The Force Unleashed

Starkiller's Revenge

An Epic

By Predy96

Chapter I

The wind. The rain. The lightning. God, the lightning. Sometimes it was so powerful that it blinded all who dared look at it. The destruction. The blood. The BLOODLUST. But those things didn't compare to the rage. My God, the rage. It was horrible. He destroyed anything and anyone in his path. There was MURDER in his eyes. Those soft brown eyes. I never could've imagined someone such as Starkiller to show such fury. Never in all my years as an officer of the Rebellion have I seen a man like Starkiller lose it like he did. Nothing survived his rage. Imperials and Rebels alike fell victim to his sabres. Those ruby red blades cut down anything blocking his way to Vader. Hordes of troopers fell, headless, limbless, hundreds cut to pieces, their body parts flying everywhere. Ships and weapons and supplies were blown to scrap. Lightning so bright flew from his body and torched the soldiers and melted the pylons. Droids exploded or were deactivated, his anger was so powerful. If you had even a quarter of a brain you stayed clear of his path. The same cannot be said of the Imperials. By the time he had fled the planet, blood was seeping into the cracks of the floor everywhere. The lightning storm left with him. It was an awesome and terrifying sight. I watched as Rebel troopers swarmed the base, checking the bodies for anybody still left alive. Clean up droids put out the fires and scrapped the irrepairable fighters and ships.

"Commander Datkin!"

I turned to see Rhin Grabboth rushing towards me. He saluted and stood at attention. I waved him off.

"At ease. What is it?" I said.

"Sir, we have reports of fires erupting all over the generator complex below ground. We may have to evacuate the base!"

"Then find a way to contain the fires! We can't afford to lose another facility!"

Rhin nodded and hurried away to relay the message. I looked to the sky balefully. The Force help whoever stands in hs way to Vader.

She's dead. She's really dead. That single thought kept whizzing through Starkiller's mind as he piloted The Rogue Shadow through hyperspace. Vader would pay dearly for stealing Juno from him. Starkiller would make sure of that. He clenched his jaw tightly as streams of stars flew past in white-blue lines. He had totally destroyed the base in his fury. Killed hundreds, Imperials and Rebels alike. His own comrades. He pushed the thought away. FOCUS! A whine was emitted from the engines as he exited the hyperspace lanes. He was in Imperial space now. The planet Remordius Prime loomed before him in all its furious glory. A writhing rock of barely controlled fury and destruction of epic proportions, the Imperials used it as a factory for warships and drones alike. Before him was a fleet of Destroyers and Command ships blockading the planet from outsiders. He was going to need a code if he was to get by into the atmosphere. If the code he transferred to the relay didn't check out... well, he was prepared if things became...edgy. Sure enough, a holographic image of an Imperial officer popped up on his console.

"Imperial Star Destroyer Enforcer to personal star traveller Rogue Shadow. Relay Imperial codes for Sector 11-45-634 immediately."

Here goes nothing. Starkiller tapped the relay button and spoke carefully, and clearly.

"Imerial code for Sector 11-45-634: 461-53-663-781. Am I cleared for landing?"

There was a momentary pause as the Imperials ran over the code. Starkiller tensed, not sure if he would be cleared...

"Personal star traveller Rogue Shadow, you have been cleared for landing. You may proceed."

Starkiller just barely allowed a sigh of relief to escape his lips as he veered his ship towards Remordius Prime. Even so, he felt a gnawing sense creeping over him the closer he got to the docking bay. The sense that he would not survive his journey to Vader...

Vader watched as the craft descended to the planet from the atmosphere. His old apprentice was on board. He could feel it. His rhythmic breathing showed no emotion. Hatred, fury, ahborrance. But no regret. None at all. He knew this day would arrive. He had known it from the very start. Since Kamino. Now it was here. Now, one would live, one would die. He heard foot steps approach from behind him, but did not turn. He continued to watch the craft's descent even as he spoke in his deep, menacing voice.

"What is it, Commander Veera?"

The man behind him spoke clearly, and steadfastly, but Vader could sense the emotion behind his voice: terror. Good. Very good.

"Sir, our men have reported an unidentified space craft-"

"I know, Commander. Tell your men to stand down. I will deal with this... problem... myself," Vader said. He just barely allowed his black-gloved hand to caress his sabre before speaking again. "Leave him to me."

He turned.

"And Commander..."

Commander Veera gulped and snapped to attention.

"Y-Yes, my Lord?"

"...Tell your men that if any one of them so much as lands a single strike on that ship or its pilot... That I will personally see to their execution myself!"

Commander Veera blanched, and nodded. He hurried out of the chamber and Vader turned back to the window. The ship was now in the docking bay. This would be their final encounter. Vader could feel it.

Starkiller sat in the cockpit for a moment before exiting. He grieved Juno's murder. It stabbed through him like a thousand vibro-blades. Vader was going to die for this. Starkiller would see to that himself. Starkiller let out a roar and slammed his fist down on the console panel. He lifted it up and a dent was left. No matter. There would be much more than that once he was done with Vader. He saw a durasteel door open out of the corner of his eye and saw a platoon of stormtroopers exit, blasters drawn and at the ready. So, this was how it was going to be? So be it! Starkiller picked up his duel wield light sabres and willed the cockpit to open. He would do this his way. He purposefully retarded the speed of the shield's opening.

"Sir! The cockpit is opening!" one of the troopers said.

"You! Go check it out!"

"Yes, sir!"

Starkiller heard the rapid foot falls of the stormtrooper as he ran to the ship. Any minute now...

Starkiller Force-leapt from behind the cockpit and cleaved the trooper in half with expert ease. By the time the two halves had hit the floor, he was already out on the bay. He stood there, head lowered to the ground, sabres ignited and pointed downwards. The troopers fired at him. He blocked the bolts with ease and slowly walked to them. He ran his left sabre through the gut of the first trooper and flung him screaming over the deck. These men were pathetic. Starkiller spun and sliced the head off of another. The body toppled over the edge of the deck as he opened up the chest and gut of a third trooper. He Force-gripped one other and throttled him as he blocked the bolts of three more. He flung the now dead trooper at them while electrocuting five more. Finally, only four remained. He breathed deeply and gathered all of his might and raised his arms. He closed his eyes and flung his arms down, toppling the scaffolding on top of the four remaining stormtroopers.

"Imperial garbage," he muttered and kicked the head of one of them over the side. He walked over to the door and tore the control panel out with ease. The door opened and he entered.

Preview of Chapter II:

Starkiller held his grip on his sabres as Vader pushed with his. Sparks flew as the sabres screamed in rage.

"You are going to die!" screamed Starkiller as he held his ground. His eyes screamed rage, hurt, and hatred. Vader's black mask shone red in the light of the three ruby blades.

"You are mistaken, my young Jedi," he said as a retort. "It is you who will not leave here alive!"

With that, Vader Force-leapt to a pylon and raised his right arm. Starkiller was immediately forced into the air, helpless to do anything as Vader threw his sabre...