A Winner is Two: Starkiller
Unknown Island
Starkiller woke to the sounds of gulls crying in the air. He opened his eyes to find himself on a beach of somekind. He grunted and pushed himself up off the sand. A sharp pain burst through his head and he fell back to the sand in agony. Memories assaulted his vision.
The Death Star. His fight with Vader. Senator Organa and his friends captured. Slaughtering thousands of stormtroopers and innocents alike. Shaak Ti as she fell into the Sarlaac Pit. His father. The Wookies as they cheered their cry of freedom. Smiling as he shocked an alien to death. The snap hiss of a lightsaber igniting. The smell of ash as he watched Imperial machines burn.
His mouth opened up in a silent scream and he fell down on the beach sobbing. All his life had been wasted. He had been in the servitude of others for his entire existence. His only companions were likely dead.
Speaking of dead. Didn't he die while trying to kill the emperor? Starkiller rubbed his arms and patted his torso. He was alive! At least it felt like he was alive. This was strange. He clearly remembered becoming one with the force to save the new Rebel Alliance.
Something at his feet caught his attention. It was an envelope. Starkiller snatched it off the sand and tore open the letter. The contents of the envelope fell out at his feet. It was a headset and what looked like an audio player.
Starkiller fitted the earphones snuggly on his head before he turned his attention to the audio player. He fumbled with the buttons before he finally got it to work.
"Hello Starkiller. I bet you are wondering why you are suddenly alive." a booming metalized voice spoke.
Starkiller inwardly flinched. The voice sounded similar to his former Master's. What if this was all a trap by Vader?
"I am not your Darth Vader in case you were wondering. I am known as Executive One. Bringing you back to life was no easy task, even to my supreme abilities. Almost lost my soul to a demon again as I wandered the astral plane."
Starkiller narrowed his eyes. Something was off about this man. He was speaking nonsense, there were no such things as demons.
"However I did not bring you back for free. I expect you to fight, in a tournament. You cannot escape this island. An energy barrier surrounds the island and the center of the Volcano. Should you win you will be provided funds and transport to where you wish to go. Loose. Well, let's just say one of our employees will be adding another saber to his collection. Good Luck." Executive One said.
Starkiller glared at the audio player. He did not trust the man, yet he couldn't refuse his offer either. He was at an impasse. During the past when he was trying to make a difficult choice he always had others to make it for him. This time however he was alone, without support and without information.
He would play this little game for now. But when he was through, Vader and the Empire would burn.
Starkiller activated his red lightsaber and headed inland. If there were Jedi he would ally himself with them, or destroy them.
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Starkiller's entry.