Blasters pop all around me, the bolts shattering against crates and walls. Missing like always. I stand amongst a group of stormtroopers, they crouch in battle formation, firing bolts at resistance guzzlers who close in on us.
I hold my lightsaber, concealed and steady. Clamping down on the handle till the bright beam appears before me. Glowing purple, warming me as I shiver in the cold. I feel the forces power wrap around my body, as I cast bolts to the side, hearing them shatter on impact.
Moments later, my pace grows as more bolts come my way. Some bounce of my "blade", just to hit stragglers , I ignore their bodies falling, lifeless.
A soldier falls next to me, blasted. He grunts, but falls dead almost instantly. I push back the feeling, a feeling that would have fazed me as a Jedi. Compassion blinds and distracts. I push off the ground, to avenge the fallen trooper. He fought well.
Coming down maybe fourty feet from the group, I trample a rebel. He falls, immediately reaching for his gun; I kick it away, and drag him up using the force. He squirms around, grimacing as I throw him at his counterpart. They fall with each other, and get blasted down.
Hacking away fire, I slaughter my enemies. Dragging myself through their lines with frightening confidence. They back away, but refuse to give in to my intimidating step. Most retaliating with blasters, some test me with meter weapons of sort. I make way with ease.
Then, I feel a fluctuation in the unbothered power given to me by the force. A selfish pull. The presence of someone powerful is pulling on the force. Someone I know. Someone I loved. Someone I love.
Josieh.
I sneer, and turn to the group of stormtroopers. He bounced from man to man, killing each one. Without second thought, I pounce— both of us rolling past the group onto the dirty terrain.
I pull myself, to be met with the gaze of my love. The one I vowed to love. His eyes are saddened, but he looks on with serious written all over him.
He looks as attractive as ever; I pant in exhaustion, and force myself to hack in his direction. Our lightsabers snare onto each other in between us, sparks flying everywhere. The piercing squeal reverberates with my next hack, deflected as well. I follow him as he steps back.
I try to ignore his gaze, while I deflect his return. Our arms lock into place again, and we continue to cleave at each other. Spit and sweat trails down the skin on my neck.
I retaliate with another swing, it again smashes against his irradiate lance, I feel the power course through my arms as I hack again pushing him back. His boots dig into the dirt. Stepping forward, I'm forced to step back and hop over his swing. I beg defense with a remediate assault.
"Your fury is blinding you." He says blocking my vicious swings.
"Your compassion weakens you. I can see it in your eyes. You pity me." my voice skews between us.
"Why wouldn't I, love? You've fallen." matter-of-factly. My eyes grow moist at his words. Love.
I pause, and he takes his chance to swing. I raise my arm, and his lightsaber slams against mine. Creating a beautiful color. The color of forgotten reverence shines between us.
"Don't." pushing him back. The force vibrates with my blood. The power is far beyond seductive. It's god-like. He stumbles on his feet, and looks at me with deep sorrow.
A trooper fires at Josieh, he deflects it at me. Which I knock the bolt back. It whizzed past his head as he cringes.
"Ezir." he looks at me, wind pulls his robe back, "Don't do this." his words hurt. He still believes in the Jedi Order. I lunge forward, meeting him with all my hatred for those who separated us.
"We could have been great." my voice is gruff and snappy. I slam the side of my lightsaber into his, and we press against each other. Tears fall down my cheeks as our gaze locks into place. His eyes are so beautiful.
"We still could." his voice is hopeful, but intense.
"Not like this we can't. Why do you stand with the Jedi? You're strong, don't let them push you down. We can rule this galaxy together." I slam my purple aside, and hise follows, meeting right next to his side. We both strain to win the perry.
Our lightsabers slide as we push harder. I internally grasp onto what ability I have, and use all of it to push Josieh up. He releases his push, and kicks me backwards. I fall backwards and he falls to the ground, knees bent.
I back up and jump to the surrounding cliff. Grabbing onto the vines that lay on the edge. My feet dig into the crumbling wall.
He follows next to me, we both struggle to perry each other while maintaining a proper hold. My lightsaber slides out of my hand during a cross, and he gashes my side. I scream as the searing blade runs across my trap section. Flipping off the cliff in response, I pull my light saber in, and continue to jump around as Josieh chases after me.
A few of the troopers back me up, by shooting at him. Slowing him down— I recover from the pain and assault him from the side. He flips up onto the edge and tries to kick my off, but I jump back to the ground.
"Why would you ever want this?" he screams from the top. He looks down on me with an ever growing sadness in his voice.
"I could ask you the same thing… love." I feel a pang of guilt as we clash once again. Hacking at each other like adolescent wolves. Fighting with no purpose. I could never kill him. I feel his lightsabers wound burn as we move around; It peaks whenever I bounce off the wall.
Moments later, I hear the shooting stop. We both look down to see that the troopers have finished off what was left of the rebellion. The are now turned peering up, their guns pointed at Josieh.
"He glances at me, "I love you Ezir." just as he turns and runs off into the landscape. The soldiers start firing in his direction in vein. I turn to walk away, practically crying. Not a tear has fallen.