RotS - Missing scenes *short story*

[92se-r]

This is just a series of short chapters I am writing at the moment, to try and fill in some spaces in RotS. Hope you enjoy...

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The hologram flickered to life in front of the newly revealed Lord of the Sith. Sitting in his chambers, where he had manipulated the Galactic Republic for several years, he was viewing the image of his new apprentice, Darth Vader. Bowing before him on one knee, Vaders flowing hair teased his cheeks as his head bowed in respect.

“It is done, my master.”

“Are you sure?” Sidious’ voice cracked “Have you gone through the entire Temple? Room by room?”

Vader did not look up; instead he kept his head bowed.

“I currently have the 501st broken up into groups of 10, my master. They are sweeping the Temple as we speak. They have orders to shoot first and ask questions later.”

“You have done well, my new apprentice. I will be down shortly to see this glorious news for myself.”

“As you wish, my master. I will have a detachment stationed on the landing platform, awaiting your arrival.”

“Thank you, Lord Vader.”

Sidious reached down and switched off the projector. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself. Everything was going as he had foreseen.

How foolish the Jedi had been, blinded by their arrogance. How many times had he sat in front of them? How many times did he smile, and give their ego’s a little boost? All this time, the true Lord of the Sith was right in front of them, and they could not sense it. The only one to ever concern him was Yoda. If any of the Masters had been able to uncover his true nature, it would have been him. Yet, they never did. They only learned who he really was because he had revealed himself to Skywalker, their ‘Chosen One’.

From the time he had met this young boy, he could feel the power of the Dark Side. No doubt living life as a slave helped fuel this, but later tragedies in his life would make the fires of the Dark Side too strong to hold in. Once the boy was on Coruscant, Sidious was able to gain the boys trust, and make him a trusted friend. Slowly he manipulated Skywalker, planting seeds of doubt, and distrust, against the Jedi Order. Massaging his ego just enough to build his pride slowly. Then, according to plan, the war broke out. Granted the Jedi had found the Clone army before he had intended them to, but it couldn’t have worked out better. In one swift movement, he had not only started a war, on two fronts, but he also gained the support of the Senate to stay in office and use this new army to ‘defend’ the Republic.

The war was the perfect opportunity for him to start molding young Skywalker into a Sith. The boy used his rage more and more, and the Jedi did nothing. He had his marriage to Padme, kept secret from all the Jedi, even his Master and friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi. More and more he slipped towards the dark side, and Sidious knew that he had felt it. It wasn’t until quite recently, though, that he was able to help Skywalker see how the Dark Side could help him. He knew about his fear to lose Padme, much the same way he feared the loss of his mother. Sidious used that to his advantage. Fear was a great ally, when used properly, and this fear was what Sidious needed to help ‘turn’ young Skywalker to the Dark Side. It was easier than he thought is would be, despite the great risk he took exposing himself. The outcome was better, and greater, than he had expected. The former Jedi seemed to embrace his new allegiance to the Sith quite eagerly. Perhaps because he knew that the Jedi would kill him for his betrayal. Which was just fine with Sidious. The Sith would embrace him, and let him become the powerful being he was meant to become. And when he was strong enough, Lord Vader would no doubt cut Sidious down. Such was the way of the Sith, but Sidious did not mind, or care. By that time, Lord Vader would be the most powerful being in the galaxy, even more powerful than perhaps Yoda.

Sidious cracked a small smile at that last thought. Instantly, he was reminded of what his body had just gone through. He had felt the effects of Sith lightning from his former master, but not to this extent. He had poured so much hatred and anger into the strike against Windu; he was surprised to have it directed back at him. Windu skirted the edge of the Dark Side when he fought, but he never let it consume him, unlike Skywalker. Sidious had underestimated his power, but that was of little concern now. His friend, and now apprentice, had stepped in, just as he knew he would.

Sidious lifted a hand, and gently felt his cheek. It stung just to touch it, and sitting in a chair was an exercise in restraint. His entire body screamed in pain, but Sidious used it. He welcomed the pain; it reminded him that the Dark Side was a powerful, yet consuming, part of the Force.

Slowly, he stood, bones and muscles aching. He called for his personal guards. As the blue clad guards came into his chambers, Sidious began contemplating a change in their armors color. One more fitting for the new rule of the Sith.

“You called, my lord?”

