Phantom
Portalkeeper87
I glided after the dark figure as he stalked down a prison corridor. He could not feel my mind, no matter how strong he was in the Force. I had always been able to shield myself from him, should the need ever arise. And also able to borrow his abilities, I later found out.
His breathing was regulated by the mask, the despicable black mask that hid the very last part of his humanity.
I wonder if his eyes are still blue, as blue as the beautiful planet he destroyed less than a day ago. So blue that the sky of Tatooine could never compare.
My heart ached for that piercing blue.
He opened a cell door and spoke menacingly to someone inside. A prisoner, most likely. A rebel?
I wasn't here to save prisoners. But for my whole life I had worked on promoting peace and democracy in the Republic, now known as the Empire. And if the rebels felt the need to try and overthrow this vile dictatorship, who was I to argue?
But what could I do? I watched Vader leave the corridor, going back to the control center, probably to converse with that slimeball of an "Emperor".
Well, for one thing, I could try to get rid of some guards. After Vader had left the corridor, what had to be a battalion of storm troopers stormed back to guard the prisoner.
Uh-oh. I hoped Obi-Wan knew what he was talking about. Use the force, his voice vibrated in my mind. But I wasn't a Jedi! There had never been any need for my training to take place; my field was politics and had always been. But somehow I didn't believe these soldiers would be much impressed by a diplomatic solution.
I focused, concentrated my mind on the machinery hanging on the ceiling of the corridor. Feeling a confidence that wasn't entirely mine, using an ability that was borrowed temporarily from my ex-husband, I watched the poor storm troopers crushed under 50 tons of steel alloy.
None of them moved.
Repressing a slight shudder, I used the borrowed Force to whisk away the bodies and the machinery. The Dark Side was certainly very strong. I doubt even Yoda could have done that without breaking out a sweat.
But then again, I could almost feel that Vader had suddenly stopped dead still in his tracks as slight tremors raced down his metallic body, at the precise moment his troops were being squashed. But he moved on as soon as they were hurled away through the station.
Then I realized what had happened. I had "borrowed" Anakin's abilities! I had been able to manipulate matter for a few moments, using powers not within my reach. Like a sketch borrowing the artist's pen to add something in its own world.
Utterly impossible. Obi-Wan had mentioned something of my link to Anakin, a most uncanny link, but certainly he didn't mean…
Come to think of it, he probably did.
I jerked out of my musings then, hearing the sound of stealthy steps. Unmeasured, uncertain steps. Not Imperial guards.
I hid in a slight nook off the side of the corridor and watched as two people, dressed in slightly ill fitting Imperial uniforms, made their way toward the now-unguarded cell.
I didn't know who these people were, but I was going to throw them out the same way those storm troopers went.
I focused…and stopped. The shorted one…he felt familiar. The Force was very strong in him, almost as strong as it had been in Anakin. Strong but untrained. And they seemed to be here to rescue the prisoner.
He went in and came out immediately with a girl, maybe in her late teens or early twenties. A pretty little thing, about his height. The Force was not weak in her, either. Was this the rebel? The Rebels needed to be more careful, allowing their agents to dress in the specific designs of Alderaan, giving another clue as to the planet's sympathies.
With a little guilt, I realized the planet that had be obliterated. It would seem that this poor girl had no home.
Then the boy turned around and looked down the hallway, hearing the sounds of approaching troops. He stared in my general direction, missing the nook altogether. But I saw his face.
Such intense blue eyes! My heart ached at their absolute blueness. So blue they put Naboo's own oceans to shame.
This was no time to become homesick, nor was it to reminiscence about past lovers. This was time to hide.
Borrowing just a bit of the Force from a past lover, I spread a blanket of invisibility over myself.
It was time to watch. Again.
But soon, soon I would step from the cloaking veils and revel in triumphant vengeance. For the pain he had caused me, for the love he had taken then and still kept even now…
Darth Vader would pay.
