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A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: Yes, we are alive, and typing. I am so sorry that this chapter toook so long, but I wanted to get a lot done in it, and school kept gatting in the way. Anyways, it is finished and ready for your enjoyment.
A/N Nerwen Aldarion: Are you ready for another ruthless and bloody chapter? I cringed several times while rereading this because of the horrible things that occur and laughed more than once at Jan's thoughts.
Waygate: Yep this is twisted, and just wait till she meets Kyle.
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shanesnest: WE LOVED YOUR LATEST CHAPTER! Sorry we couldn't help ourselves,Vader certaintly is the man or machine we love to hate. Beleive us, Kyle hasn't met a girl like Jan yet.
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Chapter 3: The Death Star
Five years ago, her parents had been brutally murdered by the Republic. For those years, Jan had been training to avenge their deaths. She was ten now, and already gifted at the blaster. In a few more years, Vader had promised to teach her how to fight with a blade, but she was still too young.
Lord Vader was now bringing her to Coruscant, for the first time. Jan had heard so much about the capital of the Empire, but none of her dreams compared to what she saw.
Through the clear glass of the speeder, Jan could see the endless stretch of buildings. The tall skyscrapers seemed to touch the very top of the sky. All of the buildings reflected like mirrors, and were decked with thousands of lights. When she looked below, Jan gasped at the sight. They were soaring hundreds of stories above the actual ground. She could see more rows of speeders, criss-crossing like a ribbon. Never had she seen such wondrous things.
Behind the black mask, Vader smiled at the child enthralled by the city surrounding her. It reminded him of when he was a boy, and how he had first seen Coruscant. And looking at this mere slip of a girl captivated by the sight, for the first time it brought no pain to think of his past. He placed a gloved hand on her small shoulder.
"Soon, my apprentice, you shall see more of Coruscant," Vader said.
"Shall I meet the Emperor?" Jan asked hopeful.
"No, it is not yet time," Vader said.
Jan was slightly disappointed. She was old enough to understand that her training was a secret. More than likely the governors, and even the Senate had no idea that Vader had taken an apprentice. Now it was apparent that the Emperor didn't know. Still, it was only a little confusing. It didn't matter though; she had to trust her master, and only him. Vader was the only man who saw her as worth something and he would teach her to be just like him.
As Jan gazed out the shuttle window towards the Death Star, the memory of her first trip to Coruscant ran through her mind. The space station was impressive. The size of a small moon was immense and made of thick steel strong enough to repel most fire power. She knew that most of the governors and generals had their hearts set on it, certain that it would end the Rebellion. Vader, however, had taught her to put little faith in it. It was a machine, nothing more.
Their shuttle docked in the landing bay. Stormtroopers flanked either side, standing at full attention. Vader and Jan stepped off the ramp, and walked toward the man standing at the head of the troopers.
Grand Moff Tarkin was a middle age man, but he was still in full health. His intelligence was superior to most, and he had great leadership abilities. The Death Star was his palace, his kingdom. He had watched its construction, and now at its completion he reveled in its power.
"Lord Vader," He said to the Dark Lord, "We are pleased that you are here."
"Make sure that the princess is safely escorted to a cell," Vader said.
"Of course my lord," Tarkin's eyes found Jan, "May I ask who this…lovely young woman is."
"My apprentice, Jan," Vader stated.
Tarkin swept his eyes over the girl. She was young, and beautiful was an understatement for her appearance. Two daggers, two blasters and a sword hung at her waist. Her skin tight body suit was most becoming on her. Her brown hair hung in a braid reaching the small of her back. She was a vision, but when Tarkin stared at her eyes he shivered.
The deepest blue he had ever seen. They stared at you in icy cold depths. Her entire look was seductive. Tarkin was impressed by her, but her eyes seemed to dare him to touch her. Yet he knew that if he did, he would lose more than just his head.
"Welcome my lady," He said a little insecurely.
She gave him a slight nod, before turning back to her master.
