Capture
Chapter 25
“The Imperial Star Destroyer, as it was called, was a fearsome war machine capable of leveling a planet. It contained thousands of soldiers, hundreds of weapons, and there were over 25,000 of them spread over the galaxy to instill fear in the Empire's subjects. However, as I learned in the last days of being trapped in that galaxy, their power was but an inkling of the true power lurking in the center of the black web of the Galactic Empire.”
-Twilight Sparkle, On Extra-Galactic Voyages, p. 712
The darkness seeped into Twilight’s soul as the full realization of what Luke had revealed hit her, and she stuck out a hoof to balance herself as she stood on the wooden walkway. He was Darth Vader’s son. Vader, the most evil man in the galaxy, had fathered Luke Skywalker.
“How could he have kept this from us?” she said to herself. She frowned as her anger boiled at him for keeping this a secret from herself and her friends, then began to pace back and forth. Her eyes were locked on the wooden walkway as she let her anger fill her, and her hooves dug divots in the surface of the planks as she stomped.
Her focus was such that she didn’t notice her mentor standing behind her. “What’s troubling you, Twilight?”
She whipped her head around to face Celestia. “I’m mad at Luke for not telling us.”
“That is apparent.” The graceful alicorn ambled up next to Twilight, but she started to pace again. Celestia watched as the small pony marched back and forth, her eyebrows pointing angrily.
“I mean, why would he? Vader’s only the most evil man in the universe! No reason he should trust us with such a trivial bit of information, is there?”
Celestia put out a wing to stop her. As Twilight glared up at her, she stared right back, her expression stern. Twilight was the first to break eye contact, but she still huffed at Celestia.
“My student, perhaps you are not giving him enough credit.”
“That’s not it at all,” said Twilight, but she didn’t sound entirely convinced of that.
Giving her a little nudge, Celestia prodded her toward the main village square. “Come. Let’s leave him to his own devices.”
Twilight shook her head, then shoved Celestia’s wing off her back. “No. I’m going to go talk to him.” And with that, she headed off in the direction that Luke took.
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A hand reached out and parted the forest. Luke stepped through the bushes, off the beaten path. Thin slits of light cut through the inky forest from the moons above, giving him just enough light to keep from walking into a tree trunk. He hadn’t seen the Imperial outpost. He didn’t need to. He could feel the evil taint of the Emperor on everything he touched, and the Imperials all carried the stink of oppression that was all too easy for his Jedi senses to pick up.
As he made his way through the forest, he looked around him at the blackness. There was something out there, watching him. His hand went automatically to the lightsaber at his hip, but he didn’t draw the weapon. Instead he reached out through the Force and felt a familiar presence. “You don’t have to hide, Twilight Sparkle.”
A flash of purple light briefly illuminated the dark forest as Twilight appeared before him. She looked up at him with an angry expression on her face. He gave her an embarrassed half grin. “I take it you’re not here to bid me good journey.”
“How dare you not tell us that your father is Darth Vader?”
His grin vanished to be replaced by a look of remorse. “I kept it from you and the others because it’s a private matter.”
Twilight stepped forward and looked him square in the eye. “And how do we know we can trust you anymore? You’re related to Darth Vader! The dark lord of the Sith! For all we know you’re an Imperial agent that was sent here to ─”
The snap-hiss of his lightsaber silenced her. “Please,” he said, “don’t be so hasty to judge me.” He shut off the green blade of light, then hooked the device securely to his belt.
“What do you expect?” said Twilight, a little more quietly now. “You were so secretive about it. You never told even your closest friends.”
“I never told them because I didn’t want to burden them with the knowledge that I was the son of Vader.” Luke sighed. “You now distrust me because of my revelation; do you think that my reticent behavior was unjustified?” He paused for her to answer, but she said nothing. “I tell you, I didn’t know until I confronted him the first time. And now I have to confront him again, because I want to rescue him from himself. Surely you understand where I’m coming from.”
“I understand,” said a voice from the darkness. They both turned and saw Celestia stepping out from the forest. She looked at Luke with sad eyes. “My own sister was consumed by the forces of evil. Once they left her body, I was able to welcome her back. But it was Twilight who rescued her from that evil.” She looked at Twilight. “And I’m sorry that you’ve forgotten your very first lesson, my student.”
