CHAPTER VII
The battle was swift.
No sooner had Kessel come into range than the Star Destroyer began sending down tie-fighters. Kylo Ren had not been content to command; he wanted to be on the ground.
On the ground, the Resistance only saw a swarm of tie-fighters descending before the chaos began. As shots were fired, the spice from the surface exploded in clouds, as if the planet itself was bleeding!
Finn did his best to run through the clouds and blasts, and somewhere in the distance, could vaguely make out Udo's roars!
The Resistance was slowly being taken out. Every blast from every tie-fighter took another soldier down. Other space-crafts were descending as well: some shapes that Finn had never seen before.
The spacecrafts began to land, and slowly, out of the clouds of spice, figures began to emerge. Darth Phasma came first, her blonde hair blowing in the wind beneath her robe. The bald-headed Sith Inquisitor also came forth, using the Force with just the most casual wave of his fingers.
No one in the Resistance had ever seen so many Sith before. To those who were Force-sensitive, it was a feeling of pure ice; something sick and twisted riding towards you, as if emptiness coming out of a void and entering tangible reality. Even to those who weren't Force-sensitive, just the sight of the Sith felt off. They looked like more than a threat; they were a perversion of the galaxy.
The planet reacted; perhaps it could feel them too. Perhaps even it had to shudder at them as they walked across its surface.
Commander Pik ran forward, shooting his blaster-
-only to be immediately lifted up off the ground, pulled by the throat, levitating. All the air left his lungs, and as he reached for his throat, he realized he was being Force-choked.
He turned around to find a young man behind him with an angry face, greasy hair, and a mouth contorted with rage. Although he had never met him before, nor had heard what he must look like without his mask, Pik knew right away that this was Kylo Ren.
"Whatever it is you want," Pik managed to get out, "the Resistance will never kneel to you-"
"What I want is the Jedi."
"I don't-"
"Of course not. You're useless."
And with that, the air was taken out of his lungs, and Commander Pik fell to the ground dead.
Darth Phasma made her way through the battlefield, emerging through the clouds of spice, making sure to get none of it on her robe. She sensed someone was nearby.
Out of the clouds, Finn emerged with a blaster, shooting at her!
Phasma only had to raise her hand to make the blasts stop in mid-air.
"Who are you?" she asked.
Finn didn't hang around to answer. He darted for the nearby tie-fighter, hoping to board, wondering how far he could fly off-
-but he was pulled back. He realized the full weight of the Force was grabbing hold of him. Finally it pinned him to the ground!
Finn only lay there, out of breath, as he saw Phasma loom over him.
"You're a clone, aren't you?" Phasma said, "I've seen other soldiers who looked like you."
"Yes," another voice said, "I recognize him. He was one of ours."
And Finn saw Kylo Ren walking over, recognizing him.
"You. You know Rey."
"I'm-not talking-" Finn tried to get out.
"Take him prisoner," Ren said casually, "We have our first prisoner of war-"
At that moment, Udo attacked him!
Ren recognized Udo and did his best to fight him off; it was tough taking on any Wookiee in combat. But eventually, he had to resort to Force-choking. Udo brought his hands to his throat and roared loudly in agony!
"Just like your uncle," Ren said, "Chewbacca was stupidly loyal to my father, and you're stupidly loyal to this traitor. I suppose you think he's a fun-loving scoundrel too. Well, I'll show you."
With a wave of his hand, he knocked both Finn and Udo out unconscious.
"I'm taking these two prisoners back to the Star Destroyer," he told Phasma, "You can search for the Jedi all you want. These two will be having a lot of fun in my torture chamber."
"I don't think they know any information," Phasma said.
"Doesn't matter," Ren said, "I'm just going to torture them."
And he escorted the two prisoners back into space, letting the Sith take Kessel. He felt good, not only for capturing this rebel scum, but for truly being a commander again. All in all, the battle hadn't been such a bad victory for the Sith.