Tarkin looked back at the disappearing princess, "The generals will not be pleased with this Lord Vader," Tarkin said, "I certainly hope that you know what you are doing."
Now the woman glared at him.
"We have evidence that suggests that Senator Organa has betrayed the Empire," Vader replied confidently.
"How strong is this evidence?"
"Do not question Lord Vader," Jan hissed, "If the generals are displeased then we will speak with them ourselves."
"Yes," Tarkin said quietly, "Very well then, I will lead you to them immediately."
Eight Imperial senators and generals sat around a black conference table. Imperial stormtroopers stood guard around the room. Commander Tagge, a young, slimy-looking general spoke up.
"Until this battle-station is fully operational we are vulnerable," Tagge slapped it down to the other generals, "The Rebel Alliance is too well equipped. They're more dangerous than you realize."
Admiral Motti leaned forward, "Dangerous to your Starfleet, Commander, but not to this battle-station."
"The Rebellion will continue to gain a support in the Imperial Senate as long as…." Tagge was cut off when Governor Tarkin walked in. The generals didn't stare at the governor. Instead their gaze was focused fully on the man dressed in black armor with a billowing black cape.
"The Imperial Senate will no longer be of any concern to us," Tarkin took a seat; "I've just received word that the Emperor has dissolved the council permanently. The last remnants of the Old Republic have been swept away."
Jan listened to the generals murmur amongst themselves. It was shocking yes, but pleasing. At last the Republic was destroyed. No, it wasn't. Not until the Rebellion was crushed.
Tagge spoke first, "That's impossible! How will the Empire remain in control with bureaucracy?"
Images of Tagge's head dissipated from his shoulders flashed through Jan's mind. It would be so simple, just one clean stroke with her sword and she would never hear another vile word from him again.
"The regional governors now have direct control over territories;" Tarkin explained calmly, "Fear will keep the local systems in line. Fear of this battle-station." He said his last sentence proudly. Like a father pleased with his child.
"And what of the Rebellion?" Tagge questioned, "If the Rebels have obtained a complete technical readout of this station, it is possible, however unlikely, that they might find a weakness and exploit it."
So they had been debriefed on the theft of the plans, Jan thought, impressive. For once these generals had showed some form of intelligence.
"The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands," Vader assured them. The generals looked at him again. A few eyes wandered to Jan, but the coldness that was reflected back at them made them look away.
Motti seemed to agree, "Any attack made by the Rebels against this station would be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they've obtained. This station is now the ultimate power in the universe," He slammed his fist to the table, "I suggest we use it."
"Don't be too proud in this technological terror you have constructed," Vader advised, "The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force."
Jan beamed at her master with adoration. His words were correct. The station was impressive, but the Force was stronger.
Admiral Motti was disgusted, "Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not help you conjure up those stolen tapes."
Jan's fingers curled around her sword hilt. Heat rose up into her face. Her mind screamed for her to spill blood. Her sword pulsed with life under her fingers, begging with thirst.
Vader put a hand over hers, in a gesture to be calm.
Motti continued, "Or given you clairvoyance enough to find the Rebels hidden fort…" Motti made a choking sound as he reached for his throat.
The generals looked at Motti with horror. Jan stared at her master, and saw his arm outstretched. She realized that it was him choking the Admiral using the Force. She smiled.
"I find your lack of faith disturbing," Vader said amused, Jan gave a small laugh.
"Enough of this!" Tarkin snapped, "Vader, release him!"
Darth Vader shrugged, "As you wish."
Motti slumped to the table with a gasp, as he filled his lungs with precious, sweet oxygen.
"This bickering is pointless," Tarkin stated, "Lord Vader will provide us with the location of the Rebel fortress by the time this station is operational. We will then crush the Rebellion in one swift stroke."
She had never liked Tarkin from the beginning, but Jan was pleased with his last statement.
