Vader stalked off the hilltop, casting aside all who got in his way, as he made his way to his former Master and Mentor, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Nineteen years ago, Kenobi betrayed him, humiliated him, dismembered him, and murdered his wife. He even tried to hide his daughter from him all those years, but that was yet another failure by the elder Jedi. The tall, black-clad figure marched with passion, cutting down anyone who got close enough to feel the searing burn of his crimson blade. His shiny onyx dome reflected the horrified visages of the Rebels as they met their deaths, his cape billowed around the echoing screams of pain and misery from the putrid Stormtroopers who failed to move from his path. As he approached his apprentice on the battlefield, Vader bellowed, "You are to stay your hand, girl. Kenobi is mine alone."
"This is my battle, Father," retorted Leia, turning her back to him. "Today, I will end the lives of all before me and prove that I am truly a Sith Lord."
Vader swept his arm in a powerful arc, using the Force to throw Leia off of her feet. "How dare you turn your back on me?! You are still now strong enough to face a Jedi Master, regardless of what your ego tells you. If I have to cut you down myself, I shall," boomed Vader at his daughter.
Leia easily caught herself and landed on her feet, her lightsaber ignited and at the ready. Her wicked lips curled into a portrait of hatred at her father's obvious lack of faith. She watched her father continue his journey to seek our the elder Jedi Master with contempt. The plum fires that burned inside from the Force began to emanate themselves from her eye sockets, dancing upon the drifts of wind like the fingers of a concert pianist. She was not going to be left out of this battle with the Jedi. She promised she would slay all on this battlefield this day: what was one more death to her?
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Obi-Wan began to prepare himself for the coming battle with his former pupil and friend. He knew he should have ended the boy's life when he had the chance those many years ago on Mustafar. Had he known his best friend, his brother, would become the walking pillar of evil that stalked the battlefield before him, he would have seen to it that the river of molten lava claimed Anakin that day. Instead, the boy grew up to become a powerful Sith Lord, Darth Vader. He stood side by side with the vile Emperor Palpatine, also known as Darth Sidious. Palpatine had pulled the greatest ruse of any Sith ever throughout the history, and corrupted perhaps the most powerful Jedi ever known in the process. Vader's viciousness on the battle ground was terrifying to watch, as he used the Force and his lightsaber to cut down and maim any and all before him, ally and foe alike. His ruby red blade sliced through the air with deadly precision, never missing it's mark. Vader used Force Push, Force Choke, and other wicked applications of the Force on the dead, dying, and fleeing masses.
A Stormtrooper stormed at Obi-Wan in an attempt to ovecome the vererable Jedi. His glistening black armor shone in stark contrast to his vivid purple markings, designating him a part of Darth Leia's 818th Feartroopers. Known for their high effectiveness, deadly accuracy, and diabolical tactics, these Feartroopers were without souls. The Feartrooper brought back his arm, fist clenched, and threw it forward at the Master. Obi-Wan easily sidestepped the focused punch , deflecting the arm away from himself and gripped his wrist into a wrist lock and brought his own elbow into the trooper's throat, incapacitating him. He then threw the Trooper over his shoulder and to the ground and knocked him unconscious. As he stood up, another trooper was coming at him hurriedly, so Obi-Wan brought his leg up into a well timed front kick and flung the stunned attacker aside with the Force. Gathering himself once again, he walked off to meet his former pupil.
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Mara Jade watched the gap between Vader and Master Obi-Wan narrow, the inevitable battle looming ever closer to its conclusion. The whispers and murmurs through the Force told her that this day, one of them would not survive. The air crackled with energy, both sinister and benign. She felt chills and warmth simultaneously. Never before had she experienced such conflict in everything all around her. She knew her duty was to guide Luke should anything happen to Master Obi-Wan. She was ordered to do so, and she would not disobey Master Kenobi, regardless of how she felt about that. Luke was incredibly strong in the Force, stronger than she and most likely stronger than Kenobi as well. His Force potential was off the charts, unparallelled in any of the archives that survived the Jedi Purge. Even Grand Master Yoda was cautious with Luke, warning Kenobi and herself of the gravity of training him. But Luke had surpassed such misgivings. He was a very humble, yet confident young man, neither pompous or arrogant, yet with a steel will and iron resolve. She glanced in his direction. There he stood, standing at the rear of the battle, his viridian fire crackling all around him. His emerald lightsaber shone at his side, at the ready should he need it for any reason. She marveled as the occasional blaster bolt seared towards him, only to be batted out of thin air by the wave of his hand. The Jedi Knight didn't even need his lightsaber to deflect such things. Who would be saving whom, should the situation present itself.
No longer content to simply observe the battle all around her, no longer able to watch as her loyal rebel troops fell all around her. They would lay their lives down for her without a thought, and she felt it only right to do the same for them. She ignited her lightsaber, the orange blade humming to life, burning bright with the Light Side of the Force. She leapt into action, shooting Luke a mental message to stay where he was unless she or Obi-Wan called for it. She felt his displeasure at her order, but he followed it as requested. She blazed through the ranks of Imperial troopers, clad in both black and white. Her copper blade sliced and sizzled through their armors, her tangerine cutlass cut down adversary after adversary. Jedi Master Mara Jade fell into a battle trance, becoming one with the synergy of her body and blade, an artistic rendering of chaos, a symphony of lethality. She had felled several adversaries when she felt the cold grip of the Dark Side at her limbs. Stopping herself, she looked up to see Darth Leia staring at her from across the plains.
