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Ahsoka Tano vs. Darth Stalker (Starkiller in the non-canon ending to TFU)
It was supposed to have been a simple mission. Republic Intelligence had uncovered experiments by the Separatists to develop a transwarp generator that would make current hyperdrives look like a snail’s pace by comparison.
The mission was simple. Get in, get out. At best with the generator, at worst destroy it. Unfortunately, it hadn’t been that simple.
Anakin and Ahsoka had gotten ambushed by an army of Battle Droids and had somehow gotten separated. Now Ahsoka found herself facing a droid squad in a corridor. She grinned as she easily dismantled them. “Sorry tinnies, not your lucky night” she bragged.
Her grin vanished as a sudden Dark Side presence hit her like an icy breeze. She spun around…
What she saw made her stop as if she had been turned to stone.
The figure before her wore black and grey body armour the likes of which she had never seen before. It consisted of flexible, ribbed plates over his torso and a high, metal collar around his neck. Steel talons were grafted directly to his fingers. A mask, similar to an Ubese helmet, covered his face. Six lightsabres were fixed to his belt. In his hand was a seventh, this one lit. Its scarlet blade glowed brilliantly. Hatred radiated from him in almost tangible waves.
She shook her head. I’ve fought Grievous and Assajj Ventress she thought. I can take this guy. Aloud she said, “Okay masky. I’ll scrap you just like your droid friends.”
He didn’t reply, merely stood there. She shrugged, raised her lightsabre and charged.
Ahsoka darted from side to side, striking here and there with her blade, confident that her speed and small size would allow her to get under his guard.
But her opponent blocked every blow without even needing to move his feet. His every movement flowed smooth as oil; a model of deadly grace and machine-like efficiency. Fighting down her fear, she stepped back, shifted her grip and attacked again. Again he blocked each attack with ease, barely needing to move. Her heart sank as she realised he was toying with her. Her only chance was to run.
Before she could do so, the masked warrior flicked his wrist slightly and she flew backwards as if fired from a cannon. Ahsoka smashed into the wall, causing starbursts of colour to explode in front of her eyes. Her lightsabre clattered to the floor as she gripped her skull in agony, certain it had been cracked open by the brutal impact.
Invisible hands seized her and lifted her into the air. Ahsoka tried to struggle as her foe deactivated his lightsabre and moved closer, but she couldn’t move even an inch. She tried to say something defiant, but her throat was held shut.
The figure studied her for a moment and then sliced open her throat with one of his clawed fingers. Blood gushed from her severed arteries and she twitched feebly for a moment before her head slumped forwards and she was still.
He let Ahsoka’s body drop, picked up her lightsabre and silently walked away.
Originally posted by chilled monkey
You're welcome. I hope you like this one:Ahsoka Tano vs. Darth Stalker (Starkiller in the non-canon ending to TFU)
It was supposed to have been a simple mission. Republic Intelligence had uncovered experiments by the Separatists to develop a transwarp generator that would make current hyperdrives look like a snail’s pace by comparison.
The mission was simple. Get in, get out. At best with the generator, at worst destroy it. Unfortunately, it hadn’t been that simple.
Anakin and Ahsoka had gotten ambushed by an army of Battle Droids and had somehow gotten separated. Now Ahsoka found herself facing a droid squad in a corridor. She grinned as she easily dismantled them. “Sorry tinnies, not your lucky night” she bragged.
Her grin vanished as a sudden Dark Side presence hit her like an icy breeze. She spun around…
What she saw made her stop as if she had been turned to stone.
The figure before her wore black and grey body armour the likes of which she had never seen before. It consisted of flexible, ribbed plates over his torso and a high, metal collar around his neck. Steel talons were grafted directly to his fingers. A mask, similar to an Ubese helmet, covered his face. Six lightsabres were fixed to his belt. In his hand was a seventh, this one lit. Its scarlet blade glowed brilliantly. Hatred radiated from him in almost tangible waves.
She shook her head. I’ve fought Grievous and Assajj Ventress she thought. I can take this guy. Aloud she said, “Okay masky. I’ll scrap you just like your droid friends.”
He didn’t reply, merely stood there. She shrugged, raised her lightsabre and charged.
Ahsoka darted from side to side, striking here and there with her blade, confident that her speed and small size would allow her to get under his guard.
But her opponent blocked every blow without even needing to move his feet. His every movement flowed smooth as oil; a model of deadly grace and machine-like efficiency. Fighting down her fear, she stepped back, shifted her grip and attacked again. Again he blocked each attack with ease, barely needing to move. Her heart sank as she realised he was toying with her. Her only chance was to run.