“Yes. Prepare my shuttle, I will be visiting the Jedi Temple.”

“As you wish.” Without further word, the guards filed out of the room.

Soon, Sidious would see the battleground of what had once been the Jedi Temple. This was indeed a proud day for the Sith. All was proceeding as planned.

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Thanks. Just know that there are going to be a few more updates to this post. I'm still not done writing the scenes yet. :D :holosid:

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Commander Appo, leader of the 501st, was assigned with the honor of taking a small detachment of men and meeting the Emperor on the landing platform Lord Vader had designated. It just so happened that this wing of the Temple was also one of the last to be given the all clear. Given that information, Appo took more than the usual amount of men with him, twenty-nine to be exact. Over the private intercom, he gave his men their orders.

“Our mission is of the highest priority. We are to secure the landing platform, and await the arrival of the Supreme Chancellor. There may still be Jedi out there, waiting for us. Be alert. Shoot first and ask questions later. Any questions?”

The troops just stood there motionless. They knew their jobs, and how to do them.

After a few seconds, Appo continued.

“Very well. We will be breaking up into 3 groups, Red team, Blue team, and Green team. I will take lead of Red team. Ghost, you will take lead of Blue team.”

“Sir!” Ghost, an exact copy of Jango Fett, like the rest of the Clones, was well known for his ability to disappear and reappear, as if from thin air, into his surroundings. He was a master of camouflage, and using the environment around him to hide himself.

“Blue teams objective will be to go in advance of the rest of us, and flush out any Jedi that may be hiding. Take no prisoners.”

“Yes sir. Blue team, move out!”

In unison, the ten troopers broke away from their comrades, and headed down the spacious halls leading to the landing platform.

Appo watched them for a minute, to make sure that no Jedi tried to attack them from behind. When he felt confident they were reasonably safe, he turned to the rest of his men.

“Seven, you will take lead of Green team.”

“Sir!” Seven, a nickname given to him by the rest of the men, had once dove into a fox hole that happened to contain seven Super Battle Droids.

No one is quite sure how, even he admitted he wasn’t sure, but he emerged from that fox hole alive, and the seven SBD’s were destroyed. He did sustain a few shots to the legs and arms, but a bacta tank proved to be beneficial in his case.

“Green team will have clean up duty. You and your men are to sweep each and every room. I want updates after each room is cleared. I want no surprises.”

“Sir!” Immediately Green team turned and headed down the same corridor as Blue team, but instead of heading down the hallway towards the landing platform, they broke off and ran into the first room.

Appo looked at his team, one by one. He was proud to serve with men like this. Unquestioning loyalty to the Republic, and the Supreme Chancellor; if there were questions, they were not voiced, which was just as good. He then looked over the edge of the walkway they were on, and took in the surroundings. He could hear muffled blaster fire in the distance, and knew that there were surely some Jedi that had escaped. That was not his concern now though. He looked back at his team.

“Let’s go, we have a job to do.” They all shouldered their firearms, and started marching down the hall.


Ghost and his team had made it to the landing platform without encountering any resistance. He didn’t like the feeling of that, so he had sent some of his men back, about half way, and made sure that no one was following them; no Jedi at least.

While he was standing on the platform, a speeder landed not twenty feet from where he was. Ghost turned to look at the man that was now walking his way. The man was tall, had dark skin, and was well dressed. It made no difference to him though, this person needed to leave before Commander Appo arrived.

“What’s going on here?” the man asked, as he strode towards Ghost.

“There’s been a rebellion sir, I suggest you leave.”

“I am a Senator, I demand to know what’s going on.”

‘Great, a Senator.’ Thought Ghost. ‘Senators have no authority here.’ The thought came into his head, almost as if it was not his own, but it was. Ghost leveled his rifle at the man.

“I think it’s time for you to go, sir.”

The man froze in his tracks.

“And so it is.” Was his reply. The Senator turned, and headed back towards his speeder.

Just as the Senator was about to enter his speeder, there was a commotion behind Ghost. He turned in time to see 2 of his troops cut down by a young Jedi, no more than 16 standards years old.

“Get him!” shouted one of the other clones.

In unison, the Clones aimed their rifles at the young boy, and fired mercilessly. The Jedi was able to deflect a couple of shots back at the Clones, but he was not experienced enough to deflect them all.

Through the private comm., Ghost ordered his men to keep firing.

