Revelation
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"With all due respect, Master, is he not the Chosen One? Is he not to destroy the Sith and bring balance to the Force?"
"… So the Prophecy says."
"A prophecy that misread could have been …"
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Mustafar.
The volcanic planet hung in space like a blood jewel, its surface overflowing with lava and rock.
Starkiller watched from the viewscreen of the two-man fighter given to him by Plagueis as the planet grew larger in his viewscreen. Next to him, PROXY flipped a switch. "Entering the planet's outer atmosphere now, sir."
The clone Jedi nodded. "Any readings?"
"There appears to be an Imperial presence on the planet … but that's odd. My scanners are indicating that there's only a small garrison present." He looked over at Starkiller. "The records in my internal database indicate that Mustafar should have a high Imperial presence … it's as if the Empire packed up and left."
Starkiller nodded. "Almost as if they know we're coming. A trap." He stood up, securing his gear and his two lightsabers. "Bring her in for a low landing. I'll enter the castle through the sewer network. From there, I'll break into their mainframe, find Vader's room, grab the holocron and then we'll get out of here."
PROXY accelerated the ship. "Very good sir."
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The starfighter skimmed the surface, the heat radiating from the lava flows already warming its hull. Proxy lowered the ship over a small exterior ventilation shaft, on the outskirts of the estate housing Vader's castle. Starkiller leaped off of the landing ramp, then looked back at PROXY. "Keep your commlink open and the ship nearby … I have a feeling we're going to have to make a quick getaway."
"Understood sir," PROXY replied. "And be careful!"
"Hey, it's Vader's castle. What's the worst that could happen?"
PROXY took the ship up into the atmosphere. Starkiller lifted the hatch of the ventilation shaft and leaped directly in.
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In space, a TIE Advanced x1 screamed towards the planet Mustafar. In the cockpit, Darth Vader adjusted the controls. His spies had indicated that Starkiller was heading towards Mustafar.
Just as Vader had planned.
Vader's mechanical hands gripped the controls even tighter.
He had deliberately left his castle unguarded. He had ordered most of his forces off-planet with only a few reserves left at his castle. Starkiller had to have suspected a trap, but that no longer mattered to Vader.
From the very day he took the original Starkiller as his apprentice on Kashyyyk, he had been playing one long game of dejarik with the boy. And now with his clone.
And now, they were approaching the endgame.
Vader's true purposes for the boy in the first place were about to be fulfilled, regardless of what he was doing on Mustafar.
Poisoning Captain Eclipse with a Force virus was a true stroke of genius.
For the boy had reacted exactly as Vader expected. The boy had done everything Vader wanted him to, and more.
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"As long as she lives, I will always control you."
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The boy had never been free from Vader's control. The best way to have someone do your own bidding was to give them the illusion of freedom.
And now the boy had finally found him.
The one whom Vader had been searching for since before he became the Dark Lord.
And now Vader would extract his location and plans from the boy.
And he would savor each fine second of the boy's agonized screams.
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"I've found a way to save you."
"Save me?"
"From my nightmares."
"Is that what's bothering you?"
"I won't lose you Padme."
"I'm not going to die in childbirth, Annie. I promise you."
"No – I promise you!"
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Inside of a refresher room in Vader's castle, a wall blew apart and Starkiller leaped up out of it. The sewers had been one long trek, and now he was inside of his old master's fortress. He held up a commlink up to his lips. "PROXY, I'm in."
"Very good, sir. The readouts indicate a security control room on your level. Location Point 005."
"Understood. Thanks PROXY."
He pocketed the commlink and hid in a doorway. Two stormtroopers marched down the hall. Starkiller Force-dashed behind them and before they knew what hit them, he decapitated both with his twin blades.
This is too easy, he thought. His suspicions were aroused. Surely Vader would not have left his own fortress so defenseless.
There was only one conclusion – the Dark Lord knew he was coming.
I have to hurry, he thought.
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The security room was manned by several Imperial offices sitting at computers, as well as a squad of stormtroopers. Starkiller stood on a catwalk overlooking the security room.
He took a deep breath, and dropped down, both weapons blazing. The personnel at the computers never knew what hit them.
The stormtroopers opened fire. Starkiller spun his blades, deflecting their blasts back at them, blasting them back into the walls.
