The Vanished Light: A Star Wars Story

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"Come on!" Draco pulled Jayden behind him. She was following him but tears of sorrow still ran down her face as the three people she'd lost had manipulated her life entirely. Her father-like figure had died, so had her two other carers.
They kept running until their chests felt like they were about to be torn apart. Draco let go of her wrist and leaned against a tree. His ripped scarf blew against the strong wind and Jayden's jacket blew in the same direction. But what caught their eyes was a red beam blazing glow in the distance.
Jayden looked up at Draco and he done the same thing and walked up to him.
Cantor glared at the two and growled. "We ain't finished yet."
Jayden clenched her fists and pulled out her lightshirukens, pressed the button in the center and a blue beam burst out and spun as she threw it. Cantor thrusted his arm out, taking full control of the weapon and threw it at a tree and he did the same for the remaining two.
"I got a bad feeling about this," Jayden was startled.
Cantor stormed closer to her and threw her into the air, screaming.
"JAYDEN!!!" Draco yelled as she fell into the soil. He ran towards her and turned her over on her back. Her jacket was now ripped,  same as her shirt. One of her gloves had gone, her trousers were shredded up to her knees and some parts, even more higher. Her skin was cut and bruised but her beautiful green eyes were gone.
Draco scowled as Cantor called out, "You were my brother, Draco,"
He stood up and faced his dark brother.
He pulled out his lightsaber, only to be red and blazing, as well as his brother's. He held it in two hands and stared at Cantor.
Cantor ran up and lashed his lightsaber at Draco's.
Their blades made close combat, illuminating shades of red onto their skin. Their skill with a lightsaber was equal, they both knew what moves came when.
Draco ran at his brother through the mist which some was cast by the fighters' exhausted breath. He raised his lightsaber above his head but Cantor gripped hold of his shoulder and made the tip of his weapon draw onto his neck, making him collapse.
Jayden's vision was blurry, and she felt something by her leg. She weakly reached for the hard object and pulled it out to be Fennec's lightsaber. Her heart was beating rapidly and she didn't even have a hallucination. Jayden slowly rose to her feet and yelled Cantor's name.
He turned around to face an injured yet furious girl. Her clothing was torn and so was her mind. He was in shock as she ran to him and swung the weapon at him. The thing which put Cantor in shock was the amountof power she put into it.
He swung back but Jayden ducked, making his blade slice through a trunk of a tree. She ducked each time as he kept swinging and lashing until he pushed her slowly to a cliff, their sabers made contact with eacn other.
"You don't know the Force, 2199," Cantor spoke out loud. "Join me and I'll show you!"
Jayden stared into Cantor's eyes intensely. "I am not 2199, nor a slave or a prisoner. I am Jayden. I am a rebel. I am part of the Fugitive Five!" she gritted through her teeth and pushed the weapon towards her opponent, making him trip.
"That's it, kill him..." an unknown voice said within her head.
Cantor stumbled as Jayden stormed up to him. She was scowling and her fists were clenched. She thrusted her hand onto the ground, suddenly making the ground crack open, dividing the fighters.

On the Fugitive Fourteen, Oberon and Shira were both in the cockpit and he was gaping in awe as the crack slowly expanded beneath them but Shira fumbled for her binoculars and covered her eyes with them. What she could see was two people vaguely familiar fighting on the soil.
"Who's that?" Shira questioned herself.
Oberon looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Let me see."
Shira passed Oberon the binoculars. "Take control of the ship. We don't want to demolish this ship like it was before." He let the binoculars rest between his nose and eyes. He saw the same thing, only more clearer as he adjusted the lenses. He could now see a brown-haired girl with ripped clothing and a male with black hair, black clothing.
"That Jayden!" Oberon stared.
Shira smiled delightfully but then it faded. "Where's Draco?"
Oberon scanned the terrain carefully but there was no sign of him. "He's not there."
"No..."
Jackal rushed into the cockpit, looking at the two pilots. "We need to esca-"
Oberon stood up and rested a hand on her shoulder. "General, I know you are used to being in charge but this time, leave it to me,"
Jackal sighed.
"Okay, fine."
Oberon smiled then turned to his companion who was staring out of the cockpit window. "Okay, land and collect Jayden, I'll go and get Draco."
"Alright captain!" she saluted and landed the ship.

Cantor stared over the slowly-expanding crevasse at Jayden. Her body was tense with acrimony. "Let the hate flow through you, Jayden!"
Jayden ignored the words which Cantor advised antagonistically. She shook her head in disagreement.
Cantor gritted his teeth, then jumped over it, swinging his lightsaber to his side but she linched her weapon suddenly slicing his right hand off, making his saber fly off into the abyss.
Cantor fell onto his knees in agony, left hand clutching his right arm, yelling at his opponent.
"Jayden!"
She turned around to see Oberon running towards her. "The planet's collapsing. I don't know how bu-" the ground shook beneath them. "But we need to go, now!"
Jayden looked back at Cantor, then back at Oberon. "Come on then!" he yelled.
Jayden frowned, then smiled. "Okay."

Shira ran through the forest, on her serch for Draco. She looked around her, feeling the harsh wind blow against her face. She was crying with the negative contemplation of the loss of him.
"Draco," she called out silently.
No response.
"DRACO!"
She kept running forwards, stumbling and her chest felt like it was going to tear open with the amount of running and drama within one day. She eventually stopped and let a few tears stream down her pale cheeks, ramping over one of her beauty spots on her right cheek.
Within the distance, she saw someone on the floor, unconscious. The person was dressed in charcoal black but most of his clothing was ripped.
Shira walked uneasily but as she got closer, the figure became more clearer.
"Draco?"
Still no response.
She ran to the injured body.
"DRACO! RESPOND FOR STARS SAKE!" she shook him violently, hoping that he will wake up. But he wasn't going to - Shira knew it.
She looked around and lifted him up and carried him into the Fugitive Fourteen.

Oberon had an arm wrapped around Jayden's shoulder, trying to support her. She was limping badly and as they got into the ship, she burst into tears. Not just because of the pain she was suffering from but because something was missing. Or someone.