Competition: A Personal War?

Taysar opened his eyes, and saw himself slowly bleeding. The ship had just crashed on Korriban. Some of the wreckage had gone through his stomach. The metal stopped him from completely bleeding out, but lines of red streamed down the durasteel chunk lodged in his chest. Taysar knew he couldn’t make it through this one. Sure he could heal himself, if it was many minor cuts, but something like this? He would just have to wait for darkness to come, for Lord Death to take him to his kingdom. Taysar closed his eyes and waited.
Taysar felt himself floating, and opened his eyes. He awoke in a dark room. There was nothing to see all around. Taysar tried to move, but he couldn't. There was no gravity here, so Taysar seemed to spin around in this dark empty room.
“Why?” a voice called. Taysar knew this voice. It belonged to his Lord Death, his savior and mission. The question puzzled him though.
“Why what?” Taysar shouted in shiiriwook confused.
“Why have you given up? Why have you abandoned my cause?” Lord Death asked. His voice was even colder than before.
“I didn’t... I... I”
“You lie there, not even trying to save yourself.”
“How can I? If I move, I would die and still be here before you. Nothing would have changed!” Taysar said with growing worry that Lord Death would punish him.
“You are not dead yet.”
“Have I not earned your permission? Have I not done what you asked? Am I not worthy of your gracious kingdom? I died for you!” Taysar yelled.
“Not yet.”
“What have you done for me?” Taysar asked no longer afraid of what to come, “I have done YOUR work. I DIED FOR YOU! What have YOU done for ME?!”
“I saved you.” The area around Taysar seemed to streak by and they appeared in Taysar’s old village, atop the trees on Kashyyyk.
“What are we doing here? I’m not welcome here!” Taysar said with disgust. He had been exiled from his former home because he was labeled a Madclaw.
“This is only a memory. A memory of what I did for you.” Lord Death calmly said. They watched as memory Taysar lashed out at ten imperial officers that tried to take him as a slave. In the memory, Taysar unleashed his claws and tore the officers to shreds.
“I was that voice.” Lord Death said.
“What voice?” Taysar asked.
“The voice in the back of your head. The one that told you to use your claws. The one that freed you.”
“You got me banished from my home? You were the reason I lost almost everything?” Taysar said with growing anger. It was hard to keep it under wraps now.
The area around him disappeared, and sent him floating again in the darkness.
“I’m also the one that gave you everything. I gave you my cause, your followers, your tools,” Lord Death stated, “Even your friends. The ones trying to save you now as we speak.”
Taysar stopped and just floated there. His friends? Was he talking about the ones on the ship? He had just meet them. Sure they talked with each other on the ship, and had a fought together, but still.
“They will be your friends. They will be strong and support you. You will help them.” Lord Death said. Taysar only nodded. It was useless now to argue.
“There is also something else you must do.” Lord Death said in a much more serious tone now.
“What is it?” Taysar asked.
“There are those that would like to see me gone. When you return to the world of the living, you will hear my voice give you names. It will give you one at a time, telling you another after you kill the last. Those you kill are the ones who follow my brother, Lord Life. They are not together, not like you are with my other followers. That is your job.” Lord Death said ominously. Taysar was shocked. There were two things he had just learned. One: that Lord Death had a brother? Two: His followers wanted his Lord dead.
Taysar felt his body be compressed slightly.
“Now leave… you have work to do.” Lord Death said. Taysar felt his soul rush from the darkness and enter his body. Tevarias had fixed the gaping hole in his chest with Bacta and his own Force ability to heal.
I saw him... “ Taysar said weakly.
“Saw him? Saw who?” Tevarias asked puzzled.
“He told me I wasn't… done yet, that I… still had work to… do.” Taysar replied.
Tevarias merely shrugged and helped Taysar to his feet. This was what Lord Death was talking about. His friends, and now one of them had his life debt. He would protect him with his life. To die for a friend is the ultimate cause and has good benefits… especially when your lord accepts you into his kingdom afterwards.