“Don’t stop until he’s dead!” he ordered. ‘You will pay for killing my brothers, Jedi’, Ghost thought to himself.

Finally one, then two, then multiple blaster bolts hit the young man. Ghost had his full attention on the Jedi they had just cut down, but he heard the Senator.

“No!” The Senator then slid into his speeder, and blasted off the landing platform.

A few of the Clones fired at the speeder, but Ghost ordered his men to stop.

“Let him go. We have more important things to do.”

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[92se-r]

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Vader was on the edge of the landing platform, his hood and cloak flapping with the onrush of wind from the shuttle that was carrying his master. Roughly thirty Clones lined the way to the platform, standing perfectly erect, blasters shouldered, looking straight ahead at the Clones across from them. Vader scanned them, much to his pleasure. The 501st were definitely the best of the Clone army; the night’s events had proven that. To his right, Commander Appo was a little more at ease than his men, but he was still ready to snap to attention when Sidious came out from the shuttle.

With a soft thump, the shuttle landed, and Vader could hear the engines winding down. On the side of the transport, in front of Vader, the side airlock snapped and hissed open. Slowly the walkway lowered, until it hit the platform, and standing at the top was the shadowy figure of Vader’s master. Quickly, he dropped to one knee, head bowed; the Clones all snapped to attention in unison, making a loud clack on the platform. The figure started its descent down the ramp, as if gliding on air. As he neared the end of the ramp, he briefly stopped by Darth Vader.

“Rise, my friend.” Sidious cracked.

Vader rose, and Sidious started walking again. It took less than a step for Vader to catch up to the older man, but he still remained about a half step behind him.

“What is the status, Lord Vader?”

“It is going well, my Master. Nearly 97 percent of the Temple has been swept for any remaining Jedi. We have found clusters, mostly younglings and Padawans…” his voice trailed off.

As if able to sense what he had done, Sidious broke in.

“You did what you had to do, my apprentice. If you had shown mercy to even the youngest of the Jedi, you would not have been strong enough in the Dark Side to be successful in this attack. You would not be strong enough to learn its secrets, and ultimately save Padme.” He stopped walking as he said her name, and turned to face Vader.

Vader did not look him in the face. Instead he kept looking at the ground. It was visible in his facial expressions that there was still a struggling inside Sidious’ apprentice.

Sidious reached out, and put a wrinkled hand on Vader’s shoulder.

“My friend, listen to me. You are the Chosen One, I have always believed in that. You were meant to restore balance to the Force. Which is what you have done. The Jedi chose to believe that their Chosen One would destroy the Sith. What they failed to interpret, unlike myself, and my Master before me, was that the Chosen One would be of the Force. For over a thousand years the Jedi have severely outnumbered the Sith. How is that balanced? What we have done, what you have done, is the process of slowly balancing that out once again. Soon the Jedi will know what it is like to hide in the shadows. The rule of the Sith will bring about peace and security in a way they never could. Together we will learn all the secrets of the Dark Side.”

Vader slowly lifted his head, looking the old man in the eyes.

“Yes, my Master.”

Sidious took his hand off Vader’s shoulder, turned, and began to walk again. As they entered the Temple, the Sith Master could not help but notice the scorch marks from the blaster fire, and lightsabers. He looked over the ledge, on to a lower floor, and saw the bodies of dead Clones, but far more of dead Jedi. As they moved more towards the interior, the vast halls smelled of burnt flesh, and death. A few of the massive pillars had been destroyed, under heavy munitions fire from the Clones attempting to kill Jedi that may have been hiding. Sidious smiled as he walked the halls. It hurt to smile, but he couldn’t help it; so many Jedi killed in a matter of hours.

“Commander Appo,” Sidious called out, breaking a long silence as they walked the halls.

“Yes, my Lord?” Appo responded, about a step behind Vader, followed in force by the thirty clones that had greeted Sidious on the landing platform.

“Let your men know that they have done an excellent job. If it had not been for you and your men, the Jedi rebellion may have been harder to stamp out.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

As they rounded a corner, Sidious stopped and looked quizzically at a clone trooper, standing by a control panel by himself.

Vader, noticing where his master was looking, plainly stated “Why is that clone by himself?”

Instantly, Sidious’ smile disappeared; replaced by an angry growl, and eyes flaming with hatred.

