SURVIVORS: A STAR WARS STORY

Saving the Light

Fire. That's the last thing I saw before the temple came crashing down on top of me. I was scared, alone... and no match for master Skywalker's nephew. He had certainly grown exponentially with his Force powers, greater than any of us could have. I remember... having my lightsaber in my hand, ignited. Ben had his out too, but I knew I wouldn't be able to beat him.
He charged, and I ducked out of the way, mustering all of the Force strength I had. It wasn't until then that he pulled the temple roof down on top of me and I fell unconscious. The next thing I remembered was waking up in a cave, with a girl tending to my wounds. I recognised her, I had taken lightsaber skills with her, but I had never really talked to her before.
She had light blonde hair, electric blue eyes, an athletic build and lightly tanned skin. She was, in fact, quite beautiful. "Thanks," I groaned as I leaned up. Pain striking my spine as soon as I moved. "You need to stay down," she ordered. Her voice was smooth, relaxing.
The other thing was she didn't look much older than me. Eighteen, possibly a little older.
"How did you find me?" I asked, a little confused as to how she managed to pull me from the rubble. "I could sense your Force signature, but as far as I know we're the only two survivors." She gave me a bowl of water, which I willingly took a swig of. "What's your name?" I asked, "if we're the only two left then we might as well get to know each other." After a moment of thought, she finally spoke.
"My name is Daemora, Daemora Bane, what about you?"
"Jaran Voscard."
We sat in silence for a few more minutes before I decided to speak up. "Any sign of Master Skywalker?" She shook her head, "I hope he's dead." She said, which surprised the hell out of me. "Why do you say that?" I asked, confused. "That man knew his nephew was giving into the dark side, and yet he did nothing!" A new found rage took over her voice like a virus.
"He put all of us in danger, knowing he could've stopped it." My body shivered hearing the words she was saying. "You know that a true Jedi would never kill a child." She turned round, tears in her eyes and her expression angry. "True Jedi?" She spat, "a true Jedi would not endanger the lives of hundreds of others!" As much as I hated to admit it, she had a point.
"You may be right, but let me ask you this. If you saw the future of a child and saw that he would grow up to become twisted and evil, would you then kill that child?"
"Yes," She said definitively.
"But what if that child was your nephew." She stayed silent for a moment, thinking of what to say. "Telling your own sister? Telling her that her son was going to be evil so you killed him? He may have put us in danger, but imagine having to make the choice not to kill him." This time she stayed quiet, and I knew I had won the argument. I leaned up, bearing the pain that struck my spine.
"Did you lose anyone you were close to?" I asked, thinking that maybe her hatred towards Skywalker was justified. She looked away, trying to hide the tears in her eyes. "A friend," she whimpered. I could hear how hurt her voice was. "A very close friend. What about you?" I shrugged, "a couple," I spoke quickly, not wanting to get into the details of it all. It hurt to think about.
"We have to get off this planet," I pointed out, trying to change the subject. "Did a lightsaber happen to come out with me?" I asked, and she force pulled the saber from the other side of the cage and offered it to me. I took it, hooking it to the belt of my scorched trousers. I then wrapped my robes back around my body. "I know a way we can leave," She said, reluctant to say it.
"How?"
"If we're lucky, Ben will have left the emergency ships alone, if he thinks we're all dead."
"Good point, we should probably start heading there now if we wanna find him."
"And kill him."

Something a little bit more original this time, and I'm not even sure if I'm gonna finish it to be completely honest. But hey, I'm gonna give it a bash anyway.