Still On The Death Star

"Lyra, what was that!" Darth Vadar screamed at her. He was throwing a fit, talking about what she should've done, what she shouldn't have done, how she knows who Tarkin is, blah, blah, blah. That's literally how it sounded to Lyra's ears, like he was just saying blah. Of course, he was actually saying something completely different, but it was so boring that even me, the author, can't stand reading it for any longer.

"Me talking." Lyra said simply, as if it was as simple as that. Okay, it kind of was, but that wasn't the really Darth Vadar's point.

"Well, young lady-" Darth Vadar started but Lyra cut him off.

"I'm only five!" Lyra pouted before crossing her arms. Something made her want to rebel. Something was hitting at her, thinking that this wasn't right. It wasn't right at all, all of this just didn't seem... Right.

"Lyra. Don't. Interrupt. Me." Darth Vadar scowled as Lyra rolled her eyes, but stayed silent.

"Lyra, why did you do that?" He asked and narrowed his eyebrows at her. She crunched her hands into fists before turning around.

"Because you wanted me to kill someone!" She yelled. She was mad, more than mad actually. She was furious, her body shook with rage.

"So! We are Sith, that is what we do!" Darth Vadar screamed and then Lyra turned around, her eyes blazed with fury hotter than the sun itself.

"If all Sith do is kill, then I never, ever want to be a Sith! I'd rather die!" Lyra screamed. She immediately regret what she said the second the words left her mouth, but a part of her didn't. A part of her told her that this was right. That she should do this, this is how it should be. She feared that part of her and blocked it out.

One look on her father's face assured her that she just pushed her off the edge. She didn't really understand that, actually, his face was shielded from her eyes, how the hell did she know if he was angry. Or sad? He should wear a different mask for when he's happy, angry, or sad. That would look cool.

Darth Vadar brought a hand up to choke her. That's what he was of course, if someone disrespects him, or who he is, kill them. But when he saw her, her face emotionless, as if she was in deep thought (Which she was, but he didn't know that), it was then when she looked like the love of his life. When she would gaze into his eyes, for a second, wondering who he is, before she would break into a grin and realize that he's the love of her life.

THat didn't happen with Lyra.

Lyra's gaze turned from emotionless to anger. Her tiny hands shook in anger as she clenched her teeth together at Darth Vadar's hand.

"What're you going to do?" She asked, her voice full of cracks. "Choke me until I obey. Choke me until I tell you that I'll be good? Choke me just like how you did, did," For a second, a second of his small beating heart to stop, a second or his brain to stop functioning, Darth Vadar thought she was going to say Padme. Like she found out. "Like you did that man?" Lyra whispered.

"Lyra-" Darth Vadar whispered. HE didn't know why he felt this way. He never felt this way, even with Padme. Well, he and Padme didn't fight that often, so maybe that was it. But when he talked to her, he felt like he was getting punched right in the wound. HE felt like she was ripping out his heart and putting it back in.

"No! Don't 'Lyra' me. I hate you! I hate this family! Fanfiction was so right, you are an evil creep with a dysfunctional family!" These words punched Darth Vadar in the gut. When she said it before, she was saying it in a silly, playing voice. But now, she really meant it. She seriously meant it.

But that wasn't was practically killed him.

THe next part killed him from the inside out.

Lyra, the quiet, strong, forgiving little girl. The girl who he promised to help. The little girl who he made learn how to use a light saber. THe little, innocent, bright girl who stared at wonder at the universe. Who loved to stare at the world with her big brown eyes.

That Lyra started crying.

It wasn't gradual. It was all of a sudden, faster than anything he's ever seen. She collasped at his feet and started crying, her sobs rocking the ship.

And the worst part was that Darth Vadar didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should comfort her, if he should watch in horror, all he knew was that seeing her cry shattered his heart.

"I-" Hiccup. "Hate-" A small sob. "You so much!" She cried out, then she looked up at him and got up, not even aware that she was down, before screaming at the top of her lungs. "Do you know what it's like living in here! Do you know how it felt to be choked by the only man you considered a friend? Do you know how much I hate you right now!" She screamed, as she brought her fists up and watched as the ceiling tore off and started floating in the air.

"Do you know what it's like to watch your father want you to kill a man? Do you know what that does to me right here?" Lyra pointed to her heart and let out a sob as her hands started vibrating. THe wall ripped right off and started crumbling, like a piece of paper. You could see the metal pipes and wires hidden behind it.

"Do you know what it's like seeing my own father never even caring for me when I'm injured? Do you? Huh?" She screamed as pipes broke. Liquid squirted out, oil and what not when Darth Vadar realized that he had to stop Lyra before she destroyed the entire Death Star. It hurt him, every single word hurt him right where it stung. Hurt him because he knew they were true. They were so true.

Maybe if she wasn't, well, her, than he would've snapped at her. Choked her and left. Or maybe even scream at her about what he went through, how about what she went through was a piece of cake.

About how he lost his own mother in his arms. About how he was never given that stupid master ranking. About how he felt isolated, and how he felt like every single Jedi didn't trust him. About how his own master made him half the man he used to be. About how he found and lost the love of his life.

But he couldn't. Instead, he could only pick her up and drop her off at her room.

"Your staying in here." He said. Because he could barely utter anything else.

"WHy?" She asked, but he knew it wasn't about his statement. It was about her life. But he pretended to himself that it wasn't.

"Because I'm your father." He whispered. Lyra's body shook as she let out a shaky, dry laugh. Her body was dehydrated. She felt sick to her stomach.

"You were never, ever my father, Darth Vadar." Lyra whispered in a tone so deep, so scary, it scared him. It also scared him that she called him Darth Vadar. It was always Father. For as long as he could remember, it was always Father.

Right before she used the force to shut the door.

Darth Vadar looked at the door in shock about what just happened. His heart hurt. He was about to open the door, but then stopped himself. He didn't want to do any more damage to her.

But deep in the shadows, there was the Sith Lord, who saw absolutely everything.

***Some Evil Lair (THe Death Star has to have an Evil Lair, right?)***

Palpatine grit his teeth as he cracked his knuckles.

What had he been so stupid? He wondered. Lyra was born a good person, she was not cut out for The Sith Lord kind of life.

She just made her apprentice FEEL. He wanted, no, needed to make sure his apprentice was that stone cold hearted soul that he modded him into. Right there was proof, for any other person, Darth Vadar would've torn his/her head off. But instead, he CARRIED her to her room. He couldn't have this, Palpatine simply couldn't.

He picked up his phone and made a call.

"HEllo?" The voice said and Palpatine smiled.

"THere's been a...Change of plans. I need you to advance in the plans."

"We'll be ready in a wee-" The voice started, but Palpatine stopped him.

"Tomorrow. No more, no less. Tomorrow. Do you understand?" THe voice gulped before responding.

"Yes." He mumbled before hanging up. Palpatine smiled.

The trials for Lyra are over. And she failed.

Time for Plan B.

***Plan B... To Be Continued...***

A/N I literally can't believe it, 1000 views! I simply can not wrap my head around that. Like, really.

Also, yes, I know in the previous chapters I spelled Palpatine Papatine or something like that. (THanks Lunachroniclesandcockatiels) but seriously, will you guys stop reading ust because of one silly spelling mistake?

Yes, you will? Well then...

I would change it, but seriously, I have no idea how to do that. Like, do I have to replace the chapter? Is there some easy access button? I better Google that!

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