Before she could do so, the masked warrior flicked his wrist slightly and she flew backwards as if fired from a cannon. Ahsoka smashed into the wall, causing starbursts of colour to explode in front of her eyes. Her lightsabre clattered to the floor as she gripped her skull in agony, certain it had been cracked open by the brutal impact.
Invisible hands seized her and lifted her into the air. Ahsoka tried to struggle as her foe deactivated his lightsabre and moved closer, but she couldn’t move even an inch. She tried to say something defiant, but her throat was held shut.
The figure studied her for a moment and then sliced open her throat with one of his clawed fingers. Blood gushed from her severed arteries and she twitched feebly for a moment before her head slumped forwards and she was still.
He let Ahsoka’s body drop, picked up her lightsabre and silently walked away.
The Senate guards were given no indication of the attack. In a moment, they were jerked from their position at their posts inside the holding office of the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, to slumped against the floor, with only the bumps on their heads to indicate the collision they had suffered with the door frame.
Chancellor Palpatine barely looked up from the holopresence of Anakin Skywalker to acknowledge the two Jedi Masters who had entered his office, then concluded his instructions. “The danger is real, be mindful.”
“I will, my Master, Thank you.” The holopresence faded, and Palpatine turned fully towards the newcomers. Jedi Master’s Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi still stood near the door.
Yoda spoke first. “Pity your new disciple I do, so lately an apprentice, so soon without a Master.”
“Why Master Yoda, General Kenobi, what a delightful surprise! Welcome!” The voice of Palpatine hummed with anticipation. “Let me be the first to wish you Happy Empire Day!”
“Find it happy, you will not, I think. At and end your rule is, and not short enough it was." Yoda tilted his head, his eyes unblinking. Kenobi removed his robe, letting it fall to the floor behind him, and unclipped his lightsaber.
“You are too late Master Yoda, your order has fallen, my empire dawns. Your weak Jedi traditions are no match for the Sith! I’m glad you’ve come, so I can demonstrate for you the true power of the dark side of the force. “ Sidious moved from behind his desk, but still made no move to reach for the lightsaber hanging at his belt. Obi-Wan ignited his blue blade, and fell into a defensive position. Yoda, however, seemed unmoved by Sidious’s words.
“Misplaced your faith is, in the dark side of the force.” He countered, leaning on his stick.
“Very well, I’ve been looking forward to this, my little green friend!” Sidious extended both hands, sending a storm of lightning at the Jedi Masters. Kenobi stepped forward, catching the electricity on his blade, but the force of the blow shoved him backwards to the floor and twisted the saber up and out of his grasp. The lightsaber hit the ceiling of the office and fell backwards into the corner, and Sidious redirected the lightning from the weapon back towards the now-defenseless Kenobi.
Just before the wave of lightning reached Kenobi, Yoda gathered the force like a fist, and directed it at Sidious. Preoccupied with Kenobi, the blow struck sidious full-on, throwing him backwards over his desk into the wall. Almost before Sidious could get to his feet and draw his lightsaber, Yoda was on him. To an observer, Yoda was a green blur, leaping, dodging, weaving, propelling himself into the air time and time again to rain down blows from high and low, and everywhere. In front of Sidious, now beside him, now behind him, Yoda’s blade seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.
At the center of maelstrom, the most powerful Sith in the history of the order fought for his life. He turned away each blow from Yoda, but his rusty combat skills hindered his ability to predict the Jedi’s attacks. Still, his blade moved through the still-familiar patterns, Up, down, Right, spin, Left, where was he now? Behind him! Sidious spun, catching Yoda’s blade 2 inches from his left leg. He was in a corner, no time to think and he was being overwhelmed, he needed room to bring the force back into play! Then he found the distraction he needed, Kenobi rejoined the fight.
Obi-Wan had gathered his lightsaber, and now tried to flank Sidious as Yoda continued the assault from the right. He had trouble engaging, as Yoda’s form demanded a lot of space to operate in. Sidious was able to parry one of Yoda’s slashes hard enough to force Yoda to leap back. Just 2 feet, but it was enough. Palpatine stepped towards, then vaulted over Kenobi, blocking a slash in the air, and landed in the middle of the office with the two Jedi masters in a line still facing him.
Kenobi attacked without hesitation, hoping to catch Sidious off-guard as he landed, but his blows were knocked contemptuously aside as the Dark Lord went on the offensive.