He looked up at the security cameras and blasted them all with Force Lightning. Shoving one of the bodies at the computer aside, Starkiller plugged a device into the terminal. Where is Kaden when I need him? Starkiller thought to himself. He felt a lump in the pit of his stomach. He had told Pooja, and Kaden and Wedge to space off, he remembered.
But no time to dwell on that now. He spoke into the commlink. "PROXY, I'm sending you the readouts of the castle now."
"Understood sir. Vader's private chambers are several floors above you. It seems as though this portion of the fortress is built into the volcano itself."
Just great.
"Thanks PROXY. I'll make this quick. Standby."
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The castle's main audience chamber was a large, circular platform over a pit of magma. Two narrow bridges extended from two sides of the room, the platform in the middle.
Four Shadow Guards stood at attention.
BOOM!
An entrance door was blasted clean off its hinges. Starkiller dashed into the center of the room, right onto the circular platform, his lightsabers ready.
The Shadow Guards reacted instantly, their long staffs igniting with crimson blades. They circled around Starkiller, who eyed them all warily, each one waiting for the other to make the first move.
One Shadow Guard grew impatient, and lunged, thrusting his blade forward. Starkiller somersaulted over his head as the other three attacked at once. The first whirled around and joined the fray.
Starkiller dueled the four guards in middle of the circular platform. The four Shadow Guards moved in perfect unison. Beginning to regret saying this was too easy, Starkiller thought. And then he realized … the Shadow Guards were not attempting to kill him. They had surrounded Starkiller and were attacking him … but this was a misdirection. What they were doing was moving the fight towards the edge of the circular platform … hoping to get Starkiller close to the edge and then finish him off.
Starkiller attempted to Force Jump out from the midst of them … one of them caught him in mid-air with the Force, and with a wave, threw him over the edge.
Starkiller plummeted towards the lava below. He closed his eyes, reaching out, pulling a large rock free of the crater. He pulled it under him as he fell, then Force Repulsed in mid-air. He repulsed against this rock, blasting himself upward and back on to the platform. As he landed, he brought his weapons to bear upon the nearest Shadow Guard. The guard was stunned that Starkiller managed to save himself and couldn't raise his blade fast enough and was struck down.
The other three guards spread out. They all reached out at once, unleashing a torrent of Force Lightning at Starkiller. Starkiller Force Repulsed them away; as the second one flew up into the air, Starkiller grabbed him through the Force and hurled him off the edge of the platform into the lava below. He disappeared in a puff of smoke. The young Jedi Clone leaped into the air, unleashing his own torrent of Force Lightning. The two guards deflected the blasts with their own weapons; the first guard was taken by surprise as Starkiller broke into his defenses and thrust one of his blades through his gut.
Tossing the body of the guard away, Starkiller turned to face his remaining foe. The fourth and last Shadow Guard did not back down. Instead, he charged Starkiller, hammering away with his weapon. He drove Starkiller to the edge of the platform, their blades locked. The Shadow Guard pressed forward, Starkiller teetering over the edge of the platform …
… and Starkiller let himself fall backwards over the edge. The Shadow Guard looked down … and saw Starkiller hanging on the edge of the platform. With a free hand, Starkiller used the Force to pull the Shadow Guard over the edge.
With a shriek of terror, the Shadow Guard plummeted over the edge and vanished into the lava in a puff of smoke.
Starkiller hoisted himself back on top of the platform. Things were now eerily silent. He crossed the bridge on the other side of the audience chamber and found himself at the doors leading into Vader's chamber.
Starkiller blasted the doors open with the Force and entered the Dark Lord's sanctuary.
The room was large, and unnervingly sterile. A white mist hung over the air.
And in the center, a large bacta tank. Starkiller assumed that the tank was utilized by Vader in between missions.
He looked around. But there was no sign of a holocron.
"You are not supposed to be here." Starkiller whirled around and saw a Dark Side adept in a hood and robe. The figure, however, did not seem to be significantly alarmed that an intruder had broken into Darth Vader's chambers.
In fact, the adept did not seem alarmed at all. Instead, he merely held both hands in front of him, his face oddly curious. "And what does Darth Vader's former secret apprentice want here, I wonder?"
Starkiller cocked his head. "How did you know -?"
