shield coating his form-would remove his invisibility. 

‘We can't have that now, can we?’ 

Tucking into a forward roll, he [Mind Tricked] the troopers in the firing line to think that a Jedi had dropped into the middle of them. He added a false sense of panic to go with it, to bypass that annoying professionalism. 

“There he is!”

“Blast him!” 

The troopers turned on one another, and gunned down one another. Crucially, the guy wielding the sonic emitter collapsed to the ground, dead. Several of the naval servicemen nearby were caught in the crossfire, and were also gunned down, or caught a stray round. 

Yon grinned, wanting to finish them off, yet unwilling to reveal himself. At the same time, he looked at a nearby camera, and had a slight hitch in his breath. 

Frowning to himself, he knew this was no coincidence. Spending days worth of time within the holocron, he had honed his breath to become connected to the Force. This small hitch was an unsettling premonition, and had him stop & think! 

‘Heh, you idiot commander, you think I'm a saber monkey, don't you?! So what if you know I can go invisible? You probably learned a lot more from that traitorous girl. Which means…a direct assault…is stupid!’ Yon concentrated, and slowly came to a conclusion. 

He had been running directly at Triss's position, taking the most direct route. Along the way, he couldn't help himself, and had caused as much chaos as possible. Although he knew that ignoring everyone would be the most optimal play, he just couldn't help but want to hurt the traitors as much as possible! An eye for an eye? Hah! If you took his eye, he'd take your entire family! No one stabbed his people in the back! No one. 

Sinisterly grinning to himself, he waved his hand, [Mind Tricking] the ‘regular’ Humans who crucially didn't have the command chip rammed into their brains. 

‘Go. Kill the enemy, for the glory of the Emperor.’ He ordered, making every clone trooper they saw appear as a ‘Republic swine.’ To further encourage them, he cast [Valor], granting the sailors the courage to go against the elite Imperial troopers. 

Watching the dozen+ people pick up weapons, and begin to ‘retreat’ towards Triss, Yon ferally grinned. 

A second later, he rubbed his forehead, as a headache from constant casting began to assault him. Slight fatigue pressed upon him, but a brief moment of meditative breathing helped restore some of his energy. Unfortunately, he hadn't matured yet, and wasn't his strongest possible self. But all these intense fights over the months, and frequent conversations within the holocron, and with his Master had improved his abilities by leaps and bounds. 

After this, he'd better get that promotion to Knight! 

Backtracking the way he came, he heard several other messages from the commlink, and realized his distraction was doing a good job at confusing the enemy. However, he also learned that they were sending two Inquisitors-whatever that meant-and a secret weapon at Jax. 

Yon clenched his fists, unwilling to be outdone by his rival. 

He didn't think for a second that those Imp bastards had a chance against the only other person he had acknowledged! If someone at the caliber of his rival would be taken out by a pair of scrubs, then he wouldn't be worthy of being called his rival! Hmph! No, what he was afraid of instead, was that Jax would steal all the credit-as per usual-and Master would bestow all the praise to that white haired pretty boy bastard! 

Gnashing his teeth, Yon barreled up his rage, and mixed it with thoughts of healthy competition. Blending the Light & Dark, he achieved Balance in his own ‘unique’ way as Master put it, and enhanced all of his stats. Regulating his breathing, even the rate of energy regeneration increased! 

Reluctantly ignoring squad after squad, he moved deeper and deeper into the Star Destroyer. 

The bridge was too obvious. The prison cells where Triss had set up shop were too narrow. The path to both of these places were conspicuous, and packed tight. Inevitably, he'd come across a sonic mine, or a thick wall of troopers that would force him to drop invisibility. 

So that's why he rerouted. To remain unpredictable. To find a method that could solve all their problems! 

Finally, Yon made it to his target, the one place that the supposed genius commander had never thought to booby trap against a Jedi Shadow. 

Engineering. 

The room thrummed with power, and had a smell of oil, electricity, and a tangy ozone flavor. People were constantly typing away at terminals, and fuel was periodically added to the core. 

It was beautiful. 

Yon could see it now. Fires everywhere, klaxons blaring, and an eruption that sent this brand new hulk into the filthy scrap pile of Nar Shaddaa. 

This Lieutenant Strom would then go down with his ship, none the wiser! 

Yon felt along his inner robe, and pulled out a strap containing a dozen discs. Each disc, when activated, could be maglocked to its target, and set with a timer. And once that clock ticked to zero? 

BOOM! 

Yon, of course, was jealous that he couldn't carry with him a seemingly endless supply of explosives, like Master Corvus could. And he remained unconvinced that he couldn't learn that ability…but after witnessing the miracles of explosives, he had decided to get his hands on some of his own! 

Stolen from gangsters trafficking slaves, he finally had a place to put these bad boys to good use. 

Going around the engineering room, he tiptoed his way past several workers, and placed them in hard to reach, difficult to see places. In some cases, he would wait for a moment when no one was looking, and then levitate them behind tubing, or under shafts that would be impossible to see from the room's ground floor. 

Setting a 30 minute timer, he also had a switch on hand that could kill them, or instantly activate the bombs. 

Having set everything up, he then quietly backtracked, making sure that no one connected ‘Jedi activity’ with the word ‘engineering.’

To further cause chaos, he continued to ignore the prison cells, and moved towards the main batteries. 

Men were running back and forth, removing power cell casings, and hauling grav carts full of ammunition. Meanwhile, the gunners were indiscriminately unloading onto a Hutt Dreadnought. From here, he could see countless red laser bolts rushing towards the ship he was on. Shields briefly flickered into view, and he felt the Executrix shudder as she tanked a missile. 

Dozens of Hutt capital ships were emerging from Nal Hutta, and thousands of starfighters were blasting everywhere at once. The chaos going on in the lower atmosphere briefly gave Yon pause. 

“Master is Master.” He could only shrug, attributing this assault upon the Imperials to his teacher's actions. 

Yon then redirected the big guns. 

Several waves of the hand later, and the Executrix had unloaded onto the unprotected flank of a nearby SD. 

Having concentrated all power to their forward shields-so as to resist the Hutts-the Imperial SD was caught completely offguard, and suffered fatal consequences. 

One of the shiny, brand new Imperial war weapons exploded into a fireball, and slowly tilted sideways until it crashed into a skyscraper down below. 

Yon sensed the screams of thousands on the moon, but shook his head without pity. This entire slaving moon deserved to be purged, and the Jedi Shadows would be the ones to cut the cancer from this System. 

He knew that his Master was against using the Ongree for total war, but those assassin droids doubtlessly were out there, taking advantage of this chaos~ 

After ordering the [Mind Tricked] gunners to target another Imperial warship, he ignited his lightsaber. 

Cutting down through several decks, he popped a circular ‘manhole cover’ shaped disc open, and then tossed a thermal detonator down into the room below

That's right, he had circumvented the narrow hallways, and chokepoints all for this moment! 

If he were his Master, he'd probably say something cheeky like ‘Hello there’ or ‘surpriiise~’ but nah, he'd rather just kill the bitch and be done with it!