I didn't find the name of the second main character of this story in the list, probably because it's the one from the game only. It is Mitra Surik. But the plot is not going to really touch the game.
(Pontite is the type of mineral which could be used in lightsabers, according to star wars wiki).
Pontite. Either he was an idiot or there was a huge piece of pontite in front of him. Mounted with its base into a metal stand, the crystal towered in the center of a small hall - the last one in this rather shallow three-level stash. The stone was almost the height of Vader's own shoulders - more than 1.7 m. The Sith had stopped in the entrance arch for several seconds, examining the unexpected trouvaille. Well, it was definitely worth all his research into traces of the Jedi Testament caches. Crazy idiots were the apogee of development (degradation?) of Jedi insanity and hypocrisy, but who could imagine what useful thing they left ... to him. Vader grinned satisfiedly under his mask and slowly headed towards the stone, moving around that miracle in a circle.
He could do... so many things with it. His thoughts began to run wild with possibilities. But first it needed to be carefully and quietly delivered aboard the Executor. Considering the size, it should have weighed about 80 kg. What a delightful sight!
The Sith came closer and bent down, peering curiously inside the translucent crystal. The structure of pontite was unique by its nature. It required the combination of quite a few very specific factors to give an impetus to the birth of this mineral. Even small stones were rare, but such a huge block was something beyond the edge of fantastic. So what exact amount of energy could this beauty accumulate inside? The Sith touched the top of the crystal. Gloved mechanical fingers slid across the cleanly cut surface. As if someone had once slashed there ... with something like a lightsaber? Pontite would not have melted but retained exactly this appearance. Enchanted, he moved his fingers further - could it be really just a piece of the original transferred here? Could it have been artificially grown thousands of years ago? But how, for Force's sake, can one grow a pontite of this size?!
Suddenly, something glinted in the purple depths of the stone, having made Vader reflexively recoil and take two steps back, immediately remembering all sorts of legends/myths about visions in crystals with strong hostility. Maybe not all of those were just legends. The Sith frowned. He's had enough visions in his life. More than enough. He absolutely didn't need anymore. So there was no reason to keep staring into the stone. It's better to think what he actually could use it f…
In a trice the light flared so bright within the pontite block that Vader had not only to close his eyes (despite the fact they were protected with lenses anyway), but also shield his face with one hand. A powerful wave splashed in the Force from the stone, almost knocking the Sith off his feet. And even though he didn't fall, he was pushed and crushed into the nearest wall quite unpleasantly. The shake was violent enough for plaster to start crumbling down from the ceiling. Vader raised another hand, instinctively protecting the respirator. The Force pressure continued gushing off the crystal, impeding him to budge even in the slightest. There was a distinctive crack and he threw one arm forward, setting up a Force Shield a split second before shrapnel from the crystal crashed into all the surfaces around him with a disgusting, gut-wrenching sound of stone grinding against another stone.
And then the storm in the Force ceased immediately like it had never happened. Vader opened his eyes, mentally begging the Force, the ancient Siths and all the mythical spirits of Tatooine so that his feelings shouting to him about the living creature that had appeared in the place of the stone would deceive him.
As usual, superstitious lamentations did not help the least - there was absolutely nothing left of the pontite block in the center of the hall. Even the stand it was in had vanished. And in the place of his wonderful find, some naked woman was lying. Blonde. Homo. Unconscious, not dead.
Naked.
Blonde.
Instead …
… of his beautiful precious stone!
Dust from plaster or whatever else was still swirling around in the air and he was standing there motionless, trying to understand what kind of unbelievable shit had just happened. His magnificent piece of pontite, for which he spent months after months searching for information, comparing and analyzing scattered data … barely ever slept, because he had to rummage through ancient maps and calculate the shift of Galaxy's hyperpaths over the millennia of rotation ... That unique pontite from which he could create a weapon that could potentially make Sidious devour his beloved, crooked, shitty Death Star…
IT DIDN'T EXIST ANYMORE!
Just FEW SECONDS AGO he could feel how energy was slowly rotating inside the wonderful treasure of his, and now... the appearance... of some fainted woman... left him with DUST ONLY!
If the respirator had not worked autonomously, causing his lungs to regularly expand and fall regardless of the intentions of their owner, Vader would have literally suffocated from impotent rage. This just fucking couldn't happen!
But it did.
And there was nothing - absolutely nothing - he could do to bring his magnificent nugget back.
Meanwhile, it seemed the body on the floor started regaining consciousness. Unlike him, it obviously could and wanted to move. At first, pale fingers of his pontite's destroyer scraped the hard floor, then she slowly drew hands under the body and raised her head. Disgusting blond hair disgustingly slid over her shoulders, the useless chick shook her head to and fro, and finally two nasty light-coloured eyes stared at him (lenses' indicator informed him that those were blue ones).
- Where am I?
The hoarse, broken voice was the nastiest Vader had ever heard. Not to mention that she decided to talk to him and ask questions! Him. She. Seconds after destroying his precious pontite! He'll definitely kill her the most painful way of all…
- Who are you?
