Welcome to my 2nd fic. Enjoy

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George stood between Sam and his friends, white lightsabre at the ready. "We've done this before Sam. I'm not going to let you live again," he said. Looking behind him at his cousin Sarah he said,"You get everybody else out of here. I know what I have to do."

Sarah shook her dirty blonde head, getting her hair out of her eyes. "Alright," she replied. "If you don't make it, this was your decision. Let's go guys."

"Are you done yet? I want a clean fight you know," moaned Sam. He drew his own lightsabre and activated it, causing a red blade to emerge.

George stared. Swinging his lightsabre around in circles, he asked,"How'd you get your sword to be red?"

Sam chuckled. If you can beat me and take it I'm sure you'll figure it out kid, but that's probably not going to happen. He too swung his sabre in circles, walking toward George with a cocky air.

George smirked. "So confident. How many times do I have to whip your ass?" He brought his sabre to his shoulder, the blade pointing at Sam, and charged. Swinging the blade in a downward arc, he attempted to take out Sam's mechanical leg, but his attempt was thwarted by the red blade, which proceeded to stab where George's heart would have been had he not anticipated the move and done a matrix bullet dodge, using own blade to block the swift downward thrust that immediatly followed. He fell to his back and, using his legs as channels of momentum, jumped back up holding his lightsabre in front of him to assure Sam would back off. The two combatants took five steps back, and charged at eachother again. This time Sam was able to attack first. He opened with an attempted attack on George's legs from the right that was blocked. He then jumped high into the air, swinging his blade up as he went. George was just able to backflip out of the way, and was somehow able to get his footing and block the attack Sam had planned as a finisher coming down. He half-heartedly attempted a horizontal slash that George easily blocked, and jumped backwards to evade the attack George had launched in the form of a stab.

Once again the two fighters backed off eachother. Rather than just charging at eachother again however, they began circling their grassy battlefield. "So what's it about this time Sam? Money or revenge?" asked George.

"Oh, so you think you've figured me out huh punk?" Sam asked fiercely. He dropped out of his ready position and brought a hand to his ear. "Hear that?" he jeered.

George listened. There was a rather annoying bird in a nearby tree. Was that what Sam was jeering about? And then he heard it. The unmistakable whirring of a helicopter. Several helicopters. 'How did they know?'

Seeing the discomfort on George's face, Sam let out a maniacle laugh. "With you out of the picture who's gonna sweet talk those copters and get your little group out of here? Nobody, that's who! You'll all be captured and put through what I was put through. I started training as a four year old. I wonder how you damn teenagers will respond to the constant tests and drills? And all I have to do here is wear you out."

George was at a loss for words. 'Fuck. FUCK!' he thought. 'I've gotta get out of here.' He deactivated his lightsabre and, using the power of the great being whom resided within him(the force), took off running at over fourty miles per hour. Or at least he would have, if Sam had not hit him with a powerful surge of lightning. He went down hard, pain searing through his body. George was about to try to get up, but Sam hit him with another powerful electric blast. He could no longer feel his ligaments. 'NO!' he thought. 'FUCK!'

Sam walked over to George's body, pulsating smugness with every step. "Looks like you lose this time kid," he drawled.

"Fuck you." George managed to gasp. "What happened to a fair fight?"

"Haha, you really thought I would come through on that one? I thought you were smarter than that kid." Sam said, imitating George's gasping, rasping voice in the last sentence. He sat down next to George's body and whispered in his ear,"It's probably better that it happened this way. Mabey your little friends will be more willing to cooperate if they know their leader is hurt."

'That motherfucking basterd! FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!' George's pure anger and hate combined into an aura that pulsated from his body and knocked Sam back fifteen feet into the tree with the bird, who had flown away at the sight of the lightning. Using the force and the currently unfathomable anger and hate within him, George floated up into a standing position (though his feet were a few inches off the ground), and concentrated the negative emotions into a fireball within his hands. As the fireball grew, his murderous rage became grim determination, and he hurled the fireball into Sam. It exploaded.

Whether or not the flame had killed Sam, George would not find out as he passed out completely soon after the administration of the flame had occured. As a matter of fact, nobody ever saw George Skywalker for a while after that. The force had plans for him that didn't involve getting captured and turned into a slave by the U.S. government.

The next person to see George was a man in white armor on the surface of tatooine. 'What the hell?' the man thought to himself. 'What happened to this kid?' He decided that the kid was probably not going to survive out here and, as any relatively good person would, he took the tattered teenager back to the ship on the outskirts of Tatooine.

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Well, there you go. RNR please. I don't care if you flame, but don't be stupid about it if you do.