“That’s no clone,” he hissed “that’s a Jedi!”

Without further word, and in an instant, Darth Vader covered the ground between them and the would-be clone. As he landed a few feet from the person wearing the clone armor, he could tell it was no clone. He was a little too short, and the uniform did not fit properly. Then there was the other thing that set him apart from the other clones; he was holding a lightsaber.

As Vader ignited his lightsaber, the other being turned to face him. Slowly she removed the clone helmet, and looked at Vader.

“Anakin, is that you?”

[92se-r]

This next sequence is a little longer than I had planned, but I'm sure you will see why I didn't want to break it up.

And as always, comments are more than welcome.

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Two hours before…

Naat Reath had come back to the Jedi Temple to find solace, and meditate, which she had found for a while. Tonight though, it was survival that she was trying to find. Many of the Jedi Masters were gone away on missions around the galaxy. Yoda had gone to Kashyyk, Obi-Wan to Utapau, and others even farther still. She had been jarred out of her meditations by a disturbance in the Force, one located very close to the Temple; within minutes, the Clone army started their assault on the Temple. She was not sure at first if she was correct about the Clones, but when one tried to take her head off with a blaster rifle, she had no more doubts. She ran from hall to hall, watching Jedi, Padawans, and younglings being cut down by the Clones. There were too many of them for her to try and help those other Jedi. She searched for Jedi that were hiding, to maybe band together, and resist the onslaught.

She found about seven other younger Jedi grouped in a room, talking quietly, trying to figure out a way to escape the Temple. When she entered the room, all eyes quickly fell on her. She had more battle experience then all of them put together, and they knew it.

“We need to find a way out of here.” One of the males stated.

“We need to fight them,” another began “we need to go and rescue as many Jedi as we can.”

“And just how do you propose we do that?” the first one retorted, “I suppose we just walk up to the nearest Clone and say ‘You there, give me those Jedi.’”

“Well we can’t just sit here.” Another one chimed in.

Naat raised both of her hands. “We all just need to calm down. Something is not right here. Why would the Clones start attacking the Jedi? There is a dark presence here, and I think that it is the reason they are doing what they are. We need to find a way out of the Temple. Going after other Jedi would be a suicide mission. If we are to survive this attack, we need to leave.”

No one in the room offered advice to the contrary. They all stood there silent, waiting for her to continue.

“They seem to be targeting only Jedi, so we need to be able to slip out an entrance, undetected and unnoticed. Does anyone have any ideas?”

There was a silence in the room for a minute. Finally one of the youngest, a Padawan, spoke up.

“Master Kenobi always said that a disguise could sometimes be the most effective weapon.”

They all nodded in agreement.

“A disguise. Okay, does anyone have an idea for a disguise?” Naat asked.

“What about a Clone?” one of the boys replied.

“That would be a good idea,” Naat offered, “but I think they would notice the difference in height in most of you.” She looked around the room. “Make that all of you.”

The Padawan spoke up again.

“Your about the right height. What if we could get you into a Clone uniform? Then you could make us your ‘prisoners’, and lead us out of the Temple. Tell them your taking us for questioning, or something like that.”

Naat sat there for a moment, pondering the idea. There were not many options. Surely by now many of the major routes had been cut off by the Clones.

“I don’t see that we have many alternatives.” She finally answered.

She had barely finished her sentence when three Clones came around the corner of the room, blasters at the ready. As soon as they had cleared the doors, they opened fire.

A few of the stragglers in the room were able to ignite their lightsabers in time, harmlessly deflecting the blaster fire aimed at them. Three of the younger ones were not fast enough though, and they were cut down with the first few shots.

“We need one of them!” Naat shouted to the others.

Slowly the remnant moved towards the Clones, deflecting blaster fire away from them. A young Padawan leapt over the heads of his comrades, towards the Clones. In mid-air, one of the Clones opened fire on the Padawan. Two bolts streaked towards him from the blaster rifle, aimed at his head, or where it was going to be in a split second. He deflected the bolts back towards the Clone; both bolts slamming into the Clones armored chest plate. The clone slammed into the ground on the impact of the bolts, and didn’t get back up.

As the Padawan landed between the two remaining Clones, he drove his lightsaber into the side of the chest plate of one, and in one swift motion, pivoted and brought his lightsaber down onto the last remaining clones blaster rifle, cutting it in half. Once the clone realized what had happened, he turned towards the Padawan, getting ready to use what was left of his rifle as a club against him.

