The Death Star

"Lyra, I have a little present for you." Darth Vadar said. Lyra was still in the hospital bed, recovering.

"What?" Her voice was still raspy from when he choked her. Darth Vadar flinched at the sound.

"Here." Then, a droid came in. Because there aren't no Star Wars movies (Even though this is a Fanfiction) without a single droid in it that's partially the main character.

The droid was very, very similar to R2-D2, mostly because designers don't really care about the style of droids. This one was actually used back in the Jedi days, as a co-pilot and what not kind of thing. Darth Vadar found this one a long time ago, and had their memories wiped out. This way, they could never tell a thing about what happened.

The droid was its usual silver with, instead of dark blue lines, was orange lines. Lyra squealed in delight (Well, not really, her voice was still messed up) and hugged her Father yet again.

"What's his name?" Lyra asked softly and Darth Vadar responded.

"R9-" But then he stopped and looked at his daughter before continuing. "Actually, you can name him whatever you want."

"Joey!" She said, but the droid just looked in confusion at her. "Tyler! Alex! Leon!" She thought for a long time before her face lit up.

"Bob!" She squealed as the droid ran up to her. "Bob! His name's Bob!" The droid made some weird sounds that Lyra didn't understand. She didn't know droid language yet.

The droid possibly said, "My name is not Bob! My name is R9-D2!"

Or he could've said, "Banana's are yellow!"

Droid language is very hard to transcript.

"Bobby, we're going to be best friends!" Lyra spoke and smiled at him.

Darth Vadar smiled, just a little bit.

***One Day Later***

Lyra was finall released from the hospital, and she started to play with Bob. They made great friends, even if Lyra had no idea what he was saying at some points of time. One time she thought he said, "Hi!" When actually he was saying, "I wonder what happens if we actually decided to cover up that hole that a laser could conviently go through and blow up the entire Death Star. Would that ruin A New Hope? Or would nothing happen..."

"Bobby! What do you want to do?" Lyra asked and Bob stared at her.

"Oh! You wanna play Force?" She ask excitely. She used the force to pick up some of her dolls. One was of a n evil Jedi, another was of a Sith Lord.

"Here, let me give you a play." Lyra cleared her voice and began.

"Hi Jedi!" The Sith Lord said in Lyra's disguised voice.

"Hi Sith!" The Jedi spoke, his voice a little too high.

"Shouldn't we be fighting eachother?" The Sith asked.

"Nah, I'm tired for that."

"Why can't we all just be friends?"

"Yeah, I was wondering that too."

"Why did you kill Lyra's Mother?"

"BEcause we're evil! Muhahahaha!" Lyra snickered at her evil laugh skills.

"Let's fight!" Lyra pressed their light Sabres together and made them fight. After a full minute of them fighting, the Sith rained superior.

"Now, Why'd you kill Lyra's Mother?" The Sith Lord asked and the Jedi responded.

"Don't act so innocent, you would've done the same!" The Jedi countered.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!

"No!"

"Just kill me already!" The Jedi screamed. "THat's the way it is, The Sith kill The Jedi!"

"Ok!" The Sith Lord raised his light saber. Lyra slowly used the force to go through the Jedi's heart when something inside of her just clicked. The Jedi's face, even if it was painted on with marker, was so innocent. Lyra scrunched up her face before shaking her head. This wasn't right. It wasn't right to kill. Even if it was just a doll.

So she left two dolls and smiled weakly at Bob.

"Come on, Bob. We have better things to do."

Then they left.

***Five Minutes Later***

As they roamed the light grey walls of The Death Star, Lyra found herself looking for her father. She wanted to make sure he was alright. He seemed really sad about almost killing her.

"Excuse me, Mr. Stromtrooper!" Lyra asked one of the thousands of stormtroopers on the Death Star. "Do you know where my Father is?"S

"Last time I checked, he was in the interrogation chambers." The Stormtroopers replied.

"Thank you, Mr. Stormtrooper!" Lyra showed a smile before going to the interrogation rooms, the gloomily place that's painted a dark grey.

When she got there, she could hear sounds. Grunts and screams. Lyra shuddered and carefully opened the door.

But once she did, she instantly regretted it.

There was her Father, using the force to choke a man in orange. Just like how he was choking Lyra. Lyra took in rapid breaths, but when she tried to steady it, she failed.

"Ah, Lyra." He said, his breathing loud and annoying. "You can show off your skills now." He said and stopped choking the man. He took in deep breathes. Lyra looked at her father than the man.

"Wh-Who is he?" Lyra was frantic with her words.

"Some rebel who tried to get some information." Darth Vadar waved his hand, like it was no big deal. Like he was no big deal. "We have to dispose of him."

"By killing him?" Lyra shouted. She always heard what her FAther was doing, but now that she was actually seeing him doing it.

It was torture.

Her idol, her role model, the man she wanted to be like everyday for the rest of her life, was killing people. Her father was killing people.

"Lyra." Darth Vadar said, like she was being unreasonable. "Show me what you've learned." HE was treating her like a child. Well, she was one.

"But Father-" Lyra started but the man interrupted. He was looking right at Lyra.

"Padme Amidala?" He stammered. Lyra looked at him like he was crazy while Darth Vadar was outraged. How dare he mention his wife with him in the same room. Or within the same mile as him.

"Lyra. Kill. Him. Now." Darth Vadar mumbled.

"Father-" Lyra began, but the man interuppurted yet again.

"Your dead, Padme." He said quietly. "Your suppose to be dead."

"Who's Padme?" Lyra blurted out. Darth Vadar's body boiled with anger.

"JUST KILL HIM!" He screamed, making Lyra jump.

"Father-" Lyra, but Darth Vadar interuppurted her yet again.

"KILL HIM!" He pointed his index finger to the man.

"I CAN'T, FATHER! I JUST CAN'T!" She stared at her Father, then at the man again. She couldn't. She would lose the part of herself that made her, her.

But she couldn't be in the same room as her father again. She couldn't bare herself to see his expression when she said that.

So she ran.

***End of Chapter***

A/N I know that you might think that, 'Hey, Lyra should be really evil now because she's been training her whole five years of her life for this' Well, Lyra's just a good person in general. Okay? Okay.

Lyra is good, she's just plain good. I really wanted Padme to survive. But since she didn't, let's just get another child to be here and become the spinning image of her! Yay, perfect solution.

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