A shock went through Twilight’s body as she realized that Celestia was right. When Nightmare Moon had begun her rule of everlasting night, Twilight and her friends had followed her to the old castle and used the elements of harmony to rid her of the evil within her. “I’m sorry,” she said to Luke. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions about you.”
“Apology accepted,” he said. “Now, I must go. I have to face my destiny.” As he started to walk off, he heard hoofsteps behind him. With a sigh, he looked back at the two ponies. “Please, don’t follow me. I know you mean well, but this is personal, between myself and Vader.”
Twilight stared intently at him. “It’s personal for us, too. My baby dragon, Spike, was captured by the Empire and delivered to the Emperor.”
“As was my sister,” said Celestia. “We will not stand by when we have a chance to do something about this.”
Luke looked away for a second as he considered this, then he started walking again. “Just be careful. The Emperor is cunning, and Vader is dangerous. I don’t want to risk your lives, but you must do what you feel is right.”
As they followed him into the woods, Twilight and Celestia both wore looks of concern. The danger that lay before them was all too real, and they knew that their chances of escaping this unharmed were slim. But they also knew that they had to do this, for Spike and Luna.
Their world depended on it.
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A lone Imperial All-Terrain Armored Transport lumbered through the dark forest. Its drivers worked hard to carefully place its feet, compensating for the fact that they had shut down their scanning equipment in order to prevent possible Rebel saboteurs from detecting them and launching a missile at them. They were approaching an enormous landing platform where an Lambda-class shuttle was landing, its wings folding gracefully up into a trident and its landing gear extending to support the ship. As the gear and the boarding ramp touched the deck, a lone, dark figure strode out from the main cabin and down the ramp. Lord Vader walked across the otherwise empty landing platform, his movements betraying his intense focus on the task at hand.
Below the platform, the giant Imperial walker slowly made its way up to the dock and maneuvered to position one of the smaller secondary hatches so that the passengers could disembark. The hatch lifted up into its vestibule and the occupants of the walker exited the vehicle. Two Imperial Stormtroopers were the first to walk out of the hatch, followed by their captives. Luke, Twilight, and Celestia all marched out of the gangway and into the corridor beyond. They all saw Vader standing there, escorted by a pair of troopers. The Imperial officer accompanying them approached Vader. “These are Rebels that have surrendered to us. Although the human denies it, I believe there may be more of them and request permission to conduct a further search of the area.” As he spoke, Vader looked on at Luke, and the young man met his gaze, an intent, focused look on his face. Twilight glanced up at them both, and knew exactly what was going on in their minds. “The human was the only one armed, with this,” continued the officer. He lifted Luke’s lightsaber up and handed it to the dark lord.
Vader stared at the weapon for a moment, then looked back at the officer. “Good work, commander. Leave us. Conduct your search and bring his companions to me.”
“Yes, my lord,” snapped the officer, and after a quick bow of respect, he turned on his heel and walked back into the Imperial transport along with the escorting Stormtroopers. As soon as he was alone with Luke and the ponies, he turned and walked back toward the elevator.
Twilight looked up at him with a defiant expression. “You’ll never win, Vader.”
“Perhaps you think so now, but soon my master will show you where true power lies, young one,” he said, his voice low and assured. “He is expecting you.”
“I know,” she said.
“Your master has no power over us, father,” said Luke.
Vader glanced at him. His mask continued to bear the same grim, skeletal countenance it always bore, but his body language told them he was shocked to hear that word. “So. You have accepted the truth.”
“I have accepted the truth that you were once Anakin Skywalker, my father,” said Luke.
The dark lord whirled around quickly and faced Luke. “That name no longer has any meaning for me,” he said, shaking Luke’s lightsaber at him, emphasizing every syllable.
Luke stood, implacable. “It is the name of your true self. You’ve only forgotten. I know there is good in you. The Emperor hasn’t driven it from you fully.” He slowly turned around and walked stoically to the handrail. “That was why you couldn’t destroy me. That’s why you won’t bring me to your Emperor now.”
Twilight watched the whole scene alongside Celestia. Neither of them wanted to interrupt, for both were fascinated by the exchange taking place. The two men stood in their place for a long moment. One was staring at his son, the other staring into nothing and waiting for a reaction from the former. Soon a snap-hiss was heard and the area was bathed in a soft green light.
