Author's Note:
This is a very rough series of scene-shots. I apologize in advance
to any hard-core Star Wars fans who may read it and find canonical and
technical errors and misconceptions in it (especially regarding the Jedi
and the Force). I am a big fan of Star Wars, but have not been able to
express that love for some time (a long story that does not have a
place here) and this has led to a lack of knowledge about much
outside of the movies. As with most of my scene-shots it is mostly
un-edited, nor did I
do any research for it. In light of that, please forgive the lack of
planet names and other species. I simply wrote what came to me
based on what I already know. Also, it is not intended to have any
relation or bearing to the current or previous cannon. It simply occurs
in the same GFFA. Thank you for your understanding, and may the Force be
with you.I do not own the rights to the Star Wars elements used in this scene-shot. I also do not make any profit from this story. This is for personal enjoyment only.
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She fought;
trusting the Force to be her eyes and direct her movements. It was a strange
experience. She had only given over so much control during meditation, never in
battle. She had to trust that she was not cutting down ally as well as foe. As
she felt the Force flowing through her, she reflected on how things had come to
this.
Originally sent to
oversee negotiations, she had her master had been forced to abandon neutrality
and choose a side. Once the negotiations had reached the breaking point, the
decision had not been hard. She had personally borne witness to some of the
horrors that would only multiply if they lost this fight.
The following
months had been hard, and the recent loss of her master, as well as her
eyesight, even if temporarily, had not made it easier. She could fell the Dark
Side calling to her, calling for her to give in to the fear and anger that had been
building insider her for months- anger against the horrors that had been
committed against innocents and over the death of her master and fear of what
would come should her efforts and the efforts of her allies be in vain. She
also feared her own inexperience and short-comings. She was a padawan, full of
potential, but also self-doubt.
She resisted the
call, pulling strength from the Light and the knowledge that their cause was
just. She could not give in. Even if they won the war, she would have lost. Their
message had gotten through and help was coming, she could feel it. She could fight
until it arrived.
She felt a change
come over her. All of a sudden, her body was her own. Subtly, yet almost instantly,
the Force had released its hold on her. Sound reached her ears, so any sounds.
Over them she could hear a man speaking. The man’s presence felt familiar, but
her mind was too exhausted to explain why.
“….you can stop…..it’s over….you did it….”
Her arms felt
heavy, and her had decided to quit working. As she felt a soft darkness
enveloped her, the words “it’s over….you did it….” echoed in her mind. They had
won.
