Star Wars: Terror (Reboot)

by RadioBug15


Chapter 7: Freedom

I do not own MLP or Star Wars.


"There seems to be a problem in the Pit, is there not?" A voice asked.

"Yes, there is. It's Deimos, our most recent addition to the arena, but that's not the problem," Thistle explained.

"Deimos...... and what is that problem?"

"Well, when we captured prisoners and slaves and let them fight, they are reluctant to do so, regardless of species," Onyx said.

"And?"

"This creature, Deimos, craves it. He enjoys the thrill of the arena and the murder of his opponents," Oracle explained to the voice.

"I have come here to retrieve this man, regardless if he is dead or alive."

"Well whaddaya expect us tah do?" Lore asked, crossing his arms.

"I tracked and found you four immediately after his capture and transportation to your petty arena. We agreed that once Deimos is dead, I claim his body and bring it back to my master for proof of my... our success. Going so far as to destroy every other source of flyable transportation so that he does not leave."

"But the problem is that he's winning, and we're running out of challengers," Oracle said.

"Then you improvise, send out your challengers," the voice continued.

"But we're running out!"

"No, you are just foolish and afraid to do the unthinkable. Lie and they will kill him without a second thought."

"And if you're wrong?" Thistle asked, extinguishing his cigar and unsheathing his knife.

The figure moved out from the shadows, revealing a young man with black hair, orange eyes with dark side corruption forming around them.

"Then the Galactic Empire will ensure that you do not encounter this problem ever again."

The four natives pulled back and debated on what they should do. Eventually, they came to an agreement.

"We agree to your terms. Thank you, Naero."

"The pleasure is all mine."

"So business is settled?" Thistle asked.

"Yes, I will report my findings to the Emperor."


Deimos knew he was in a dream, he had remembered every dream that he had ever since he became a Jedi Master. In his dreams, he relived his old memories on the battlefield, Clone troopers firing at their mechanical rivals while they fired back. His apprentice high upon the rooftops with his snipers taking out enemy fire.

This was a memory that he remembered the most. The recolonization of Makeb. A planet that had become inhospitable due to Hutts mining a powerful material known as Isotope-5. The Republic evacuated the planet's population while the Empire did it's best to stabilize the planet. Now the planet is more or less stable but with a toxic atmosphere, giving the separatist droids an advantage over them: lack of lungs. Fortunately, the Kaminoans had coincidentally created a suitable rebreather for the mission, making their advantage obsolete.

Today, the Republic pooled in it's resources in a an attempt to make Makeb livable again.

"As important and taxing as it was to bring an dead planet back to life. The reward would be in the form of a near-limitless energy source," Chancellor Palpatine had said.

Deimos found his younger self on the battlefield, cutting down droids and making his way towards the CIS command center. He continued to watch as his younger self continued to fight his way into the compound, destroying everything in his path.

The memory shimmered, revealing Kane finding his apprentice in an interrogation chamber, recently tortured by droids. She was strong and did not reveal a single word of the Republic's plans. Another shimmer occurred, showing Master Leumai fending off General Grievous, who was unable to get through the Jedi's Soresu defenses.

But something strange happened. The memory began to distort and blur, fast-forwarding to the conquering of Makeb, another victory to the Republic. To his horror, he encountered a memory in his dreams that he had never seen before. Usually, he always dreamt of the same dreams; of battle, of practice, failure, honor, and just life itself. But when something new is in his own dreams, he had become truly afraid.

His first vision was of him, but he was roughly the same age as when he became a Jedi Master. Behind him were a number of children dressed in attire similar to both the Jedi and the Sith. While some were aliens that he was familiar with, some were ponies, griffins, dragons, and even changelings.

The vision continued on, showing himself welcoming a new 'student' to this academy.

"You have been selected for the Temple, welcome to the academy of the Je'd-"

The vision suddenly faded and showed him a new one. He was on Hoth, fighting against the Empire with both his apprentices at his side. Watching as snowspeeders began to loop around AT-AT walkers. What caught his eye was a pilot exiting a downed speeder and climbing up a walker with a grappling hook, the pilot then activated a lightsaber and opened the bottom hatch, tossing a detonator inside and leaping off the machine.

