Disclaimer: I do not own in any way the characters associated with Star Wars or Final Fantasy VII. They belong to their respective owners such as Lucas Arts and Square-Enix. The only characters that I can claim are General Naomi Posada, Isis Ultima Avonej, and any other original characters that may present themselves in the course of this story. The guest character known as Resia Tomebar respectfully belongs to Elvenluver.
This is a Star Wars/Final Fantasy VII crossover fanfiction which takes place two years before Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope and during Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children.
Silver Mercury
Chapter Eight: The Fort Condor Rebellion
Cloud was tense as he navigated Fenrir through Midgar's ruins. He decided to use one of the abandoned highways as a shortcut, for it was in extreme disrepair and the Midgarians trying to escape the city had no way of getting across the many gaps that spanned the highway. It had been an out of control frenzy down in the slums, hence the reason he was taking the risk with the damaged highways. The mobs below had attempted to take his motorcycle, seeing as it was a vehicle that could easily move through the endless lines of traffic.
He accelerated and jumped an approaching gap that was over a meter or so long. He had to do this several times, but he preferred to deal with the obstacles rather than the hundreds of desperate people who were willing to kill for a way out of Midgar.
The eight sectors of Midgar passed by like blurs, and Cloud did not regard any of the buildings for less than a second. However, as he came across Sector 5, a certain archaic-styled church, damaged by age and by Meteor, and decorated with long dark green vines caught his attention. Cloud abruptly stopped the bike, gazing in concern at the old church. It was not his destination, Edge was, but something was out of place in the church. The single ray of sunlight fell upon the church as usual, but Cloud felt that there was something wrong, something terribly wrong.
"Tifa," he whispered. Somehow, he did not know how, he could feel that Tifa was in danger. She was hurt, and the knowledge nearly froze Cloud's heart. A horrible dread gripping him, Cloud gunned the engine hard. The motorbike fell through the approaching gap in the highway and landed quite gracefully on the street below. He expertly moved through the remaining debris of Meteorfall until finally he reached the church. Quickly he chained the motorcycle up at its usual post and rushed inside.
Cloud's boots clacked hard against the wood floor. Warm sunlight streamed in through the various stain-glass windows. Many of the oak benches had been smashed since he had last visited. There, in the middle of the bed of flowers lay Tifa, unmoving. Cloud broke into a run, fearing the worst.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, was Cloud's unending mantra. He kneeled down in the flowers and gently picked up Tifa's limp body in his arms, supporting the back of her head with one hand. There was a pained expression on her face, her delicate features contorted in a way that made Cloud's stomach turn over in guilt.
Cloud's glowing cerulean eyes only emphasized the sadness written on his face. He brought Tifa closer to him, embracing her tightly as if afraid to let her go. His lips were close to her ear, lightly brushing them as he whispered, "Tifa. I couldn't save you. I couldn't save you, again!" He clenched his teeth angrily, and blamed himself over and over again for being too weak to protect her.
"You're…late." Cloud sat up, astonished as she murmured and opened her eyes slowly. With a sad smile she spoke again, "As usual." Quite suddenly she gasped in his arms, sitting up and exclaiming, "Marlene!" with her deep brown eyes opened wide. She fell back against Cloud and he held her again.
"Who did this?" Cloud asked. "Who was it?"
She spoke sullenly. "Someone I didn't know. He took Marlene and the other children." Tifa's eyes closed as she murmured, "Someone we didn't know…"
For a few moments Cloud watched Tifa as she slept, gazing at her parted lips in particular. The thought alone that he was not strong enough to save her made him light-headed. A shot of pain erupted in his chest, sending agonizing sensations throughout his body. Cloud clutched at his chest, groaning, but then his left arm, the limb that was constantly covered by a sleeve, suddenly felt as if it had been set aflame. His arm burned, it burned so much that he expected flames to sprout up from his skin under the sleeve.