The Sith Lord froze mid-thought. If the first question could be a failed attempt to pretend not to be involved in what happened, the second sounded like pure mockery. She had the insolence to mock him! Was this crazy woman not just a suicide, but a masochist, too? Because each next word she'd been saying made him want to kill her in a more and more vicious and cruel way.
- Oh, you're going to find out very soon. - He even came out of shock because of the amount of anger that had risen inside. - But first you'll tell me everything about how you managed to pull it off!
The woman did not react in any way to his threatening tone, simply keeping staring as if she was looking at a new animal in the nursery. Was it just his imagination or blood in his brain really started boiling slowly?
- You are a Sith, - the incredibly annoying crazy woman calmly concluded meanwhile, as a fact, only further confirming his confidence that he had someone gifted in the Force in front of him and not an ordinary civilian person accidentally happened to be there. - And you're alive.
'A surprisingly accurate conclusion', Vader chuckled sarcastically in his thoughts. Apparently, she was a Jedi he had never personally met, and next the speech should go about how he must die in order to "pay for his sins" or whatever else these idiots usually say before he cuts them into pieces. This one, however, appeared extremely exotic, but she will soon understand that a strange look is not going to help her in any way. Although ... he really would rather not even start thinking about where her saber might be hidden. It was definitely better to finish her off before he had to see any... extraction.
- Then why am I here and alive?
There were hysterical notes in the crazy suicide's voice. Vader even nodded slightly in silent agreement - indeed, for almost a minute already a still-living most-likely-Jedi had been lying in front of him. It was a pure shame for any Sith's Lord. But he first needed to find out how exactly the terrible tragedy to his precious piece of pontite happened. Light ("blue" - the lenses' sensor kept informing him insistently) eyes stared at him with outright rage.
- What have you done, Sith?
For a split second, thoughts faltered in his head one more time. Was it a question? Why was she asking him such a question?! All the Jedi knew what he did. Much more important here was what she did to his stone! Was she really trying to confuse him so clumsily? Force, this was so pathetic!
- Let's assume I even appreciated your awkward attempt to play ignorance, but now that's enough.- He really spent too much time standing there doing nothing. Vader took a few steps forward, approaching the stranger. - You have two options, Jedi. You tell me quickly and with all details what you did with the stone and I kill you painfully of course but pretty fast. Or you try to resist or lie and then I will first destroy your chicken brain to find out everything myself and then kill you in a much longer and incredibly painful way. You have no time to think. So who did you work with to find this cache, and what technique did you use to destroy the stone?
Most-likely-the-Jedi listened to him silently and continued reclining with such a concentrated and disengaged look that Vader wondered if she had even paid attention to his words.
Because it seemed like she hadn't.
Moments were stretching out in silence one after another and he had already raised his hand directing and focusing the flow of the Force to break into the consciousness of either the Jedi or not when the woman lifted herself a little more on her hands, pulled up her legs and sat up hunching on the floor. And then she grabbed one of her hands with another, stared at it intently and ... began to squeeze that very hand with… such a ... familiar look... If only he were not a real Sith - that was, freed from all regrets - then perhaps he would have felt sick.
And she kept clenching and squeezing her limbs as if she was trying to understand whether they really existed or were just a figment of her imagination.
Vader didn't notice when he lowered his own hand and took a step back. However, when he did the Sith shook his head meaning to get rid of disturbing thoughts - he needed to decide something about her.
In the meantime, the woman (the Jedi?) started muttering something, quickly raising her voice and began swaying from side to side. 'It can't be, it can't be, no, no, no'. She repeated those words monotonously, continuing to wring herself, and then grabbed her hair and pulled, looking at it.
- This is impossible. Wrong. Wrong, right?! This can't be real!
She was definitely not talking to him, but just to herself. Louder and louder and continuing swaying. Maybe she was not pretending to be crazy but actually was?
- Nooooo.
That half a growl, half a moan made him feel like somebody had scraped his nakedly open brain with a coarse sandpaper. He even shuddered involuntarily from the sensation of chills running up and down his backbone. Her despair rang, or rather howled, in the space around: bottomless, endless, concentrated and sharp as a vibroblade. It was so strong and clung to him from all sides at one moment, resonating again with memories deep inside which he did not need! He, the Sith Lord, came here for a valuable artifact and not for... stupid useless reflections!
He no longer had the artifact. And this madhouse performance should have been done with. Just open her consciousness and finish all this for fuck's sake!
He miscalculated cosmically.
The moment she started the Scream Vader did not catch a bit. Everything happened just at once. He maybe saw the Jedi (was it a Jedi at all? Jedi do not use the Scream, this is beyond the doctrine of hypocritical lovers of harmony) opening her mouth wide or maybe that was just his imagination. The Force-amplified sound wave burst and demolished everything around: the floor, the walls, the ceiling and him, Vader.
The last conscious thought before the darkness was that he could no longer breathe - probably the device turned into a couple of useless broken pieces. Damn. How in the world did he manage to fuck up like that again? That was probably the last time.