"The Emperor has many of us initiates in his inner circle. Yes, Lord Vader foolishly believed he could keep his cloning projects a secret from Lord Sidious."
Starkiller gripped his weapons tighter.
"No need for hostilities. The Emperor merely wishes to see how this all plays out. You are here for something?"
Starkiller figured there was no harm in telling him; he didn't seem to want a fight and perhaps he could be of assistance.
"A holocron. It's just, I don't know where it is."
The adept smiled. "I believe I know which one you are looking for. Lord Sidious permitted Lord Vader to keep this particular holocron, to feed his pain, his anger." The adept pointed a gnarled finger at a wall. The wall suddenly parted – a secret passage!
"Thanks -." Starkiller turned to the adept, but as suddenly as he had appeared, he had vanished into the smoke.
Starkiller turned and walked through the passageway.
Inside was another chamber, larger than the first. In this chamber was a large meditation pod with a seat in the middle. The pod was pressurized, likely so that Vader could relax inside without having to wear his breath mask.
And, on a small table in the center of the pod, was a holocron.
Starkiller reached out for it, but it suddenly opened by itself. From within the holocron, a small, blue three-dimensional image floated upward.
And Starkiller gasped.
The image in the holocron … was an image of Padme Amidala.
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The adept stood in front of holoimage of Darth Vader. "Yes," the adept was saying. "It is as you planned."
"You planted the holocron for him to find?"
"Yes, my Lord."
Vader clenched his fist. "Then he will discover the truth … and it will finally break his will."
"As you planned, my Lord."
"He will go where I was born. Make ready for my arrival."
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Starkiller was flabbergasted. His fingers reached out, caressing the small image of Padme Amidala. He was struck by just how much she looked like Pooja.
But why would Vader have a holocron of Padme? She was Anakin's love! Anakin was trying to save her; he was on a quest to find the secret of eternal life!
Could this have been a trophy? An emblem Vader kept, a mockery of his victory over Anakin Skywalker.
His mind went back to what Old Ben had told him on Tatooine. That Anakin and Vader were both from Tatooine. And then that Vader killed Anakin here on Mustafar.
Could it have been a crime of passion? Could Vader have also secretly been in love with Padme and killed Anakin in a jealous rage?
I'll figure this out later, Starkiller thought. He pressed a button on the holocron and the image of Padme disappeared. He then lifted the holocron in his hands, holding it up to the light, observing it.
And then another one of his visions struck him.
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Anakin Skywalker stood on a landing platform on Mustafar, outside of a bunker. A large, grey ship was there … and Padme stood in front of him, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Anakin … you're breaking my heart! You're going down a path I cannot follow!"
Anakin's eyes flamed with anger. "Because of Obi-Wan?"
"Because of what you've done! What you plan to do! Please, come back! I love you!"
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Starkiller dropped the holocron, his hands covering his eyes. He had sensed it in the vision – Anakin was brimming with anger, fear. Padme had said he'd done terrible things! But what?!
Were these Anakin's final moments?
Did Vader kill him, then, there on that landing platform?
What terrible things did he do?
Starkiller grabbed his commlink. "PROXY – I've got the holocron. Zero in on my position." He thought for a second. "But first, we're going to make a pit stop."
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The two-person fighter containing Starkiller and PROXY made a descent towards an old, derelict landing platform. This was the platform Starkiller had seen in his vision – where Anakin and Padme were arguing.
The whole facility had been utilized as an ore mining facility owned by the Techno Union – but that was simply a cover. During the Clone Wars, it was utilized by the Separatists as a droid army factory. In addition, a bunker had been built which housed the Separatist Council during the waning days of the Clone Wars.
Upon the rise of the New Order under Emperor Palpatine, the Empire had repurposed the facility, turning it into an Imperial Research Facility.
But it was silent now.
Just like Vader's castle.
Almost as though all personnel had been ordered to leave the facility.
Starkiller leaped down from the ship, turning to PROXY. "Keep the engines primed – the Force led me here for a reason."
PROXY nodded. "I'll keep in low orbit and scan for any incoming Imperials."
"Thanks PROXY." He watched as the droid piloted the ship away into the thick, smoky atmosphere. He then walked deep into center of the landing platform, looking around. He closed his eyes, reaching out, hoping to trigger another one of his visions.