“I see you have constructed a new lightsaber,” said Vader casually. He held the weapon, toying with it. The energy blade was brought close to Luke for a moment, and Twilight resisted the urge to charge up a shield. “Your skills are complete.” Vader shut off the thrumming energy blade and then turned to walk to the opposite side of the catwalk. He stared out into the dark forest beyond. “Indeed you are powerful as the Emperor has forseen.”
A spark, existing but a moment, leapt in Luke’s eyes and he slowly turned his head to look at his father. “Come with me,” he said, the hopeful, imploring tone reaching out to touch the cold steel heart of the monster.
“Obi-wan once thought as you do,” muttered the beast, and he turned around slowly. “You don’t know the power of the Dark Side,” he said. “I must obey my master.”
Luke subtly shook his head. “I will not turn. And you’ll be forced to kill me.”
“If that is your destiny.”
Marching over to Vader, look looked at him pleadingly. “Search your feelings, father. You can’t do this. I feel the conflict within you! Let go of your hate!”
No emotion played in the dark lord’s body language, no sign of any effect of the young man’s heartfelt words. “It is... too late for me, son.” He gestured at the door, opening it with a flick of his fingers. Luke looked at the Stormtroopers coming to escort him and the ponies with a mixture of fear and horror. “The Emperor will show you and your companions the true nature of the Force. He is your master now.” The Imperial soldiers boxed in Twilight, Celestia and Luke, clumping them together.
Luke nodded, resigned. He shook his head sadly. “Then my father is truly dead.”
Looking up at Luke, Twilight wanted to ask him what was going on, to get some reassurance that there was some way they could survive this. But the man said nothing as the turbolift door swallowed them up.
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The Rebel strike team slowly approached a hill, the noonday sun bathing them all in a warm glow. Beyond the hill was the landing tower, with an Imperial shuttle parked on it. Han, Leia, Applejack and Pinkie Pie approached the hill and looked over it. Leia held out a small terrain scanner. As the shuttle lifted off and extended its wings, she looked at the readout on the screen. “The main entrance to the control bunker is on the far side of that landing platform. This isn’t going to be easy.”
“Well don’t you worry none, princess,” said Applejack with a wink. “We’ll handle those Imps like we handled ‘em b’fore!”
As she spoke, Rarity was joining the group. “I do hope this doesn’t take too much longer. My beautiful mane can’t take much more abuse, and all these sticks and rocks are chipping my hooves!”
Han rolled his eyes. “Nobody asked your opinion, sister.”
Rarity rolled her eyes back at him as Wicket, the Ewok who had rescued Leia from the scouts when she had crashed her speederbike, tapped C-3PO on the arm. When the golden droid gave him his undivided attention, he started to speak his strange, tribal language.
C-3PO responded back, prompting the little creature to say something else and point off in the distance. Han looked at the alien, confused. “What’s he saying?” asked Princess Leia.
“He says there’s a secret entrance on the other side of the ridge.”
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In the female fighter pilots’ locker room, Rainbow Dash was getting suited up. As she struggled to get her wings through the holes in the back of the flight suit, she felt someone grab them and push them through. She looked back at the human pilot that she’d gotten to know over the weeks they’d been aboard the Home One. “Thanks, Carrie,” she said.
“Any time, Dash. You ready to kick some Imperial tail?” she said, beaming down at her with her trademark grin.
“Don’t you know it!” said Rainbow, her expression fierce. “We’re gonna crush the Empire! And the best part is, they’ll never seen it coming!”
Carrie slapped her on the rump. “Hoorah!”
She blushed a bit at the smack on her hindquarters. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to that. Her attention was drawn to the overhead speakers.
“All flight groups, man your stations. All flight groups, man your stations.”
Rainbow looked back at Carrie with a huge, cocky grin. “This is it! Let’s get to the hangar!”
“Yeah!” said the brash human. She and Rainbow grabbed their helmets and jogged out of the locker room toward the hangar to begin final preparations for launch.