Naat used a Force push on the clone, sending him slamming into wall about ten feet from where they were. He hit the wall with a solid thud, and crumpled onto the floor. Naat ran over to the body. She put her hand on his head.

“He’s not dead, but he has a serious concussion. He won’t be waking up for quite a while. Quick, help me get his uniform off.”

She looked back at the remaining Jedi. With her there were only four left now. The others had not been able to deflect the bolts fast enough.

“We don’t have much time.” She stressed to them. “Who knows if they called for backup?”

The others ran over to the body, and quickly took off his armor. In a matter of minutes, the clone lay on the floor, nothing on but his under armor.

Before Naat started to put on the armor, she look at the other clones, lying on the floor dead.

“We need to hide their bodies first.”

After finding a container big enough for the bodies, the young Jedi moved them there. The clone that was still alive though, was bound, and put in a closet in an abandoned room. Going back, Naat quickly donned the Clone trooper armor. It wasn’t an exact fit, but it was closer than the others would have been able to pull off. She glanced at the others.

“If we are going to pull this off, you need to hide your lightsabers. I’ll carry one of their blaster rifles, but keep my lightsaber on the utility belt. Hopefully there won’t be much questioning in the chaos. Once we are out of the Temple, we will make our way to Dexter’s diner. He has always been a friend towards the Jedi. Any questions?"

No one said anything.

“Good. Lets go. And may the Force be with us.”


Half an hour had passed, and the young group of Jedi were still trying to find a way out of the Temple. Naat had been correct in her assumption; the clones had stationed large numbers of troops by the most well known exits. They had decided that it would be best to avoid as many of the clones as possible, for the time being, so as not to raise too much suspicion. They headed towards the lower levels of the Temple; trying to find one of the lesser-known exits that Naat was aware of. If they were lucky, they would be able to slip out of the Temple unnoticed, and blend in with the citizens of Coruscant.

As they made their way through crawl spaces, and darted from room to room, they finally saw the opportunity they were looking for. Next to one of the many storage rooms, there was a hallway that led to a lower level service entrance, one that was used only by the Jedi that brought in the food from the farms. Naat knew that it was a long cramped tunnel, about half a mile long and only ten feet wide, but it was their best chance.

“Okay, this is it.” She whispered to the group. “At the end of this service tunnel, there should be a door that leads to the food bay. It’s a fairly large area, where the farmers bring in the food for the Temple. It should also provide us with additional cover, if memory serves me right. Once we are in there, it shouldn’t be too hard to slip out one of the bay doors, and make a run for one of the nearby side streets.”

“But what if there are clones in there?” a young Padawan asked.

“We will try to avoid them, if possible. If we can’t, then we go back to our initial plan. You are my prisoners, and I’m taking you for questioning.”

Everyone shook his or her heads in agreement.

“Come on, we need to move.” Naat urged the group.

She took point, and the rest of them followed about ten feet behind her, sticking as close to the walls as they could.

It had been smooth sailing so far, and Naat liked it. As they rounded the corner, she saw the entrance to the bay, only fifteen feet further. She reached out with the Force, to try and get an idea of what lay beyond the door, but she could only go a few feet beyond it. It was as if something were blocking her. While she didn’t like to go into a situation totally blind, she didn’t see that she had much of a choice.

She motioned for the others to stop, as she kept walking towards the door. She then accessed the control panel, and slid the door open. There was no one around the immediate area, but there was a group of about fifty clones no more than two hundred feet away. There were stacked up crates scattered throughout the bay, which was well over seven hundred feet long, and at least one hundred tall. She looked up at the ceiling, which was cris-crossed with catwalks, and service bays. Nothing that would provide ample cover for them. As she scanned the rest of the bay, she saw it, an open service door. The problem was that it was on the other side of the clones. This was going to be harder than she had thought.

While she was thinking of a way to bypass the clones, she noticed that a large group of them, roughly forty of them, began to march off into one of the other entrances. They seemed to be in a hurry, as it was more of a sprint, but one that was in perfect unison. The clones still amazed her, even after the night’s tragedies.

‘Ten, that’s a little better’, she thought to herself.

Without taking her eyes off the group of clones, she waved the group forward. When they were standing next to her, she motioned for a stack of crates that would hide them from the clones.

