The Empire Lives On

"And now, you will die." The Emperor kindles his hatred, raising his shriveled and gray fingers. His anger releases as bolts of lightning, electrocuting the young boy in front of him. He writhes and turns with pain. The injured Lord Vader watches. "No." He turns and grasps Palpatine, but he had sensed his apprentice's turn. "You pitiful fool." He force pushes Vader into the gate surrounding the exhaust, it collapses under his force and he falls into the abyss. A yell of "Noooo!" and an explosion fills the chamber. The Emperor turns towards the boy again, cackling with victory, barely letting the steam settle from Luke.

"Now.. you will join your Father!" The lightning crackled out of his fingers, the storm was upon the boy. It was stronger than before, far stronger. He screamed and cried, the bolts were so powerful that he was thrown onto the gate, it barely held under his weight. "YOU WILL DIE LIKE YOUR FATHER!" The gate creaked as the lightning grew stronger until finally, Luke was thrown into the abyss, just as his father was.

The rebellion was dead. The entire fleet was obliterated, few escaped on Endor. The Emperor ordered Endor's destruction. The Imperial fleet organized itself as the embers settled down, launching across the galaxy to ensure peace and stability. The Empire lives on.

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Copyright: "The Empire Lives On" is a derivative work of George Lucas's space opera, "Star Wars". I respect the copyright of Disney and will not profit from this fanfiction.

Canon: This fanfiction is based solely upon the canonical trilogy of Star Wars.