But nothing happened.
There was only the roar of the lava flows, distant thunder in the pyroclastic flows.
He reached out further with his feelings, stretching out. He could feel many faint echoes swirling around him – quiet echoes, but feelings of faint anger, fear, pain, betrayal.
Without quite knowing why, he reached down to the holocron. The second his fingers touched it, several images swirled before his eyes.
He collapsed to his knees, as Mustafar transformed around him.
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Starkiller was on Tatooine. He appeared to be in a rundown hovel. A man with leonine features stood there, wearing a poncho. He recognized him immediately.
Qui-Gon!
A small boy was with him … and standing in a kitchen was an older woman. Her face was careworn and … sad.
The boy turned to his mother. "You're coming, aren't you Mom?"
The older woman – the boy's mother, Starkiller supposed – knelt down, taking the boy's hands in her own. "Son, my place is here. My future is here. It is time for you to let go …"
A determined look crossed the boy's face. "I don't want things to change," he said defiantly.
"But you can't stop change anymore than you can stop the suns from setting …"
Then her face turned as though she were looking directly at Starkiller.
"… you can't stop change."
Her voice echoed.
"You can't stop change … you can't stop it …"
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And then the scenery around him changed again. He was now on Naboo, in a beautiful lake country. He saw two figures walking along a porch of a Naboo estate, overlooking the water.
He recognized them.
Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala. They stood at the balcony, making idle conversation. And then, in a moment of passion, Anakin leaned in and kissed Padme.
She didn't fight it.
She kissed him back.
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And now he was back on Tatooine – a familiar setting.
A Tusken Raider encampment.
He was inside of a tent. And there, he saw a woman … the little boy's mother from earlier. She was tied to a post, beaten.
Semi-conscious.
There was a blaze of blue, and Anakin Skywalker had cut a hole in the wall and raced over to his mother, undoing her bindings.
She groaned, but her eyes focused on him for a second. "Annie … Is it you …?"
He cradled her in his arms, rocking her gently.
Like she had cradled him, when he was an infant. "I'm here, Mom. You're safe. Hang on. I'm going to get you out of here."
Her trembling fingers stroked his face. "Annie? Annie? You look so handsome. My son … my grown-up son. I'm so proud of you, Annie … so proud … I missed you so much … Now … I am complete …"
Anakin held back tears. "Just stay with me, Mom. I'm going to make you well again. Everything's …. Going to be fine."
He breathing grew more rapid. "I love …"
She never got to finish her sentence.
Anakin's mother breathed her last.
And Starkiller watched him, cradling his mother's body, rocking her limp form.
And then Anakin was on his feet. A burning rage.
He tore out of the tent, and before Starkiller's eyes, his blue blade was blazing, cutting down Tuskens left and right.
In a blind rage.
And he could hear the voice of Qui-Gon Jinn, calling out to the young Jedi, begging him. "Anakin! Anakin! No!"
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And the scene changed.
He was with Padme, in a workshop on Tatooine. Padme was trying her best to comfort him, but Anakin was having none of it. Instead, he was rambling incoherently.
"I'm good at fixing things … always was. But I couldn't … Why did she have to die? Why couldn't I save her? I know I could have!"
Padme touched him soothingly. "Sometimes there are things no one can fix. You're not all powerful, Annie."
This seemed to anger him even more. "But I should be!" he exploded. "Someday I will be … I will be the most powerful Jedi ever! I promise you. I will even learn to stop people from dying!"
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And now Starkiller was outside of a homestead on Tatooine. Anakin kneeled in front of a grave. Padme stood off to the side sadly, with another young couple and an older man in a hover-chair.
Anakin dug his fingers into the sand as he stared sadly at the tombstone. "I wasn't strong enough to save you, Mom. I wasn't strong enough. But I promise I won't fail again … I miss you so much!"
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The scenery shifted once again. Starkiller was in an office, with an older, battle-hardened Anakin. And before him, a figure who he could never forget.
Emperor Palpatine.
But his face was younger, smoother, not distorted and corrupted. Palpatine and Anakin were circling each other, Palpatine's face a fatherly mask, but one of compassion, feigned pity.
