Minions and servants could be drawn in to the service of the dark side by the temptation of power. They could be given small tastes of what it offered, as an owner might share morsels from the table with his faithful curs. In the end, however, there could be only one true Sith Master. And to serve this Master, there could be only one true apprentice.
Two there should be; no more, no less. One to embody the power, the other to crave it. The Rule of Two.
This was the knowledge that would lead the dark side into a new age. A revelation that would bring an end to the infighting that had defined the order for a thousand generations. The Sith would be reborn, the new ways would be swept away, and Bane would be the one to do it.
But first he would have to destroy the Brotherhood. Kaan, Qordis, all who had studied with him on Korriban, all the Masters on Ruusan, had to be purged until he alone remained.
Darth Bane, Lord of the Sith. The title was his by right; there was no other strong enough in the dark side to challenge him. The only question that remained was who was worthy of being his apprentice. And how he would eliminate the others.
'Bane!' Kas'im's voice cut off his thoughts midstream. 'I come with an invitation from Lord Kaan.'
Bane leapt to his feet, whipping out his lightsaber, enraged at being disturbed on the cusp of enlightenment. He glared at Kas'im, as angry at himself for being too engrossed in his own thoughts to sense the Twi'lek's presence as he was at the interruption.
'How did you find me?' he asked, casting out with his mind to see who else might have invaded the Rakatan Temple and its inner sanctum. He felt a mixture of relief and disappointment when he realized Kas'im was alone. He had been hoping for one more… but she must have chosen not to come.
'Lord Kaan told me you had come to this world. Once I entered the atmosphere, I simply followed the Valcyn's beacon,' the Blademaster replied. 'How Lord Kaan knew you would be here I couldn't say.'
Bane suspected Githany must have told him, but he didn't bother telling that to the Twi'lek. Instead he asked, 'Did Kaan send you to kill me?'
Kas'im gave a slight nod. 'If you will not join the Brotherhood, I will leave your corpse on this barren and forgotten world.'
'Barren?' Bane echoed, incredulous. 'How can you say that? The dark side is strong here. Far stronger than it ever was on Korriban. This is where we will find the power to destroy the Jedi, not in Kaan's Brotherhood!'
'Korriban was once a place of great power, too,' his former instructor countered. 'Over the centuries thousands of Sith have explored its secrets, and none of them discovered any great strategy to defeat our enemy.' The Twi'lek ignited his double-bladed lightsaber before continuing. 'It is time to end this foolish quest, Bane. The old ways have failed. The Jedi defeated those who followed them: Exar Kun, Darth Revan. they all lost! We have to find a new philosophy if we want to defeat them.'
For a brief moment Bane felt the faint flicker of excitement. Kas'im's words echoed his own thoughts. Was it possible the Blademaster was the apprentice he sought?
Kas'im's next words brought Bane's hopes crashing down. 'Kaan understands this. That is why he created the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood is the future of the dark side.'
Bane shook his head. The Blademaster was as blind as all the others. For that he had to die. 'Kaan is wrong. I will never follow him. I will never join the Brotherhood.'
Kas'im sighed. 'Then your life ends here.' And be leapt in, his weapon moving with far more speed than he had ever shown during their practice sessions.
Parrying the first sequence Bane realized his former Master had always been holding something in reserve. just as Bane himself had done in the early stages of his battle against Sirak. Only now was he seeing Kas'im's true ability, and he was barely able to defend himself. Barely, but still able.
His opponent grunted in surprise when Bane warded him off, then stepped back to regroup. He'd come in hard and fast, expecting to end their battle quickly. Now he had to reevaluate his strategy.
'You're better than you were when we last fought,' he said, clearly impressed and making no attempt to hide it.
'So are you,' Bane responded.
Kas'im lunged in again, and the room was filled with the hiss and hum of lightsabers striking each other half a dozen times in the space of two heartbeats. Bane would have been carved to ribbons had he tried to react to each move individually. Instead he simply called upon the Force, letting it flow through him and guide his hand. He gave himself over to the dark side completely, without reservation. His weapon became an extension of the Force, and he responded to the Twilek's unstoppable attack with an impenetrable defense.
Then he went on the attack. In the past he had always been afraid to surrender his will to the raw emotions that fueled the dark side. Now he had no such limitations; for the first time he was calling on his full potential.
He drove Kas'im back with furious slashes, forcing his old mentor into a backpedaling retreat across the floor of the chamber. Kas'im flipped back and out through the door into the hall beyond, but Bane was relentless in his pursuit, leaping forward and coming within a centimeter of landing a crippling blow to the Twilek's leg.
His strike was turned aside at the last second, but he quickly followed it up with another series of powerful thrusts and stabs. The Blademaster continued to give ground, pushed inexorably back by the raging storm of Bane's onslaught. Each time he tried to change tactics or switch forms, Bane anticipated, reacted, and seized the advantage.
The outcome was inevitable. Bane was simply too strong in the Force. Only some unexpected maneuver could save Kas'im, but they had fought too many times in the past for him to surprise Bane now. Over the course of his training Bane had seen every possible sequence, series, move, and trick with the double-bladed lightsaber, and he knew how to counter and nullify them all.
The Blademaster became desperate. Leaping, spinning, ducking, rolling: he was wild and reckless in his retreat, seeking now only to escape with his life. But he didn't know the Temple like Bane did. Bane kept the routes to the outside cut off, slowly herding his opponent into a dead-end hallway.