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The medical bay on the frigate Redemption was bustling with activity. Surgeons were cleaning their tools and putting them in anti-shock cases, and nurses were prepping various vials of painkillers and sterilization chemicals. Fluttershy was moving a cart full of antibiotics to a locker near a surgical table, maneuvering it beside the large curtain that was attached to the ceiling. Lights shone down from the bright surgical suite above her, and she glanced up at the various sharp tools hanging on droid arms that would assist the surgeons in performing whatever grim tasks were ahead of them.
She sighed as she put the vials into the shock proof racks. The chief surgeon, a human with graying hair, was standing nearby, cleaning her glasses. “You scared, little pony?”
Fluttershy looked up at her for a moment, then looked away and nodded.
The surgeon walked over to her and put a hand on her withers. “Don’t worry, honey,” she said with a kindly grin. “Just keep your wits about you and give everyone who comes in your full attention and do everything the surgeons say. They’re the specialists, and know what they’re doing, okay?”
The little yellow pony nodded, but then sighed again as she continued to put away the medication. She knew as well as anypony that the Imperials wouldn’t hesitate to destroy the Redemption and kill everyone onboard, regardless of the fact that it was a medical ship. And because she was deep in the bowels of the vessel, she had little hope that if the ship did get hit that she would survive. But she pushed that thought out of her mind and got back to work. “My friends are counting on me,” she said determinedly to herself. “I need to do my best to help them, no matter what.”
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As the people on the bridge of the Home One prepared for battle, Junas stood by near a communications console. He wasn’t really supposed to be here, but after pleading with Admiral Ackbar and cashing in a few chips, he had managed to negotiate his way to manning one of the comms panels so he could monitor the battle.
Specifically, he was concerned about the ponies, and he wanted to monitor their comm transmissions during the battle. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but those aliens had grown on him, and he considered their safety his prime responsibility, even now as they were off on their own missions for the Alliance.
During the last several weeks aboard the Alliance’s flagship, they had gone on several offensives against the Empire, pricking the beast in once place or another, giving it small wounds here and there whenever they had an opportunity.
This time, they were attacking the heart of the beast.
The original Death Star, a 160 kilometer metal sphere capable of destroying an entire planet, was not as well defended as it could have been. Back in those days, the Empire didn’t care about the Alliance. They figured that their pitiful forces wouldn’t stand a chance against the most advanced war machine ever built.
And the Rebel Alliance had destroyed it with a single pair of proton torpedoes.
Now the Empire knew that they were a legitimate threat. Ever since then, they had treated the Rebels like a legitimate enemy. Every time they discovered a Rebel base or flotilla, they swooped in with Star Destroyers and heavy walkers to annihilate them. He hadn’t been at the Battle of Hoth, but he’d seen gun-holocamera footage from the speeders that participated in that battle, and the number of walkers that the Empire had sent was staggering.
Despite the assurances from the tactical officers that the Empire had no idea they were coming, he couldn’t help but have a deep-seated feeling that they were about to hyperjump into a trap specifically designed for them. It would be just like the Empire to make themselves look like a wounded animal in order to lure the Alliance into a pitched battle to eliminate them once and for all.
Still, luck seemed to be on their side so far. Despite the defeats they’d suffered, they had given the Empire a bloody nose on several occasions. Nobody would ever forget the mission where Ace Azzameen had dared to attack the Imperial research ship as it swarmed him with advanced remote-controlled TIE Fighters and their fearless pilots, or when Keyan Farlander flew into a swarm of TIEs to attack and destroy the Imperial Star Destroyer Intrepid in nothing more than an X-wing snubfighter.
He smiled to himself as he thought about countless victories the Alliance had scored. This might be a trap, and they would probably suffer heavy losses, but he had a feeling that they would win this one.
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A hiss was heard all around her as the canopy closed on Rainbow’s A-wing and the cockpit life support charged the small capsule with fresh atmosphere. She breathed in and out, trying to calm herself so she could complete the preflight checklist. Flipping switches and setting dials to the correct positions, she couldn’t help but feel the nerves building up inside her.
