Battle of the Heroes

As Obi-Wan fought, every cell in his body cried out in rebellion. This was wrong, so wrong.

He wasn’t trying to hurt Anakin. He couldn’t. His body was convinced that this was just another day of sparring. Another day spent training, learning the way the other fought.

He knew Anakin’s every move, and Anakin knew his, the only thing stopping them from decimating each other was one last shred of love.

Obi-Wan couldn’t bring himself to hurt him. This boy who he’d trained, who he’d raised, who he’d loved like a brother and a son.

He thought of Ahsoka, who loved him the same way. What would she say when she found out? How would she feel if he hurt Anakin?

What had happened to them? How had they gotten here?

He had the urge to cry like a baby, but he shoved that feeling down and focussed on the force. How it coursed through his veins like blood, and how he no longer felt that reflected back by the man across him.

Within seconds…it was over.

And then he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Tears streamed down his face, masked by the sweat he’d collected during the fight.

“You we the chosen one! It was said that you would destroy the Sith not join them!”, he sobbed. “Bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness…”

He walked away, picking up Anakin’s lightsaber as a reminder of all that could have been…

“You were my brother Anakin,” he said, chocking on the last word, “I loved you…”

He turned his back on his old friend, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again…

It had happened…he’d lost everyone…how was he supposed to go on from here?

Perhaps Anakin’s child would be the one…the one to bring peace to them all…

Obi-wan could barely take another step, yet he hauled himself all the way back to the ship. He didn’t have time to mourn just yet…

His mind was numb with pain, and as he walked he whispered desperately to himself, “A new hope will emerge…”

Why couldn't Anakin defeat Obi-Wan? Anakin was clearly a better Jedi, and he saved Obi-Wan from all kinds of trouble. - Quora

Photo Credits: Star Wars Revenge of the Sith

A Soul for a Soul

After Padmé died, he almost had nothing left to live for. He had failed, again, and he wanted revenge. He wanted to inflict upon the universe, all the years of pain it had inflicted on him. He wanted to squeeze the galaxy until it submitted to his will, because if he couldn’t control his own pain and his own life, why should anyone else be able to control theirs?

Finding the crash site with the Clones graves and Ahsoka’s frozen lightsaber had been the final straw. How could everything he loved be gone? But then the rage welled up inside him again and he realised, no. They were not gone. They had left him. Left him all alone, refused to stand beside him. First Ahsoka, then Obi-Wan, then the council, then Padmé…one by one they’d betrayed him. But not the Emperor. He had always believed him him, still Vader didn’t trust him. The conspiracy with the clones…he had been used by the Emperor too.

The Emperor did not have his loyalty, and he never would. Vader only needed him to finish his plans for the galaxy and to exact his revenge. Then he would rest. He promised himself that he would never endure pain again.

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Order 66-Part 2

~from Jedi Master Luminara Unduli

Smoke billowed around her. Flames licked the bodies of fallen soldiers and droids, dancing in front of her eyes as though they were waiting to engulf her too. She called on the force to haul herself onto a nearby catwalk, narrowly escaping that fate.

She looked upon the scene before her, the manifestation of all her worst fears. War. Blood. Death. Destruction. She’d become everything she’d sworn to condemn forever. And then a startling realisation came over her; the flames had already engulfed her…years ago when the war began.

Had Barris been right?, she wondered…She’d been heartbroken when her padawan had attacked the temple, an act unthinkable in itself, but then she framed her dearest friend for it. Her anger and resentment had metamorphosed into hate and consumed her, and then they’d spread through the ranks of the Jedi like wildfire. Enhancing an already present fear which had controlled them for decades…only now did she sense the irony of it all…

Barris had seen that, she’d called them out…but in such a brutal way…she wondered where her young padawan had learned that, and prayed that it wasn’t from her. She imagined it was the war taking its toll on all of them. The young were always the first too see it. Ahsoka had realised the Jedi were doomed too, and no longer what we were meant to be…Ahsoka made a choice, but these clones here today, they did not. She just knew it. Their minds were clouded, they didn’t hear her scream. They were not in control and didn’t deserve this fate…yet they’d unleashed so much death and pain. She’d felt it in a flash across the galaxy. As though hundreds of voices had cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced. Like an eternal, fighting light had finally been snuffed out. If that bunker hadn’t exploded she would have been snuffed out too…

She shuddered despite the heat of the flames and in that instant she knew the galaxy was doomed. The balance was finally destroyed, and they’d played a part in its destruction for decades. The light was gone. And she needed to go too. She was not safe here, or anywhere anymore…she thought perhaps she could try the emergency comm link, but she had little faith that it would work.

She staggered on…submitting her fate to the will of the force. She ignited her lightsaber, one last time, and lost herself in the flames.

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Photo Credits: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Order 66

~from Clone Commander Wolffe

It was like they flipped a switch inside our heads that we didn’t even know was there, and suddenly everything went blank. And only one single thought remained. Dangling in front of my eyes, ringing in my ears. Repeating itself over and over like a broken protocol droid—kill the Jedi.

