Chapter 8
Ben awoke with a pounding headache in a small metal room that he assumed was an Imperial detention center. He slowly sat up and surveyed his surroundings. 'No windows, one heavy looking metal door, and no apparent mode of escape. Great.'
Ben heard footsteps approaching outside the door. Ben reached for his lightsaber and then remembered that he had given it to the sith. The footsteps stopped in front of his cell and the door swung open. An Imperial officer stepped in, followed by two Stormtroopers. "Lord Vader has requested your presence." The officer said as one of the Stormtroopers moved to cuff his hands behind his back. The two troopers then positioned themselves behind him and prodded him to follow the officer.
In Lord Vader's chambers…
Lord Vader paced in front of Ben. "You seem to have given my apprentice some trouble on Ilum." I didn't reply to him. Vader stopped pacing and stood in front of me. His eyes were enough to strike fear into the hearts of a normal sentient being. But Ben wasn't a normal sentient being. He was a jedi. "I can't have anyone knowing that he exists, so you must die." Ben saw his lightsaber out of the corner of his eye and pulled it towards him. He quickly activated it and cut the cuffs binding his hands. Ben turned around and saw Darth Vader standing with his lightsaber activated in his hand. Ben moved to counter the powerful attacks that followed. He struggled to hold Vader's saber away from him and it grazed his leg. Ben jumped back screaming on the inside in pain. Vader then picked him up and began slamming him back and forth against the walls and floor. Ben's saber now lay far away from him. Ben stood up and stumbled over to a computer. Looking at the screen, Ben saw that the plans for the Death Star were pulled up. Ben quickly sent the plans to Bail Organa on Alderaan. Darth Vader picked him up again and slammed his face down onto the computer. Ben struggled to stand up and faced Vader. By the time he realized what was happening, it was already to late to stop it. Vader plunged his saber into Ben's abdomen. The pain was excruciating. It burned like white fire. It was much more painful and longer lasting than Ben had expected. Slowly, darkness began to enshroud his vision and soon all was black. Finally, Ben drew his last breath, dieing a hero.
Little did Ben know, that his final effort to destroy the Empire had set things in motion that could not be stopped by fear or by technology. From that day forth, the Empire was doomed to fall. The only question that remained: When?