The Multiverse Hunter

Bang Bang BOOOOOOOOOOM!

Heavy cannon fire rained down on the remnants of the Jedi army. With their fighter jets destroyed and their defences crumbling, the once-organised force found themselves helpless against the Sith fleet dominating the skies. Bombs dropped mercilessly, leaving trails of destruction and death in their wake.

It was nothing short of a massacre. Soldiers fell left and right—some killed instantly in the explosions, while others lay screaming on the ground, their limbs blown off and their lives reduced to excruciating moments of agony.

The battlefield was filled with cries of pain and despair, the air thick with smoke and the metallic scent of blood.

Among the ranks of the Jedi's soldiers were players, their presence now a grim reminder of the folly of their participation in this war. Many turned and fled, unable to face the carnage. Others froze where they stood, paralysed by the sheer terror and chaos engulfing them.

The ringing of bombs and the sight of dismembered comrades around them had shaken their very souls.

At the frontline, Ali pulled his quinque free from the corpse of a Jedi, the grotesque weapon dripping with blood. He cast a cold, detached glance over the battlefield, surveying the piles of bodies strewn across the terrain. Sith, Jedi, soldiers—it didn't matter. All lay together in death.

"This should be the last one…" Ali muttered, his voice devoid of emotion. The frontline was littered with the corpses of Jedi who had fallen to his hand. He had killed most of the fallen Jedi at the frontline.

He turned his gaze to the sky just as Drogath came hurtling through the air, a body slung over his massive shoulder. Drogath landed near Ali with a thunderous crash, the ground cracking beneath his feet.

"Medics!" Ali commanded, his sharp voice cutting through the noise. A group of Sith medics rushed to the scene, their black uniforms pristine in contrast to the carnage around them. Ali directed them toward Drogath, who carefully placed the body of the teen girl on the ground.

The medics removed the helmet from the unconscious figure, revealing Reka's face. Once innocent and untouched, her features were now scarred by the Sith's twisted experiments.

Cybernetic implants extended from the corners of her mouth up to the crown of her head, gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Drogath's expression darkened as he stared at her altered visage. His massive fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white. Rage and frustration simmered within him, barely contained.

Ali, however, remained unmoved. His cold gaze remained fixed on the medics as they examined Reka.

"She's alive," one of them confirmed. "Exhaustion from Force overuse. She'll recover."

Drogath exhaled heavily, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly. But his scowl deepened as he spotted two women standing at a distance, their armour identical to Reka's. They hovered nervously, clearly watching over the girl but unwilling to approach with Drogath so near.

"Check his shoulder," Ali commanded, gesturing to Drogath's arm.

The giant looked down to see blood dripping from a nasty gash in his shoulder, his black armour riddled with scorch marks and lightsaber burns. He sighed and sat heavily on the ground, allowing the medics to tend to him.

Farther down the battlefield, Malgrith barked orders as Sith soldiers combed through the carnage, ensuring that no Jedi or Republic soldiers survived. Those found alive were swiftly executed, their final moments marked by the cold efficiency of the Sith war machine.

Ali sat on a large rock, his gaze drifting over the devastated battlefield. Corpses lay in every direction, a silent testament to the horrors of war.

'This is all because of me,' he thought coldly, his expression unreadable. 'If I'd been teleported to the other side instead, the Jedi would be the ones celebrating victory right now.'

Renella approached quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Her green eyes searched his face, concern softening her features.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, her voice tender.

"You know my body regenerates from everything," Ali replied without looking at her.

"I'm not talking about the wounds on your body," she said softly, sitting beside him. "I mean the wounds inside."

Ali's gaze remained fixed on the battlefield as he sensed movement in the distance. "I've done worse things than this. Stuff like this don't affect me," he replied, his tone as cold as ever. He stood abruptly, leaping off the rock without another word.

Renella watched his back as he walked away, her expression filled with quiet sadness. 'What kind of past does someone have to live through to have eyes like that?' she wondered.

Natalya staggered across the battlefield, stepping over corpse after corpse. Her blue lightsaber dragged along the ground, leaving a faint trail of scorch marks in its wake. Her once vibrant eyes were dull and lifeless, her face streaked with dirt and blood.

The Sith soldiers nearby raised their blasters at her, but their comms buzzed with a sharp order: "Stand down."

Ali stood at the frontline, waiting for her. His posture was relaxed, his hands empty, but his presence radiated menace. He watched her approach, his gaze unflinching.

Natalya kept walking, her steps slow and unsteady.

Step. Step. Step. Step.

Finally, she stopped, her forehead bumping against Ali's chest. She didn't move, keeping her head rested there as tears streamed down her face.

"W-why me?" she muttered, her voice trembling.

Ali looked down at her, silent for a moment. He felt the warmth of her tears soaking into his uniform.

"Do you want to live?" he asked, his tone even and emotionless.

Her head snapped back, and she looked up at him, her tear-filled eyes wide with disbelief. A bitter smile twisted her lips as she let out a shaky laugh.

"You… you're really an evil… evil… evil bastard," she whispered, staring into his blackened eyes.

SWISH!

UGH!

Natalya swung her blue lightsaber upward in a desperate strike, but Ali was faster. Before she could react, he plunged his hand deep into her stomach, his arm sinking past flesh and muscle.

Her lightsaber fell from her hand as her legs gave out beneath her. Ali caught her as she collapsed, gently lowering her to the bloodstained ground. He pulled his hand free, leaving a gaping hole in her abdomen.