As soon as I heard those fatal words, “Execute Order 66” My mind went into overdrive, no longer functioning. My arms and legs took over, like they weren’t in my control, but I let them anyway. And I didn’t feel like I needed to stop it. It felt so right, like this was how it was always meant to be—like in our nightmares…

The ones which haunted us in our Barracks late at night as cadets on Kamino. The nightmare of The Evil Jedi. It was so unimaginable that we never, ever thought it was even remotely real. We’d laughed about it as we got older, all our brothers had…but now that is was real, I couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. Before I even registered what was happening, it was over.

And after it was over, after I watched General Plo fall fall from the sky—The man who’d once told me he’d seen something special in me, who’d told me he trusted me with his life, who’d said he cared about me like I was more than some expendable machine—I didn’t know what to do.

I landed beside the wreckage, hoping it was just another nightmare. My mind was at war with itself, 2 sides fighting over control over my body–the man and the death machine. I stumbled over to the crashed ship, one second aghast by what I’d just witnessed and done, the next second feeling like I should walk away and move on to the next one. I raised my blaster as I approached. For the first time in my life, there was no one by my side as I did, and I couldn’t trust anyone…

When I saw his face I was paralysed, by grief, anger, confusion, fear. My arms raised the blaster, ready to finish him off, the Jedi who’d betrayed me, who’d…who’d…what!? Who’d NOTHING!! This was all wrong, so wrong, but so right!! My head was bursting, I wanted to ram it into a wall. I wanted to wring my own neck to shake myself out of this madness. What did this make me? I thought wildly. A seppie plotter? A murderer? But weren’t the Jedi the murderers!?

I bolted. I threw myself back into the ship and flew off. I wasn’t safe. I was definitely not safe. As I flipped the consoles to jump out of there I remembered a story. More of a rumour…whispers from the 501st. I’d always thought it was a myth, just like our nightmares…but I guess now it all made sense. They’d said one of the clones found a control chip inside our heads that we’d had from birth (which made it a plot by the Kaminoans). The chip was supposed to make us turn on the Jedi and kill them wherever we were, no matter what we were doing. Some of the men had even said they saw one of the clones lose control and kill one of the Jedi in front of their eyes. I hadn’t believed one word of it…until I’d just become it. Nobody had believed that clone…not even the Jedi, so he shot himself in the head. Ah how it all made sense now, but no sense at all….AAAAH! I almost screamed out loud. My mind was reeling again. Did that mean the Kaminoans were seppies? And would that make all the clones SEPPIES!? Oh what in the galaxy…I almost collapsed. I set course for Coruscant when I got an incoming signal…from Rex. I hesitated before I answered…this could be a trap, or any number of unsuspected things. But then an instinct I didn’t know if I should trust, opened the channel.

“Hey Brother”, he said solemnly as the hologram flickered to life. “Did you get the order? Did it happen to you too?” he paused. “Like in our nightmares?”. I was so taken aback I didn’t respond for at least 30 seconds. “You mean…it wasn’t just me?…You’re not about to arrest me? You’re not calling me to take me in?” I said warily…then…did I hear him, chuckle? It was a sad chuckle, like he took pity on me. “I’m holding a camp, refugee sort, off the radar. Where it’s safe for us. I promise you. You’re not alone Wolffe, and you never will be. We’re brothers…remember?…always.

“Sending coordinates…”

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Photo Credits: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Stop Wars

~from the clones

War. It breaks you. Crushes the mind. Torments the soul.

Adrenaline rush. Fire. Run. Scream.

Fire, burning all around. Silence.

We were forged by it. Forged for it.

War runs deep through our veins. Our training is in our blood. We were made to fight and then…

Don’t be fooled by colours and lights and flashing ships…they’re on fire. Laser swords cutting down their victims, they scream in agony, there’s blood.

The stars hold this truth. They hold our history and our fate. They hold our stories…so many stories. Of victory, yet of pain, suffering, death.

We spent years killing for a cause that didn’t exist. We watched millions of our brothers die, and each time, we died a little too. Every drop of blood spilled, spilled millions of times over from each and every one of us. We are woven together in ways no one could understand. But then one unexpected, unprecedented day, we were turned from flesh and blood to machines within a second, and as though we had no minds to think, we let go. Like robots they took control of us and we fired. Just fired. Until every last one of them lay dead upon the floor—backstabbed , murdered in cold blood.

In a pile of robes and blood we watched each Jedi’s life force drain away, one after the other, after the other. I watched them drain away.

Fade into nothingness, just like me.

We were used. Used for a sick purpose we never could have guessed. There was a rumour years ago about Arc Trooper ‘Fives’ from the 501’st, they said he knew what was going to happen, but the chap killed himself cuz no one believed him…not even general Skywalker.

We thought we were intelligent. Thought we were better than those seppie droids. Truth is we were just the same. We were nothing. We were just like them but with the pain and awful memories of war. They were at piece when it was done, shut down.

