Starship

Caroline was forced to walk along the Starship. They took away her blaster, and, to make matters even worse, her Frappacino! That seriously made Caroline angry, which made her throw a few punches, which made two Stromtroopers unconscious before they cuffed her. No matter what happened, she knew how to throw a punch. Or twelve.

They marched through the halls as Caroline finally spoke up.

"I believe this is kidnapping." She states. "This isn't Empire space." Caroline claimed, trying to law her way out of this. The Stormtroopers didn't do anything, they just kept marching, the muzzle of the blaster against Caroline's spine.

It was then when they paused at a door. Caroline wondered how they knew which door was the right door.

"How do you even determine which door is which?" Caroline asked, curious. Did they have some programming of the ship layout in their brain or something?

One Stormtrooper pointed to the door, and there in a gold plague, was the words, 'Darth Vader's Office'. Caroline blushed a deep red in embarrassment as the door opened. And there was Darth Vader, sitting in some really weird egg like seat. Caroline half wondered how uncomfy that seat was. Like, seriously, its made of pure metal. Well, then again, he is half a machine...

"Your one of those Rebels, aren't you?" Darth Vader asked as Caroline dropped her jaw.

"You don't even know my name?" She exclaimed. "I thought that I was part of the main crew!" She whined. Darth Vader raised an eyebrow at that and stood up. He was very intimidating actually, but Caroline just pretended that he was just a unicorn underneath that dark, threatening mask.

"Why aren't you shaking in fear yet?" He asked, his voice dark. Caroline smirked.

"Because the Rebels are coming to save me. Cuz' I'm part of the main crew!" She smiled at her logic, which made total sense inside her head, but when she said it made her sound fairly crazy.

"Luke's coming?" Darth Vader asked and looked at his wrist as if a watch should be there. "I thought he wasn't scheduled to battle me until the next movie!"

Caroline shrugged. "Hey, this is a fanfiction. The author's the one who makes up the rules, and apparently, this is episode 5.5 or something." Darth Vader sighed before looking down at Caroline.

"But you seriously don't know my name?" She asked, angry. "I thought I was actually kind of special!"

Of course, Caroline wasn't dumb or something (Just had to clarify that, cuz' I think half you guys think she's suicidal or something) she was simply waiting for Luke to burst into the room with Leia and for them to frolic off of the ship before blowing it up. Because its not like her best friend was on it or anything. Nah, her best friend was Bobby. No, wait, Lyra, it was Lyra, and Lyra was dead.

She was also stalling as she carefully tried to pick the lock over her wrists with her nails. Either way was good enough anyway.

"Ummm... Really, I only remember the Skywalker family." He scratched his neck, but his suit was too tight for his mechanical hand to reach the back of his neck.

"Wow. You don't remember the side cast, huh?" She asked. "What about Han?" Darth Vader nodded.

"Oh yeah, that guy. Nice guy, had to put him in hibernation though." Caroline sighed.

"Question, how come everyone who's important is either a Skywalker or a Solo?" She asked. Darth Vader shrugged.

"I guess the creators got lazy when it came to think of last names. At least they all sound cool though." Caroline sighed and glanced at the door.

"Well, Luke doesn't seem to be coming very soon. Better start some unnecessary drama." Caroline sighed, like it was a chore or something.

"Why'd you do it, Vader, anyway?" Caroline finally said, gently leaning him on the subject. Frankly, she wanted to rip his helmet off and throw his (probably) ugly face out into space. But she knew he could (and would) slice her in half if she tried anything.

"What?" He asked as Caroline gave him a death stare. That sparked something in Caroline. Mostly because it was then when she realized that those handcuffs sucked, and she could literally just pull her arms apart to get the handcuffs off. What bad quality, like, seriously. Caroline guessed it was true that the Empire was on budget cuts.

But it also sparked something big. Something that was enough to make Caroline grit her teeth in anger. He doesn't even remember who he killed, that's how many he slaughtered in cold blood. He doesn't even remember Lyra or the countless others. Caroline glanced around at the office, her eyes lingering at the blasters layered at the walls. Apparently, they were only for show to make the room look fancy, but Caroline was fairly sure they were also operational.

"You don't even remember Lyra, do you?" She asked, and for a second, Darth Vader was full of shock. How did she know about Lyra?

"You probably don't even remember half you kill." Caroline sneered at Darth Vader. He grit his teeth together when suddenly, Caroline remembers something she heard a long, long time ago from Darth Vader's mouth. It was the word he said when he saw Lyra. Frankly, Caroline didn't know why she said it, it was almost as if some higher force wanted her to say it. Probably some random person in Canada who decided to write some random Fanfiction, but really, who knew?

"Padme." She says, her voice strong and confident. For half a second, Caroline thought that her method worked. Whoever PAdme was haunted him so much, it sent him to this state. Where he was stuck in a trance. Caroline dashed towards the wall and wrapped her hands around the blaster's steel. Then she pointed it at Vader.

And for a second, it almost worked. Darth Vader was in shock that this girl, this Rebel, knew the name of his true love. He was in shock, but the second Caroline pointed the blaster at him, his instincts took over.

He raised his hand and choked her, completely blocking her airway. Caroline shook rapidly, her body vibrated, but she kept the blaster up. This is for Lyra, she thought to herself. This is for Lyra.

But the longer his hold on Caroline was, the more Caroline felt the black spots clouding her vision. The more she saw the world spin before her. Her vision blurred together and the second her gun aligned with Darth Vader's chest, she opened fire.

But a stick of red, glowing death blocked the spear of light from hitting Vader. Vader's lightsaber was out, and his iron grip on Caroline was gone. Caroline fell to her feet and sputtered a little bit, but she kept shooting like the girl she was. She was a good shot, it simply wasn't in her nature to miss.

Each shot she put at Darth Vader however, he reflected. Then, before she knew it, he was in front of her. He sliced her blaster in half, making her stumble and put his cool mask in front of Caroline's face.

They say it's Vader's face you see before you meet death. Caroline used to not believe that.

Now, she did. Because Vader was all she could see.

His blood red lightsaber stabbed itself into Caroline's chest, she froze as the world seemed to disintegrate and recreate inside her mind. Pure pain inserted itself into her system. Caroline couldn't compute, all she could do, was try to blink the tears away.

In a moment that lasted years and seconds, Caroline died at the hands of Darth Vader.

What neither of them didn't know, was that in the very crack of Darth Vader's door, was Leia's face.

And she saw it all.

*A*

Well, Caroline's dead. She wanted to avenge Lyra... Sigh, its very sad, I know. If only she waited for a little longer, than Leia could've helped.

I know, I'm cruel.

Deal with it. (If you don't... Well then...)

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