"Only through me can you achieve a power greater than any Jedi. Learn to use the Dark Side of the Force and you will be able to save your wife from certain death."
Anakin's face twisted. "What did you say?"
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The visions began hitting Starkiller more intensely, circling him now, overlapping. He saw Anakin in a hooded cloak leading an army of Clone Troopers, marching on the Jedi Temple.
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The Jedi Council Chambers. It was dark, and the sounds of screaming, lightsabers, and gunfire could be heard in the distance. Outside the windows of the Council Chamber smoke ascended from the temple.
A group of Younglings huddled together behind a chair, embracing each other, comforting each other.
Anakin entered the chambers.
One of the Younglings breathed a sigh of relief and came out from behind their hiding spot. "Master Skywalker, there are too many of them! What are we going to do?"
And Anakin activated his lightsaber. With a wave of his hand, the entrance to the Council Chambers were sealed behind him.
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Anakin here, now, on Mustafor, inside of the very bunker Starkiller was standing only meters away from … as Trade Federation and Separatist leaders screamed, pleading for mercy, begging for the lives.
And to Starkiller's horror, the Jedi he idolized, the Chosen One, the Hero With No Fear … showed none. One by one, they were cut down in cold blood.
And once he was finished, Anakin looked up at Starkiller, his eyes locking onto him under his hood.
His eyes glowed a bright yellow.
The same yellow he had seen in the eyes of the Emperor.
And Starkiller realized he was staring in to the eyes of evil.
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And now Anakin was on the landing platform with Padme, who was in tears. "Come back! I love you!"
Anakin's rage peaked. "Liar!"
Padme and Starkiller both whirled around to see another Jedi standing there, his eyes full of sadness.
Old Ben!
Only … not so old.
Anakin absolutely exploded. "You're with him! You brought him here to kill me!"
To Starkiller's horror, Anakin reached out with the Force, and began strangling Padme with the Force.
"Let her go, Anakin!" the young Ben demanded.
Padme gripped her throat, gasping for air. "Anakin … please …!"
Anakin released her and she collapsed onto the ground in a heap. Anakin and Ben were now circling each other, tossing their outer cloaks aside.
"You turned her against me!" Anakin screamed, and even though it was a vision, Starkiller could feel the raw, untapped darkness growing within the young Jedi.
"You have done that yourself!" Ben countered. "You have allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind until now … until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy."
"Don't lecture me, Obi-Wan! I see through the lies of the Jedi! I no longer fear the Dark Side as you do! I have brought peace, freedom, security and justice to my new Empire!"
"Your new Empire?"
"Don't make me kill you!"
"Anakin," Obi-Wan pleaded. "My allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!"
"If you are not with me, you are against me."
Obi-Wans sighed. Anakin was beyond reasoning with now. "Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must."
"You will try."
And in a lightning-fast move, Anakin flipped in the air, his blue lightsaber blazing … to be met by Obi-Wan's blue blade.
The two dueled across the landing platform, making their way into the bunker.
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And now, Anakin and Obi-Wan were outside, their battle in its final moments. Obi-Wan was standing on a floating mining platform which was out of control, careening across a river of lava.
Anakin was standing on a small floating mining droid, keeping pace with Obi-Wan. He glared at his master with pure rage … but yet, there was still sadness.
Some portion of Anakin was still in there … somewhere.
"This is the end for you, my Master," Anakin said solemnly, and Starkiller sensed that Anakin wished it could've been otherwise.
Anakin leaped onto Obi-Wan's platform, their sabers clashing again and again, neither one giving ground.
And in a swift move, Obi-Wan somersaulted backwards onto a ridge overlooking the shores of the lava river. Anakin whirled snarling with rage.
Obi-Wan smiled in triumph, his hands outspread. "It's over, Anakin! I have the high ground."
"You underestimate my powers!"
Obi-Wan shook his head, realizing what Anakin was about to do. "Don't try it!"
With a roar, Anakin leaped off his platform, attempting to land behind Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan's blade caught him in mid-air.
Anakin screamed, as he collapsed at Obi-Wan's feet and rolled down the embankment, a gloved hand scrabbling at the sand. He stopped just short of the lava river. But the heat this close to the lava was intense, and the black sand seared him.
Already his face, his skin and hair were beginning to char, and his robes were beginning to smolder.