Now Kenobi found himself forced back, his blue blade flashing to catch the lightning quick strikes Sidious delivered with unbelievable precision. It was all Obi-Wan could do to turn the blows, they came too quickly for him to think of breaching Sidious’s defenses. Yoda was behind him, trying to close with Sidious again, but every time Yoda tried to come around Kenobi, Palpatine would shift, forcing Obi-Wan to move and block Yoda.
Within moments, Kenobi found himself backed against the office wall, trapped by the desk on his left, and the Chancellor’s senate podium on his left. He fought for his life, turning aside killing stroke after killing stroke. Then, without warning, the chancellor’s desk lifted from the floor and flew at Sidious. The Dark Lord Leaped back, out of the way of the table onto the Senate podium. Kenobi, trying to regain his breath, didn’t follow.
Yoda followed his attack with the table by leaping over Kenobi, and taking the fight to Sidious. This time, Sidious was ready for him, blocking his initial blow, and then as Yoda leaped to the far side of the podium, bring his saber around in an arc to strike at where Yoda would land. Only a desperate downward slash with his lightsaber while still in midair kept Yoda from being skewered, and he fell awkwardly onto the podium controls. The podium jolted, beginning to rise, and only the unexpected motion saved Yoda. Sidious’s follow-up blow slashed air as he was force to take a step back to regain his footing.
Once again, only the whisper of the force saved Sidious, as Kenobi, still on the office floor, slashed with his blade, attempting to take off the Dark Lord’s legs at the knees. Sidious leaped into the air, tucking his legs under him, and avoided the attack, only to see Yoda flying at him again. As the Podium rose into the Senate, Palpatine found himself again fending off a slew of attacks from the diminutive Jedi Master’s lightsaber.
Before the Podium was too far above him, Kenobi used the force to leap and catch the edge of the rapidly rising podium. He hung on, clipped his saber to his belt and began to pull himself up. As he pulled himself onto the top, he saw Yoda keeping Sidious on the defensive with constant attacks, but unable to breach his defenses. Instead of drawing his lightsaber again, Kenobi reached into the force directed a blow in the direction of Sidious.
Sidious leapt backwards, desperately disengaging from Yoda in time to raise a hand to block the telekinetic attack. Yoda followed, leaping high into the air, raising his saber high to bring it down in an overpowering stroke. Sidious moved to counter the blow, but as Yoda reached the apex of his jump, Kenobi used the force to yank at Sidious’s ankle, trying to throw him off-balance on the already shaking pod. Palpatine used his free hand to sweep the attack aside, but the split-second distraction kept him from noticing that Yoda had altered the angle of his strike.
Yoda’s blade cut downward through the handle of the Dark Lord’s saber, which winked out of existence. Without allowing Yoda time to bring his blade back up, Sidious released the saber and opened his hand, catching Yoda with a glancing blast of Sith lightning. Yoda flew backwards, hitting the railing of the podium. Sidious leapt to follow, but ended up falling sideways as Kenobi blindsided him with another force-shove.
Obi-Wan reignited his saber, and leapt toward Sidious. Sidious touched down on the edge of the podium, and then let his momentum carry him into another force-augmented leap to a nearby senate pod. Kenobi followed with a leap of his own, slashing at the Sith Lord with his saber before Palpatine could recover. Sidious somersaulted backwards, narrowly avoiding the blade. He raised a hand, hitting Kenobi with a telekinetic punch that lifted him up and threw him against the pod railing.
By this time, Yoda had regained his feet and leapt across the chasm towards them. Just as his feet hit the pod, Sidious unleashed his power. Lightning lanced towards Yoda, wrenching his saber from his hands. Yoda caught the lightning, barely. The force crackled as the energy between the two multiplied.
Yoda had once known the dark side. He knew its easy path to power. He had experienced that power himself, and now he used that experience to turn the dark side that he hated into a weapon to destroy itself. He turned the lightning back towards Sidious.
Now it was Sidious who struggled to control the energy, but he kept pouring more of the dark side into his lightning. Then the force warned him again, and he dropped his arms and leapt back as Kenobi’s blade flashed through the space he had just occupied. With a snarl, Sidious raised his arms again and let the lightning encompass them all.
Energy surrounded the pod, sizzling, crackling, spitting, expanding in a sphere around them. Sidious poured all his power into the force. All of his anger, his rage, his contempt for the Jedi and their misuse of the force, he directed it all at the Jedi in front him, and forced them back.
One step.
Kenobi, with his blade held against the blast, and Yoda, directing the energy right back at Sidious, recovered from the initial ferocity of the lightning.