His next vision showed a grave, his grave. With his apprentice and masses of ponies surrounding his tombstone, giving their respects and mourning him. What they said next actually surprised him.

"He gave his life for save us all, and he will be missed. Let us pay our respects."

The next vision was darker. A giant castle on a mountainside, flying the banner of the Galactic Empire. Star Destroyers flying in it's skies and Imperial troopers watched the streets with malevolent eyes.

Finally, the last vision. Instead of the Empire, it showed the castle flying a bloodied Imperial flag, as if mocking it. On a throne in that castle sat a man, his face concealed by his hood. He was introduced to a courier.

"Speak, messenger. Is the Griffin Empire finally annexed into our own government?" he spoke, his voice all too familiar.

"Yes my liege, but a complication had arose," the messenger spoke quickly.

His eyes glowed through his hood, a burning orange, "What complication?" he hissed.

"The fugitives, Verus Kahn, Arina Ferrin, and the Elements of Harmony, have acquired allies."

"What allies?!"

"M-my lord, it may seem ridiculous. May we discuss this somewhere else?" he asked.

"Very well. Leyard, clear my schedule and make sure the 'princesses' lower the sun and moon at the appropriate times," he spoke to the guard at his right.

"Yes, Emperor Deimos," he said obediently.

Deimos finally came to a realization.

These were not just visions.

"These are my futures!" he yelled out.


Day 7 on Equus.

Deimos jolted awake as soon as the light touched his face. He sat up from his cot and looked across the hall, where Thea was sleeping peacefully. Well, as peacefully as a slave could.

He pushed himself off the bed and stood upright. He picked up his robes and proceeded to put them on, still not eased by his dream.

Suddenly, a 'thump' sounded through the halls. Deimos turned his head to notice that Thea had fallen off her bed.

"Who-what!" she shrieked, scrambling to stand back up on all four of her hooves.

"Wake up Thea, today is the day we are free," he said.

She groaned, "Can I just have five more minutes?" she said as she tried to drift back to sleep.

Unfortunately for her, Deimos picked up a rock roughly the size of his palm and tossed it hard through the bars of his cell. The rock's kinetic energy resulting in it's disintegration, creating a spark of light.

A loud spark of light.

Thea jolted awake once more, screaming in fear. Causing her to run forward and, out of her fear, slammed into the bars of the cage, resulting in an electric shock, which flung her backwards into wall.

She got back up and coughed extensively, "WHY!" she whined.

"Do you want to get out, you idiot?!" he hissed at her.

"Yes but-"

"So shut up and stop complaining!"

"Right! Some of us are trying to get some shuteye, freak!" one of the prisoners said, causing Thea to flinch at his insult.

As soon as the inmate's words left his mouth, a prison guard smashed his sword against one of the metal bars.

"Everyone! Wake up, it's breakfast time!" he yelled out. The slaves and prisoners groaned in annoyance as Thea's rambling kept them all awake.

Deimos watched as the guards proceeded to open the doors and lead them out. But the guards hesitated to open his cell, trying his best to carefully open the door and lead him out.

He sensed the guards fear, remember what happened with that red monster. The people around him were finally aware of his power, and they were afraid.

Something bumped against his back, he turned to see Thea being roughly pushed by a guard, but the stallion stopped as soon as he took one look into Deimos' eyes.

"Leave her alone," he continued to glare, the guard quickly nodded and backed away from the mare. Thea quickly caught up to him.

They entered the mess hall. As soon as Deimos got into the line, the gladiators took notice of him and parted for him so he could receive his meal. When the server finally gave him his food, he walked back to his bench and sat down with Thea as soon as she arrived.

"So Deimos, how do you know this plan will work?" she asked the Sith, who continued to reluctantly eat his meal.

"I don't, but I always have a plan B," he said, feeling as though he was being watched by someone.

"And that is?"

"Improvise."

As soon as he said that, Thistle barged into the mess hall. The griffon had a look of arrogance while his gaze nearly bore itself into the Sith Lord's skull.