The Death Star was surrounded by huge chunks of rock, and rubble. One might think that the spacestation of death was surrounded by an asteroid field. Jan knew the truth; however, the rocks sprinkling the stars around them were once a planet. Despayre had once been a lush world that had held captives. These prisoners built the Death Star, and were destroyed by it.
She longed to see such power. She wanted to see a planet burst into a ball of dust. How thrilling it would be to have such a weapon.
Vader walked into his apprentice's apartments, and saw her staring out the window. She turned when he walked in.
"My lord, do you require me?" She asked.
"Yes, I knew that you wanted to witness the interrogation of the princess."
"Yes I did," Jan said, "Is it to happen now?"
"Every thing is in check," Vader said, "I thought it best to test her on the pain droids first."
Jan grinned. She had seen these droids perform on prisoners before. It was amazing how such electrodes could leave a prisoner scarred, or bawling for mercy. She highly doubted that Princess Leia would do such a thing.
As if reading her mind Vader said, "She will be injected with a mind weakness chemicals first."
Jan nodded, that was definitely a first bet to try. The princess was far too strong for pain; although a procedure would more that likely be done. Leia's mind had to be weakened before they could question her.
The princess was seated in her cell when the door opened two Imperial guards walked in. The Darth Vader stepped into the cell, followed by the same woman she had seen on the Tantive IV.
"And now Your Highness, we will discuss the location of your hidden Rebel Base," Vader said calmly, his gaze turning to the door.
A strange buzzing was heard, and Leia stared bewildered at the door. A round, black droid floated into the cell. Several arms were fixed to it, but what caught her horror was the large needle it wielded. Leia was frozen to her seat, and didn't fight the two guards as they restrained her.
The droid slid the needle into her, making the Princess give a small cry of pain. Her head felt fuzzy, and her thoughts were clouded.
"Where is the Rebel Base?" in the fog she heard Darth Vader ask.
"It's on…on," She heard herself saying. No, I can't give into this, I must resist.
"Where is it?"
"I…I … no, I won't!"
Darth Vader chose another question, "What have you done with the plans?"
"I put them…I…I don't know," Leia said. It was so hard to keep her head. Every thing was so dizzy, and opaque.
Vader shook his head, "Her mind is too strong, she will continue to resist."
"What do you suggest next my lord?" Another voice asked, was it the woman? The one dressed in black, was it her?
"Use the electrodes," Vader stated, "Perhaps in this state she will give in."
Leia heard a fizzling sound, and then sharp burning of pain. She cried out, but was so lost strange world that she couldn't see anything. She felt it again, it was burning a hole in her chest; she was certain, straight into her heart. This world of fog, and voices, was filled with pain.
"Cooperate with us Your Highness, and the pain will desist."
The princess smiled in her thoughts. The pain will stop, the fogginess will end. Yes, I'll tell them, I have to.
"No don't," a whisper said.
A man appeared in her mind. An older man with long brown hair and light brown robes. He had neatly trimmed beard on his chin.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"I am the Jedi Qui-Gon Jin," the man said, "I knew your father. Don't give into him, Leia Skywalker, you must not give in."
"What do you mean you know my father?" Leia asked, "Skywalker? That's not my name."
"Don't give in," The man said again, "Be strong."
The princess remained silent, she didn't give in.
Darth Vader signaled the guards to shut the droid down. It was pointless to continue, she was too strong. Jan bowed her head; never had she met someone so strong. She didn't know how the princess resisted the mind weakness, but she managed.
"May I speak with her, master?" Jan asked.
"If that is your wish," Vader said, "but the interrogation is over."
"I will not question her, my lord; I merely wish to speak with her."
Vader nodded, but was curious about his apprentice's fascination with the princess. He knew that he had sheltered her from the galaxy. He did this in order for Jan to grow with the Dark Side, and full loyalty to him. This curious nature of hers shown now could be because she had never met a truly fascinating enemy.
After the guards and Vader left the room, Jan stood with her back against the cell door. Her master was correct in his assumption. She studied the princess with an astonished eye. She had no doubt that she could overcome such pain, but a princess? Royalty was often pitied when they scraped a knee. Pain was something only the common people felt.
