Somewhere in The Death Star

Lyra didn't have the slightest clue where she was running too. In her entire life of living in The Death Star, she's only explored about 10 percent of it. And that was being optimistic.

But she knew it was away.

Soon, the walls of grey started to merge together, and everything looked the same. The Death Star was the size of a moon, how the hell could anyone memorize it? And you have to explore the inside of it too. Plus, it's not like there were any handy hand held maps lying around.

Eventually, she came to conclusion that she was lost. Lyra Skywalker was lost in her own home.

Lyra held her knees and looked around to ask someone. Maybe a Stormtroopers could show her where her room was. Or maybe her father could come and hold her back to her room. She shook her head at the second thought. She didn't want to see her father. She just couldn't. She needed time to absorb what has happened.

She sat on the cold steel ground when she wondered how they could afford this place. I mean, it was basically a planet made of metal, how the hell could they afford all of this. She came to the conclusion that her Father and Sith Lord were just plain rich.

But if they were rich, why don't they just buy star systems? Wouldn't that be so much easier than actually having to shed blood for it. Stormtroopers blood. Plus, how expensive is it to make a stormtrooper. They are all the same, so doesn't that mean that they had to go through all that reproduction.

Lyra stuck her tongue out at the idea. Her head hurt from wondering so much.

Then a few beeps went and Lyra's eyes lit up. She knew exactly who that was.

"Bobby!" Lyra exclaimed as Bob came. Lyra hugged his cold metal frame. Kind of hugging a pole.

"Let's go home." She whispered.

Not like she knew where that was.

***Like, two days later***

Darth Vadar was worried about Lyra. Very, very worried.

For one thing, she has failed to kill a simple man. It was easy, it was simple, it was painless (for her anyway).

So why couldn't she do it?

He was worried that his master would think she couldn't be trusted with the tasks later on in her life. The tasks of leading an army. The task of becoming the next Sith Lord.

Then he was worried about the image of him after this. Lyra wouldn't come out of her room for anything. She just stayed with her droid. He wondered if he broke her heart, again, by trying to force her to do something she simply wasn't ready for.

He was worried that maybe, she wouldn't like him as much.

But then he worried about himself.

Like why did he care?

As he waited outside of Lyra's room to train her, she refused to come out. So, he did the only thing he could think of, he used the force to open the door.

She was a sight for sore eyes. Her hair was a simple mess, he didn't cut it yet. All frizzy, in a ball like shape. Her hands were pulling at it, like she wanted to pull it out if she could. He couldn't see her face, since her back was against him. Her brown eyes were looking at the wall.

Slowly, Darth Vadar went towards Lyra. He was doing it for kind of selfish reasons, he wanted to see her face. He hoped to see Padme in her. He hoped to see the love of his life.

"Lyra." He whispered. He sat at the edge of the bed. Lyra didn't even move. He hated to see his daughter like this. All because of him. He should've waited for her, should've waited for when she was ready.

"Lyra, I'm sorry." He continued and touched her back lightly.

He didn't expect her reaction at all.

Lyra turned around, and he didn't recongize her.

She didn't look like Padme, not in the least bit. Padme was never this angry. She didn't even look like Lyra, like herself.

Her face was as red as a tomato. Her eyebrows were narrowed and her fists were in balls. THis look of pure anger and hatred were pasted on her once beautiful eyes, which were stained with tears. Her face was twisted up in anger and her teeth were clenched together.

"Leave." She growled, her voice menacing. "Right. Now." Her eyes blazed with fury, no regret hidden in them.

"Lyra-" Darth Vadar started when Lyra used the force and pushed him out of the room. His head banged against the cold metal wall. He saw dark spots clouding his vision as Lyra used the force to close the door. It shut without any protest.

Darth Vadar didn't feel like he wanted to punish Lyra. He could only blame himself for what he's done. He just turned a sweet, innocent, little girl into a rage ful monster. That was his goal. And he did it.

The irony of the situation was that in order to turn Lyra, she had to refuse to do what she had to do.

Darth Vadar's heart hurt with regret. Lyra will never be the same, he knew that now.

That's when he felt his presence the presence that made him go on his knees and bow.

"Hello, my apprentice." The Sith Lord spoke.

"Hello Master." Darth Vadar responded. The Sith Lord looked Lyra's bedroom door and cracked an evil grin.

"Lyra is certainly turning." He said.

For some bizarre reason, that fact made Darth Vadar's heart hurt.

I updated! I think that was the fastest one. I'm just so happy that this story reached more than 700 views!

Thank you to everyone who made it this far. No it is not ending, I'm not that mean. But it is certainly one of its many climaxes.

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