A Sith or a Jedi? - a STAR WARS fanfic

Do machines have feelings?

As we entered, the familiar set up of the building hit me in the face like a brick. I looked around and noticed that nothing has changed since I was here the last time. The boxes still full of old machinery, that nobody used for ages, the decaying wooden poles, still scarred with a few burns.

They weren't any fire burns, mind you, these were plasma burns, a lightsaber burns. As I got closer to investigate them, my mind was once again filled with distant, unwanted memories.

I tried to shake them out, but it was no use. So, it would seem this is what it wants. The Force wants me to face my past, accept it maybe, and if that's what the Force wants, there is no way of fighting it.

So, I close my eyes, and let myself fall into the deep waters of the all-knowing Force.

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This is strange. I seem to be in the warehouse, but I don't remember me being this tall. Oh... I see, I'm not me. I'm in the body of the little padawan. Oh...

I tried to speak, tried to warn the older woman, the Jedi master, of what's coming for them, but I was unable to move, or speak. The Force wants me to accept it, not change it, right. Well, I suppose there is no escape but to go through with this, great...

Suddenly I started to hear thoughts not my own, and I started to walk around the room. I'm not just in his body, I'm living it like he did. Oh Force, why do you do this to me...

I searched the whole place, looking for any small clues, but nothing was found. Whoever did this must've not wanted anyone knowing. I looked behind every crate and every piece of old furniture, nothing. Yet the feeling of somebody watching me still didn't fade.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I watched every shadow, but there wasn't any sign of anybody here. That's why I didn't expect the direct hit to my head. Somebody jumped on me from above and not even my Jedi instinct were able to see that coming.

I quickly recovered, because if not, it could mean my life. I called out to my master, while trying to find the person who jumped me. They were like a shadow. They came out from the dark to hit me and then disappear again.

My master hurried to my side, igniting her lightsaber, I did the same, my master's yellow and my green blade illuminating the dark room. Our heads turn from side to side in panic, looking for the enemy.

It didn't take long to find them, when a red light of a lightsaber appeared above us and jumped down in front of us. I didn't tear my eyes away from the person, shock freezing me in place. So, it was a Sith lord. After four years of pondering who could be the second Sith, looking everywhere for him, here he stood before us, ready to take this knowledge and us with it.

It is so strange, seeing this from a different perspective, it's frightening actually. I hate it so much, I hate this me. I wish I could do something to change it, to do it differently. Even if it could mean I would never meet Obi-Wan or Anakin. Even if it meant I would have to end me.

After what I've done, after what I went through, it would be mercy for others and me. It would be mercy for these poor Jedi. The Force works in mysterious ways, unfortunately this is not  one of those ways.

The Jedi teach us that fight is always the last resort, and that we should always try to find different ways to resolve a conflict. That was before we found out the Sith have in fact didn't die out, and one now faced us. In this situation, the rules change, because with the Sith, fight to death is the only way to resolve conflict and survive.

So, without a second to spare, we charged towards the Sith and began our attacks. As we fought, I noticed how small he actually was. That's strange, it's almost like he was a child.