We’re alive, but not living. Left with nothing…

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Report:The Death Star

To Rebel Command: By the light of Lothal’s moons…

An abominable machine of mass destruction. Built by known Imperial Scientist and weapons developer Galen Erso.

Weapon is capable of effective hyperspace travel despite its size, relative to a small moon.

Weapons full power has fortunately not yet been displayed but can be expected to be devastating. As of now, Jeddah city and Imperial base of operations on Scarif have been destroyed, both attacks rumoured to be merely test subjects.

They call it “The Death Star”. It is not merely a weapon but a fully functional space station. Destroying it will be a fatal blow to the Empire. The station is equipped with barracks for thousands of troops, a mess hall, command centres, and numbers of hangers flooded with TIE’s ( Latest from Lothal factory and more that I’ve never seen ), and shuttles for evacuation. Larger hangers hold Light cruisers, troop transports and gunships.

Be warned: Weapons next target will be the Rebel Alliance military base. They are too nearsighted to have tracked us down but Governor Tarkin and Vader have gotten involved so we must be weary. Do not underestimate them, and stay prepared for anything.

The only way to destroy it is by taking a small fighter down the equatorial trench and firing ion torpedoes through a 2 metre opening that leads to the main reactor. Chances of success are low but not impossible. Only a skilled, experienced and creative pilot will successfully make the shot.

I repeat: Do not underestimate them.

We are outnumbered and outgunned, but have faith and don’t lose hope. There will come a brighter day.

Godspeed Rebels, and may the force be with us all.

Fulcrum out.

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Photo Credits: Infographic by Shaun Behrens on Paessler.com

Maul

It is a cold and dark time. There is no law. The Jedi are gone and peace is all but lost.

Crime syndicates around the galaxy thrive.

Among them, a monster oozing with hate, and burdened with vengeance dominates. For years he had only one goal, one vision, one singular target.

He was a Jedi. A man who’d caused him unbearable pain. A man whom he would never, ever forgive. And no he would not kill him, he would torture him, until every last cell in his body was burned and the life force was slowly, painfully sucked out of him. HE would make the Jedi feel exactly the pain that had been inflicted on him all those years ago.

Maul. He was vile, and cruel. Ripped from his mothers arms at birth and turned into a weapon of the dark side.

He would stop at nothing to fulfil his purpose. He crossed the stars, reigning terror across the galaxy, looting and plundering in his quest for justice.

His search was unstoppable. He was certain the the Jedi had not perished in the purge. He could feel it. That sickeningly peaceful presence was still lingering somewhere at the edge of the universe.

His hate travelled like a plague.

It could not be stopped.

He, could not be stopped.

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The Cold

The Darkness.The Power.The Cold.

It made him strong, made him, special.He was the master now.Master of Evil, of the Sith, and of the whole galaxy.And he was on a mission, in service of the Empire, his Empire.And yes, it was a service, to show people that if you don’t hope for too much, you will never be disappointed.He’d learned this the hard way, and was simply making the lesson easier for all those poor souls out there.In all his years, he had never felt more…purposeful.

He remembered Tattooine; that dreadful planet he only wanted to forget.That giant dust ball that took everything from him, the sands were merciless.And the Jedi too, they had deceived him into believing he could be something, be someone.But he was foolish to trust them, just as it was foolish to trust anyone…

In a flash…he saw, Ahsoka crying.His mother dying in his arms, Obi-Wan screaming in pain.Padmé…Padmé…A tear trickled down hi cheek-Then all of it was gone.

He’d had his revenge; and was enjoying the luxury of ignoring his heart.

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Photo Credits:Star Wars Rebels

Bounty

Han Solo.Finally.He had captured Han Solo.He breathed a sigh of relief before he jumped into the pilots seat and started mumbling to himself and frantically flipping switches and jabbing buttons…”shields…weapons…hyperdrive…fuel…navicomputer…”, he’d got clearance to leave.He ran through all the preflight checks again before he fired up the engines and was off.He was so full of nervous excitement, he forgot to make the jump into hyperspace…

Out of nowhere!!blaster fire was raining down on his ships starboard side!He swore loudly and turned the ship around to get a better look at his attacker.It was too soon for Solo’s rebel friends to have followed him…He saw an old cornelian ship; like the one owned by his captive, Han Solo, it was heavily modified.Combat guns, advanced shields…the whole deal.This ship belonged to a fellow bounty hunter who used to be his friend, Bossk…he scoffed, thinking about loyalty.…but now was no time to dwell on the past, he had a mission to compete.

He swerved, fired, turned, dodged, rose, fell, bla bla bla…this fight was going nowhere; but he was, and he needed to leave now.He diverted power to the rear shields and started calculating the jump to hyperspace; wishing he had a droid and ignoring the ominous creaking & vibrating of his ship.

“Aaa…ha!”, he yelled in triumph as he pulled the lever back and made the jump.Off he was again, cruising peacefully once more through those oddly calming blue spirals.He could worry about the damage to his ship once he reached Tatooine…for now, for once, he could relax.

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Photo Credits:Star Wars The Empire Strikes Back