Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader imagines. Featuring different original female characters and their stories in various settings of the galaxy with the Chosen One, to the Dark Lord of the Sith. From the light to the dark side each fate will be a wild rid...
A/N: A oneshot with a possible expansion in the future that can be read as a standalone on here. The story was adopted into the Imagines for original female characters.
Another callback to the Clone Wars era.
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The last rays of artificial sunlight bled the skies from hues of plum and hints of bruised violets akin to the scars left from battle. The deepest shades of crimson painted the undulating landscape, mimicking the bloodshed that had been spilt not days before. Glaring stalagmites of Coruscant rose into the skies, akin to crooked fingers seemingly beckoning the galaxy.
It reminded her of the hands reaching out for help. Always reaching.
Cries of the dead.
The shrill thrum of speeders that flew in a continuous loop of traffic now echoed of the screams from her nightmares. If she closed her eyes she could see the explosions, the heat grazing her face before the burns settled, forever branding her with a rippled scar that razed a corner of her eye, and across the plain of a high cheekbone. Her badge of honor from the battlefields bacta hadn't the ability to knit back together this time.
The planets orbital mirrors receded, unveiling the billions of stars across the galaxy. Yet, she was no longer filled with wonder. She dreaded to see even a star fall because all she saw was another life being extinguished in war. Not just for the Jedi but the clone troopers she viewed as more than just war machines bred from Kamino. Then there was the innocence of civilians caught in the line of fire, from men to women and children...
So many bodies had been piled up, burned on pyres as a sendoff, or buried beneath rubble and ruin never to resurface. Med tents blown to smithereens. Others forever lost in the petrification of the time and continuum of space. Whole fleets vaporized by the Separatist Providence-class cruisers.
Maim. Kill. Destroy. Survive.
The Jedi were no longer peacekeepers. They had become hardened soldiers of war.
There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the force.
She no longer believed in such a code that had become null and void in the aftermath of battle. Lately, it was the dark that whispered to her, unmasking the hypocrisy of the Jedi and how far they'd fallen. If Qui-Gon could see The Council now. They were no longer monastic servants to the Force but instruments of war. Even Grandmaster Yoda was not immune. After losing thousands at the Battle of Geonosis, she'd seen the darkness slowly encroach upon the Jedi High Council. Her former Master Yaddel's life had too fallen, severed by the hand of Count Dooku himself, which set a sequence of events into further motion.
