WOOOP! This is chapter 7 (or 6.5 whichever you prefer) It's another short one :/ I hope that people still like the story :)
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"Arise, Darth Starkiller"
It had started with swearing allegiance, then the code, then the title "Starkiller"; then it was over. Though it had been faster than I thought but, it couldn't have ended sooner.
The dynasty of The Jedi had ended, and The Sith ruled supreme. Considering I'd caused this I was stunned by my distinct lack of guilt – of any emotion really.
My fire had burned so low, I wanted to die. If I'd died, or not come here at all, Luke would have triumphed over the darkside. But I had to get in the way, didn't I?
I'd looked out passed Vader onto the Endor Moon. I'd wondered if Han and Leia were still there, or it they'd managed to escape back to what was left of the rebel fleet. I'd seen a majority of the imperial fleet leave to reclaim the base and "pest control" the surface. Bye, Bye Ewoks and any rebels still on the surface - at least one good thing would come out of this.
The conversation became white noise as I looked out on to the distant stars and the swirls of galaxies, wondering if I could get to Earth in a fighter.
Knowing that there was only one way home, I turned back to the congregation. The looming thought was that I didn't even know how to control it. I stood slowly and stalked forward, maybe I could get the information I needed.
"All that is left now is a test of your loyalty,"
Or not… I started to back away, hoping I hadn't drawn attention to myself, or interrupted The Emperor.
"As you wish, my… Master."
The hesitation came as a reassurance. Maybe he could destroy The Emperor, return to the light side and send me home permanently in the proses.
Maybe…
Irritation seemed to emulate from The Emperor.
"Kill the girl. She is a traitor to The Empire"
WHAT!?
The Emperor's harsh glare had returned and was staring me down. A faint smile danced across his face, jeering at me.
"You should have asked to live when you had the chance," The Emperor turned to Luke, reissuing his instruction, "Starkiller, strike her down and prove that you are worthy of taking your father's place at my side."
Luke's eyes darted from The Emperor to me, as he weighed up his options. He nodded solemnly and reached for his sabre, as he began to close the distance between us.
I began retreating, desperate to put the distance back between us. The cold of the windows made me freeze in my tracks. I had nowhere left to run to. I receded further into the window, praying that Luke would turn around and kill The Emperor instead.
Some hope.
The ignited blade came closer, until I could feel the heat coming off it; until I could see into the yellow of his eyes; until I could see what I had done.
I shut my eyes, trying to block it all out, trying to calm my pounding heart.
"p-put a-away your-r weapon," I felt like I was being crushed by the weight of my death and the failure of the rebels – everything. I wasn't ready, and still all I could think about were the bloody movies, "I mean you n-no harm"
The Apprentice's hesitation was all the assurance I needed to know that The Jedi was still in there; Buried and disheartened – maybe even trapped - but still there. I tried to bring my thoughts together, planning out my next move.
Swallowing down my fears, I forced my brain into thinking of something that might have some meaning. "You want to be a Jedi like you're father? A Jedi uses the force for knowledge and defence; never for attack."
The hum of the blade grew distant; I felt nothing, I was empty. I opened my eyes; at least I won't die in darkness. I looked into the confused eyes of my assailant, who was now looking more human than ever.
I stepped forward away from the glass and toward the turned Jedi's blade. I could feel the terror and adrenaline flooding through my veins.
"You always have a choice; even if the only choices left are bad ones, you still have to choose."
I blocked out the movies, the books, everything. It was real. The characters, the pain, the death; all of it. And nobody knew.
I stared straight back into the yellow abyss of his once blue eyes; eyes that had seen so much.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the blade move in impatience. I steadied my breathing, as a tried to draw strength enough to speak again. I closed my eyes and shut the shadows out as I anchored myself to the words hurtling around my head.
There is no emotion, there is peace
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge
There is no passion, there is serenity
There is no chaos, there is harmony
There is no death, there is the force
Ignoring the voice that had joined my thoughts, I allowed light back into my eyes and the throne room came into focus. I took my final step toward the blade and stopped.
"This is my choice Luke. What will yours be?