Journal Entry: Sun May 19, 2013, 3:43 PM
Reading: Gears of War: Anvil Gate
Watching: Buffy: The Vamprire Slayer
Not all of him was dead…not yet. Anakin Skywalker had unfinished business. All hope was gone but he still had anger yet not enough opportunities to act on his rage. Not properly. He had found more Jedi to kill, but not Obi-Wan and not any more who had personally wronged him. But there was one… and she was easy to get to.
And this personal endeavor his Master encouraged. "Teach her a lesson. She's been dwelling for long enough. But don't destroy her yet, Vader. We can still use her."
Anakin wondered if Vader's Master understood that his business with Barriss was vengeance for another. Someone he wished to run into and someone he wished Vader never did. Padmé was dead because of his hand, he couldn't live with killing Ahsoka too. That would destroy the last shred that was Anakin. But killing Barriss…could that redeem a spark of the Jedi that still resided in Vader's chard heart or just secure his place in the darkness?
Vader reached her cell door. "Leave." He demanded the Troopers who stood guard, and they marched on without protest. Vader's hand rested on the lock as Anakin debated. Master said to not kill her, but Anakin wasn't one to obey. But Palpatine's Monster was a slave to the Emperor. Vader inactivated the lock and filled the door.
From her cot, the familiar face of the fellow fallen Jedi looked up at the masked man. She didn't know him and he wasn't the occasional Clone Trooper…or Stormtrooper they were now called… who would bring her food and drink. It had been awhile since she had been tortured by the Chancellor…now Emperor, Palpatine. She couldn't help but laugh when she was let in on his secret. She was right about the corruption and now all of the Jedi were gone and here she lived.
She and the helmeted and silent creature continued to stare. At least, she knew she was staring, she wasn't sure about the seemingly eyeless thing that shadowed into her humble cell. He wasn't a droid, not completely, she could sense at least that with her weaken state.
Anakin expected her to speak, but he wasn't sure why. Barriss was always polite, and now she would be terrified, but all he sense from her was numbness. Then why do you keep breathing? What is there left for you to preserve, Barriss? You were right.
"Barriss Offee…" Vader finally said. "Jedi Padawan."
"Former Padawan, I'm confident my title was striped from me when I was convicted of treason." For a broken woman she still spoke with the air of a Jedi. Humble and yet proud. The blasted Jedi and their contradictions.
Vader and Anakin battled over what to say and filled the void by entering more into the cell and sliding the door shut behind him with a slight wave of his hand. "Treason…yes… but I did the same and was more successful and I'm hailed a hero." and Villain, don't forget that
"Is that so? You killed Jedi to prove a point of how corrupted the Republic is?"
"Empire…Republic… still corrupted."
"I killed Jedi because they were planning to overthrow the government.
Barriss laughed. "I knew the Jedi were lost but not lost enough to attempt that."
"You were still blind, Barriss." He hissed, thankful for the mask, she would be unable to read his facial features. No, the Jedi did not have over throwing the Republic in their minds. That was fabricated by his Master, he knew that now, but that didn't make him regret their slaughter.
"What does the Hero of the Empire want with me?" She asked with spite.
"Vengeance." He replied emotionless.
"And what have I done to you?" She questioned without fear.
"Nothing to me, no not directly." Vader could feel himself slip and Anakin take the helm.
Remember, Skywalker, you're dead now.
No, not yet.
"Then what? Don't tell me you are one of those Sith Lords who rattle on about your plan and why you do what you do." She snapped, tone with an air of snippyness, sounding too much like Ahsoka. She was raised into the air by an invisible fist as she choked out, clawing at her throat.
"Never…speak. To me. Like that…Again!" Vader's hand clenched the air before him. "Remember…what feels like a life time ago…. how you killed your ally in bombing the temple? Much like this? In her cell? Should her fate be replicated for yours?" His deep voice resonated fiercely.
"H-how d-do you know?!" She choked out. "H-H-how?"
Should I continue?