Chapter 1: An Encounter With Darth Undor
Anita looked deeply into the grotesque mask of her opponent, Darth Undor. Darth Undor, the dark lord of the Sith walked forward to Anita, his lightsaber still not activated. But with Dark Lord's each deliberate step, the sound of the clunk of his boots on the hard metal sent shivers up Anita's spine. She closed her eyes a bit. Frightened about her impending death. She knew she was only a Padawan learner—and she could not defeat the Dark Lord.
I must not be afraid. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hatred. Hatred leads to the Dark Side, thought Anita. The Dark Lord's eyes sent a strange feeling that stirred in her heart, but what memory, what event, she could not recall. Beads of sweat traveled down her face, sweat formed around her hands that was tightly gripping the mystical Jedi weapon of hers.
Anita gripped tightly to her own lightsaber. The Dark Lord walked closer… and closer, cornering Anita to the ledge of the energy shaft that leads to a bottomless pit below.
One more step back, and she would have fallen into the dark abyss.
"Join me on the Dark Side or you shall fall like all your other powerless Jedi friends," said a muffled voice of Darth Undor from behind his Sith Mask.
Death or Dark Side? The young apprentice asked herself. The young Padawan learner, Anita, still has not thought about the prospect of death—it seemed frightening to her… Her master, Maira sure wasn't there to save her. Maira was still collecting data for their mission.
They were sent there to investigate the New Empire's new super-weapon—the Death Star III. The New Republic, which lasted for more then a millennia, fell into pieces two decades ago when a mysterious dark forces corrupted the Senate. Now, a shady emperor is in command of the New Empire.
One of the New Empire's lords was Darth Undor. Darth Undor now activated his lightsaber. The menacing red light emitted from his weapon, as he was only one meter away from Anita.
Anita activated her own purple-bladed lightsaber and flipped through the air. She was now the one cornering Darth Undor, but she knew, in the coner of her mind, that this would be futile.
She swung her weapon at her dark opponent as the sound of the lightsaber hummed through the voluminous chamber.
Undor easily blocked it, and pushed his weapon forward. He was too strong, Anita fell back to the ground, but she managed do a sweeping kick and tripped Undor.
Both stood up again, and their lightsabers clashed many times, each was relentless, each attacked with ferocity. However, Anita was fighting a loosing battle. Undor's Force was too strong in him.
With one swift stroke, Undor chopped the base of Anita's lightsaber, as its remains fell to the ground.
The young apprentice was defenseless, but using the Force, she managed to knock a few objects towards Undor. This was futile as he deftly deflected the flying debris.
Without any more objects to throw, Anita stood there, preparing for Undor's final strike upon her body.
Darth Undor hesitated for a moment, looking at the helpless Jedi Padawan before him. Anita closed her eyes, her soul was at peace as Undor swung his weapon across her head… Death. The voice of death echoed in her young mind.
Right before the moment of impact, Undor's lightsaber flew out of his hand. Anita looked up; her master had come to save her. Maira smiled at her apprentice. Anita ran right to the side of her master. Maira threw Undor's lightsaber to Anita. Now Anita was holding Undor's ruby-reddish Jedi weapon.
Undor, without a lightsaber growled at them, "You shall pay for this fools!" And saying so, he reached out his hand as the Dark Lightning hurled towards our Jedis.
They both deflected it and walked towards Undor. Yes, Undor was powerful, perhaps more powerful than the Master and Padawan combined, but not without his lightsaber. Without his lightsaber, Undor was nearly defenseless. He stepped back until his heals were at the edge of the seemingly bottomless shaft.
"If I shall die, it will not be by the hands of you!" Darth Undor laughed in an ominous manner. Darth Undor and Maira fixed their gazes for a second, and it almost appeared that there was a connection between these two, but alas, Darth Undor fell.
Master and Apprentice watched the demise of this great dark apprentice. Anita threw Darth Undor's lightsaber down the shaft too—for it was honorable, even for a vile villain like the Dark Lord, to die with his Jedi weapon.
"Quick, we must escape! I am afraid the Emperor himself is onboard this new Death Star!" Maira said.
"Yes, I can sense him too," Anita said as she bent down to pick up the pieces of her own lightsaber and placed it in her sack.
Maira and Anita safely got into the confines of their shuttle as they quickly escaped the wrath of the new work-in-progress Death Star II and hyperspaced out.
Anita fell asleep in her master's arms. She had quite a fright there, confronting Darth Undor. Maira and Anita were close friends, and Maira thought about their friendship, and Anita's great talent in the Force.