When Cloud looked down at his arm however, he realized that he was actually not that far from the truth. The sleeve dripped black pus onto the flowers, making it seem as if Cloud's very arm were melting. He rolled the sleeve back a little, revealing a small portion of pale skin infected with dark star-shaped blemishes, scars, and scabs. Sweat nearly boiled on his skin and as his arm rose in temperature so did his entire body, making it hard for him to breathe. The world faded around him, including the scent of the flowers and the sounds of gunfire in the distance.
With every second that passed by, Cloud slipped further into unconsciousness. However, instead of the world gradually fading into black, the face of a man with long silver hair gazed and smirked malevolently at him through a wall of fire. The face became clearer in Cloud's mind with each passing moment, and no matter how much he fought to stay awake, the man's glowing green eyes and narrow snake-like pupils would not leave Cloud's brain. Finally he collapsed onto the ground, his face close to Tifa's, and his usually glowing blue eyes transforming into the same color as the man's eyes in his vision. When Cloud closed them, he succumbed to sleep, all of the sounds of war and chaos ceasing, leaving him to rest in the only place in the world where he still felt at peace.
It's like a damn flea frenzy out here…
Cid Highwind knew it was a wise decision to keep the Tiny Bronco II out of the air. As much as he was itching to test out the plane's aerial skills, the countless number of dots in the sky kept him from doing so. The loud and whirring engines of the Galactic Empire's TIE fighters were almost everywhere on the planet, and from what Cid had seen so far, their speed capabilities and weapons systems were more than enough to blow the fighter jet/seaplane into smithereens.
I've got to get me one of those things, Cid thought to himself as he stared though the dome cockpit of the Tiny Bronco II at the masses of TIE fighter group formations that roamed the sky. My sky, Cid thought angrily. Assholes can come in and take our land all they want, but when you take my sky, you're only askin' for trouble.
He made sure to keep the seaplane close to the shores of the continents and avoided any wide-open waters whenever he could. He figured that if he kept the Bronco on the water, the extra terrestrials would not identify it as any sort of immediate threat to be blasted away. He hoped.
Hopefully he would be able to get Fort Condor on the Midgarian continent in one piece. He was already traveling southward along the continent's west coast, among other cruise and merchant vessels headed for the port city of Junon, the second largest city on the Midgarian continent and the main harbor and base for all branches of Shin-Ra Inc.'s military. When Cid reached the city, he steered clear from it, not because of the influence Shin-Ra had there, but because of the TIE fighters guarding it and the countless number of white armored troops marching down the streets.
"So they already got Junon," Cid muttered to himself. "Damn roaches." He angrily gripped the controls of the plane, clenching hard on his teeth as well as on the unlit cigarette that hung from the side of his mouth. The Rocket Town pilot made it a priority to accelerate along the waters. The sooner he got to Fort Condor, the better.
Fort Condor itself had changed drastically after Meteorfall. What used to be a near defenseless tower-like rock formation in the middle of nowhere was now an airfield that rivaled even that of Junon's. It took up a good portion of the region, and a tall steel wall protected the perimeter of the base. Some fighter planes patrolled the area, but did not fly high enough to attract attention from Junon. Cid was glad to see that there was no sign of any of the Imperial extraterrestrials, but he knew that would not last long.
As he reached shallower waters and approached the beach, Cid began to accelerate and pick up speed. Soon enough the plane rose into the air, but he did not take it up higher than a few feet above the water. A voice suddenly cracked though his radio.
"Unidentified aircraft, state your designation and purpose for your present course."
"Cid Highwind, piloting Tiny Bronco II. You assclowns gonna let me in or what?"
The voice from the radio laughed. "Nice to see you too, Highwind. Sorry about that, almost didn't recognize you with that new paint job you've got."
The two fighter planes that were hovering in front of Cid swiftly moved away, allowing him to maneuver freely over the wall that protected the fort. Immediately he was greeted by the sight of the airfield filled with dozens of fighter planes of every kind. Seeing them made Cid feel almost sure they could win, for the rebels of Fort Condor had always been used to facing worse odds against the Shin-Ra. There was a time when they could not even afford decent guns and weapons for the few foot soldiers that they had. Now they were a thriving force, possibly capable of taking on the invaders of their world.