Natalya gasped for air, her breaths shallow and uneven. She looked up at him, her expression a mix of pain and fear.

"I… I'm scared…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. She was only a normal university student a short time ago and then her world turned upside down and she found herself fighting in fictional worlds. A young women like her wasn't ready to die at all…

Ali knelt beside her, his cold eyes locking onto hers. "Do not regret," he said. "Think of your most precious memories and be thankful you lived those moments."

Natalya turned her head away, her gaze drifting upward. Through the smoke-filled sky, the sun broke through, casting a faint golden light over her face.

"I miss my mom…" she murmured, her voice fading as her hand slipped from his and fell lifelessly to the ground. Those were Natalya's last words.

Ali closed her eyes with his fingers and stood, walking away without a backward glance.

'A small boy strapped to a cold metal cross with metal chains strapped around him in a dark…dark place hoped every second that someone like you Natalya would come and save him…In the end Nobody came and that boy died a very slow death in that dark…dark place'

Ali walked back to where Drogath and Renella waited. The giant Sith warrior sat on the ground, his wound freshly stitched and his armour partially removed to allow the medics to tend to him. Renella stood nearby, watching Ali with an unreadable expression as he approached.

Neither of them asked about the Jedi he had confronted. The answer was evident in the slight splatter of fresh blood on his uniform and the cold, detached look in his eyes.

The medics had already left with Reka's unconscious body. Renella stepped down from the rock she had been leaning against and approached Drogath. Her hands began to glow faintly with a green energy as she moved them in deliberate patterns, weaving intricate symbols in the air.

Drogath frowned, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he looked between Renella and Ali.

"What are you doing?" Drogath asked, his voice laced with unease.

"She's making a seal," Ali answered calmly, standing a few feet away.

Drogath's frown deepened. "What kind of seal?"

Ali's expression didn't waver. "A seal that will weaken your connection to the Force."

Drogath's eyes widened in shock. "What? Why would you—"

"So you can live," Ali interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind.

"With this seal, you'll tell the Empire that you were gravely injured in battle and that your connection to the Force was permanently weakened. After that, you'll retire to Vorrangar and live with your family. You'll lead your people under the guise of working for the Empire. It's the only way to ensure your freedom."

Drogath's mouth opened as if to argue, but he quickly closed it, the weight of Ali's words settling over him. His massive shoulders slumped, and his expression softened. "And what about you?"

Ali met his gaze steadily. "This is where we part ways, big guy. You'll go on to live your life, and I'll continue on mine. I have my own path to follow, and I won't let the Empire dictate it."

Renella paused her weaving for a moment, glancing at Drogath with sympathy. He looked down at the ground, his thoughts clearly racing. After a long silence, he stood and raised a massive hand to his horn. With a sharp motion, he cut his palm on the tip of his horn, blood dripping down his fingers.

He extended his hand toward Ali.

"Thank you," Drogath said, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

Ali used his quinque to cut his own palm, then clasped Drogath's hand firmly. The two warriors stood in silence, their shared respect conveyed without words.

"You're welcome," Ali replied quietly.

As they released their grip, Renella approached Drogath and pressed her glowing hand against his chest. A burning mark seared itself into his skin, causing the giant to grunt in pain. The intricate seal shimmered faintly before fading into his flesh, leaving behind a faint scar-like design.

Drogath closed his eyes and reached for the Force, only to feel a sudden barrier blocking his power. He opened his eyes in confusion, his gaze snapping to Renella.

"Don't worry," Renella said softly. "I designed the seal so it will break in case of an emergency. If you ever need to use the full extent of your power, you'll be able to force your way through it."

Drogath sighed heavily, nodding in understanding.

A sleek black spaceship descended nearby, its engines humming as it landed on the blood-soaked battlefield. The ship's ramp extended, and the doors hissed open, revealing the empty interior.

"Well then," Ali said, gesturing toward the ship. "Your ride is here."

Drogath turned and walked toward the ramp, his massive frame seeming smaller as he ascended. At the top, he paused and looked back at Ali one last time. "Goodbye, my friend," he said solemnly.

"Goodbye, Drogath," Ali replied.

Renella lingered for a moment before stepping forward and hugging Ali in a tight embrace. "Don't die out there," she whispered into his ear, her voice tinged with both anger and sorrow.

Ali smirked faintly, his hands resting lightly on her back. "No promises."

She pulled away and gave him one last look before stepping onto the ship. The doors sealed behind her, and the spacecraft's engines roared to life. Within seconds, it lifted off, disappearing into the smoke-filled sky.

Ali stood alone, the battlefield silent save for the distant crackle of fires and the faint hum of Sith machinery. He turned and faced the destruction he had caused, his sharp eyes scanning the ruins of the once-proud Jedi army.

"I came here in a cage," he muttered to himself, "and now I leave on a battlefield. This was a fun adventure."

The blue lights began to envelop his body, Ali's hands faded into glowing particles.

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Author here, with this chapter I close the Star Wars journey, what an incredible experience writing this has been, tiring, exhilarating, and most of all fun.

So, how did you guys find my finale, I tried my best with filling it with action and tying up any loose ends before Ali leaves. Also thank you all for the incredible support you have all shown me through the Star Wars chapters, the ff has grown massively with so many new readers and supporters, I hope you will find the future chapters even better.