Yoda took a step forward. Then another. Sidious realized the truth. With his energy split between them, he couldn’t muster the strength to destroy either one.
As he realized this, Kenobi took a feeble step towards him, using the force to strengthen his blade against the attack. Now the energy that Yoda was sending back at him began to take its toll, weakening him.
In desperation, Sidious dropped the attack, and used the force to leap straight back towards another pod 10 feet below. As he left his feet, he collided with an invisible wall at the edge of the pod. With a snarl, he spun back towards Yoda, arm and hand extended to block the TK attack.
As he brought his head around, he caught a glimpse of blue light, and then his extended arm was neatly removed at the elbow by Kenobi’s blade. In shock, and almost by reflex Sidious leapt back again, trying to run, trying to get away. Yoda extended his hands again, pulling at the ankle of the Sith Lord, and turning his leap into an awkward crash on the floor of the pod. Without hesitation, Kenobi brought his blade straight down, impaling the Sith Lord through the chest as he lay face down.
For a long moment, neither Jedi moved a muscle. Then Yoda straightened.
“Go to Mustafar, we will. Destroy the apprentice, we must.”
Originally posted by mattatom
Now thats the real Tano! Getting her ass kicked.
Yeah, I really don't like Tano.
Callista vs. General Grievous
Callista had accompanied Djinn Altis on a humanitarian relief mission to the planet Thustra. Unfortunately the Separatist army had launched a surprise attack on the Republic forces still stationed there and they had gotten caught in the middle of it. On the outskirts of a small village a fierce battle now raged.
As she deflected blaster fire back at a squad of battle droids she saw General Grievous duelling with a Rodian Jedi. She finished off the last of the droids and hurried to help. It was clear that the Jedi was hopelessly outmatched and the cyborg was merely toying with him. With a sudden twist of one blade he disarmed his foe and bashed him in the face with his other weapon knocking the Rodian off his feet. He was raising his lightsabres to administer the final blow when…
“Leave him alone!”
Grievous looked up from the Jedi he had just been about to dispatch. Before him stood a woman with grey eyes and long malt-brown hair dressed in a flight suit. She held a lightsabre with a topaz yellow blade. It was clear to his well-trained eye that she knew how to handle it.
“Ah good, two Jedi for the price of one” said Grievous. He raised both his blades, one blue one green, to a ready stance. “I’ve never seen a lightsabre that colour before. I’ll be pleased to add it to my trophies.”
Callista said nothing, merely stood her ground and waited. She sensed the electronic impulses flowing through his cybernetic circuitry, felt the power of his hydraulic limbs. It was the same sensation she had felt while observing sharks. He was a predator, eager for the kill and perfectly designed for it.
Grievous sprang forwards in a blur of motion, his two blades striking with terrifying speed and power. Callista parried each blow, their weapons colliding in bursts of brilliant light, but was forced back by the relentless assault. She remained fully defensive, not wiling to risk an attack and leaving an opening her enemy could exploit.
Even as she gave ground Callista remained calm. She couldn’t win purely through her prowess with a lightsabre; that was certain. But there were other ways to fight, other weapons to utilise if one knew where to look. Through the Force she sensed a mass of trees close to her. A distant part of her mind recalled what she had learned about this world’s flora and fauna. Inwardly she smiled.
She blocked two overhead slashes, her topaz blade hissing against her foe’s blue and green weapons, and then threw herself into a back-flip. The movement carried her to the beginning of the tree-line. She felt through the Force for one particular species. Yes, there it was
Grievous threw a series of a series of high attacks that she deflected, and then, as he dropped low and slashed at her ankles, she leaped high and touched down on a branch. Undaunted, the cyborg also leaped up, dug his talons into the bark and began to climb up towards her.
Callista glanced at a mushroom-like fungus as big as she was. One slice from her lightsabre cut through its stalk and it fell. She subtly used the Force to direct its fall towards Grievous. He slashed at it with his two blades, releasing a cloud of orange spores that engulfed him.
“Arrgh” he growled as he swiped at the cloud. “Your tricks won’t save you…”
His voice trailed off as patches of rust rapidly spread over his armour. He looked down at himself in alarm and tried to continue his advance, but his metal joints were already seizing up.
“This species of fungus produces spores that are highly corrosive to metal” she explained. “Didn’t you know that?”
Unable to support his weight, Grievous’s rusted legs snapped and he plummeted towards the ground. His head slammed into a large rock and the weakened metal skull collapsed in on itself.