"You are strong, Your Highness," Jan complimented.
"Who are you," The princess asked.
"My name shall remain anonymous, but I am the apprentice to Lord Vader, if you wish to know."
"An apprentice?" Leia asked, "I never heard of you."
"My master trained me in secret," Jan smiled as she remembered her training. It had been difficult, but gratifying.
"Why won't you tell me your name?" Leia asked.
"Perhaps when I find one worthy I will tell them my name," Jan said, " but for now I wish for my identity to be hidden."
Leia blinked, the fog was clearing. She could see the woman again, in black robes, her hair pulled back. A cloak covered her hair, and trailed down her back.
"I congratulate you on your strength, Highness," Jan said, "but it was useless effort. We will find out what you have done with those plans and you hidden base will be destroyed."
"I would rather die than give you the plans," Leia said confidently.
"I figured you would," Jan smiled, "I have enjoyed this conversation, Your Highness, a shame that such potential as yours has fallen to the Rebellion."
The woman left Leia alone in her cell. The princess shivered at the thought of such a cold hearted person. How had she come to be? Exactly who was Vader's apprentice?
Leia tried to remember the man who had spoken in her mind. What had he called her? He said he was a Jedi, didn't he? Something about her father.
The princess gave up remembering, and sat once again in silence.
"Her resistance to the mind probe is considerable. It will be sometime before we can extract any useful information," Vader said in report to Governor Tarkin.
Tarkin stood in thought with his chin in his hand. Jan stood wondering what he could be thinking.
An Imperial Officer walked in, first bowing to Vader an Jan before turning to the governor.
"The final check out is complete. All systems are operational." he said, "What course shall we set?"
"Perhaps she will respond to an alternative form of persuasion," Tarkin said.
Jan didn't like the sound of that.
"What do you mean?" Vader asked with the same feeling.
"I think it is time that we demonstrate the full power of this battle-station," Tarkin turned the officer, "Set your course for the princess' home planet of Alderaan."
"With pleasure," The officer said before striding out of the room.
"What is your plan, governor?" Jan asked.
"Merely a different form of persuasion," Tarkin said, "You said that the probes didn't work. Perhaps my plan will."
"Sir, my home world is Alderaan, what are you planning to do to it?"
"If you are Alderaanian, then you should feel a disgrace for you world. What I am going to do will cleanse this galaxy of the traitor planet."
"You best watch yourself, governor," Jan warned, "It will not be wise making me an enemy."
Admiral Motti entered the quiet control room and bowed before Governor Tarkin, who stood before the huge wall screen that displayed a small green planet.
"We've entered the Alderaan system," Motti said after saluting.
Before Tarkin could respond another voice spoke up, "Governor Tarkin, I should have expected to find you holding Vader's leash," He turned and saw Princess Leia smiling at him, "I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board."
Tarkin gave her an unamused smile, "Charming to the last. You don't know how hard I found it signing the order to terminate your life," He gripped her chin roughly.
"I'm surprised you had the courage to the responsibility yourself," Leia replied coolly.
She could have sworn that she had seen the Apprentice smile at her when she said that.
"Princess Leia," Tarkin replied, his voice all diplomatic, "before your execution I would like you to be our guest at a ceremony that will make this battle-station operational. No star system will dare oppose the Emperor now."
"The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers."
Jan had to admire her courage; it would be almost a shame to watch her die-almost.
"Not after we demonstrate the full power of this station," Tarkin smiled now, "Ina way you have determined the choice of which planet to destroy. Since you were reluctant to provide us with the location of Rebel Base, I have chosen to test this station's destructive power on your home planet of Alderaan."
Leis heard the Apprentice suck in a deep breath with a hiss. The princess felt her stomach drop.
"No," She pleaded, "Alderaan is a peaceful planet. We have no weapons, you couldn't possibly…"
"You would prefer another target? A military target? Then name the system," Tarkin leered at her with cold eyes, "I grow tired of asking this, so it shall be for the last time. Where is the Rebel Base?"