"Today!-" he shouted, every eye turned to him, "-Will be the fight of the century. Our champion here will be none other than Emerald."

Emerald stood up from her seat, saluting with her fist to her chest.

"And Deimos," he finished. The green dragon felt a twinge of dread as she heard the name of the Sith in the same sentence as hers, but she it was at that moment when she realized that she had finally found someone worthy to take her on.

The Sith Lord looked at her, the memory of her arm dislocating still fresh on her mind, but she shook it off. She was about to kill the most dangerous prey she has seen.

For the Scorekeeper.


Deimos was lead back to the armory as usual, the guards opened the door and closed it, as usual. But this time, there was something different.

"Choose your weapons," the announcer spoke.

He said weapons, plural.

The Sith Lord grabbed his trademark sword and was about to enter the Pit until he saw something rather peculiar. It was at this moment he finally took notice of a small box, he continued walking and looked at it. He lifted the box off it's pedestal and opened it. Inside were both of his lightsabers.

He took them and strapped them into his belt, "Thank you Thea."

"Are these your weapons?" he asked.

"Yes," Deimos smiled maliciously.

As always, the light surrounded him once more and he was back in the enclosed battlefield.

"Ladies and gentlemen, stallions, and mares. This will prove to be the the battle of the century. Our champions are Deimos the Terror-" the announcer stopped to let the crowd cheer for him.

Deimos was never fond of thousands of people watching him in one place, so he was to make this fight quick once more.

"-And our most famous champion: the Green Death!" Deimos looked up to see Emerald walking into the battlefield, dressed in battle armor. She held a sword and shield in her hands with a spear strapped to her back. She finally stopped, just several feet away from him, just waiting to run him through with her sword.

They only stared into each others eyes. Deimos saw rage, anger, and a desire to end the creature before her. It was most likely because of their fight two days ago, but it seems that she has a tendency to hold a grudge.

Emerald looked into his eyes to see... emptiness, he kept looking at her with those emotionless eyes. As though she meant nothing to him, which further enraged her.

"May the fight commence!" the announcer finally said.

This plan requires timing. I must make the fight take as much time as possible, he thought, unsheathing his sword and holding it out straight in front of the dragon.

Emerald ran towards him with her sword raised above her head and her shield covering her body, she brought it down only to be blocked by Deimos' blade, as expected. She continued to stab at him, but he continued to play on the defensive. Her anger began to rise higher and higher as he denied her the privilege of an actual fight, but she kept it from turning it into blind rage.

"Fight me!" she yelled.

Deimos sensed her anger and decided to mess with her much further. The aged Sith Lord pulled back and began to dodge each strike. Emerald was infuriated by his tricks and schemes. Deimos then caught the sword with both hands and snatched it out her own, a look of surprise on her face. The man grabbed the sword by the blade and knocked the dragon onto the ground with the handle of sword, he finally tossed the sword at her, which then landed beside her head.

She groaned in pain as she got back up, recovering from the damage. She picked up her sword and shield and ran at him once more. But Deimos decided to send her back to the ground again; he closed his eyes and concentrated the force into his right hand, shifting the sword onto his left. He waited until Emerald finally got close, then he struck. Deimos pulled back his fist and shot out at her, Emerald instinctively raised her shield, but was not prepared for the impact. The force strengthened him and he put all that power into his right hand, sending out a shockwave on the point of impact, launching the girl halfway to the other side of the arena. She slid on her back, still shocked by his power.

As she began to get back up, Deimos concentrated and searched for Thea in the crowd, but he found her in the battle gates, along with... every other slave and prisoner. What was going on in the prison? Wha-

Emerald finally made her way to him. Noticing the large fist-sized dent in her shield, she tossed it aside. The green dragon ran faster towards him, her sword poised to strike. Deimos noticed this and tried to move away, only to be sliced across the side with her blade.

Deimos looked at his minor injury before turning back to look at her.

The plan was already foiled, why bother with her anymore?

She charged at him again, and swung down with her sword. Deimos caught the blade in mid-swing and pulled it out of her grasp, he kicked her away, watching as the man snapped her sword in half over his knee. Emerald crawled away and stood back up, pulling out the spear and tried to stab him again.