Callista dropped to the ground and glanced at the dead general. “Evidently not” she said as she hurried to help the injured Jedi.
Was originally supposed to be the beginning of a story about what Revan did in the Unknown Regions. Never wrote more than this. Here goes, though.
Prelude
The man who once was known as Revan, and now as Jacen Carver, stepped through the double durasteel doors, both lightsabers in his belt. Clad in his customary black, loose-fitting leather, he eyed his former apprentice who was staring out through one of the large windows in the room.
"Ah, Revan. I was sure that the droids of the Star Forge would prove better than you," Malak said, turning to face Jacen. "But I was wrong, and soon you'll wish that you were killed by them instead of defeated by me."
"You and what army, Malak?" Jacen scoffed. "Bastila's power was fueled by the Star Forge, and yet I proved the better. I was the stronger of us two before, and I still am."
Malak laughed, his metallic voice bouncing between the walls. "You were strong before the Jedi Council turned you into their puppet. You are only a shell of your former self. I would rather die than be weakened by the Light!"
"Well then, that can be arranged."
Malak's red blade burst out of the hilt, and in one quick motion he leapt down from the platform where he had stood, bringing his lightsaber down at Jacen's head.
Jacen responded by activating his own lightsabers, lifting both of the blue blades above his head to parry his foe's attack. Following his parry up with a swift quick kick to Malak's chest, he sent the unnaturally pale giant sprawling across the floor.
"Get up." With those words, he lifted Malak off the ground using the Force, slamming him down into the floor twice before throwing him into a wall.
Malak, however, rose as if nothing had happened. Activating his saber again, he laughed again.
"I underestimated you, Revan," he said. "But you are still a pathetic weakling compared to the might of a true Sith Lord!"
"Still waiting for proof," the cocky Jacen said, taking a few steps in Malak's direction. "Feel free to back out if you want, though."
Malak, using the Force to push his body to it's limits, was over his former master in the matter of a few seconds, but his lightsaber was deflected by one of Jacen's and soon the other whirring saber was less than an inch from biting into Malak's leg, but it was prevented by a strong blast of the Force that sent Jacen into the wall. He was up on his feet before Malak could attack and came in with a flurry of deadly strikes, keeping Malak at the defense at all times. Thrusting out with one lightsaber against his former apprentice's leg and the other coming at him in a deadly arc towards his pale head, he would've finished it if it weren't for the lightning that sprang from Malak's fingertips.
Jacen clenched the twin sabers in his hands as the jolt blasted him into the wall, and barely managed to cross his own sabers and push Malak's incoming blade to the ground. Raising his leg to deliver a kick powered by the Force, he sent the Sith Lord sprawling across the floor for the second time that battle.
Malak got up on his feet and instead of charging at Jacen, he jumped onto the platform where he had stood before the battle had begun.
"Perhaps you recognize them?" he said, motioning for the large glass-containers that kept the fallen Jedi alive. "Pathetic weaklings from the Academy on Dantooine, who fell by the bombardment." Jacen felt how the weakened Sith Lord used the Force to drain the energy from the closest Jedi, and the body slumped to the ground.
"Stealing energy from others? Can't take me without help?" Jacen taunted. "Poor little boy."
The former Dark Lord had just finished his sentence when Malak came at him furiously. Now it was Malak who forced Jacen to defend himself and not the other way around. Jacen certainly didn't like it.
Jacen backflipped out of reach and rolled forward again, lunging with both lightsabers held in a 'V' as he got up, he effectively regained the advantage for only a moment. That moment, however, proved to be enough to give Malak a burning slash across his forearm. The wound wasn't deep enough to do any severe damage, but it forced Malak back to drain the energy of a second Jedi.
Jacen, however, was soon on him again, coming at Malak's left shoulder in a wide arc with one lightsaber, while letting the second remain in a position where he easily could parry any of the Sith Lord's attacks. Malak parried by angling it so that the tip pointed downwards and raising it to his shoulder.
Stepping to the right, positioning himself by Malak's left shoulder, he slipped the lightsaber in between the unnaturally pale man's own saber and his body. They both knew that Jacen had won.
Letting deadly lightning fly from the fingertips of the hand he didn't use, Jacen soon had Malak laying on the metal floor.
"Im... impossible. I... I cannot be beaten. I am the Dark Lord of the Sith," Malak spat.
"This is the way of the Dark Side, Malak - all things end in death," Jacen replied, turning his lightsabers off and fastening them to his belt.
