Trash Can Full of Star Wars Ships and Other

Angst, Codywan

His lips on my skin, his hands in my hairs, his laugh in my ears, his light in the dark, his hand after the fall. I will never forget him.

- Executor order 66 -

- GENERAL KENOBI!!! -

- Medic! We Need A -

I winced and the smoke is still fresh in the air, it stings my throat and leaves a bitter taste on my tounge. I repainted my armour today, instead of the sunshine, the hope, the light, it was grey, a representation of the ash that paints my armour today.

Why?

Why him? Why did we have to start shooting? Why did the bolts light the base on fire? flames have to catch so fast? Why, why is he dead? Why couldn't it be me instead?!

I felt me knees give out and I didn't bother to try and hide the tears that streamed down my face, I sobbed into the night.

I screamed up to the stars, wishing, hoping, that someone would hear me. I screamed and screamed and screamed, I would scream until my throat was raw and broken, I would scream until my eyes go blind from tears, I would scream until the world collapses around me, I would scream until the galaxy stops me, I will scream until it brings down the heveans and I can pull him back from the ashes.

I saw it flash before me, one image after another as it came back- the ring of flames, the cold heartless look on my face, the burns on his skin, the pain in his eyes, he dropped his lightsaber, and I shot him down.

I pull my knife from my holster and carve the chip out myself.

I feel dissy from lack of blood, my hands shake too hard to hold the knife, I fall the last few feet to the ground, my last thought is that I never knew I had this many tears to shed, but my resolve has never been stronger.

As I fade into the blackness...

I swear, I will hunt him to the ends of the galaxy, I will make Sidious experince his pain a hundred fold, I will make Sidious pay for all he has done, I will be the merciless angel of death!

My eyes snap open.
I can tell without seeing that my eyes turn from amber-brown to red. The red is the colour of my rage, burning and bright it lights up the area around me.
I understand what he felt now, the life currents flowing through me and the plane they call the force, my brothers and their emotions, echos of the past present and future.
My hands shake and clench into fists, I scream and my rage fills me with power. I step up and blood drips off me.

He will pay. Mark my words, he will PAY.