Title: Blue
Rating: K
Summary: It was the blue blade that Darth Vader knew so well.
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That hilt was familiar; the blue blade hummed with a power he'd known before.
And the hands of Luke Skywalker were wrapped around the hilt he knew so well. The glowing weapon struck in a glaringly bright arc, striking the red blade that he held in his own head.
Blue was the color of the Jedi; it symbolized innocence, purity, focus, and peace. It was the saving grace of endangered cities and the herald of a Jedi Knight's arrival. Blue was the light side, the flawless flow of energy from Jedi to weapon, in a single seamless union.
And that blue was his.
But no longer.
The red blade was his, and it was the red blade that sliced through the bone and muscle and skin of the new owner of his blue lightsaber, cutting off the hand that held what was his.
And the silvery hilt, built for aggression and attack, fell through the air, twisting and disappearing into the depths of Cloud City.
It was his blue no more.
Darth Vader's lightsaber was in his hands.
Anakin Skywalker was dead, and now his weapon was gone. The last vestiges of blue were destroyed.
No more Jedi. No more peace.
Just anger.
And maybe that was for the best.