Leia looked at her emerald world outside the window, she sighed, "Dantooine, there on Dantooine."
Tarkin grinned with triumph, "There, you see Lord Vader, she can be reasonable." He turned to Admiral Motti, "Continue with the procedure, you may fire when ready."
Jan eyes went as wide as saucers, and then turned into slits of rage.
"What!" Leia cried.
"You're far to trusting," Tarkin smirked slyly, "Dantooine is far too remote to make an effective demonstration, but don't worry, we'll deal with your Rebel friends soon enough."
"No," Leia tried to push away but Vader held her back.
Jan looked at Vader with pleading eyes, but he just shook his head. He was powerless here.
Both women watched as their lush home world was reduced into atoms. Jan had finally seen a planet turn into dust, but she felt no joy. Instead she felt a burning fury at Tarkin.
Her master seemed frozen as the planet was disintegrated. She knew that the living presence of the Force in every being was deafening as the millions of people were perished. The violent roar of their deaths must have been horrifying to feel.
Tarkin smiled as the Princess was led away in tears. His smiled faded when he saw Vader's apprentice. Her blue eyes glared at him with an ocean of hatred. He saw that her hands her clenched around the hilt of her sword.
"You best watch yourself, governor. It would not be wise making me an enemy."
Tarkin knew the watch his back from now on; she could be lurking in any dark corner waiting to strike him down.
Hours later in Tarkin's office, Jan and Vader waited for the news of the Rebel Base. She was glad that they now knew where it was, but the price was a difficult one for her to bear. It was strange how the princess had given up the location so easily. Jan had thought her much stronger than that.
"Yes," Tarkin said when his com buzzed.
"Our scout ships have reached Dantooine," And officer reported, "They found the remains of a Rebel base, but they estimate that it has been deserted for some time. They are now conducting an extensive search of the surrounding systems."
Tarkin angrily flipped off the com, "She lied! She lied to us!"
Jan was grinning, oh how sweet this accidental revenge was.
"I told you that she would never consciously betray the Rebellion," Vader replied with the lilt of a chuckle.
"Terminate her immediately!" Tarkin ordered Vader.
"That is not wise, governor," Jan said, "There is still much we can gain from her."
"I do not take orders from you, wench," Tarkin replied, "I won't the princess dead."
"You forget yourself, governor," Vader hissed, his hand caressing the hilt of his saber. Tarkin caught the warning.
"I apologize, I spoke out of turn," He said, not meaning a word he said, "Do what you believe is best for now, but if you have no results by tomorrow I want her to be executed."
"As you wish," Jan replied. She would much rather execute him. Perhaps she could dig out his heart with her daggers, or cut off his limbs and let him bleed to death. She couldn't decide which one would be more satisfying.
The com buzzed again, and Tarkin answered.
"We have captured a small freighter entering the remains of the Alderaan system," A voice said on the other end, "its marking match those of a ship that blasted its way out of Mos Eisley."
Mos Eisley, Jan thought, what could be of interest there?
"They must be trying to return the stolen plans," Vader responded, knowing what his apprentice was thinking, "She may yet be of some use to us."
"Vader, go to the docking bay and investigate this matter," Tarkin said, "I trust you with this matter."
"As you wish," Vader said before leaving with Jan at his heels.
Darth Vader, a commander and Jan approached the freighter in the docking bay. It was a Correllian spacecraft and a dirty one too. Jan would say that it was a couple of scraps short of the blazing furnace. Whoever owned this ship desperately needed to repair it.
An officer exited the ship and steeped towards Vader, "There's no one onboard, sir. According to the log, the crew abandoned ship right after takeoff. It must be a decoy, sir. Several of the escape pods have been jettisoned."
"Did you find any droids?" Vader asked staring at the vessel.
"No sir, if there were any on board, they must have jettisoned."
