Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope(My Version)

Hundred-and-Seventeen

Korriban

Night was settling, and as the sun slowly set behind the horizon, the darkness of the valley began to emerge like haunting specters from the ruins below. Their ancient spires and stonework had crumbled and decayed for thousands of years, and yet they still boasted their history with a sense of dreadful pride. Through these signatures of a once great empire stood a single, monolithic pyramid. It's stature was nothing short of foreboding, casting a deep oppressive shadow in the dying light that provided an atmosphere of oppression and terror.

Yet, this was not the feeling in the column of a dozen black robed men striding through the remains of their birthright. Fearlessly, they entered the great courtyard; their heavy strides echoing off the aged stone. Their leader stopped for a moment to take in… everything. There was a feeling deep within him that he did not quite understand. He searched within his mind, and yet could not describe this feeling.

Was it fear? Was it amazement?

"No," he mused softly. No, it was stronger than fear; deeper than just simple amazement. It was… destiny. His destiny. Through the unlikely and treacherous paths that he had taken over the many long years… he was here.

And he would fulfill it, one way… or another.

"My Lord?" one of his followers beckoned with a raised hand. He simply nodded, staring up at the capstone of the temple.

"Let us continue."

A dozen paces ahead lay the great door, cast of stone and steel. From the looks of it, it weighed several tonnes. Any archaeological team observing the site would've required great machines to move it even inches. A great, if not impossible task for ordinary men. He smiled.

"But we are not ordinary men, are we?" he whispered to himself. He then spread his arms wide in either direction, and like an orchestra following to the command of a seasoned director, the others quickly flanked him. They gestured their hands to the great mass ahead, bowing their heads and closing their eyes. Then they started to chant.

"Peace is a lie. There is only passion."

Their hands shook with the effort, their bodies beginning to quake like posts in a gale. "Through passion, I gain strength."

The sound of rumbling echoed through the valley as the ground itself thundered with intense power. "Through strength, I gain power."

The stone began to wobble from its perch. But it's stubbornness was telling. It was as if the Ancients themselves were testing them. Trying their strength and commitment to see if they were worthy of their secrets. The secrets of absolute power. "Through power, I gain victory."

The robed figures, however, were up to the challenge. With their combined might, the door began to scrape across the stone foundations with incredible, yet futile protest. "Through victory, my chains are broken."

Their leader suddenly strode out ahead of them, taking the stone gate in both hands. With a roar, he pulled at the mass and wrenched it clear of its supports! With an explosion of stone and metal that produced a great fog of dust and sand… the mass hovered high above them, steadied by his trembling hands.

"The Force…" he rasped as he held the mass above him with all the effort he could muster, sweat pouring down his temple in droves, "shall… free… me!"