Chapter 89

  The war between me and the Sith Eternals has continued for tenish years. I say tenish years because time here is an awkward thing. Exegol is a broken planet saturated with the dark side, and I'm not sure it even has a stable rotation around the sun. I suspect that Exegol is a rogue planet that has drifted into a nebula and found a perfect Goldilocks area where life can be sustained.

  I shake my head to get rid of my useless thoughts and sucked on a protein pack. The Sith Eternals are alive, and with them being alive, they have to eat. I found their food stash but was disappointed to find that all of it was contaminated with a flesh virus that didn't affect them because the Sith Eternals are all clones and are bred to be immune. The Sith Enternals seemed to rely on the tainted food to survive; without it, they lose common sense and become thralls to their negative base instincts, which on a planet that pumps negative emissions like oxygen, has a stunning effect. My doppelgangers purposely capture lone Sith Eternals just to starve them into a berserk state and then toss the thrall Sith into the enemy and watch the fun.

  The protein packs I suck on are from the clone machines I've found. Protein is needed to make the clones, and before the genetic material is added, I take it for food. It's a hair's breadth away from eating humans, but I don't have a choice. It comes in one giant vat container and is always grey like boiled chicken, the taste is metallic.

  Mushrooms are also part of my diet. With expert care coming from my abilities I trained as a grower of fine food, I adapted the light side force power "plant surge" to develop a mushroom from the spores that naturally attached themselves to my clothes. Of course, my doppelgangers have turned them into a weapon as well as a food source. The Sith Eternals have their virus, and my doppelgangers have developed giant forests of toxic mushrooms using dark-side Alchemy.

  To counter the toxic mushrooms, the Sith use flames to burn down the invading mushrooms, but that turns on the Sith quickly when they find out that my doppelgangers have tied the growth and spores to the dark side of Exegol so when they are destroyed they spread like wildfire and propagate further infecting even more space. My doppelgangers go into battle with giant mushrooms just so they can lob them into a crowd of Sith Eternals and watch the Sith rip out their throats to clear the toxic mushroom spores. Unfortunately for me, the Sith Eternals adapt to the mushrooms with a fresh batch of clones. The planet is covered with my mushrooms, and they are here to stay.

  The war has become an adaption race. The Sith deploy grab mines that jump out of the ground and attach to my doppelgangers when they pass, causing my doppelgangers to fight on the canopy of giant mushrooms and fly to avoid them. The counter to the grab mines was reprogramming the mines and tricking them into exploding on the Sith. It took a long time to reprogram the first mine, and a lot of doppelgangers faded out of existence due to an unexpected explosion, but when we succeeded, my labyrinth program took over and turned the Sith's weapon against them. It was pleasant to witness my enemy pussy footing around searching for my doppelgangers and getting demolished by their mines. After that, they stopped deploying grab mines.

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  Droids were introduced to the war by the Sith, but they soon scrubbed the idea when my doppelgangers easily reprogramed them to fight for me. After all, even though I'm a master of the force, I was a master at making and programming droids first.

  I've heard many soft-brained idiots say that war isn't good for anything, but I and my doppelgangers would argue otherwise. Ten years of constant warfare with little resources and a never-ending, well-supplied enemy have caused my abilities to grow.

  A good example would be air battles. It used to be that my doppelgangers had to get close to bombers so they could use their force lightning,g but they have adapted their lightning skill to long-distance laser beams that can penetrate armour from focus fire and leave a pinprick hole that's enough to destabilize machinery using the light side force power "Ioinze". The laser beam doesn't have to be a good shot when the effects of lightning spread out and the effects of Ionize destroy machinery like cotton candy in water. It's probably why the Sith aren't using air support and are focused on tough ground forces that can tank the excess mines and deflect my beams.

  The war was like an ocean tide; sometimes I would gain an advantage, and other times, a new tool or poison would be effectively used.

  I was about to order a new attack using an extreme use of force speed that a doppelganger had invented when I received a visitor.

  "Busy, you have been. Long time it has"

  I jumped on the spot, drawing out my last lightsaber and bounced off the wall with such strength and speed that the wall cracked like a web and fired four individual light beams from my fingertips that passed through the spectral image of Yoda.

  My attack was dulled down as I paused from hearing Yoda's terrible crackling laugh that always reminded me of a witch mixing potions in a cauldron.

  "Scare easily, you do. Frighten cat, you jump like"

  My yellow eyes relaxed, and the pent-up anger I momentarily felt from being surprised vanished to be replaced with sadness. If Yoda was here in a spectre form, it meant he was one with the force and had died.

  I raised my hand to touch Yoda's ghost-clawed hand. This was my first time experiencing a powerful learned Jedi taking the form of a ghost. I had seen many a Sith ghost-like creature, but this was different. Yoda's hand was there; I could see it and even feel it through the force, but as my fingers passed through Yoda's claw, my senses told me there was more to this.