The galaxy is now in shambles, the Republic a mere whisper and rumor among the ones who still believe in it. It was unclear to the people, even the Jedi, that such a desolate fate would be cast upon them. All that existed before--both Jedi and freedom, were hushed phrases that hid in corners and alleyways. What surprised the galaxy more, however, was the person who had signed this letter to send the worlds into complete chaos.

The Chosen One.

         The savior of all the living beings, protector of the ones that were unable to help themselves. To many, he was a hero, a god, a pinnacle of perfection. What they, everyone, had forgotten was that he was human, with feelings and desires. Even the most good willed ones can take a turn for the worst, stumble off of the path they were once running on. 

Anakin held the limp body in his hands, not an ounce of remorse in his blood thirsty eyes.

         Another Jedi, another warrior, had met their end. Though she was much more experienced than the ones he had killed before, his rage had far overcome her simple training. Dropping the corpse, he eyed her lightsaber blankly, a long scratch scraped across the weapon. Tossing it aside, he kicked the limp woman as far away from him as possible. A small 'tch' left his lips as he stepped over her, a sizzling sound from the hole he had stabbed in her; neck still bruised from where he had Force choked her. The words never left him alone, though.

"You were the Savior...you were the CHOSEN ONE."

           That was several years ago, when he had still been held inside the empty shell of the Jedi he used to be. Now he was anew, skin scarred and limps torn, but still reborn. His breathing hitched as he looked through the familiar lenses apart of his coal colored mask, shaking his head slightly. Many a times he spent his time meditating, a bad habit from a past that he wanted to forget. However, it helped him relax, and with such anger and rage pent up inside of him all the time; calming down the massacring Sith Lord was a blessing to his crew. Breathing out again, he sensed another presence behind him. There was a small cough, likely out of  fear, before the chiseled commander began to speak. The Sith Lord frowned, not bothering to turn.

"What is it, Commander."

         A few blond, wry strands of hair swept into his face as sweat began to drip down his forehead. He clenched his jaw, words piling out in stuttering and fractured nonsense. "Well, sir...I, uh..." By now, he was terrified, feeling his heart began to beat more rapidly. Darth Vader made a low growl, clenching his fists and he narrowed his eyes.

"Surely you didn't come here without a reason. Do you wish to end up with your other 'fellow soldier'?"

       The man shivered, remembering the dead, grey eyes of a soldier he once knew, neck bruised and battered as Darth Vader merely spoke in calm intervals. He shook his head, standing a bit straighter. At least he wasn't delivering bad news. "No sir. I apologize sir." He waited for almost some sign of validation for his answer, only to be met with the increasing tension and impatience hidden behind an ebony mask. "Drones have picked up on more rebel activity. It's a small crew, but they have been elusive since the day we have first encountered them--." Vader held out a hand, and the commander flinched. 

"You're telling me that you cannot handle a small group of rebels?"

     He shook his head furiously. "No, sir! But...there is outside help with their forces. And we have found her." Darth Vader squeezed his fist, watching the young man's eyes bulge in fear. Already blood was rushing to his head, his lips turning the faintest hint of blue. "We have...pinpointed their last position, along with the g-girl..." As if possessed, Vader's hands relaxed, body tensing. The commander fell over to his side, holding his neck and rubbing the skin with eyes comparable to a wounded stray animal. Standing over him, Darth Vader's voice had gone to a whisper.

"You found the girl?"

       The man nodded again, his vision blurry. Darth Vader looked around the room, his heart hitching. No. This shouldn't be happening. For the brief seconds of realization, a man had regained a sliver of sanity, something too dangerous to be handled with alone. Shaking his head, he whipped his cape around with him as he began to shout at the fallen man.

"GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!"

       The figure barely made it out as the objects within the room began to move around violently, lights flickering and even bursting at random. The walls began to creak, and the wires above him curled. Could it be true that she had returned?

The sounds of yells and screams were heard throughout the ship, but no one bothered to stop their actions.