But another problem bothered Maira—Darth Undor:
It was during her teenage years, when Maira still did not discover her Jedi powers. Maira was a typical Coruscant girl. Her family made a modest living, giving Maira ever bit of unrequited parental love a child could desire. But her parents did not trust the Jedi Order, nor any Jedis. Her greatest ambition was to be an ambassador when she grew up—Maira believed in peaceful negotiation, and thus she met a boy her own age in her younger childhood years in the Youth Diplomatic Core of Coruscant. His name was Ben Darklighter. They quickly became friends and their friendship grew, and even youthful romantic couple in their teenage years. However, when Maira discovered her Jedi powers, she knew that her powers would be needed to stop the threat of the imminent new dark force that was shadowing the New Republic. Maira told Ben that she had to leave to begin her training—but was also afraid of her parents discovering her newfound powers, for they dislike any association with the Jedi Order. Ben loved her so much he could not bear to let her go. The night before Maira left, they made love for their first time, but also their last. Thus, Maira faked her death and ran away from her family and home to the Skywalker Jedi Academy, leaving Ben heartbroken. Maira took the Coruscant transit to the Academy that was also on Coruscant, and she cried her whole way there. She knew that when she was finished with her training, she would go back to her parents and explain things, but Maira knew as a Jedi, attachment was forbidden—so she cried for Ben. She knew she had caused Ben's forever scar in his heart… But upon the first few months of training, Maira found herself pregnant with a girl. Unable to bear the shame of the Jedi Order, she sent her child away to an anomalous adopter, never to be seen again. However, Maira managed to redeem herself by becoming one of the most prominent Jedi of her generation…
Maira was musing about her past life as a tear dropped from the corner of her eye. "Master, master!" Anita shook Maira.
Maira was startled and saw that it was her apprentice and said, "Yes Padawan."
"Master, we have news from the Fleet that the Empire are planning a offensive to finish off the rest of our insurrection. We must do something! When the Death Star III comes online, there will be nothing to stop it! It is far more powerful than that of the Death Star a thousand years ago!"
"Calm down my apprentice, we must use the Force to guide us. I shall speak to the Jedi High Council about this when we get to the Fleet. I'm sure they are working on a solution."
"But master! We must do something. Perhaps we can turn around and destroy the Death Star while we're near! It is still not complete!" cried Anita.
"Patience Anita! We are here to do our mission—and we have completed it. And that is to retrieve the schematics of the Death Star, nothing more," Maira said holding up the data chip they retrieved from that monstrous vessel.
Anita calmed down, but did not look convinced. Such was the face of a naïve, but soon to be powerful Jedi apprentice.
Their ship slowed down and exited hyperspace, with a huge fleet of the remaining New Republic massing in Coruscant, their last planet of hope.
…Meanwhile, Darth Undor was falling, and it appeared to be his death, but he saw his lightsaber too fall with him. Darth Undor used the Force and retrieved his lightsaber. Diving towards the wall, he forcefully stabbed the wall; thus he hung from his lightsaber that was stuck in the wall. Darth Undor hung there, waiting in the deep shaft of the new Death Star.
Anita looked deeply into the grotesque mask of her opponent, Darth Undor. Darth Undor, the dark lord of the Sith walked forward to Anita, his lightsaber still not activated. But with Dark Lord's each deliberate step, the sound of the clunk of his boots on the hard metal sent shivers up Anita's spine. She closed her eyes a bit. Frightened about her impending death. She knew she was only a Padawan learner—and she could not defeat the Dark Lord.
I must not be afraid. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hatred. Hatred leads to the Dark Side, thought Anita. The Dark Lord's eyes sent a strange feeling that stirred in her heart, but what memory, what event, she could not recall. Beads of sweat traveled down her face, sweat formed around her hands that was tightly gripping the mystical Jedi weapon of hers.
Anita gripped tightly to her own lightsaber. The Dark Lord walked closer… and closer, cornering Anita to the ledge of the energy shaft that leads to a bottomless pit below.
One more step back, and she would have fallen into the dark abyss.
"Join me on the Dark Side or you shall fall like all your other powerless Jedi friends," said a muffled voice of Darth Undor from behind his Sith Mask.
Death or Dark Side? The young apprentice asked herself. The young Padawan learner, Anita, still has not thought about the prospect of death—it seemed frightening to her… Her master, Maira sure wasn't there to save her. Maira was still collecting data for their mission.
They were sent there to investigate the New Empire's new super-weapon—the Death Star III. The New Republic, which lasted for more then a millennia, fell into pieces two decades ago when a mysterious dark forces corrupted the Senate. Now, a shady emperor is in command of the New Empire.
One of the New Empire's lords was Darth Undor. Darth Undor now activated his lightsaber. The menacing red light emitted from his weapon, as he was only one meter away from Anita.
Anita activated her own purple-bladed lightsaber and flipped through the air. She was now the one cornering Darth Undor, but she knew, in the coner of her mind, that this would be futile.
She swung her weapon at her dark opponent as the sound of the lightsaber hummed through the voluminous chamber.
Undor easily blocked it, and pushed his weapon forward. He was too strong, Anita fell back to the ground, but she managed do a sweeping kick and tripped Undor.
Both stood up again, and their lightsabers clashed many times, each was relentless, each attacked with ferocity. However, Anita was fighting a loosing battle. Undor's Force was too strong in him.
With one swift stroke, Undor chopped the base of Anita's lightsaber, as its remains fell to the ground.
The young apprentice was defenseless, but using the Force, she managed to knock a few objects towards Undor. This was futile as he deftly deflected the flying debris.