She’d gone on several missions as an A-wing pilot, from scouting runs to assaults on Imperial fortresses. She’d put new scars on her ship’s hull, but she’d always gotten home in one piece. Now she was about to take off and go on a mission that would be an all out battle between the forces of good and evil and decide the fate of the galaxy. Looking out the main aperture of the hangar, she couldn’t see all of the fleet, but even the small patch of sky that she could get a glimpse at was filled with cruisers, frigates, gunboats, and several dozen fighters already patrolling around their mothership, Home One. If the Empire was going to throw a similarly sized force at them, then this would be a huge hairball that would likely result in the destruction of a significant chunk of Alliance forces, if it didn’t wipe them out entirely.
And here she sat, in a small fighter that was one of the most lightly armored ships in the galaxy. A single hit from a stray blast would knock her out of commission and likely vaporize her ship around her.
She breathed as she brought up her reactor. “This’ll be a piece of cake, Rainbow. They Empire doesn’t even know we’re coming. Just in and out.”
“Attention Green Squadron,” said Arvel Crynyd, “prepare to launch. Form up on me as soon as you exit the hangar.”
She glanced over at her flight leader’s A-wing, its gleaming surface repainted in red despite the name of their squadron in honor of the heroes who were lost in the first Death Star assault. Her own ship’s nose was painted in red as well, though she still kept her rainbow stripes and cutie mark. She watched as the captain’s fighter rose from the deck, and as he headed out of the hangar she hit the repulsors and smoothly shot out into space, maneuvering her vessel so she would slip into a tight formation along with the rest of Green Squadron. Their ships were soon joined by flights from other squadrons: Y-wings from Gold and Grey squadrons, X-wings from Red Squadron, B-wings from Blue Squadron, and countless other fighters all formed into a massive cloud of metal birds of prey. In the lead, a few klicks away, the Millennium Falcon led the charge, guiding them between the enormous behemoths that were the Rebel capital ships. The sight of the massive fleet all gathered together made Rainbow Dash’s heart swell with pride. She may be an Equestrian, but right now she was a Rebel, and seeing so many heavily armed starships gathered together to strike at the Empire was enough to make her think that they would be able to pull this off.
As she glided between the cruisers, she heard her comm unit crackle to life. “Admiral, we’re in position,” said General Calrissian over the open channel. “All fighters accounted for.”
“Proceed with the countdown,” replied Admiral Ackbar, supreme commander of the Rebel forces. “All groups assume attack coordinates.”
Rainbow looked down at her mission timer. The small digital display had white numbers that were scrolling down to 0:00, indicating when they were all to make the jump to hyperspace. She watched them tick by at rapid speed, closing in on the moment they would initiate the hyperjump.
She glanced up around her. Other ships in formation with her were matching speed with the Millennium Falcon, and she waggled her ship at them. The ones who could see her waggled back, and again she felt a surge of adrenaline and sisterhood.
“All craft,” said Ackbar over the radio, “prepare to jump into hyperspace on my mark.”
As Rainbow waited for the moment to jump, she also heard Lando say, “Alright, stand by.” When he said this, the entire fleet of starfighters began to jump. Rainbow glanced down at her clock and saw that it was indeed blank. She grabbed her hyperspace initiation levers and pulled hard, sending herself and her small vessel spiraling into the blue vortex of hyperspace.
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“Yub-nub.” One of the Ewok’s scouts was standing near a small stand of bushes in front of a group of Imperial scout troopers. He whistled at the Rebels off in the distance and waved them over.
Han Solo was the first to arrive of the group and he looked from the small building in the clearing to the Ewok in front of him. “Back door, huh?” he asked the small creature.
Despite not really understanding what he said, the alien nodded at him.
“Good idea,” said Han. He crouched near the bushes and started to assess the situation. Four scout troopers were meandering around in the small area in front of a short armored bunker, their speederbikes floating in place a couple meters away from them.
Applejack, Pinkie Pie and Rarity crawled up next to Han and looked past him to the bunker, and were joined by Leia and Chewbacca. “That’s the dreadful place we were taken prisoner!” said Rarity. She was elbowed in the side by Applejack. “Hey! What was that for?!”
“For bein’ a loudmouth!” replied Applejack. “We cain’t let the Empire know we’re here or else this whole thing is blown!”
Harrumphing to herself, Rarity rolled her eyes and settled down next to the others. Behind her, Wicket was talking to the Ewok who had led them there. The chattering was a slight distraction to the Rebels, but they all ignored the noise in order to focus on how to eliminate the scout troopers. Suddenly Wicket turned around and tapped C-3PO on the shoulder to tell him what he and the other Ewok had decided to do. The droid cocked his head and questioned what he had heard.
