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This Is How It Feels To be Anakin Skywalker. You have spent Weeks with no sleep and when you see mace windu his purple lightsaber edging towards the cowering form that is palpatine- you panic.
you beg him you scream at him till your voice is raw- no stop please don’t kill him he must stand trial!
He screams at you telling you- no this- monster is too dangerous to be left alive!
you try to speak to stop him but your voice is raw words cannot come out. You hear Palpatine’s scared pleas begging you to save him.
no- he’s a Sith Lord- the Sith Lord but- he’s a helpless scared old man who every day the war continued looked to be decaying.
mace reacts violently raising his purple blade he is planning murder.
Palpatine’s voice comes out in panicked words in a frenzy-“see I was right- they’re taking over!”
you angle your blue blade at his blade- you miss instead your sapphire blade cuts through hand flesh torn off.
as if that wasn’t bad enough- blue lightning comes bursting out of palpatine his voice screaming- UNLIMITED POWER!
The lightning quickly turns from blue to a dark purple and mace is thrown out the office deep into the depths below.
you sink to your knees- what have You Done?
Palpatine is not useless- no he just used dark side force lightning- it was all a plot a trick a game a dastardly villainous scheme and you- you absolute idiot you fell for it hook line and frikken sicker.
you hear pal- no the shadow you hear the shadows voice speaking to you. You nod you do not speak you cannot dare to form even words anymore.
you are knighted for a second time but this time is not Nobel like the last- Anakin Skywalker is gone for you are now Darth Vader.
that’s what you tell yourself at least.
You head to the temple with your squadron the 501st. You are glad Rex and Jesse are with Ashoka- so they can’t see what you’ve become.
the temple gate keeper Jurokk greets you worried panicked- perhaps his death would be quick- you owed him that much.
you put a hand on his shoulder- put him at ease no need to worry him. You force a calm smile on your face.
”do not worry i- sense it too we can get through this” you use the force to fix your voice- you push your hatred of what your doing- you push it inward this needed to be done perfectly.
he jerks his head- Kriff he can hear the blaster fire. You make him face you. Hey hey- where is Shakk ti?
he tells you nervously and confused that she’s guarding the younglings- Kriff.
Hes still talking rather unfortunately. You unclip your lightsaber from your belt. His eyes widen in horror- before he can do anything your saphire blade is ignited Angeled just perfectly so that the the tip of the blade would meet his forehead.
he doesn’t scream- no he dies too quickly to scream. His fear his horror- it fuels you- only makes you stronger.
the more death that happens the stronger you get- and the weaker the Jedi get the dark side gleefully informs you.
you walk reaching deep into the force- you find shakk tii without much effort. In a blur of blue her blade is inches away from your face.
she quickly says an apology her blade angled at every entrance there is- good the multiple entrances only fueled her paranoia.
you quickly ignite your blade then slash it against her back. The younglings don’t have enough time to warn her- you’re too quick for that. She screams you kick her to the door forcing her to watch- the dark side is particularly gleeful about that move.
You hear the children’s screams- and her protest to stop begging you- why are you doing this Skywalker!
you pause your blue blade halfway through a younglings head- doesn’t matter he still dies.
her plees continue- “they’re only children kill me if you must but spare them please!
You reply your voice clipped and piled darker- deeper then what is natural.
”they’re too indoctrinated- what I’m doing is mercy then being a Jedi”
You continue slashing their necks- chests and overall fatal strikes. You don’t want to cause pain- no your sparing them a life of being a Jedi- really your the hero your giving them mercy.
You walk towards shakk tii- she’s on the edge of death her breathing slower- nearly Gone. You reach deep into the force and raise her up. The clones run in and blast her. You don’t even need to give the order- they always did never need to hear your orders- they could practically read your mind.
It’s like being with Rex again. Despite the trill of this guilt knaws its way up and through your soul the more beings you kill. The thrill of the dark side wears off and eventually your left with the all-consuming darkness.
you gain more dark and Twisted powers with each and every step you dare to take.
you continue your slaughter. You Find the master of battle strategy Cin Drallig within the order. He teaches every Padawan how to use their lightsaber.
your blue blade Clashes against his green. The Jedi never liked your form of combining Ataru and Djem So- they were all wrong.
A Padawan attempts to help him- your hand goes to their neck choking them. This is a bore- can anyone dare to at least be mildly competent.
Eventually the Padawan goes limp- they’re dead. A sadistic smile graces itself upon your lips.
This game has gotten boring and you aren’t entertained anymore.
In 3 simple strikes you take down this fool.
first one at the left another at the right both fast and hard.
you raise your blue blade down too fast and hard for him to properly defend him the strike knocking him into a wall.
you thrust his green emerald blade into his lungs. Your grinning sadisticly killed by his own blade- poetic. The blade screams in pain at what you force it to do.
he dies gasping for air that will never come to him- you made sure of that
Your New master informs you to Go To Mustafar. The Dark Side Whispers to You- your just a slave- you were never Free you just switched Your Master.
you shrug it off and go into your ship- the whispers continue. He’s lying to you- he can’t save padme no one can-
a dark growl rises from your throat. Visions enter your head- images of a masked warrior clad in black- only his breathing heard- padme dead- you burning-
Your eyes close sleep overtaking you- no! You fight against it your eyes widening as you see the familiar view of hyperspace- your finger was on the hyperspace button- Kriff.