Themed Drabbles Set 25

Burn
The fire raged through his soul, consuming every bit of the humanity that remained within him. He stared down at his betrayer, the woman that he had loved more than anyone else, save their daughter.

He laughed as she once more clutched at her arm, the flash burned stump held in her hand as her lightsaber exploded as it was clutched in her other arm.

It feed the fire in his soul to see his younger self rushing to her side in an effort to care for her and apologize.

This is what flow-walking was for; to enjoy the past.

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Rash
The Anakin Solo shook under the sustained fire she was receiving. He could smell scorched plastics and flesh from where various consoles had exploded. An acrid smoke hung heavily in the air, burning his eyes and nose as he darted onto the bridge.

A bright blue blade shone through the smoke, and he pulled up short, almost stumbling to a halt in his surprise.

"Ben?" he stammered out, truly surprised that his cousin was here. "This is something of a… rash decision for you?"

Ben's voice came out of the gloom. Harsh and cracking. "You did it. You killed mom."

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Surgery
He held his saber in a mid guard, his hands wrapped around the hilt, tucked in close to his side. The ruby colored blade slashed out at right angles from the hilt, crossing his body right to left.

Down the walkway a few meters stood his uncle. His green saber held loosely in a similar grip.

"It's a surgery, Uncle," he snarled. "The galaxy has a cancer in it, and I'm here to eradicate it."

"I think I agree with you, at least on some things."

"So, you won't stop me?" he asked, an eyebrow arching.

Luke sighed; then attacked.

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Hurt
He looked down at his arm where the medical droid worked. He watched, slightly bemused as the long gash was slowly knitted up, the droid's manipulators moving faster than his eyes could follow; at least without the Force helping him.

Deep in his mind, he knew that the wound should hurt. That he should be in pain.

Yet he didn't feel a thing.

No pain. No emotion.

This was the end result of that duel with Mara. This was what happened when he became a Sith.

No more feelings; just a gaping, empty void where his soul used to be.

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Heal
He had wanted to heal the galaxy.

Stop all war. Stop all strife.

That was what he wanted when he became a Sith. That was his goal when he stopped thinking of himself as a Jedi, and started thinking himself as a Sith.

Yet, as he stared at the purple blade glowing in the distance, he realized that he had not healed anything. That he had just made things worse. That he had ground the galaxy beneath his boot heel. That he had enforced peace through his iron will; control through his powers.

And he found that he didn't care.