Cid allowed a smirk grace his rugged features. "Wait 'till they see my secret weapon," he said to himself. "Those roaches won't know what hit 'em."
He soon found a clear landing strip close to the central rock formation where all of Fort Condor was operated from. As soon as he landed and jumped out of the plane, a wide-eyed man bearing a buzz cut for hair, and wearing bright orange overalls with large brown welder's gloves greeted him. On the man's shoulder sat a black and white cat, who strangely enough wore a bright red cape and a golden crown on top of its head. The cat smiled up at Cid who only returned it with a frown.
"What the hell are you doing here, Cat?" Cid growled.
The wide-eyed man answered cheerfully, "Reeve sent him here from Junon and gave us some interesting news. Those Imperial guys, well, they've completely taken over Shin-Ra Company and even outlawed the buying, selling, and use of materia." He clapped his gloved hands together and shouted, "We've got double the enemy now!"
Cid scowled, "You sound awful damn cheerful about it, Sanderson!"
The other man shrugged. "Well, more enemies means more things to blow up!"
Cid couldn't agree more with the man, but either way he crossed his arms over his chest and replied, "You know you sure are trigger-happy for someone who's fightin' for a bunch of environmentalists."
The man shrugged again. "Well, ya do what ya can, I guess."
The cat sitting on the man's shoulder spoke. "Klay Sanderson is here to see that the weapons you've been waiting for are put on your plane for the upcoming battle."
Cid shifted his weight onto one leg and scratched his head. "You've all formed a plan already?"
The cat nodded. "Since myself and Reeve are now under the employ and disposal of the Galactic Empire-,"
Without warning Cid had seized the cat from Klay's shoulder and began to shake it violently in his hands. "You better be playin' on our side Cait Shit!"
The cat yelled frantically amidst the shaking, "I am! I am! Reeve sent me here to give you guys info so that you can prepare! The Empire is already preparing to attack this base from Junon!"
Cid stopped and eyed the feline suspiciously. "When?"
"Soon!" The cat threw its little arms in the air. "But if you attack now, you might be able to catch them off guard. They think you guys don't know!"
Cid's blue eyes narrowed at the animal. "You better be right about this, Cat." He then dropped it and the cat landed reflexively on its four limbs.
Standing on its two hind legs, the cat replied, "Has the great and wise fortuneteller Cait Sith ever let you down before? C'mon Highwind! You already know where my loyalties lie! Haven't we been through enough together to-,"
Cid snorted derisively. "Yeah, your loyalties lie with us, or it's your ass! You know, we probably don't stand a chance, but I ain't givin' up this world without a fight!" Quickly he leaped on top of the Tiny Bronco II and shouted, "Alright, assholes!"
The many number of pilots that had been attending to their own business on the airfield looked up at Cid, surprised and startled. Cid exclaimed, Get you butts in gear, we're goin' to Junon to blow these roaches sky high! Soon as my bird gets her guns I'm leaving, and if you're not ready by then, too bad, cause I ain't waitin' for your asses!" Without another word he jumped down from the fighter jet, not bothering to wait for their reactions. Immediately Klay Sanderson began to clap.
"Well said, Highwind! Well said! I'll just go ahead and get those guns ready for ya!" With that the technician ran off, leaving Cid to stand by and listen to the chatter around him. He ignored the various comments about suicide missions and hopeless attempts. He knew from experience as a pilot that it was only ever the supposed suicidal and reckless fighters that survived and even won the battles.
Cid was interrupted from his thoughts when he felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down to see Cait Sith staring up at him hopefully.
"I could not help but notice that your plane has two compartments, Cid," said Cait Sith.
"Well," Cid answered sarcastically. "It's nice to know that you can see, Cat, being with those eyes of yours always lookin' squinty and all."
"Ha, ha, very funny. Well, what's it for?"
"Shooting of course!" Cid exclaimed.
"Then I humbly request to be your co-pilot for this battle," Cait Sith said as he smiled up at Cid with two small pointed fangs sticking slightly out of his mouth.