“It only takes one to sound the alarm,” said Leia as she looked on at the troopers.
“Then we’ll do it real quiet-like,” said Han.
Suddenly C-3PO cried out, “Oh... oh my! Princess Leia─” The princess’ hand slapping over his mouth quieted him down. “I’m afraid our furry companion has gone and done something rather rash.”
Chewbacca and Applejack both saw it at the same time. “Oh great...” said the pony.
“What?” said Leia. She glanced over and saw what Applejack and Chewbacca were looking at. “Oh no.”
Han sighed. “There goes our surprise attack.”
Off in the clearing, the scout who had led them to the bunker was sneaking up to the speederbikes, keeping low in the grass. Slowly, carefully, he crawled up to the bike that was nearest to the treeline. The scout troopers didn’t see him as they stood in the doorway to the bunker, his fur blending in perfectly with the surrounding forest. His movements were careful, so much so that he didn’t disturb any of the bushes near the bike as he crawled up on it and started to fool with the switches. One of them started the engine, emitting a low whine that built up to a crescendo that got the attention of the scout troopers.
“Look!” shouted one of them as he noticed the Ewok, “Over there! Stop him!”
They ran as fast as they could to the bikes, but before they could get to him, he finally hit the right switch to activate the main repulsor drive. The bike, its passenger significantly lighter than a full sized human, shot out at high speed. By this time three of the scouts had gotten to their bikes, and after a moment of waiting for the engines to start they shot off, leaving the fourth one at the base.
His jaw hanging in surprise, Han looked back at the group and said, “Not bad for a little furball. There’s only one left.” He pointed at the two droids. “You stay here. We’ll take care of this.”
As he and the other Rebels headed off to sneak around to the other side, C-3PO walked over to where R2-D2 and Wicket were standing. He turned around and planted his feet. “I have decided that we shall stay here.”
Off in the forest, the Ewok was struggling to hang on to the bike. It was traveling so fast that he wasn’t sitting, but was rather dangling off the ends of the handlebars, crying out and struggling to get back in control. After several panic-stricken moments, the creature finally managed to get seated and take a modest amount of control back from the bike.
Before too long the scout troopers caught up with him and fired off a shot or two to get him to stop. Rather than stopping him, all it managed to do was induce more panic in the Ewok and cause him to tilt the bike to such a degree that it began to spin out of control.
After what seemed like an eternity to the little alien, he finally got the bike to stop spinning around, and he began to look for a way to get off. Suddenly he saw several vines ahead. As he passed them he grabbed one and was launched up into the trees as the scout troopers shot ahead, hoping to get the bike to stop and get it back to the base.
Meanwhile, Han Solo was sneaking up behind the scout. He carefully walked up to the man’s shoulder, then tapped it hard and took off to the other side of the bunker.
“Hey!” shouted the scout as he ran after Han. The armored trooper drew his gun, but just as he got to the other side of the bunker he froze. In front of him were several Rebels, their weapons pointed right at him. Rather than put up a fight, he laid his gun down and put his hands behind his head.
Their path uncontested, the Rebel strike team approached the main armored entrance to the bunker. “Ah sure hope this works,” said Applejack as she joined them. “Last time we was here, they had a whole passel of Stormtroopers and officers everywhere in the place.”
“Don’t worry,” said Han. “Chewie ‘n me have broken into places more heavily guarded than this.”
She nodded, but his attempt at reassuring her wasn’t as effective as he’d probably hoped.
As Chewbacca blasted the lock and the doors slid open, Han walked up and surveyed the tunnel leading down into the facility. The rest of the team walked up behind him, and nervously they all made their way slowly down into the bowels of the facility.
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The high, polished chamber of the Imperial landing bay was filled with the noise of repulsorlifts as the Lambda-class shuttle touched down on the gleaming deck of one of the Death Star’s main landing ports. The ramp extended and made contact with the metal floor, and after a small group of Stormtroopers clattered down the ramp, Darth Vader appeared. He walked down the metal gangway, followed by Luke Skywalker, Twilight Sparkle, and Princess Celestia, each of them wearing restraints that allowed movement. The ponies each had a small electronic device on their horns that prevented magic. The remaining Stormtroopers brought up the rear.