"Send a scanning crew onboard," Vader ordered, his mind completely focused on the ship. Jan looked at him curiously, shocked by this odd behavior, "I want every part of this ship checked."
"Yes sir," the officer said turning to his comrades.
"My lord," Jan said to her master, "Are you alright?"
"I sense something," Vader said, "A presence I haven't felt since…" He trail doff and then turned away. Jan was about to follow, but she decided that he needed to collect his thoughts alone.
"Attach a homing beacon on this ship," Jan ordered the officer, "Something isn't right here."
Now Jan followed her master. It took her sometime to find him, but when she did he was in Governor Tarkin's office. They had apparently been discussing something.
"He is here." Vader stated to Tarkin.
"Ob-Wan Kenobi," Tarkin frowned, "What makes you think that?"
Jan was about to ask who Obi-Wan Kenobi was when Vader answered both her and Tarkin's question, "A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master."
So this Kenobi was Vader's master. Jan cold remember hearing some sort of story, about how apprentice had fought master in a deadly duel. Apparently the apprentice had fallen into a pit of molten lava, and had used the Force to claw his way out. In order to survive, machine was replaced with flesh, but the apprentice survived. She realized that the story was true, and that the apprentice was her master.
"Surely he must be dead by now," Tarkin said trying to soothe his own fears.
"Don't underestimate the power of the Force," Vader warned him.
"The Jedi are extinct," Tarkin said, "There fire has gone out of the Universe. You, my friend, are all that's left of their religion."
The com buzzed again, "Yes?"
"Governor Tarkin, we have an emergency alert in Detention block A-A 23."
"The princess!" Tarkin cried in astonishment, "Put all sections on alert!"
"Obi-Wan is here, and the Force is with him," Vader said.
"If you are right," Tarkin said, "He must not be allowed to escape."
"Escape is not his plan, I must face him alone," Vader replied.
"Master, let me fight this enemy with you," Jan pleaded.
"No, Jan," Vader said, "Seek out his companions, when I order you to return do so. Today you shall see a true duel between the Sith and the Jedi."
"And you will come out victorious," Jan said with a smile. She bowed to her master before leaving. Her destination was the Detention Level.
Luke, Han, Chewbacca, and Leia ran down an empty hallway and stopped before a bay window overlooking the pirate ship. The four had just brushed through a bit of danger after freeing the princess from her cell. Troopers were milling about the ship. Luke took out his pocket comlink to C-3PO on the other line.
"There she is," Han said looking at his prized ship.
"C-3PO, do you copy?" Luke asked into the comlink.
"For the moment," The droid said, "We are in the main hanger across from the ship."
"We're right above you," Luke said, "Stand by."
Leia looked at the ship with disgust, "You came in that thing?" She asked Han, "You're braver than I thought."
"Nice," Han replied sardonically, "Come on."
Han shot her a dirty look, and then started off down the hallway. They rounded a corner and ran right into twenty Imperial Stormtroopers heading toward them. Both groups were taken by surprise and stopped in their tracks.
The Stormtroopers recovered first, "It's them! Blast them!"
Before even thinking, Han drew his laser pistol and charged the troops, firing. His blaster knocked one of the Stormtroopers into the air. Chewie followed his captain down the corridor, stepping over the fallen trooper on the floor.
"Get back to the ship!" Han called after them as he continued his sprint down the corridor.
Han chased the Stormtroopers down a long hallway. He yelled and brandished his laser pistol while he did so, trying to be intimidating. The troops reached a dead end and were forced to turn and fight. Han stopped a few feet from them and assumed a defensive position. The troops began to raise their laser guns. Soon all ten troopers were moving into an attack position in front of the lone pirate. Han's determined look faded as the troopers began to advance. Solo jumped backward as they fired at him.
With a yelp, Han turned and ran for his life down the hallway. Today was just not the day he wanted to die. Chewie saw his companion firing and running, and followed.
Han and Chewbacca ran through a door, and fired at the controls. The door slammed to the ground, and locked the troopers on the other side.
