Oneshot Story Ideas & Fun Stories

Fun Story #36: Star Wars: Return Of An Extinct People

A/N: A reminder that these oneshot stories are experiments and concepts. Therefore, they might not be the most accurate, but it'll give readers an idea or two.

The rain poured down on the dark and gloomy night, creating a somber atmosphere that matched the mood of the imperial stormtroopers. They had been sent to investigate a mysterious hole that had appeared in the lower level of a mausoleum on Naboo, a planet that had once been a peaceful and beautiful world, but now was under the iron grip of the Empire.

The stormtroopers moved cautiously, their helmets' headlights illuminating the ancient and dusty corridors. They had found the bodies of their comrades who had arrived before them, all of them brutally killed by an unknown assailant. Something or someone was lurking in the shadows, and they had a bad feeling about it.

"Stay alert, men," the squad leader said through the comlink. "We don't know what we're dealing with here. It could be a Jedi, a rebel, or something worse."

"Or something better," one of the stormtroopers muttered under his breath. He had heard rumors of a powerful Force-user who had been sighted on various planets, leaving a trail of destruction and death behind him. He hoped that it was him, and that he could capture him and bring him to Lord Vader and the Emperor. They would reward him handsomely for such a prize.

He glanced at the hole in the wall that had led them to this level. It was large enough for a person to fit through, and it looked like it had been made by a blast of energy. He wondered what could have caused it.

Suddenly, he felt a tug on his leg, and before he could react, he was dragged into the darkness with a silent scream. His comrades turned around, but they saw nothing but the empty hole.

"What the hell?" one of them exclaimed. "Where did he go?"

"Something's got him," another said. "Something with the Force."

They raised their blasters, ready to fire at anything that moved. But nothing did. The silence was deafening.

Then, they heard a scream. A scream of pain and terror. It came from behind them, and they spun around to see a horrifying sight. Two of their fellow stormtroopers were floating in the air, held by an invisible force. They struggled and flailed, but it was useless. They were slammed together with a sickening crunch, and then dropped to the floor, lifeless.

The remaining stormtroopers backed away, panic rising in their chests. They tried to contact their commander, but there was no response.

"Commander Appo, do you read us?" one of them shouted into the comlink. "Where is Lord Vader? We need backup!"

They scanned the area, looking for the source of the attack. They saw a figure standing in front of them, cloaked in black. They could not see the face, but they could sense a dark and menacing presence. A presence that filled them with dread.

They heard a familiar sound. A sound that made their blood run cold. The sound of a lightsaber igniting. A red blade emerged from the hilt, casting a sinister glow on the figure. The figure was a woman. A woman who was not a Jedi. A woman who was something far worse.

"Fire!" the squad leader ordered, and they opened fire at the woman. But their shots were useless. The woman moved with incredible speed and grace, deflecting every bolt with her lightsaber. She sent some of them back at the stormtroopers, killing them instantly. She reached out with her free hand, and one of the stormtroopers felt a crushing grip on his throat. He gasped for air, but it was too late. He was lifted off the ground and hurled into the wall, breaking his neck.

The woman threw her lightsaber, and it spun like a boomerang, slicing through one stormtrooper's torso and another's back. The wounds were cauterized, preventing any blood from spilling. The woman caught her lightsaber, and smiled wickedly.

Only two stormtroopers remained. They were paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak. The woman walked towards them, her lightsaber still in her hand. She reached the first one, and stabbed him in the heart. He fell to the ground, dead.

The last stormtrooper watched in horror as the woman turned off her lightsaber and disappeared into the shadows. He got up, trembling, and grabbed his blaster. He fired randomly, hoping to hit the woman. But he missed every time.

He heard a noise behind him, and he turned around. He saw the woman emerge from the darkness, like an ambush predator. She had a red skin, a feature that he had never seen before. She was not human. She was something else. Something ancient and evil.

She struck him down with her lightsaber, cutting his arm. He screamed in pain, and felt a burning sensation. He looked at his wound, and saw a scar. A scar that would never heal. A scar that marked him as her prey.

She pushed him with the Force, and he flew across the room. He hit a pillar, and felt his back crack. He fell to the floor, barely conscious. He heard his comlink crackle, and a voice came through.

"This is Commander Appo," the voice said. "What's your status?"

He reached for his comlink, but he saw something else. A grenade. An activated grenade. It was lying next to him, ready to explode. He tried to grab it, but it was too late. The woman clenched her fist, and the grenade detonated, sending shrapnel and fire everywhere. The stormtrooper was blown to pieces.

The woman heard a familiar sound. A sound that made her smile. The sound of mechanical breathing. She removed her hood, and revealed her face. A face that belonged to a species that had been thought to be extinct for over a millennium. A species that had survived in the shadows, preparing and growing stronger. A species that had a legacy of darkness and power. A species that was the true Sith.

She was Xearia, the Empress of the Sith Purebloods. And she turned to face the owner of the mechanical breathing. The man who had betrayed his own kind. The man who had turned to the dark side, but not fully. The man who had once been a Jedi. The man who had once been Anakin Skywalker.

She smirked, and ignited her lightsaber. She was ready for the final confrontation. She had waited for this moment for a long time. And she would not let him escape this time.

She spoke, and her voice was cold and cruel.

"Hello, Darth Vader. We meet again.”

A/N: First oneshot in 2024, huh? Time really does fly, doesn't it?

A/N: This Star Wars oneshot is a homage to Star Wars Theory's Vader episode 2 cinematic trailer. Specifically the first one.

A/N: I'm planning on doing another Star Wars fan verse, since the last one I did with Cade Shan wasn't great for me. Because, knowing me, I prefer to do more unique things, and doing unique stuff within stereotypes. Don't ask when. Cause I'm not sure myself.

A/N: Anyways, I hope you had a good New Year. Please unleash your comments & votes, and tell me your thoughts. Don't be shy. I can take it. And may the Force be with you. Always.