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Rose White, Airy and Light
Plié, Releve, grand Jete. The young Padawan looked like she was dancing in a ballet, even with her rose-pink lightsabers drawn. She fought with a grace unknown to the Imperials, as though her limbs were manipulated by the Force, itself. The calm, demure look on her fair face made it seem like she was dancing in a dream. The music box on her belt played The Dance of The Sugarplum Fairy, adding to the dramatic moment. By the end of the tune, she stood in the center of a ring of dead or dying Storm Troopers. "Well done, Rose," her master, a woman with wine-purple hair, red eyes, and lightweight red armor said with a pleased smile. "We are so proud of how fast you have progressed since coming to us!"
She then turned her attention to a trooper who had lost both legs and an arm, but was somehow still alive, though too weak to contact his superiors about the incident. "Hmph. You foolish males have displeased us greatly with your arrogance and rough manners," she said, a queenly air about her. "However, at the very least, the moment you die, you will appease us with your flowing blood. We love the color red most of all."
"What is your decree, Queen Vivaldi?" Rose asked, taking off her hood to reveal long, snow-white hair, white rabbit ears, and beautiful, large red eyes. She gripped her custom-made lightsaber, brought the heart at its hilt thoughtfully to her lips, awaiting the Queen's orders.
"OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!" the ruthless Queen of Hearts commanded, the bloodlust evident in her eyes.
"Yes, my Queen and Master," Rose said obediently. Without hesitation, the delicate girl walked up to the terrified trooper, reignited the blade of her lightsaber.
"No. No, please! I have a wife and four kids to feed!" the man pleaded, no where near ready to die, and certainly not like this; maimed and dismembered.
"As does my father, but how do you expect to feed them when you are like this?" Rose asked. "You are useless now, and would only burden them. I think they will be grateful that I am going to put you out of your misery." Without another word, she cut off his head, then slayed the other three that still lived.
"Very good, Rose," the Red Queen said approvingly. "You have made us smile again, as you have every day since that when you were born."
"I'm not sure how I feel about this, my Queen," Rose said, showing her true, kinder nature. "I don't feel right taking so many irreplaceable lives."
"The Force will call you to do many things that you will not always understand or enjoy," Vivaldi explained. 'The Force might have called us here to free a settlement or stop further killings. Either way, we have done our job. Let us head back to the ship, and hope the others have faired as well as we have."
Without a word, Rose White, third daughter of Alice Liddell-White and Peter White, followed her master back to the Wonderland Star, walking on her tip-toes, as always.
This was simply the way she was. It was the way she'd always be.