The Correllian laughed and strode down the hallway. He was still alert, but more at ease. Those troopers couldn't stop me, He thought arrogantly.
At one end of the corridor was a dark shape. He paused and cocked his weapon. The figure stepped out of the shadows with no weapons in hand.
Hey, it's a girl, Han thought as he stared at the woman, not bad, pretty nice looking. This is one damsel I wouldn't mind saving.
The woman dressed in black gave him an icy smile, and then unsheathed her sword. Han saw the red crystals sparkle as she raised he weapon.
"Holy…!" He turned and ran shouting curses as he did. Chewie growled and followed him, leaving the demon-girl behind.
How thrilling, a chase, Jan thought and was about to follow them with a beeping noise on her wrist stopped her. She pushed her comlink to answer, "My lord?"
"I have found Kenobi," Vader said, "I will continue to follow him. Leave his companions, and come see the end of my master."
"Yes, my lord," Jan said.
She debated whether or not following the man, but decided not too. He wasn't worth missing this death of Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Jan found her master in a dark corridor leading to the hanger bay. She remained quiet, knowing that Kenobi would seen be near.
An old man stepped into the corridors, looking wary. She knew he could sense her master, but it didn't matter. The duel was about to begin.
Vader walked towards his old master, "I've been waiting for you Obi-Wan," He said, "We meet again at last. Now the circle is complete."
Jan remained in the shadows, still watching.
"When I left you, I was but the learner. Now I am the master."
Jan took great pride in his words. He was the master, and she was the apprentice.
"Only a master of evil Darth," Obi-Wan said right before their sabers clashed.
The duel began with a silver blue blade and a red blade hissed together. They swirled through the air, painting strange colors on the walls. Jan smiled as the blades of energy clashed and thrusted. She was a part of the fight, her soul was in it. It was a true duel.
"Your powers are weak, old man," Vader said.
"You can't win, Darth," Obi- Wan said, "If you strike me down I will become more powerful than you could ever imagine."
There blades met again, and they moved closer to where Jan stood. Obi-Wan saw the young girl standing in the shadows with a rapt look on her face. He only had to see her, and he knew.
"You trained one who is not strong in the Force?" Obi-Wan asked, "Why?"
"She is my greatest creation," Vader replied as he parried the blue beam, "An apprentice fully loyal to me."
"Do you realize what you have done?" Obi Wan asked, "Abilities now lie on her shoulders that no non Force Sensitive should bear."
"You quote the same propaganda, old man," Vader sneered, "She is strong, much stronger than you."
Jan gazed at the two opponents still locked in their duel. It was breathtaking how powerful they both were. Kenobi was old, but he fought like a youth. The Energy propelled in this fight was immense.
Something past her master caught her eye. She could see four figures running towards the ship they had captured. One of them was the Corellian she had seen earlier, another was the princess. She caught Vader's eye, and nodded towards the escapees-her sword hand ready.
Vader shook his head, and she understood. He was letting them go. With the homing beacon on the ship they could track them to the Rebel Base.
Jan leaned back against the wall and smiled as she watched the duel again.
Obi-Wan had seen his companions too. His gaze fell on the young boy with golden hair who was now watching the Dark Lord and Jedi Master, fight.
There was so much he wanted to tell Luke, needed to tell. But Obi-Wan knew that it wasn't his choice now. He raised his saber from Vader's, and shut his eyes.
Jan's smile grew as Vader's blade ripped through Obi-Wan's desert cloak, cutting the man in half. The body should have sunk the floor, but no body was there. Instead the robes crumpled onto the black floor. Vader was astonished, and prodded them with his foot trying to understand what had happened,
The boy Jan could see cried out, "No!" and alerted the Stormtroopers.
The troopers fired at the boy and his companions, "Lock the door kid! Lock the door!"
The boy fired at the door control, and blasted it into bits. They heavy doors closed with a bang, sealing Jan and Darth Vader away.
A/N: Next chap, we meet our favorite hero... REVIEW!