None of them said a word as Darth Vader led them to one of the main turbolifts that would take them the hundreds of kilometers up to the main tower where the Emperor’s lair was located. As they arrived at it however, Vader looked back at them. “Soon you will see who holds true power in the galaxy.”
Again they kept silent, not wanting Vader to know whether his words were having an effect. But they did, and as she stepped into the waiting turbolift, Twilight wanted to cry. She remained steadfast though, despite the feeling of dread at what she might discover at the top of the globe where the Emperor resided.
Would Luna and Spike be there? Would they be alright? Had the Emperor done anything to them?
She didn’t know, and couldn’t know.
And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know.
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WOO HOO NEW CHAPTER! YAY
Let thw battle begin
I had the entire battlefront 3 trailer playing in my head
YES NEW CAHPTER. loved the luke twi and tia scene where she was judging luke though was kinda scared when luke shoved his saber in her face to shut her up, when the 3 meet vader on the landing platform & the prepping for the battle of endor scenes
5338635 i just read your current chapter & i just had a thought will AJ & rarity drive an at-st like chebawca cause that would be so awesome
Great chapter again. I'm afraid that when Celestia and Twilight find Luna and Spike, it won't be happy nor pretty...
6038542 No, it really is a cave. R2-D8 just parked there because he happened to be there and needed a place to shut down that would offer reasonable protection.
6038559 Yeah... again, dark tag.
Is Palpatine going to Blast force lightning at twilight and Celestia?
6041274 I'm afraid you'll have to wait for the explanation for this, but have faith. It's in a future chapter (in fact, it's in the chapter I'm currently writing). Rest assured, it'll all make sense.
5997264 If you're going to type up such a long comment, the least you could do is make an effort toward proper spelling, grammar, and punctuation.
I can't help but notice there's not a sad or tragedy tag for this story. Is that good, or should I be worried about Fluttershy's safety? Correct me if I'm mistaken, but the Redemption, on which you've stationed Fluttershy, gets hit by the Death Star... right? I really hope I'm wrong. Fluttershy's in my top 5, I'd hate for her to become a victim of the Death Star.
6041866 Remember what I said about how digital devices and auto correction sucks
6041866 plus that comment about fate of Star Wars and EU the whole thing was from fimfiction star wars group a cut and paste job
6049535
I think he meant caps letters and punctuation.
6049397 Yeah, but you could always go back in and manually correct it. That's a lot of text, and it's a pain to read through it all. It's almost unintelligible, and I got to about the second paragraph before I gave up on it. I understand the bare bones of what you meant to say, but I don't agree with it because I see this as a huge benefit to Star Wars as a whole.
6049535 And that makes it better? The people in that group posted a reactionary post and it's not reflective of reality.
Seriously, the more I read it the more disgusted I am with the fanboyish, childish, thoughtless way they expressed their feelings. I mean... who would look at this change and see it as a bad thing? We're getting QUALITY stories now that not only are well written but are lightyears ahead of nearly anything in the old EU. I can only name a few stories that come CLOSE to the new ones in terms of writing and characters. Razor's Edge, for instance... can you imagine a better way of answering the question, "Were all the Alderaanians really Rebels?" And "The Sith Lords" is a MUCH better book than... I can't remember it, but it was subtitled "The Story of Darth Vader". I can't stress it enough: this is a GOOD thing. Not a bad thing!
Fluttershy is on the Redemption. The Redemption. At the Battle of Endor. Well shit.
6053685 so long as IG-88A is not on board the Death Star II, Redemption most likely wont be targeted. as apparently that was the reason for that shot in the first place, the Assassin Droid IG-88A, one of four droids with that ID number actually, took brief control of the superlaser to target Redemption. the IG-88s always did have a thing about Droid supremacy over organic life forms...even staged a short lived Droid revolt...didnt end well for them though and all four were eventually destroyed
6051049 you have to let Pinkie Pie Drive a chicken Walker like Chewbacca did she can make the At-st break the fourth wall
Twilight and Celestia coming with Luke to confront the Emperor?!
Holy sh-eet!