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General Demus Starburn was quite disappointed. Upon their first report that they had found no sign of the Jedi on Naboo, he had hoped to return to his former duties on the still-in-progress Death Star. But a loyal trooper had reported spotting a figure in a brown robe leaving a small vessel in the fields near the capital. Upon seeking Vader's guidance, the Sith lord had commanded them to possess the vessel, ambush the Jedi and shoot him/her on sight upon their return. He had not wanted them to scout out the entire area for miles around. The Jedi would have surely been alerted to their presence.

So, the general had obeyed his master's orders. He had arrived at the vessel sight on foot with his troopers not 30 minutes ago and sent out scouts to survey the area around the ship to see if there was any sign of the Jedi. Their search had revealed nothing. The scout party has just returned with their news and now Starburn was preparing to set up for the ambush. A clone baring rank marks on his armor approached the general.

"What now general?" he asked.

"Have the troops fall back into the brush about 100 paces east," he said. We don't have a lot of cover, so an effective ambush will be difficult. But we will make due with what this environment gives us. Tell the…" The general paused to the sound of a faint but sudden pop, like some sort of energy discharge. "Did you hear that?" asked Starburn.

"No general," answered the trooper.

"I could I sworn that I heard something just over that hill," insisted Starburn.

" We reported no one in the scout radius," said the clone. Starburn ignored his comment.

"Take one of your men and go and check it out."

"Yes Sir." The clone motioned for one of this men to follow him. He obeyed, marching off behind the officer. The hill was several yards away from the ship and pretty steep with soft earth and weedy vegetation on this side. It took the clones a few minutes before they disappeared over the other side of the hill.

Starburn leaned against the Jedi vessel, awaiting the return of the troopers before he issued any further orders. He became quite agitated when they did not return as quickly as he had expected. Then he heard what sounded like a slight commotion just behind the hill, followed by a dead silence. He waited for several minutes, staring at the hill's peak: waiting for the troopers to reappear either empty handed, or dragging a corps between them. Finally, Starburn lost his patience.

"They should have been back by now!" he exclaimed. He turned and motion for three troopers to follow him. Briskly they approached the hill and were just about to make their ascent when a long shadow stretched suddenly across the valley. The soldiers looked up and saw the dark image of a figure standing atop the hill, her form boldly outlined in the brilliant moonlight. A trooper accompanying Starburn was the first to speak.

"What the…" They were the last words he ever spoke, as with a snap-hiss a long, brilliant bolt of green ignited in the hand of the figure. She charged the trooper who had spoken, whirling the weapon about her body, confusing all who laid eyes on her. The trooper gave one short cry before he saber severed his head from his body. Starburn looked astonished as the clones head rolled to his feet. The body, with a sizzling neck stump fell to the ground.

"Open fire!" he screamed. The night air lite up with flare of red blaster bolts. The sounds of ear splitting blasts from blaster rifles filled the valley. But none of the well aimed bolts touched the female Jedi Knight. Her arm wielding the green blade was no longer her own. It belonged to the Force. The saber became an indistinguishable, green blur whirling about in front of her. Her eyes were closed. The Force was her guide. Many of the bolts she reflected back of the clones who had fired them. These were thrown backwards, falling to the earth in agonizing pain, a black hole with smoldering flames burned into their armor.

"Shot her! Shot her!" yelled Starburn. But it was no use. Each bolt was either deflected across the field, or reflected back into another trooper. He lost 10 men this way in the first few seconds. The Jedi moved in, and her blade took on that of an offensive role rather than just a defense. A trooper screamed as his armed spun through the air, detached from the shoulder to which it had belonged. He only felt his pain for a short while before he lay dead upon the grass. The night was filled with the sounds of blaster riffles, a buzzing lightsaber, screaming troopers, and a frantic Starburn.

One by one the troopers fell, and some attempted to retreat. Three troopers dropped their weapons and proceeded to flee into the fields. The Jedi was upon them with lightning speed. In the three seconds, one lay headless, another collapsed to the earth with a vicious gag, a perfectly round hole, smoking and glowing yellow, burned through his throat, and the last screamed in pain as he fell down on smoking, yellow stumps where his legs had once been. He was silenced as the saber plunged with a sizzle through his skull. The troopers had no time to take advantage of her or find a chink armor. Her arm was like an all knowing, intelligent being. Even in the midst of a kill the Jedi deflected and reflect every energy bolt fired upon her.

Starburn barked orders like a madman, his face a crimson red and his mouth wide open.

"Get back here and kill that Jedi!" he screamed at two troopers attempting to run. The Jedi reach out with her hand, and unseen forces lifted the two soldiers from the earth, pulling them back towards her at an extraordinary speed. When they were only a few feet away, she lashed out with her saber, severing their bodies in two.

Upon seeing this, the general came to a horrific realization. This Jedi had no intentions of taking any prisoners or…leaving any witnesses. With this in mind, Starburn fell silent and began to slowly retreat away from the battle scene. Gradually the sound of blaster fire decreased and the sound of the whizzing saber and screaming troopers multiplied. He glanced back over his shoulder and saw the Jedi fling four troopers through the air with a wave of her hand. Their cries echoed through the night sky as they catapulted out of sight, destined to perish upon contact with the earth.

Starburn's eyes went wide and he quickened his pace. He ran past three troopers who were also in retreat, but their heavy, white armor slowed them down. He heard the buzzing saber and three sharp cries followed by thuds to the ground. Suddenly a force push thrust through the air. He crashed to the earth and came to a skidding stop upon his face, several yards from the vessel.

He had to call for help. Vader had to know that they had failed. Of course the Sith lord would be displeased with such a report, but the general didn't care. He was already destined to die at the hands of this Jedi trash; but not before sending out a distress call. Starburn fumbled madly through his belt in search of the small, round communicator. A ribbon of hope surged through his chest as his fingers closed around the disc. As he drew it from his belt, he realized that it had grown eerily silent. He could no longer hear the sound of blast fire or the sound of shouting troopers. He couldn't even hear the buzzing lightsaber!

He was hastily trying to activate the communicator, pain bursting through his face and back, when suddenly, unseen hand snatched the device from his clutches and hurled it through the air. It smashed upon the hull of the vessel, shattering into a million pieces. Starburn knew what had happened. He turned to his right and saw the Jedi standing there. Her left hand was raised with the fingers spread, and her right hand rested at her side, fingers closed tightly around the saber hilt, now disengaged.

She stood there silent for several seconds. For a moment, the general thought that she meant to spare him, and the burning fear in his chest had begun to cease. But his nightmarish horror was suddenly reawakened when he heard the awful snap hiss! The Jedi rushed him, blade raised out to her right. The general raised his voiced in one, horrific, bloodcurdling scream, his final expression of utter fear and despair. Starburn's vision exploded with a green brilliance.

His excessive terror of the inevitable was instantaneously defunct.