This first chapter is very short. Post-RotS, non-suit Vader. Vader, Siri, and Obi-Wan are closer in age than in the movies. Aaaaand...go!
Disclaimer: This is Lucas' playground, I just felt like swinging on the swing for a little bit. His creation, not mine.
Chapter 1
The emptiness was overwhelming.
The feelings of surprise and despair palpable.
Siri Tachi stood in the middle of a large, cavernous chamber. She had long ago forgotten the name and the purpose of this particular room. Did we learn about Hutt politics in here? she asked herself. No matter now. No one would be learning anything here any time soon.
She felt as if she was physically being assaulted by the ghosts from the thousands of slaughtered Jedi.
Closing her eyes, she took a long, deep breath but didn't dare open up to the Force. The fear of discovery was very great right now. No need to make it easier for them to find her.
Even with her shields in place, the massacre had been so colossal and so tragic that she could not help but feel the residual effects echoing throughout her being.
Siri thought of her Master, wondering where she had fallen. Master Drallig. The padawans. She shuddered and shook her head.
Now was the time to start over. To begin anew. To erase the few memories still left.
She took another deep breath.
Slowly she began to turn around, still fighting the urge to let her shields down, to let out her essence and feel the world the way she had been taught.
Siri's boots made slight shuffling noises as they moved across the ancient floor with her turn, disturbing nothing save the dust.
She felt a sudden need to get out of the temple quickly and to get the kriff off Coruscant. She shoved the impulse down.
She knew enough from the holonews to know that the new Emperor and his apprentice would kill her just for being a Force user if they found her. She completed her slow turn and opened her eyes.
Without warning a hand was wrapped around her throat.
She looked up…up into a face she barely recognized.
She knew him, though. That face was etched into her memory forever.
When had he gotten so tall?
The scar on his face was disconcerting; she only remembered the young man she had last seen before leaving the Temple seven years before.
Siri felt the hand lifting her up by the throat, her feet leaving the ground. Suddenly she stopped moving, his hand loosening as his eyes finally registered who he was choking. They narrowed.
"You," He spat.
"Grk," she replied.
Black spots swam in her vision as she began to lose consciousness.
Smiling grimly, he started to tighten his hand around her throat again.