STAR WARS
Rise of the Empire
NOTE: This is set in between eps 3 and 4, and it probably won't fit in with the story at all-oh yeah-i dont own star wars-if i did, I would not be here now would I?
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Darkness.
This is what gripped at the young Jedi's blood stained robes. Machinery hummed around her, ignoring her existence. So the Empire had found her. No where to hide on Coruscant.
Light.
In a series of loud bangs, bright light whipped into her sight, illuminating her small square cell. She shielded her face and tried to get a hold of the situation but it was slipping through her hands like water.
"Hello?"
She called. If se was going to die, she'd like to see her murderer. She bashed against the walls, over and over again. BANG BANG BANG. No answer sounded. She screamed.
Psssst.
The wall before her began to rise. She jumped back, startled against the wall, reaching for her lightsabre. Empty air! That was not good. She focused on the sight ahead of her, and it began to appear is if in slow motion.
Black.
Black shoes. Black Cape. Black tunic. Black mask. A mask that was the face of horror-the terror of the galaxy that invaded nightmares of all below it like the most powerful army ever born. And the man behind it...
Vader.
He drew a long, bone-chilling breath and stepped forward, drawing a lightsabre. It wasn't the hellish red glow of a sith's lightsabre though-it was...green!
Hers.
The Jedi slid up the wall, flattening herself to keep as much distance as she could from the Sith Lord. Calm down, she told herself-use mind games to stall him, then you may think as free as a Naboo bird. But how to get to him?
Skywalker.
"Anakin Skywalker-you are no Sith." She stuttered, trying to stay strong. He simply kept on walking, slowly but surely. "You are a Jedi, and one of the best. Please, you can help us..."
Halt.
Vader came to a stop, and held his breath.
"I am a Sith Lord, and you are Jedi." Vader spat. "There is no compromise. I belong to the Empire, and you belong to the pitiful Jedi Order, soon to be handed over to death."
Damn.
This wasn't working. The Jedi tried desperately to think-sweat poured like rain mixed wit tears down her face. To live, she only had one choice. It was not noble. She suddenly filled herself with anger and hatred-completely against her training, but Master died in the revolt. A dark cloud spilled heat all through her body. She lunged at Vader, but he caught her using the force by the throat mid-air.
Gasping.
Vader rasied his head and let out what sounded like an audio-enhanced cough. Then the Jedi realised that he was laughing.
"You try to defeat me with the Dark side of the Force?" Vader mocked. "I am The Dark Side of the Force!"
Crack.
He threw her violently to the floor. Then he raised the lightsabre. The last thing the Jedi felt was pain, her last smell, smoke, her last sound, a scream-her last sight, Vader's mask before a swish o sudden red...
Death.