"Not on your life, Cat," snapped Cid, turning away from him. However as soon as he did so, he was met face-to-face with a young woman with shoulder-length garnet colored hair. He noticed immediately that her left eye was a pale blue and the other was a pale green. He could not think on it for very long for the cat had leaped onto his shoulder and started to beg Cid to take him to the battle. Cid growled lowly in annoyance, "Hiya."
The woman returned it with a small smile. "Hello. You must be Captain Highwind. There's been a lot of talk about you around here lately."
"Really?" Cid answered, sounding interested, when really he could care less what the other pilots though of him.
"C'mon Cid, let me come! I can help!"
Looking over at his shoulder, he yelled, "Shut UP!" Cait Sith cried out in surprise as he fell off of Cid's shoulder. The pilot turned back to the woman who was laughing quietly to herself.
"Well," she continued, "they say that you're irresponsible, even suicidal, but I don't think so."
This caught Cid off guard. The unlit cigarette that was in his mouth fell out from his surprise. "Huh? Wha? You don't?"
The garnet-haired woman shook her head and replied happily, "Nope! In fact, I wanted to let you know that if you needed anything, here or in battle, I would be glad to help you!" The woman turned away, and began to walk off.
Cid blinked. "Uh, thanks. Hey, what's your name anyway?"
The woman stopped and glanced back at him. "Resia Tomebar, Captain Highwind."
Cid was in a considerably better mood by the time the Tiny Bronco II was upgraded and he was up in the air with the other fighter pilots. He felt confident now, for there were more than two hundred planes in the air. There were more pilots on their side than he had originally thought there would be, thanks to the fact that the Fort Condor rebels were able to find some Shin-Ra pilots who had managed to escape the Empire.
We're gonna win, Cid thought excitedly, as he chuckled almost maniacally to himself. We're gonna win!
They had finished the routine roll call by the time they were in sight of Junon. The pilots had dubbed themselves the Rabid Condors, so whenever a pilot designated himself or herself they would say 'Condor 1' or 2, or whatever number came next. To his embarrassment the pilots unanimously agreed to name Cid 'Captain Condor,' a name that made him slap his forehead as soon as he heard it.
"All right!" exclaimed one of the pilots over the radio. "Let's show 'em what we can do! Yee-Haw!"
Cid sighed, muttering, "Nice to know I'm not the only crazy one here."
"Not crazy, Cid!" exclaimed a familiar voice somewhere behind him. "Just enthusiastic!" Cid gawked at Cait Sith who sat in the second compartment of the Tiny Bronco II behind him, his front paws holding onto the handles of a machine gun while his hind legs stood on the seat.
"Cat!" Cid pounded on the glass of his own compartment. "What the hell are you doin' in my plane you crazy feline!?"
"Helping you," Cait Sith replied, unconcerned. "It would be an advantage for you to have a second rear gun!"
"GET OUTTA THERE!!!"
Cait Sith shrugged. "Afraid I can't do that. There's no where for me to go, other than to fall to my doom…" The cat stared through the glass down at the far landscape below.
Cid growled, "Well then you better get fallin' Cat, cause what I'm gonna do to you is-,"
"Oh look! More ships!" Cait Sith cut him off, pointing behind him towards the nose of the plane.
"Wha?" Cid turned back around in his seat and gasped at the three large triangular ships that floated high above Junon, much higher than the Rabid Condor's current altitude. Cid was willing to bet that they were just out of the planet's orbit and into the atmosphere, just large enough for them to see from the planet's surface. They were much like the original huge ship that appeared over Midgar. They were very large to Cid's standards, for they were bigger than the first and only space rocket Shin-Ra Inc. had built. The confidence that he had felt before was beginning to wane little by little.
"Star Destroyers," Cait Sith spoke, still sounding unconcerned, but rather fascinated. "That's what Reeve said they were. The first one that was spotted this morning was once called the Devastator!"
"You sound awfully damn cheerful about it!" Cid snapped. "What the hell's wrong with you, Cat! When we get our asses kicked, don't come crying to me!"
"Captain Condor! Look at those things!"
"Captain, perhaps we should abort!"
