A Bunch Of Incomplete (and complete) Stories Of Mine

Writing 1: Encounter Under The Moon

Cora's boots left tracks in the sand behind her, leaving her trail visible until the slightest wind comes and hides her imprints in the sand, carrying it into the night sky of Tatooine. She had been traveling all day on foot through the desert, knowing that landing at the Lars farm would be an easy way to be spotted by Skywalker. Her lightsaber hung from her belt, the hilt clacking against her thigh plate. She was finally ready to face the man who killed her son aboard the unfinished Death Star and her husband aboard the original Death Star.

She knew she would not survive. But it would be an end... a fitting end.

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"I should've known the Sith were not extinguished." Luke Skywalker said, his eyes not leaving the graves of his former guardians. "I felt your anger and hatred nearly a klik away."

"I am no Sith." Cora spat.

Luke turned around, his interest earned by her statement. "Then what are you?"

Cora mockingly repeated his question, almost insulted, "What am I?"

"I can feel your rage. I could feel the heat of it against my back as you approached. The unmistakable presence of the dark side. But... you're not Sith? Then what are you?"

"I am the wrath of the innocent families, trapped aboard the Death Star when your terrorist cell destroyed it! I am the rage of my husband, who was drafted by the Empire and wouldn't of harmed a womp rat! I am the fury of my son, who just wanted to be like his father! I am the avenger for all of the people you've murdered! All of the troopers who were just protecting their government, their way of life! I am the shadow that you casted over this galaxy with the destruction of the Empire!"

She grabbed her saber from her belt and ignited it, the unstable blood-colored saber flooding the desert in it's light and engulfing the moonlight resting on the sand. The blade itself burned and crackled as it idled, almost like a wildfire.

Luke stood unmoving, unafraid of the dark side user in front of him. "And this is what they'd want from you? To strike me down-"

"You murdered Imperials aboard the original Death Star, countless children will grow up orphaned and alone! You ever think of that?" Cora shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was staring at the man she'd been hunting for years. He was finally in front of her and he would not talk her out of this. "You killed MY child!"

"I have to live with the guilt of innocents being trapped aboard the Death Star. I am the one who pulled the trigger on the first one and led the assault on the second. I wish there was another--"

"You're not sorry because you did it, you're sorry you have to answer for it!" Cora's rage was on the verge of exploding, "You're the Rebellion's big legendary hero! You wanted to be a hero, right? Well--!!"

Cora violently strikes the sand in front of her as she gathers her rage, sending the send into the air, "Congratulations Skywalker! Do you feel like a hero yet?!"

Luke's expression of sorrow was the only response he could muster.

"One of us will die here, Skywalker. Either you'll cut me down like you did my husband and son, or I'll take vengeance for the families you've ruined."

"Let me help you. We can find another way-"

"Another way?!" Cora scoffed, "You're not a parent, you wouldn't understand!"

"I truly hope you find the heart to forgive me." With those words, Luke reached for his saber and the emerald beam of light exploded from his hilt.

Silence fell over the two as they glared at each other, the only sounds being the wind and the humming of their sabers.

Cora began to circle around Luke, much like a nexu sizing up its prey. As she came to her second walk around him, Cora stopped in front of him and knew what she had to do.

The avenger ran towards the hero, her insides burning as hot as her lightsaber. She let out a roar as she closed the distance.

The blades crackled and popped as the red and green collided. Sparks from the collision glew in the night as the unstable scarlet beam hissed against the steady jade blade.

Cora drew on all of her emotions during the clash, she had waited for this very clash for half a decade. She held tight onto her hilt, struggling with all her might against the strength of the Jedi Knight that stood on the opposite side of their sabers.

Luke, on the other hand, closed his eyes as the sabers flickered as they pushed against each other; Cora remembered studying Luke's technique in the ruins on Korriban, this was an ancient technique from the Jedi of old in an attempt to draw his strength from the light side and the life around him. Luckily for Cora, this moisture farm was long dead and it's owners had laid dead in the grave just next to them. This place wasn't a land of life, it was a land of death and pain. Luke, while more significantly more skilled in the force than his opponent, would need constant focus to defeat this opponent because of the environment they stood in.

(This story obviously isn't finished nor will it probably ever be, hence why there's a giant gap between the scene setter and where they confront.)