Deimos caught the spear as well and snapped off the spearhead, grabbed the rod and smashed it against her face. He then took the spearhead and threw it at her, lodging itself into her shoulder.

"Ahh!!" she cried out, but tried to manage through the pain. She pulled out the blade and tossed it aside.

This time she brought her hands up in a fighting stance.

"Do you really think that I would give you an honorable fight if I just dropped my weapons?" Deimos asked, twirling his blade.

"Would it hurt to please the crowds?" she mocked.

"So you want me to kill you?" Deimos said, popping his knuckles.

"I want a worthy fight!!" she yelled, running at him once more, attempting to strike him. Deimos smirked, catching her fist with his left hand and backhanding her in the face with his right, sending her back onto the yellow sand.

"Do you let your enemies hit you until they get tired, just so you can finish them off during their fatigue? If so, the force prevents me from tiring out. He said, picking up his sword.

"The sooner you're gone, the faster I can come up with another plan," he said, raising his sword to finish her off. The crowd cheering as they began to witness this event.

Deimos turned around at the sound of the cages opening once more, ready to fight what came through those gates while ignoring the injured dragoness behind him.

The gates opened, revealing every prisoner and slave in the Pit prisons. Hordes of ponies, griffons, dragons, exiled changelings, and other species that couldn't be made out, carrying weapons. Each of them as confused as he was, until the announcer spoke.

"Gladiators! Slaves! The leaders of the Pit plan to make a deal with all of you, whoever kills the man known as Deimos, will be guaranteed complete freedom!" he said, they all turned to him. Deimos dropped his sword and reached for his lightsabers, remembering the feeling of the metallic hilt.

The first one, a large pony charged after him, screaming obscenities. Deimos merely sidestepped and snapped the ponies neck with the force.

That was when the rest of the crowd charged at him, eager to tear him apart. Deimos activated his lightsabers, cutting down those closest to him with the red blades.

After the first few deaths, they got the hint that he and his sabers were dangerous, so they all began to circle him. Deimos carefully studied their intent.

Then one of the gladiators, a young griffon, spoke up, "This is a bad idea. He said that whoever killed him would be free, that means they are referring to only one of us. So they will just choose one of us and let us go, going back where we were before. As slaves."

"You're right," one of the slaves turned to him.

"Only one can be free and the rest will be imprisoned. You're better off dead!" he said, stabbing him in the neck with a knife.

Before Deimos knew it, the slaves began murdering each other for the sake of not wanting to be imprisoned again, and if they are lucky enough to kill Deimos.

But the Sith had other ideas on his mind. If he wanted to escape this place, he would have to improvise.

Another charged at him, he stabbed the slave with his lightsaber without even looking. But unbeknownst to him, another gladiator was sneaking upon him with a rather large dagger, waiting for his moment to strike.

*CLANG!*

Deimos quickly turned to see the gladiator unconscious, with Thea standing over him with a large silver plate.

"Sorry I took so long," she said sheepishly.

"You're late," he said.

"Well I had to improvise," Thea smirked, handing him the explosives.

The gates continued to open, releasing more and more prisoners upon them. It was as if an entire army was unleashed upon the arena, all aimed for him.

Deimos watched as hundreds of slaves surrounded both him and Thea once more. Every gladiator doing their best to intimidate, as though they were mindless beasts.

"Well, it's been nice knowing ya," Thea said.

"Likewise," he said, holding up his lightsabers, waiting for his last fight. The first wave ran straight for them.

But that fight never came. Emerald jumped in the way and sliced through them like they were made of air. She turned to the Sith Lord and bowed in respect. Deimos noticed that she wielded his sword.

"You better give me one good reason why I shouldn't gut you right here, right now," Deimos said, shooting lightning at another prisoner.

"Because you have beaten me in combat. I have faced almost everyone in this arena and I have never lost," she said, slicing through another prisoner.

"So?"

"So you come out of the blue and begin beating your enemies like it was nothing to you. I thought you would be my greatest challenge, my one ticket out of here," Emerald continued.