"Why?" another pilot answered. "They're coming our way anyway! Let's take 'em out now while we have the chance!"
"What are you nuts!? We'll be slaughtered!"
"SHUT UP!" Cid shouted into the radio. "We're going on! Any of you wanna desert and save your own hides, that's fine! Go hide under a rock, see if I care! Just don't let me catch your asses on the street after this!"
The radio quickly went silent after that. Cid glanced to his left as a dark green sleek looking fighter jet pulled up beside him.
"Don't worry Captain Highwind," consoled a familiar, soft female voice. "We can take them. Look at them, they're pushovers!"
Cid gaped at the person who sat in the dark green plane. "Tomebar!? Resia Tomebar!?"
"That's right!" Resia replied. "I told you that if you needed anything, I would be happy to help, right? Well, let's go destroy us some ships!"
Cid could only sit there astounded as Resia's dark green jet zoomed off, doing outlandish spirals in the air. Cid scratched his head in thought. Huh, guess she's as crazy as me then. Dang, and here I was startin' to feel a little unique…
A crackle from the radio broke him from his thoughts. "Captain Condor! The three ships! Look!"
Cid gasped as a horde of TIE fighters filed out in massive groups from the three Star Destroyers. It was a giant swarm, easily doubling the numbers of the Rabid Condors.
"Evasive maneuvers!" Cid shouted, just dodging a barrage of green laser blasts from the approaching TIE's. In the second compartment of the Tiny Bronco II Cait Sith was screaming for his life as Cid spun the plane in wild spirals to avoid the blasts.
"Aren't you gonna make yourself useful you stupid cat!? Start shootin'!"
Just below him a plane of the Rabid Condors exploded. Cid clenched his teeth in anger and let loose a barrage of bullets from the plane's main gun, seeking nothing but vengeance for his fallen comrade.
"There's too many of them!" An explosion followed.
Cid yelled in triumph as he flew though an explosion of a TIE fighter he had destroyed. "YEE-HAAW!! One down!"
Resia's voice came from the radio, "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen…"
Cid was dumbstruck. Three at once!? He couldn't help but feel just a little jealous. Best not to think about that now, he thought. This thing's far from over…
Loz hated how tranquil the Sleeping Forest was. Not because of the tranquility itself, but because it was just so boring! For the time that he and his brothers had resided there, Loz had come to despise the place along with its Forgotten Capital, the City of the Ancients. It was always so quiet and peaceful, and nothing ever happened there, so he could never have any fun.
My playtime with that traitor's friend was fun though, Loz reminisced, allowing a mischievous smile to form on his lips, but then suddenly he frowned and his eyes took on the impression that he was going to cry. But Mother wasn't there!
"Let me go!" The panic-filled voice of the little girl brought the silver-haired man back to reality as she was struggling in his grip. Under one arm he clutched Marlene Wallace, holding her up in the air much like one holds a ball at their side. On his shoulder with the other hand he easily carried a large metal crate, one that he found in the church after he finished playing with Tifa Lockheart.
"Be quiet," he ordered as he walked away from his motorbike and down the trail of the Sleeping Forest. He did not pay much attention to the bright white trees that gave off an ethereal luminous glow. Loz had seen them many times before, and frankly he was getting sick of them, much like the sickening disgust he felt towards the flowers in that church in Midgar.
Marlene stopped struggling in his grasp. She was looking around in amazement at all of the trees in the environment. "Where are we?" she asked, almost in a whisper.
"The most boring place in the world," Loz answered sulkily.
"It's pretty," Marlene breathed, looking around in awe.
"Maybe for you," Loz muttered under his breath.
The trail led to a large lake, whose serene and calm waters made the lake appear like a sheet of shimmering crystal on the ground among the glowing trees. On the other side of the lake stood a large white and ancient structure in the shape of an oversized conch shell with spires along the top. In front of the shell structure stood another silver-haired man, much younger than Loz, which he came to recognize immediately as Kadaj, his youngest brother. When he reached the shell house, Kadaj was casually and idly swinging a sword experimentally in the air. Loz watched him for a few moments as Kadaj sliced the air with the double-bladed sword. Really, it was odd and unique weapon, for both of the blades stood parallel to one another on the same side of the sword's hilt.