Safely hidden behind the barrier, she let the group know the news.

“Well, there is a door that has been left open.” She whispered. “The problem is that it is on the other side of those clones. So everyone put on your best face, and lets try to make it to the door before they decide to ask questions.”

As the group made its way out from behind the barrier, the Jedi in front, and Naat behind them aiming the blaster rifle at them, the clones immediately noticed them.

“There’s some more, blast them!” The clones all turned and fixed their sites on the Jedi who were walking towards the door.

As they opened fire on the group, Naat leveled the blaster rifle at the clones, and opened fire. She watched as one of the Padawans was cut down in the crossfire.

“No!” she shouted.

She drained the battery pack in a matter of seconds, taking two clones down, and wounding another. She could feel the rage building in her, something that did not usually happen in the Temple. She then tossed aside her blaster rifle, and ignited her lightsaber. In the corner of her eye, she noticed that one of the young Jedi had deflected a blaster bolt back towards the clone that had fired it, slamming him in the helmet. He dropped instantly. As she watched the group defending themselves, she decided to try and flank the clones on the right, using broken crates as cover.

As she was getting ready to move, she got a sinking feeling in her stomach. Something was wrong. She popped her head up over the crate in time to see a clone toss a close proximity grenade. She saw it flying through the air, and tried to reach out and grab it with the Force. Just when she almost had it, a blaster bolt hit the crate she was hiding behind, centimeters from her helmet. The shot made her lose concentration for a second, just long enough to lose her grip on the flying explosive.

She watched in horror as everything slowed down.

The grenade landed in the middle of the Jedi, who were grouped closely together. The lights on the grenade were flashing quickly, a signal that it was about to explode. One of the young Jedi males reached for the grenade, with a blur of speed. He had it in his hand, and was in the middle of throwing it back at the clones, when it happened. The red light turned solid, and in a bright flash, the group of young Jedi disappeared. The fireball from the explosion killed all of them instantly. She had noticed, too, that the clones were pushed backwards a little, and seemed a little stunned.

Without thinking, acting purely on instinct, and flowing in the Force, she leapt from behind the crate she was hiding behind, and landed in the group of clones. She moved faster than she had ever remembered. Tears were streaming from her eyes.

“No! Not again!” she cried through the helmet.

She had cut down the remaining clones in a matter of seconds, a red haze filling her vision as she did so. When she finally stopped, she looked around the bay. There were no more clones standing, and she was the last Jedi alive.

She looked over at the blast area, where her group of allies had once stood. The floor was scorched, and black. The bodies had been thrown thirty feet in every direction. As she spotted on of the bodies, she knew they were dead. The body of a young Padawan, perhaps the male who suggested the idea for escape, she couldn’t tell, lay in an unnatural position over a crate. His robes still flaming a bit from the explosion; his hair smoldering; his skin charred.

She looked away. Her only comfort was that now they were one with the Force. She wondered how long it would be until she joined them. She deactivated her lightsaber, and began to calm down. She realized that she had utilized the Dark Side to kill the clones.

‘That dark presence in the Temple must be affecting me.’ She thought to herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted, though, by the sound of footsteps coming her way. They were coming from the opened bay door; Clones, and quite a few of them based on the sound. She said a silent farewell to her fallen comrades, and ran towards a service door on the other side of the bay. Her only other way of leaving it seemed, was to try and make it to a landing platform that had a speeder, or something.

No doubt the hanger bays would be flooded with clones, she reasoned. Then she remembered that on the upper levels of the temple, there were landing platforms where speeders would come and go, taxis. It seemed to be her only way out. Quickly, she started her way back up through the Temple.

After dodging clone patrols, and hiding in the shadows, she finally made it to the upper levels of the Temple. It seemed deserted up here. Still she was cautious in walking around. She needed to find a platform, and find one fast. The Force seemed to be telling her that something bad was about to happen. As she was looking around a corner, she heard a soft thump behind her. She turned, and was greeted with the snap of a lightsaber coming to life. It took her a second, but she recognized the figure. How could she not? She was relieved to see him, and started to take off her helmet.

“Anakin, is that you?”

[92se-r]

Well, here it is, the last one.
I hope you enjoy.
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The hand that had killed dozens of Jedi in one night didn’t move. The figure attached to the hand was poised in a striking stance, ready to unleash it’s fury. Naat was staring at him, hoping that she would be recognized. Instead she was greeted with one word:

“Run.”

