Cloud City

Lyra couldn't help herself, she ran towards the scream. It sounded terrifying, and she just knew that it was Luke. She didn't know how, but she did. She just did.

She sprinted towards the sound, and slowly she started to hear a conversation, and Luke's voice, but she didn't know what he was talking about. She just knew that she had to help her... friend. Yeah, she would consider Luke as her friend.

When she finally managed to reach a door that seemed that the voices were coming from, Lyra took off her hood and exhaled before pushing the door open to reveal a horrid scene.

Luke, dangling from a pole, his hand stuck between his other arm and chest. He was in extreme pain, and his face was red and slick with sweat.

And Darth Vader, his red lightsaber out, ready to finish him off.

"Luke!" Lyra shouted, her voice echoing throughout the room, Darth Vader didn't even turn around. He didn't recognize the voice of course, its been seventeen years since he heard that voice in the past. And even now, it sounded different. It didn't sound like Padme, or Lyra. He assumed it to just be some rebel and used the force to slam Lyra against the wall. Lyra gasped at the impact and felt as if someone was choking the living daylights out of her. Her breathing was ragged, as she struggled to breathe. Black spots clouded her vision as Darth Vader spoke something Lyra couldn't hear. Her eyesight was blurry, her hearing winked in and out, before she saw something very clearly. Too clearly.

Luke leaping off the railing.

"No." Lyra whispered, her voice a mere whisper. Darth Vader seemed to sigh and turned around to see who he was choking.

His heart stopped when his gaze fell on a girl, her back against the wall, her head slammed against the metal. Her hands clutched her neck, as she gasped for air. But that didn't catch his gaze, it was her looks.

Dark brown, soft curls. Light brown eyes. Pointed chin.

She looked just like Padme when he was choking her in the past. When he took her life. His hold on her neck faded as Lyra fell to the floor, falling over herself, gasping for air. She still felt as if she couldn't breathe. She felt like her lungs were burning in flames.

"Pad-Padme?" Darth Vader whispered as he crept towards Lyra. Lyra coughed, trying to stay conscious. She wanted to avenge Luke, as much as she didn't exactly like him, he was a good man at heart. She had to save him, she had to avenge Luke.

But that was kind of hard to do when she could barely breathe.

"Yo-You killed him." Lyra whispered, hearing Darth Vader's footsteps coming closer and closer. "Yo-You killed Luke." She whispered, louder this time. Her voice stuck with hatred. She looked up, her chest heaving, up and down as she studied Darth Vadar. He stared at her, and it was then when he recognized her. It might've been seventeen years since he last saw her, but he could recognize that look of fierceness and hatred from before. He knew that look, that was the look her saw when he wanted her to kill a man. He saw it before when she accused him of it. He saw that look in his nightmares, whenever he thought of his beloved daughter.

This wasn't Padme, or a copy or hologram of her.

No, this was Lyra, he knew it. The force was telling him that this was the daughter he lost so long ago.

"Ly-Lyra?" He whispered as Lyra's fingers connected to her lightsaber and slowly, got up on her wobbly legs. The world seemed to spin as she heaved deep breathes. She gasped for air as she brought her lightsaber up.

"I'm going to kill you." She whispered, her voice harsh and dark. Darth Vader's heart broke at the sound of it.

"Lyra," Darth Vadar whispered, it was just like with Padme all over again. "I'm not going to hurt you." His eyes bore into the orange lightsaber, and remembered the hours it took to craft it. Just for her.

"Well that's too bad." She whispered. "Cause I'm going to hurt you." Lyra whispered and ran towards Darth Vader, her chest heaving as she waved the lightsaber in front of him. He easily deflected it with his own and pushed her back with the force, but lightly so that her back hit the wall.

"Lyra," Darth Vadar said, his voice clear. "Do you not remember me?"

"Yeah, I do remember you." Lyra whispered. Darth Vader's heart lit with hope before she continued. "You murdered that Senator, you killed him in cold blood. You hurt Caroline, you caused all of this. You killed Ben Kenobi. You killed Luke. How could I not remember a monster like you?"

"Lyra, what happened?" Darth Vader asked, coming forward. Lyra's chest heaved as she struggled to get up again, everything was spinning. Everything hurt. But she wanted to fight, she wanted to kill him.

"You happened." She growled and launched herself at him again, but he simply pushed her back using the force. Consciousness threatened to fade, this blasting pain threw itself at Lyra's left leg when it slammed against the wall first, but Lyra forced herself to hold on. Tears erupted from her eyes, but she kept them at bay as she tried to get up once again.

"Lyra, stay down." Darth Vader mumbled.

"Never." She whispered and cried out when she tried to stand on her leg. She broke it. "I'm-I'm going to..." Her breathing shattered as she tried to push herself up, but failed. She was too weak, she was no match for Darth Vader. But she wanted to die fighting.

"Lyra." Darth Vader whispered, and watched his only daughter struggle to get up. Struggle to breath. "Lyra, how did you survive?"

"Cause I'm a fighter." Lyra whispered, thinking he meant the current situation as she slowly pushed herself onto one foot before Darth Vader walked up to her face. She tried to bring the lightsaber up, but her muscles seemed to burn. Not enough oxygen. Not enough strength.

"I'm sorry, daughter." Darth Vader whispered as Lyra widened her eyes at his words before he punched Lyra right in the head, sending her away from reality.

***I know right, so serious***

When Luke got into the Falcon, he spotted Caroline, Leia, and some random guy who he suspected helped his friends. Leia was the first to speak up.

"Luke, are you alright?" Leia asked, hugging Luke. Pulling him close. Luke only groaned in response as Lando announced that he was going to go into hyperspace.

"No." Caroline said, her voice straining. "We can't leave Lyra." Luke widened his eyes at the mention of Lyra.

"Lyra..." Luke whispered. "I saw Lyra..." In mere seconds, Caroline was leaning over him.

"Yeah, Lyra. Did you see her? Is she hurt?" Caroline whispered as Luke lightly touched his head with his real hand.

"Darth Vadar..." Luke whispered. "He got her. He choked her." Luke whispered when Caroline let out a small sob.

"He... Is she alive?" Caroline asked, her voice tearing apart as Luke stared at her, his eyes dazed over.

"I... I don't know... She looked dead when I jumped." Caroline shook her head, refusing the truth, the reality of the situation.

"Darth Vader wouldn't leave her alive." Caroline mumbled. "And Lyra doesn't stand a chance against Darth Vadar." Then, Caroline let out a small sob as Leia softly put a hand over her shoulder.

"Lyra's dead." CAroline said, her voice broken. "She's dead, huh?"

Nobody responded to her as she cried for the best friend that she lost. Because Darth Vader doesn't leave his subjects alive, unless they were important. And Lyra wasn't important.

Little did they know, how wrong they really were.

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Sigh... Lyra is seriously scary when she's angry.

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