Some Ship That Is Insignicant To The Actual Plot

"Hi, little one." Darth Vadar whispered to his daughter. She stared blankly at him, head easing to one side, kind of like a bird. She was wrapped in a white, knitted blanket with the words, 'Lyra' stitched on top. Even through she was only a child, she had the looks of her mother. Dark brown eyes, short, curly hair, lean face.

But Darth Vadar's heart hurt when he thought of Padme.

That is, if he still had one.

"Lyra, your the last Skywalker." The father whispered to his child. The child grinned, as if she was proud of it and looked at his mask. Black and empty. She waved her hands in the air and grabbed the air, as if she was trying to snatch it. Then she giggled, she thought her father looked funny. "Your going to be the most powerful, most well trained Sith Lord there ever will be, Lyra. You have the force, it's strong within you. Your going to be feared."

Lyra stopped giggling and looked at her father with wide eyes. She cooed and pouted. She was tired from the journey, even though she did practically nothing. She waved her arms, side by side and looked at her father's cold, empty, mask covered eyes.

"Lord Vadar." A crackling voice said, old, but strong with so much command welled inside of it. Darth Vadar turned and bowed, his head down. "You've brought your... Child."

"Yes. I found her with the Clones that abandoned me. They must've stolen her from the hospital to gain leverage on me."

"May I?" The Sith Lord asked, referring to his child. Darth Vadar nodded, his master surly won't do anything to harm his child, the only thing he had left of Padme.

As Lyra was taken by Vadar's soft, gloved hands and put into Palatine's wrinkly, cold ones, she wailed. She didn't like the Sith Lord. He seemed big and scary, plus he felt bad. Really, really bad. Her father felt better. She sobbed as Palatine touched her face and narrowed his eyes.

"She has the heart of a Jedi, Vadar." He said slowly. "The force of yourself and I combined." Darth Vadar knew where this was coming to, he was suggesting that they should get rid of her. THere is little you can do to destroy a good hearted child, if they're born good, their bound to be good. It's fate.

"Master, I swear to you, I will teach her the ways of the Sith. Never in her life will she learn good. I will make her evil if it is the last thing I do." Darth Vadar promised to The Sith Lord.

The Sith Lord thought about his offer and looked at him. Broken, torn apart, only held together by vengeance and anger. This child... It could bring him back to the light side. But he already went too far once he killed Master Windu. He lost his arms, legs. His force has grown weaker ever since he lost to Obi-Wan. This child, she could be his new apprentice. He would kill Vadar and make her his new apprentice. Her force was strong inside of her, and if he grew her up with only anger, she would be the perfect Sith Lord.

But the risk. She had the heart of a Jedi. Was it worth it?

The Sith Lord shrugged. Of course it was.

***Five Years Later***

"Father, what's out there?" Lyra asked pointing out her bedroom window. Her bedroom was just like everything else, cold and unfeeling. A flimsy bed, a drawer full of dark clothes, like black and grey. The lightest one was a worn out grey jumpsuit. Almost white.

Almost.

"Those are stars, Lyra." Darth Vadar replied. Lyra's hair was cut army short, he couldn't bear seeing her hair grown longer than her ears. It reminded him too much of the love of his life. Gone. "Circulating them are planets. Full of lava, dirt, and bad, bad people." Even though it broke what was left of his heart to say it, he had to expose her to the worst of the universe. THen, the strong good will in her heart might turn darker.

"But there are also good people right? People like you, right? Good people who fight off the Jedi!" She smiled at her father, she recently just lost one of her front teeth.

"Right, but not many. There's also bad people, like the Rebels. They want to destroy this," He pointed to the Death Star. "They want to destroy our home."

"But you'll protect it right?" Lyra asked. "You'll fight them off and destroy them!"

"I'll do my best."

"If anyone wants to destroy my home, I'm gonna blast them with one of those ray guns!" Lyra said angrily and made a gun with her fingertips. "Boom!"

"Well, we can try." Darth Vadar responded and it was quiet for a little bit. THe only noise was the hum of machines and the pounding sound of boots against metal.

"Father, when I grow up, I wanna be just like you." Lyra spoke abruptly. "I wanna fight off all the bad Jedis and destroy all the Rebels. Especially those who killed Mommy." Lyra's voice angered at that part and she shook her head. She wanted to destroy the evil men who destroyed her Mommy. Darth Vadar's heart grew with happiness and sadness. Happiness because she wanted to be just like her. Sadness because she wanted to be just like him.

"Father, how did Mommy die?" Lyra questioned. All she knew was that some bad, evil Jedi choked her Mother to death. THat's what Master Sith Lord told her anyways. Darth Vadar tensioned at the fact of his wife. Every night before he fell asleep, he would think in his thoughts that he was avenging Padme. Not to convince everyone else, but to convince himself. Maybe he should keep it a secret, but he knew if he told a lie, a really big lie, then her anger for Jedi and Rebels would only ignite even hotter.

"Your Mother," He swallowed. "Your Mother was a brillient, beautiful young lady, who looked a lot like you. Long, curly hair. Your eyes." He could see her looking into his eyes in his mind, in his memory. "One day, my former Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, found out that me and your Mother loved eachother. It was against the Jedi rules to love. Stupid really. So they killed her, right in front of me. Choked her to death, but she lived just long enough to give birth to you. The End."

It was silent for a long time until Lyra scrunched up her face scowled. "I'm gonna kill all the Jedi for killing my Mommy!" She yelled and her father nodded before walking out of the room.

"That you are, Lyra." He said softly. "THat you are."

"Lyra, wake up." A voice spoke as Lyra's eyes widened to her father's masked face.

"What time is it?" She asked, her voice sleep deprived.

"It's your birthday, Lyra!" DArth Vadar exclaimed and LYra's eyes widened.

"Cool!" She yelled and got up to see something in her father's hands. She widened her eyes, her father never gave her anything on her birthday.

"I made this for you a long time ago, Lyra. I think now's the time to give it to you." Darth Vader said and handed her a silver, sleek box.

Lyra hopped on her bed and grinned with delight. "THank you, Father." She said happily and opened the box.

And right there, in soft, plush cushioning, was a sleek, grey device. Buttons, indents, a nice hand grip.

She picked it up tenderly before pressing a button. A long flash of orange lit up from it. A beam of orange.

Lyra Skywalker had her very own light saber.

A/N I know I took a long time to update, but really, I was just lazy. I know, great excuse, but it's true. Plus, I was having a writers block, and the last copy of this chapter didn't save. This is a whole new chapter I came up with out of the blue. THe ending was too short? Sue me. (Not really though, I'm kind of broke at the moment)

Laughs and Giggles,

Emily