Midnight's Clips

[Midnight]

As I do not have the patience to write a full-length story, I decided that I would just put clips that I find entertaining in my own imagination.

[Midnight]

Title: There Is Another Skywalker

Author: Me

Rating: PG for action violence

Category: Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith

Anakin Skywalker strode into the Jedi Temple, thoughts of his own betrayal filling his head. His eyes were hard and he marched in front of an army, prepared to remove the Jedi threat. They were a threat, the Jedi were trying to take over! They were! Not finding those thoughts convincing enough, he reminded himself that he did this for Padme. He would save her; she would not die in childbirth. With this encouragement, he steeled himself for what he was about to do.

Anakin was walking toward the great doors when he spotted another person, a shadow in front of the light. He prepared himself to make the first kill when he realized how much of the force he could feel inside of the person. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice cold.

"I," responded the figure in a young, feminine voice, "am your sister." A laugh followed, setting Anakin on edge. Why was she laughing? She would no longer laugh soon enough.

"Impossible. I have no father and my mother is dead!"

"I was born to the same father, Anakin. I was conceived by the force, much the same as you." The figure stepped into the light, revealing a young and attractive girl. She had dark brown eyes and her long brown hair was in many little braids. She wore only simple jewelry, woven of twine and leather, and around her shoulders was a pancho, much like those worn on Tatooine, but with darker colors. Those eyes were what caught him. They displayed determination and confidence.

"You know why I am here," it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes. But you don't know why I am here," she laughed again, then went on without waiting for an answer, "I am here to stop you."

"No one can stop me. No one!"

"You think you are the most powerful Jedi in the world, do you?" she asked, tilting her head with a smile. "You forget that I was born the same as you. And I have not gone through with all the formalities. For example," she said as he drew his lightsaber and started forward quickly, "why bother with lightsabers when you have the force on your side?" With a twitch of her hand, she threw Anakin across the room. He hit hard into the wall, but managed to recover before reaching the ground.

"Fire!" he yelled to the troops behind him. They drew their weapons and aimed at the girl, then pulled the triggers. Lasers shot at her and her raised a hand, quickly. The beams seemed to disappear as they hit her open palm and her brown eyes glowed red for a second as the energy pumped through her.

"Cease fire! I will deal with her myself!" Anakin said, rage building up. She had caught him off guard the first time, but she was no match for him. Jumping quickly and in different directions, he landed next to her, blue lightsaber hovering before he brought it down. SHZING! It crashed against another lightsaber, drawn by the girl, of a glowing pure white. Fitting. "Who are you?" he asked, keeping the amazement out of his voice.

"Your sister, in as much as you can have a sister. Natalia Skywalker."

"Nice to meet you, Natalia!" he ended his sentence with a yell, bringing the lightsaber around to again crash against her's. "I thought you didn't use lightsabers!"

"I never said that, I just said why bother with them when you have the force!" she responded, throwing him back again.

The battle went on, sometimes with lightsabers, somtimes with the force, leaving both of them bruised. But Anakin knew he had an edge. Throwing a hand out, he struck with lighting while at the same time yanking her saber from her hands. Satisfaction came with the lightning, watching her squirm and quiver, a scream escaping her lips. She had not been fast enough to absorb that and focus on losing her blade at the same time. If she had been more on the offense than defense, the battle might never have ended.

Ceasing the lighting, Anakin watched her clothes smoke and felt a pang to note that the brown eyes were closed and seemed lifeless. Kneeling down beside her, he lifted his fingers to her neck. A pulse beat under his fingertips. Anakin motioned to two of the soldiers. "Take her to a mining or slave planet and set her to work there. Don't tell Palpatine or even me where you set her, just make sure she is alive."

The clones gently gathered the girl up, wrapping her in her cloak and bearing her out of the room.

"So, I've come this far, so far as to see the only family I have sent to be a slave on some unknown moon. How can I hold back now?" he murmered, grimacing. Padme. It had to be done. Anakin entered the temple, ready now to destroy the last of the Jedi.