Stars of Death
Star Wars + Angels of Death
Summary: Zack and Rachel are two Sith long dead. Until a certain holocron brings them back, in the form of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker.
No! No! No!
Ray would be alright. She had to be.
"Zack." Rayh'l whispered, through pained gasps.
The hole in her side quivered, as her chest struggled to rise and fall. Slightly charred, and sizzling with blaster discharge. It hadn't completely cauterized the wound, as evidence by the puddle of red on the floor. Why hadn't it?
At least then, she wouldn't be in pain.
"It's okay." She told him, as he raced to her side. Bending to his knees, to get a better look at the wound.
No. It wasn't okay. Nothing was okay right now.
Her blond hair was soaked red.
The room was shaking. So much. Something was in his eyes. They leaked, and itched like crazy.
Noises were pouring out of his throat.
(Nothing would be okay again.)
"No! Your fine!" He yelled, getting down on his hands and knees to look at the wound. "I'm not a liar!"
Ray couldn't die! She just couldn't!
(He needed her.)
"We promised!"
(Who else would understand him? Who else would smile like that?)
He wasn't a liar.
(Who would tell him he was a person? That he was important-even it was just some suicidal blond who wanted him to kill her.)
Please, let it not be like the Old Man.
"Even if we can't fulfill our promise-" Ray started, with a chough. As loud as she could. Even though her voice shook, and was so weak she could barely manage a whisper. "That-That is enough for me."
How many times had Zack looked at the same body, and thought about how fragile it was? How weak, and small? Someone he had to protect, because there was no way he'd be able to escape without her. She was-heck, she was strong. Stronger than Zack gave her credit for.
But now. Struggling for breath, with charred insides showing. Telling him what they'd been fighting for, their promise, was gone. She had never looked stronger.
"You won't be a liar, Zack." She told him, grabbing a hold of his hand. "I'll carry this promise for the both of us."
Something like pride, as she held herself together. Proud of herself. It was... strange, but a good look on her. Something different, after she spent all this time hating herself. F'ck's sake, it was a good look.
There was still had that blank, dead look. It was in the eyes. But now they had another emotion. One he'd only seen directed at other people, when he killed them together. When they knew they were going to die, and wanted to say one last thing.
It was weird. Somethin' fuzzy, and cray-cray. That felt good. And sad.
And how could somethin' feel both good and sad? That didn't make no sense.
Augh! Zack didn't now what it was. Only that it made him hurt like f-ck.
Then the blast tore through Dan'e's shirt. Oh. That's what happened to the Jedi/Sith.
And it didn't matter, because Ray was gone. Going...
Who cared if Creepers-Peepers was gone, if Ray was gone too?
"Ah, but what is lost can also be restored." The Sith dressed as a Jedi stated. Taking out a pyramid and using the Force to switch it on. It glowed with red light, as it started to float.
It hovered over Ray. Shining a bright red beam down like a flashlight, over her head. "Starting Soul Transference. Now."
A few seconds later, the beam shut off. Moving back to the Jedi Sith's hand. "Ready to begin Transfer."
"Computer. Can you house four more Souls at the same time?"
"Yes."
A red lightsaber through the chest.
"Well, Zack." Gray started, before he died. "When you wake up, you will see Rayh'l again."
OOO
"Soul Transference complete." A mechanical voice stated.
Zack opened his eyes to the same red pyramid floating above his head.
Ray looked at him, and she never seemed so beautiful. Even in the baggy, old robes of a Jedi. And a lightsaber at her hip, that just didn't fit her at all-Zack knew how she felt in the Force, that chrysal wasn't Her.
Also, since when had Ray gotten enough training for a lightsaber? She needed one, f'ck knows she needed the help-it was hard enough keeping a twig like her alive.
"Ray."
"Zack."