"You brought it?" asked Kadaj, not looking at him.
"Mother wasn't there!" Loz more or less whined, his deep voice sounding out of place with his behavior. Though his glowing green eyes could not fill with tears, he still appeared as if he were going to cry.
Kadaj turned around to face him. "Are you crying?"
Loz dropped both the crate and Marlene on the ground protesting angrily, "No I'm not crying!"
"Well with your whining you sure sound like you are," Kadaj replied. He glanced over at the crate. "You found something?"
Loz nodded, stepping over an angry-looking Marlene. "Yes, our dear brother was keeping these away from us. Look!" He opened the crate, revealing a great number of glowing different colored orbs. Kadaj grinned maniacally at the sight.
Picking up a green orb from the box and holding it up in the air to study he said, "Powers forged from the Lifestream…."
"That's not yours!" exclaimed Marlene, getting up from the ground. "That's Cloud's and you can't have it!"
Kadaj ignored her. "Where's Yazoo?"
"He's coming with the kids in that truck he found," Loz answered.
"Denzel!" Marlene shouted. "Where's Denzel!?"
Kadaj chuckled and kneeled down to face Marlene. "Our siblings will be here soon, and will have our Reunion." He stared at Marlene with glowing emerald eyes, whose black pupils were narrowed into vertical, cat-like slits. The expression he wore could only be described as demonic, for it put a chilling grip over Marlene's heart.
The six year old gasped. "I-It's you, isn't it? You're…him."
"Hmph." Kadaj stood up and turned his back to her. "There are many who say that." Again he held up the materia he took from the crate. With it he held it over his left arm and pushed it gently down towards the black leather that covered his limb. The materia went through his arm without regarding any state of matter in the way. Once the materia was securely in place inside his arm, it still let out a soft green glow, letting the owner know that it was ready for use.
"A gift from Mother," he murmured, almost to himself. "Only those with Mother's blood are able to use materia in this way. Her powers allow us to merge with the materia so that the powers of the Lifestream are greatly enhanced. Every other creature must use the materia on it's own." Suddenly he turned to Marlene, causing her to jump back slightly. "Reunion is upon us, and this time there will be no one to keep us away from her and our family."
They were not even challenges. They were never challenges. Darth Vader had been disappointed the moment he fired upon the first Fort Condor plane that came across his path. The opposing vehicles were completely insignificant and obsolete to the Empire's standards of technology. The weapons used were weak; metal bullets compared to the power of the Empire's lasers, and torpedoes and rockets whose destructive power could not even meet the standards needed for the average space battle. He doubted their ships could even travel in outer space. Their speed capabilities were disgraceful.
They knew they could not match up to the Empire's power, this Vader was certain of. Yet, they decided to fight anyway instead of surrendering as they should have. Their spirited attempts and courageous natures were qualities that Vader almost came to respect after spending a little time in the battle.
Brave, Vader mused, but foolish. He shot down a couple of more planes with much ease.
His flagship, the Star Destroyer Devastator, made short work of Fort Condor itself with its turbo lasers. The base was left completely leveled within barely an hour since the fight began. The Imperials easily halved the numbers of Fort Condor's fighters without any trouble at all.
Still, Vader had noticed that the opposing side got more than a few lucky shots in, not that luck was even part of the formula. Vader knew without a doubt that it was the Force that kept the remaining pilots in the air, not fortune. He noted immediately that the Force was in work in some way when he witnessed many of the Imperial TIE fighters being shot down from the sky.
Two planes held his attention for the remainder of the battle: a black odd-looking one with two compartments for a cockpit and a sleek-looking emerald green one. The pilots of those planes were the most skilled of the bunch, and even after Fort Condor had been destroyed, they still kept on fighting.
The pilot of the black plane was an excellent shot and was gifted in evading the TIE's, not matter how fast the Imperials were. However, the pilot was very reckless and Vader knew it would not be long until the black plane was reduced to space dust.