And Obi-Wan could no longer contain himself. He finally broke. "You were the Chosen One! It was said you would destroy the Sith, not join them! Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!"
Obi-Wan picked up Anakin's lightsaber and began walking away.
"I HATE YOU!" Anakin roared.
Obi-Wan turned sadly. "You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you."
And to Obi-Wan and Starkiller's utter horror, Anakin burst into flames. They watched helplessly as the Chosen One was turned into a fireball, his screams rising along with the smoke into the night.
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And now, Padme was in a medical bay, Obi-Wan in tears standing over her. She was struggling to breathe.
"Obi-Wan … there's good in him … I know there's … still …"
The machinery attached to her began beeping alarms.
And Padme breathed her last.
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Anakin's charred remains lay in a medbay, droids attaching metal limbs to him, replacing the ones he lost, the Emperor's laughter echoing in Starkiller's head.
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And then there was a sound. One that Starkiller knew all too well.
Breathing.
Mechanical breathing.
Darth Vader's breathing.
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And now, a final vision. Here, on Mustafar.
In Vader's castle.
The Dark Lord sat in his mediation chamber. The sinking feeling in Starkiller's stomach grew as a piece of machinery lifted the helmet and mask away from the Dark Lord.
And Vader looked up.
And Starkiller wanted to scream and to hear his own heart out.
His face pale, ruined with various surgeries, skin grafts … Vader's skull was hairless, unrecognizable.
Nearly.
But Starkiller recognized those eyes.
They had the same eyes.
Those same yellow eyes, seething with dark energy.
The truth was out at last.
Finally, he knew - all the cryptic discussions about Anakin's fate finally sank in, making sense.
Anakin Skywalker never learned the path to immortality.
The Hero With No Fear had been the most afraid one of them all. And that fear destroyed him.
The Chosen One had fallen.
Starkiller had been on a wild space chase indeed. He had known Anakin Skywalker personally for most of his life.
He had been trained by him.
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And Starkiller screamed.
His cries ascended upwards into the black clouds.
Anakin had failed after all. He had never saved Padme.
And if Anakin had failed Padme, would Starkiller fail Juno?
He looked down at the holocron, and collapsed to his knees, holding the holocron up to his forehead, allowing tears to stream down.
All of this – for nothing.
Pooja had been wrong. Anakin Skywalker was a fallen idol … he couldn't help Starkiller. And how could the Chosen One help the Rebellion like Pooja had hoped? The Chosen One was the enemy of the Rebellion!
And Starkiller cried more.
Completely broken.
The man he held up to such a high standard was a monster.
Starkiller wanted to leave. Leave the Rebellion behind. Leave his friends behind. And return to Plagueis. Once he and Plagueis discovered a cure for Juno's virus, he wanted to leave with her.
Go away to the edges of the galaxy and forget this war. Forget the Jedi.
He only wanted to live out his life with Juno in peace.
After a few moments, the broken hero stood up, collecting himself. He prepared to call PROXY in on his commlink, when he stopped.
He sensed something.
And then heard it.
The all-too-familiar mechanical breathing.
For a moment, Starkiller thought it was another vision.
But he turned around.
Through the smoke and ash pillars, Darth Vader emerged. The Dark Lord calmly ignited his crimson lightsaber.
"YOU!" Starkiller flicked his wrists, igniting his twin blue blades. "I know who you are! What you've done!"
Vader stood there, breathing. "And now you know why I have allowed you to get this far. You now know why I infected Captain Eclipse with the virus. Why I allowed you to escape on Dantooine. Why I allowed you to go on your quest across the galaxy to find 'the Chosen One.' I had hoped that you would have figured it out sooner."
And it suddenly clicked in Starkiller's mind.
"Did you ever hear the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise?"
Starkiller pointed one his blades at Vader. "The Emperor lured you in with stories of eternal life … stories about Plagueis. You never wanted me to seek out Anakin Skywalker! This whole time, you wanted me to find Plagueis!"
"I told you," Vader replied. "As long as she lives, I will always control you." He took a step forward. "And now, you will reveal the location of the Emperor's former master."
Starkiller spun his blades. "You'll just have to beat it out of me!"
"That was always the intention."
And Starkiller and Vader stared each other down, ready to duel each other once again.
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