It was said in such a whisper that Naat almost didn’t hear it.

“What?” she asked.

“I said run. Please.”

Naat met the gaze of the man she knew to be Anakin Skywalker, hero of the Republic, but something was different. Not only in his eyes, but also in the presence he had in the Force. Something seemed to be conflicting inside him. Then she saw a tear start to gently roll down one cheek. A single streak left behind on a face that seemed to exude so much pain. She felt a cold shiver come over her. As she looked around, she noticed that they were surrounded by clones, weapons all drawn, and at the ready. But they weren’t firing, why?

“Shall we open fire, my Lord?” she heard on of them say.

“No,” came a calm, yet evil voice from the shadows “Let him take care of this in his own way. You are not to fire on her, no matter what. I want to see what Lord Vader will do with this one. She has tasted the Dark Side; I can feel it. Even now, she is fighting it.” Then came the cracking laugh the galaxy would soon despise.

She looked at Skywalker, not sure what to think.

“Anakin, what’s going on?”

In a sudden contortion, the young mans face turned into rage. His eyes became un-humanly yellow, with a fire red ring around his pupils.

“That name has no meaning for me any longer. You may now call me Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith. Although, you probably won’t live long enough to say it.”

With a blindingly fast strike, he brought his lightsaber down on her.

She was able to ignite hers, and deflect his blow, the screech of lightsabers clashing as his blade slid down hers. The strike nearly knocked her off balance, but she was able to use his momentum against him. As he slid past her, she moved towards his back, and kicked him in the back, using the Force to amplify it. He went stumbling into a couple of the clone troopers, who caught him. While he was still a little stunned, Naat did a leaping back flip, landing in front of the clone line. Quickly she cut four of them down. Even when facing certain death, the clones did not try to open fire on her. It confused her.

“Only your hatred can save you, my little Jedi.” Came the voice from the shadows.

Just as he was finishing his sentence, Vader leapt the distance to her, coming down with a blow that would have knocked the lightsaber from her hands, if she had been there. Instantly, and just in time, she rolled out of the way, preparing to strike. Vader met her lightsaber with one fluid motion. He brought his lightsaber from the ground towards hers, which was coming in for a strike at his ribs. The lightsabers came precariously close to his head, but the whole time he did not take his eyes off of her.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked him.

“I must obey my Master.” He said. “The Jedi have been lying to us the whole time. They tried to assassinate the Supreme Chancellor, and take over the Republic.”

“Now who’s lying, Darth Vader?” she spat the name out with contentiousness. “You know the Jedi would never assassinate the Supreme Chancellor, or try to take over the Republic. We are here to serve the Republic.”

“I saw it myself!” he yelled at her. “If it wasn’t for me, the Supreme Chancellor would have been struck down by Master Windu.”

“What do you mean, ‘Would have’, Anakin? What did you do?”

He looked at her, coldly.

“I did what I had to do. To save the Republic, to save my love…” His eyes seemed distant when he trailed off. He took a few steps back from Naat, and deactivated his lightsaber.

She watched him, feeling the sorrow and rage pour from the young man; it was almost too much to bear, like standing in a storm on Ryloth. Then she too deactivated her lightsaber, but kept it in a guarded position.

“I don’t understand, Anakin. How could you turn on the Jedi, on your family?”

Without letting him get a word out, the voice came again.

“Finish her, Lord Vader! She is a traitor to the Republic! If she had the chance, she would try to kill me as well.”

She turned to face the shadows.

“Why don’t you come out and face me, you coward!”

She was greeted with laughter, and the serpent like hiss of a red lightsaber coming to life. The blood red blade gave off an eerie glow in the shadows, teasing the cloak of the figure, giving him shape, yet none at the same time. Slowly it came into the light of the main corridor.

“My dear child, you are no match for me.” He laughed.

“We shall soon see. Even if I were to die, the other Masters will be back soon enough, and they will take care of you. The Sith will lose, yet again.”

Laughter filled the area, a cold maniacal laughter.

“My dear, do you think that any are left alive? I had my clones programmed to kill all the Jedi on a single command. Why do you think they attacked your precious Temple? It was I who allowed the Jedi to think they were doing this all for the Republic. They were fools, and now they are all dead for their failure to see the truth until it was too late.”