"Get to the point," he said.

"The point is that you have beaten me in combat. I wish to help you, champion of the Pit, to escape this place and help you whenever I can, including escaping this wretched place," she said.

"So in a way, you're swearing a life debt to me?" Deimos asked. He was curious, he had heard of wookies swearing life debts to others. Like Zaalbar swearing the debt to Revan. But it was also not uncommon for Trandoshans to do the same, and she seemed to fit the description of the species, more or less.

"Yes, that is a much easier explanation," she said, impressed by Deimos' success for simplifying her explanation.

"Thea, is the charge set?" Deimos asked.

"That's the problem, the explosive needs to be manually charged. It's like it was meant for suicide runs. What kind of idiot makes these kinds of things?"

"Stand back," Deimos said, preparing to improvise once more.

He took a step back and held out his hand, immediately firing a bolt of lightning at the bomb. The charge exploded, creating a giant fireball that engulfed the wall, sending bricks and rocks that pelted everyone within the vicinity. Deimos kept his hand up, repelling anything that comes in range. The smoke cleared, leaving a crater and a missing part of a wall.

Thea was on the verge of both cheering and crying in joy, but that stopped when prison guards emerged from the gates. Four creatures: Thistle, Oracle, Onyx, and Lore; each of their faces filled with rage as they saw the prisoners' opportunities for freedom.

Deimos turned to the other two as they began to run, "We must leave while they are caught up in the anarchy."

"I may know a way out of the desert," Thea piped up, Deimos stared at her.

"How?"

"I have a good memory. When I was brought here, I memorized the path. I was captured near Dodge Junction. So if my memory serves as correct, then we must head in that direction," she said, pointing slightly to the north.

"What will we expect there?" Emerald asked as they continued to run in that direction.

"Right now, we're on a small spot between the Griffon Empire and Equestrian Kingdoms borders. We'll expect buffalo on nomadic travels, dragon caves, monsters of many shapes and sizes, griffon and pony military camps, and, unfortunately, the changeling hives," she explained.

"Quite the dilemma," Deimos remarked.

"So Thistle chose the most dangerous spot on Equus and everything here will want to kill us, just great," Emerald grunted.

"You didn't know?" Deimos asked.

"Never been outside these walls, I was born in the Pit," she explained, slowing down to a walk.

"You think they're following us now?" Thea asked.

Deimos closed his eyes and searched through the force, sensing little to no life, except underground animals burrowing in the sand.

"They didn't follow us, at least not yet. It won't take long for one of them to track us down," he said as they continued walking.

And so they began their journey back to civilization, and Deimos' mission to meet with his apprentices again.


Nightfall...

Naero stood before the four creatures, "You followed the plan, and he escaped. You had every prisoner released and they turned against one another. How Deimos is still alive, I wonder."

"He was unpredictable, I promise we won't fail again," Thistle said.

"That's correct, you won't. That's why you all are tracking him down," Naero commanded.

Oracle's eyes widened, Onyx hissed in anger, while Thistle and Lore didn't mind.

"Why us?" the pony demanded.

"Us four are the leaders of the Pit. We gathered all these prisoners, we'll have no trouble capturing a mere fugitive," Lore boasted.

"Good, but you have one problem," Naero said.

"And that is?"

"He's a Sith. And better yet, human. Kidnapping a man may be easy, But capturing a human that is a Sith? This will be most challenging task you will ever take. And I'm not letting you back out," Naero smirked.

"And why aren't you going?"

"Oh I am going, I will make sure you are doing your jobs. If you don't, well..." he activated his lightsaber, then the second blade. Naero then pressed a button on his blade, making the saber's blades begin to spin increasingly faster until it became a circle of red plasma.

"You will suffer terrible consequences," Naero explained, shutting off his lightsaber.

The four nodded in fear.

"Now get moving!" the man yelled, the four walked off to begin their mission.

Naero turned back and left the Pit and climbed into his ship, taking off into the air.

"I will hunt you down, Deimos, and bring your body to the Emperor, dead or alive," he said with an evil grin on his face.