Game Over
AN: I figured I might as well make my first songfic. Based on Alexa Vega's Game Over. I thought this song fit the clone wars rather well. Through the view of Anakin (first verse) and Yoda (second verse). Anakin, near the end of the wars, Yoda, after order 66. Enjoy!
Game over! There are no rules to this game except win. At any cost.
The clone wars. Admittedly, he had thought the galaxy needed something interesting. But this was going a bit too far.
Your time has come once and for all. You met your match you will fall.
With Dooku leading the separatists, things got so much harder. But there were only so many droids and so many clones. Sooner or later, someone would run out.
This little game we play is goanna break us down. Only one of us can wear the crown.
And there was Sideous to consider. Whoever he was, he was the republics top priority. They had to find him.
It's not as easy as you thought it'd be when it's down to you versus me.
Anakin had thought this would be quick. In, deal with separatists, out. Be back in time for Christmas. But the war was reaching its third year. Would it ever end?
I play rough. I don't need to try.
Well, at least Ventress had been dealt with. Man she was annoying! He had a lovely scar over his eye, thanks to her.
You like to play mean, but the score never lies.
It seemed like the war was just picking up steam as it went. He was rather lucky. He had lost an arm early in the war, but that was replaced. Not as bad as some Jedi. Obi-Wan's friend Michelle had lost her left arm and leg. Seriously, he had it pretty good.
Game over! Game over! Game over! For now.
Yoda was fighting for his life. The clones had turned, and he could feel the death of Jedi throughout the galaxy. Darkness was spreading, snuffing out any light in its path. He had to get to the temple.
Winning the game's the only rule allowed.
Yoda went quickly to face Palpatine. His friends and council members lay in pieces on the floor. They drew there lightsabers, one red, one green.
No more good luck or cheers from the crowd.
The two dueled quickly, lightsabers flashing, each seeming like ten instead of one. They made there way into the senate chamber. Yoda didn't feel too bad about wreaking it.
When the game began you never thought you'd lose, but your time is up; I play to bruise.
He was slipping, slipping, down. He fell down, using the Force to soften his landing. He contacted Bail.
Look around in fact you've lost your team; you tried your best but you ran out of steam.
He was going to have to hide somewhere… somewhere that hid his presence.
I play rough. I don't need to try.
Anakins children would have to be hidden. Bail would take the girl; he had no doubts about it. But who would want Luke?
You like to play mean, but the score never lies.
Dagobah. So much different from his former home. Well, nothing to do but build.
You're all out of wishes kiss your dreams good bye the end's the same.
His sanity was falling a bit. Ah well, what did it matter? Everyone loses it once.
It's not whether you win or lose its how you play the game.
Obi-Wan was dead. The Jedi were going out, no denying it. Age was catching up with even him. Not that he looked different...
Game over! Game over! Game over! For now.
Ah, yes. Time to train Luke. What he was alive for. The Jedi would not die. Not now, not ever.
Game. Over.
AN: Well, opinions anyone? And yes, I decided to make my alter ego lose a few limbs. She made a wild jump, but the Zillo beast swiped at her. Fortunately, it only grazed her. But as it was the Zillo beast, that swiped off her arm and leg. Ouch. She spent two days in a bacta tank, and then got fitted for robotic limbs. Obi-Wan was rather worried, as the two became close friends after TPM. Not as close as Siri and Obi. Siriwan 4evah!