Tears welled up in Naats eyes. It couldn’t be true. Not all of the Masters could be dead. That was impossible. Then she thought of the kindest master she had met, Master Yoda. The mere thought of him being killed by clones was enough to make her blood boil.

“What do you mean ‘your’ clones? The clones were made for the Republic.”

The shadow stepped into the light a little more.

“I am the Republic!”

Then she recognized him. It was Supreme Chancellor Palpatine! In a blinding flash, it all came together for her.

Sensing that she had finally become aware of who he was, and what he did, he egged her on.

“That’s right, my young friend. You have been doing my bidding; fighting my wars. You have been a loyal servant of the Sith, and I thank you.” He gave her a broad grin.

“No!” she shouted back. Without thinking, for the second time on one night, she leapt towards the figure in black, towards the Sith. Igniting her lightsaber about halfway towards him, she focused on her attack; swift and deadly.

She was greeted, however, with the harsh sensation of electricity coursing through her body, sending her back the way she came. She screamed in agony, never feeling this kind of sensation before. It was as if all of her nerves were being attacked at once, and set on fire. As she landed on the ground with a hard thump, she opened her eyes and looked towards the Sith she had just tried to finish off. Her lightsaber was at least fifteen feet from her, and she was too stunned to try and reach out for it.

“What are you waiting for, Lord Vader?” it asked. “Finish her!”

“But she is defenseless, Master. How could I?”

An angry snarl came across the Siths face.

“A Sith shows no mercy, no regret! Let me show you, my young apprentice, the fate she will now suffer. You brought this on her yourself.”
He deactivated his lightsaber, returned it to his cloak, and took a couple of steps towards the fallen Jedi.

Naat looked at the figure approaching her. She tried to move, but found that her body was not responding, it hurt too much. She only had one hope left.

“Anakin, please, help me.”

Mockingly, the Sith master laughed at her.

“Young fool. He can never be turned from the Dark Side. He is mine.”

“No.” she let out with a whisper.

“Now young Jedi,” a grin spread across his face “You will die.”

Before she realized it, Naat was once again convulsing under the pain of the electricity being directed at her. She could feel it coursing through her body, tightening her muscles into uncontrollable spasms. She screamed in pain.


Vader stood there, and watched. He could hear her screams; see her pain. He stood there and did nothing. How could he? Sidious was too powerful for him, for now. Soon enough though, he would be able to defeat his master. He and Padme would be able to rule the galaxy together. What was the life of one Jedi compared to that?


Naat screamed more than she thought she ever could. The pain was getting worse by the second, and she was starting to black out. She knew that soon she would be dead; nothing was going to change that. It was only a matter of seconds though, before she couldn’t feel the pain anymore. She no longer heard the static charge of the air around her, or her own screams. Instead a pleasant blue light greeted her; one that grew steadily brighter. She heard a thousand voices, and they called for her. Soon, she was immersed with them, flowing with them. Then she became one with them.


Sidious did not stop the flow of electricity until he knew she was dead. He stopped, and took a deep breath. It had been a long time since he had killed someone using Sith lighting. He viewed the body, smoldering from the recent onslaught. He then turned his attention towards his new apprentice. He had faltered where he should have exceeded. He would need to be taught a lesson.

Vader was not excpecting what happened next. When he turned towards his master, he too was greeted by a surge of electricity. It struck him in the chest, sending him backwards into a pillar. It was stronger than Count Dooku’s strike, yet it did not continue.

“I will not accept failure, Lord Vader.” Sidious started to explain as he walked towards him. “If you are to succeed me, and become as powerful as I hope you will one day become, you must do as I say.”

He then changed tones.

“If we are to bring peace to the galaxy, you must listen to me, my friend. The Jedi are not to be trusted, or shown mercy. They will kill you, once they found out what you have done, and they will not give you the opportunity to explain your actions.”

Vader lifted himself off the floor, kneeling in front of his Master. The hatred flowed through him, but he realized he would have to bide his time.

“Do you understand, Lord Vader?”

“Yes, my Master.”

“Good, then go, and bring peace to our new Empire.”

[nefertiti]

This is just a great idea. I like it! Lots of description. Don't those funny missing pieces make your mind travel down roads not taken? I like it! Oh, where will you go next?

[92se-r]

Actually, this would be the end. For now at least.

Sorry.