Name: Darth Vader, formerly Anakin Skywalker

Gender: Male

Rank: Sith Lord

Location: Death Star

Mission: N/A

Grand Moff Tarkin walked up behind Vader, and stood beside him. The once dark-brown hair Tarkin used to own had turned silver-white. It fit under his dark gray imperial cap, quite nicely in Vader's opinion. Vader had lost his own hair on Mustafar, not that it would matter; his head was covered by the helmet.

"How fares our new recruit?" Vader asked Tarkin. Vader's hand brushed the lightsaber at his waist when he adjusted his arm. He hadn't ignited the blade since he first did, showing it to his master, Darth Sidious.

"No reports, Lord Vader, though the ship we sent has been tracked to Dantooine. The pilot is unresponsive. We believe he is dead," Tarkin's eyes flicked to the right to see how Vader reacted. Vader starred out the window, seeing but not seeing.

"What should we do, Lord Vader?" Tarkin had noticed a desperate tone in his voice during the beginning, and it was fixed by the end.

Vader pondered the question for a few moments. "Nothing. If he succeeds, we have earned ourselves a strong troop," Vader paused for dramatic effect.

"If he doesn't, then he is weak, and his death was for the better."

A stormtrooper overheard Vader say this, and started to sweat and move away quickly.

Tarkin internally chuckled.

Name: Antony Quer

Gender: Male

Location: Dantooine

Rank: Sergeant

Mission:Kill or Recruit Everet GaJar

Everet's lightsaber flew towards his chest.

Antony had read somewhere that before you die, the world seems clearer. Every detail you never would have noticed before, you see now.

Antony noticed the deep orange in the lightsaber had a single streak of red running down the middle. Sparks, previously just a blur of light, seemed to fly across his vision, drawing attention to themselves. So this is how the world looks like, truly, were Antony's supposed last thoughts.

But Everet held back. The lightsaber stopped right in front of his chest, the heat being produced from it almost unbearable that close to his skin. "Vader told me to take the Jedi alive…"

"He's dead now, so I guess I'll take you," Everet stated. Antony's lightsaber still shone in his hand, almost screaming at him,"Use me!"

Everet wrapped his hand over Antony's, and slowly took the plasma weapon away from him.

Off in the distance, Antony nor Everet noticed, a green lightsaber ignited to kill a foe. It swung through the air sideways, obliterating whomever was there.

Antony tapped into the Force, using it's awesome abilities, and simply sighed.

The Force turned the sigh into a gust of wind, and from there a mini storm. It flew at Everet, and he tapped into his own Force. His wasn't very strong, far from it, but it was concentrated. It's one, single, thought was this:

"Kill him."

Antony lept into the air, flying at least six feet. He came down with a crash, and his ankles started to give out. He fought the pain, and stood. A cloud of dust disintegrated into the air behind him. The orange lightsaber flew into his hand.

The blade ignited, but Antony didn't even glance at the orange crackling beam of plasma. He simply strided over to Everet, who held up his own lightsaber. Antony gritted his teeth as he realized that he would have to fight him again. Not again…

Name: Jerl Clouse

Gender: Male

Rank: Jedi Knight/Padawan, posing as Private Second class.

Location: Dantooine

Jerl came to in a dark room. He sat in a corner, durasteel bars keeping him locked in. The cold bronzium he sat on chilled his legs.

A woman stood on the opposite side of the bars, beautiful brown hair running down her cheeks, ending at her right shoulder. Her eyes were a beautiful dark blue, that were on either side of her not-too large nose. It wasn't thick, but slender and small, complimenting her slanting sides of her head.

Jerl almost forgot she just kidnapped him. Her eyes… he could lose himself in her eyes, and never return for air.

Jerl stood up, his legs oddly weak. His lightsaber was nowhere to be found, but he knew someone cleverly hid it out of sight.

"Who are you?" Her voice was smooth, clear and light.

"I-I'm Jerl," He stuttered.

Jerl's lightsaber caught his eye. It sat on a table, the now-dusty metal wasn't shining, so it was hard to see. The Force slipped through arm, into his hand. It reached out, past the woman, and brushed against the metal. He seized it, and brought it to him. The lightsaber almost hit the woman's head when it flew past her.

It fell into his hand, he pressed and held the button.

The familiar lime-green blade sprung forth from the tip, and illuminated the room. In the green light, Jerl now saw the heaps of bones. The skeletons lay in jumbled heaps, in awkward positions as if someone tried to move them, but gave up.

Desperation flooded the woman's eyes, the beauty of her eyes enhanced by this. Jerl almost melted at the site, but stayed strong. "Please, spare me! I'm only a delivery girl!" Now that she said it, she was a girl. About Jerl's age of 17. Almost a woman.

"I don't plan on killing anyone. Just unlock the door," Jerl convinced the frightened girl. She nodded, too afraid to do anything else, and drew the key from her pocket. In one motion, she stuck it in the keyhole and turned the medal rod.

The door swung open with a Creak!, letting Jerl out. "Where are we?"

"Two miles east from you last remembered," The girl said proudly, as if it was a great feat to know the information.

"Get me out of here," Jerl commanded.

"Y-yes sir," She stuttered.

"What is your name?"

"Auspa, sir. Auspa Zarmer."