Vader began to pursue the green plane, seeing it as more of a threat than any of the other remaining Fort Condor fighters. He chased it down in his custom built TIE Advanced x1 starfighter simply because the pilot of the green plane had killed the most Imperials thus far.
The moment he began firing at the green plane, the plane expertly spun out of the way, as if the pilot knew exactly when he was going to fire. Vader was intrigued from that moment on, for he knew that only a force sensitive could have reflexes and instincts such as those.
There seem to be so many of them on this world, thought Vader. First that Strife, then the Shin-Ra General, and then Isis Avonej. Now this pilot. He remembered that out of all of the force-sensitives he had met, they had something in common: Cloud Strife, General Posada, and Isis Avonej all had glowing eyes. The Turk Elena had explained that it was a result of being showered with the substance known as Mako.
So this Mako they have extracted from the planet increases the level of force-sensitivity within a sentient being, Vader deduced. Force energy, extracted from the earth to strengthen soldiers. A first-rate idea, but with consequences. They have caused the destruction of their own world.
The place where all of the energies of the Force are gathered…a great amount of Mako will be there as well. That was where he would go, as soon as the battle was over and he would take Isis Avonej with him, as his master had ordered.
He brought his TIE in a sharp dive, following the dark green plane down. The pilot was very force sensitive and it seemed as if the pilot knew of the powers it possessed as well. What Vader had sensed before from the Force in the beginning of the battle came from the pilot in the dark green plane.
And it hasn't fired a shot since this began. The green plane soared toward two approaching TIE fighters and turned sharply upwards. The two TIE's followed the plane as the pilot began to fly towards a TIE that came straight for it. As soon as all three pursuing TIE's began to fire, the green plane swerved out of the way and the Imperial fighters shot each other down instead of their enemy. Three birds with one stone.
Darth Vader went in pursuit of the green plane once again. Long ago, it had been his duty to exterminate all of the Jedi in the galaxy. Now it was time to eliminate the force sensitive being before the pilot even had the chance to become a Jedi.
He could sense the over confidence from the pilot. That would be the pilot's downfall. Vader gave himself to the dark side of the Force, and allowed his anger towards the pilot of the green plane to take over his instincts. His Advanced x1 TIE fighter easily closed in the gap between himself and the dark green plane. He fired. The green lasers shot the back of his enemy's plane as the pilot had been maneuvering out of the way, thus saving the plane from complete destruction. He sensed the aggravation from the pilot. Perhaps the pilot was not as Jedi-like as he had originally thought.
The pilot did something completely unexpected. The green plane shot upwards and then feinted back in an attempt to move behind Vader's TIE. Vader, out of immediate reflex and countless years of experience, maneuvered so that both fighters faced one another head on. He could sense the pilot about to fire, but there was a disturbance in the Force…
Vader spun his TIE out of the way just as the shots came from behind. The bullets of course were not powerful enough to cause him any real damage, but whomever had shot at him caused Vader to lose sight of the green plane for the moment. Circling around, Vader found what had shot him from behind: the black fighter.
The two of them, both the black and the green planes had now found themselves the objects of Darth Vader's wrath. With the green plane damaged, it was very hard for its pilot to outmaneuver him and his shots. The black plane in the meantime remained above and around the green plane, shooting at Vader with a rear gun, signaling that there were actually two operating the black fighter jet.
They were challenges, Vader had to admit, but, like all challenges, there came the time for the Sith Lord to obliterate them. After all, he could not allow a potential future Jedi roam the galaxy, however unlikely it was for the pilot to actually find knowledge on the extinct religion.
Vader succumbed to his instincts once again, letting the dark side fill his senses. He could "see" the shadowy form of the rear gunner of the black plane getting ready to shoot. Vader pressed down on the controls that would fire a pair of green laser blasts towards his enemy. Within seconds a small explosion filled the air as Darth Vader witnessed the left wing of the black plane blast off and collide into the already damaged green airplane. He did not bother to stay and watch as both planes descended startlingly fast towards the forests below. After all, he had more important matters to attend to.