"Still... still spouting the wisdom of the Jedi, I see. Maybe there is more truth in their code than I ever believed. I... I cannot help but wonder, Revan. What would have happened had our positions been reversed? What if fate hade decreed I would be captured by the Jedi? Could I have returned to the Light, as you did? If you had not led me down the Dark Path in the first place, what destiny would I have found?" the Sith Lord asked.
"I am sorry I started you on this path. But you chose to continue down it."
"I suppose... I suppose you speak the truth. I alone must accept responsibility for my fate. I wanted to be Master of the Sith and ruler of the galaxy. But that destiny was not mine, Revan. It might have been yours, perhaps... but never mine. And in the end, as darkness takes me... I am nothing."
An’ya Kuro vs. Aurra Sing
An’ya Kuro peered down at the flower in front of her. She smiled as she saw how well it was growing. Indeed, her garden of rare and endangered plants was coming along very well.
Her smile abruptly vanished as the Force warned her of incoming danger. She ducked just in time as a blaster bolt flew over her head and exploded on the ground several feet away, sending clods of dirt up into the air. Reacting quickly, she reached into the Force and used it to bend light around her. She shimmered and vanished.
From her perch on a tree branch, Aurra Sing scowled. “Damn it! I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.”
She felt a sudden surge of power and turned to see a rock hurtling towards her. She moved out of the way, realising a fraction too late that it wasn’t aimed at her. The rock smashed into the barrel of her rifle with sufficient force to bend it. She threw the ruined weapon aside and leaped into the air, somersaulting and landing on her feet with her red lightsabre at the ready.
“Come out teacher” she called. “You know you can’t hide from me.”
She turned to see the air shimmer as An’ya reappeared. She held her lightsabre but did not ignite it. Her expression was calm but wary. “Hello Aurra.”
The bounty hunter smiled coldly. “Now I think about it, this is much better. Looking into your face as you die will be a lot more satisfying than a sniper shot.”
“I don’t want to hurt you Aurra.”
She shrugged. “That’s okay. You can just stand there while I kill you.”
She stepped forwards and swung her weapon. The attack was fast but An’ya’s violet blade was there to block it. Sing stepped back, spun and slashed from the opposite side. That too was blocked.
Reluctant to attack her former pupil An’ya stayed on the defensive, deflecting jabs, thrusts and slashes that would have slain a lesser fighter. “It doesn’t have to be like this” she said through gritted teeth.
“It’s the only way it can be.”
“As you wish.” She retaliated with a rapid volley of high and low strikes. Surprised by her sudden aggression Sing was forced to give ground, although she parried each blow.
Red and violet blades clashed together in bursts of bright light as they fought around the garden. Sing’s skills had improved since their days of sparring together, but so had those of her former teacher.
Sing parried a chop, locking their blades together. She slammed her knee hard into An’ya’s stomach. The white-haired Jedi staggered backwards and Sing pressed the attack with a downwards slash. Recovering with remarkable speed, An’ya brought her lightsabre up in time to block and then landed an elbow to Sing’s jaw, followed by a kick to her torso.
Sing fell back, but turned her fall into a roll that carried her back out of striking range. She sprang up, ready to renew her assault…
But to her surprise, An’ya was not approaching. Instead, she stood with her lightsabre held in front of her, eyes closed in concentration.
Abruptly, a mass of vines came to life and wrapped around Sing. Snarling angrily she fought to break loose, but the vines hold was too strong.
“Why Aurra?” said An’ya firmly. “I know we were never close, but why did you turn on the Jedi? What made you hate us so much?”
“Maybe it was the fact that you sold me into slavery” she spat.
“What? Aurra, that’s not true…”
“LIAR!”
A shockwave of Dark Side energy blasted outwards from her, shredding the vines that held her and forcing her former teacher several steps back. And then Sing was charging forwards, her face twisted into a look of murderous fury.
Well-honed reflexes took over and An’ya brought up her lightsabre to bat away Sing’s weapon. The violet blade arced around and sliced deep into her rib cage, searing through flesh and bone.
Sing fell to her knees, shock etched onto her face. She looked up into her opponent’s face to see a look of sorrow and deep remorse. “I’m sorry Aurra.”
In the Force An’ya felt her student’s passing. Just before she expired she sensed a sudden rush of feelings. Greatest amongst them were remorse and forgiveness.
An’ya Kuro stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. She had buried Aurra Sing att he foot of a tree with pink blossoms covering the branches. Colourful flowers had been placed gently in front of it.
“Goodbye Aurra” she whispered softly. “I’m glad you found peace.”