Without any more objects to throw, Anita stood there, preparing for Undor's final strike upon her body.
Darth Undor hesitated for a moment, looking at the helpless Jedi Padawan before him. Anita closed her eyes, her soul was at peace as Undor swung his weapon across her head… Death. The voice of death echoed in her young mind.
Right before the moment of impact, Undor's lightsaber flew out of his hand. Anita looked up; her master had come to save her. Maira smiled at her apprentice. Anita ran right to the side of her master. Maira threw Undor's lightsaber to Anita. Now Anita was holding Undor's ruby-reddish Jedi weapon.
Undor, without a lightsaber growled at them, "You shall pay for this fools!" And saying so, he reached out his hand as the Dark Lightning hurled towards our Jedis.
They both deflected it and walked towards Undor. Yes, Undor was powerful, perhaps more powerful than the Master and Padawan combined, but not without his lightsaber. Without his lightsaber, Undor was nearly defenseless. He stepped back until his heals were at the edge of the seemingly bottomless shaft.
"If I shall die, it will not be by the hands of you!" Darth Undor laughed in an ominous manner. Darth Undor and Maira fixed their gazes for a second, and it almost appeared that there was a connection between these two, but alas, Darth Undor fell.
Master and Apprentice watched the demise of this great dark apprentice. Anita threw Darth Undor's lightsaber down the shaft too—for it was honorable, even for a vile villain like the Dark Lord, to die with his Jedi weapon.
"Quick, we must escape! I am afraid the Emperor himself is onboard this new Death Star!" Maira said.
"Yes, I can sense him too," Anita said as she bent down to pick up the pieces of her own lightsaber and placed it in her sack.
Maira and Anita safely got into the confines of their shuttle as they quickly escaped the wrath of the new work-in-progress Death Star II and hyperspaced out.
Anita fell asleep in her master's arms. She had quite a fright there, confronting Darth Undor. Maira and Anita were close friends, and Maira thought about their friendship, and Anita's great talent in the Force.
But another problem bothered Maira—Darth Undor:
It was during her teenage years, when Maira still did not discover her Jedi powers. Maira was a typical Coruscant girl. Her family made a modest living, giving Maira ever bit of unrequited parental love a child could desire. But her parents did not trust the Jedi Order, nor any Jedis. Her greatest ambition was to be an ambassador when she grew up—Maira believed in peaceful negotiation, and thus she met a boy her own age in her younger childhood years in the Youth Diplomatic Core of Coruscant. His name was Ben Darklighter. They quickly became friends and their friendship grew, and even youthful romantic couple in their teenage years. However, when Maira discovered her Jedi powers, she knew that her powers would be needed to stop the threat of the imminent new dark force that was shadowing the New Republic. Maira told Ben that she had to leave to begin her training—but was also afraid of her parents discovering her newfound powers, for they dislike any association with the Jedi Order. Ben loved her so much he could not bear to let her go. The night before Maira left, they made love for their first time, but also their last. Thus, Maira faked her death and ran away from her family and home to the Skywalker Jedi Academy, leaving Ben heartbroken. Maira took the Coruscant transit to the Academy that was also on Coruscant, and she cried her whole way there. She knew that when she was finished with her training, she would go back to her parents and explain things, but Maira knew as a Jedi, attachment was forbidden—so she cried for Ben. She knew she had caused Ben's forever scar in his heart… But upon the first few months of training, Maira found herself pregnant with a girl. Unable to bear the shame of the Jedi Order, she sent her child away to an anomalous adopter, never to be seen again. However, Maira managed to redeem herself by becoming one of the most prominent Jedi of her generation…
Maira was musing about her past life as a tear dropped from the corner of her eye. "Master, master!" Anita shook Maira.
Maira was startled and saw that it was her apprentice and said, "Yes Padawan."
"Master, we have news from the Fleet that the Empire are planning a offensive to finish off the rest of our insurrection. We must do something! When the Death Star III comes online, there will be nothing to stop it! It is far more powerful than that of the Death Star a thousand years ago!"
"Calm down my apprentice, we must use the Force to guide us. I shall speak to the Jedi High Council about this when we get to the Fleet. I'm sure they are working on a solution."
"But master! We must do something. Perhaps we can turn around and destroy the Death Star while we're near! It is still not complete!" cried Anita.
"Patience Anita! We are here to do our mission—and we have completed it. And that is to retrieve the schematics of the Death Star, nothing more," Maira said holding up the data chip they retrieved from that monstrous vessel.
Anita calmed down, but did not look convinced. Such was the face of a naïve, but soon to be powerful Jedi apprentice.
Their ship slowed down and exited hyperspace, with a huge fleet of the remaining New Republic massing in Coruscant, their last planet of hope.
…Meanwhile, Darth Undor was falling, and it appeared to be his death, but he saw his lightsaber too fall with him. Darth Undor used the Force and retrieved his lightsaber. Diving towards the wall, he forcefully stabbed the wall; thus he hung from his lightsaber that was stuck in the wall. Darth Undor hung there, waiting in the deep shaft of the new Death Star.