#sidiousss

fare thee well, thy ding-a-ling

Ask my muse extremely personal questions.

“ Their f e a r is what drives me to eradicate the Jedi from the galaxy.    The recollection of their expressions are only m i s t in my memory.    I do not remember them. Only how their bodies lay to waste in the Jedi           Temple.

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Ｘ MINISTER. TERRORIST. NO ONE. Ｘ 

        the few that had chosen to believe in her unconfirmed, frighteningly ominous existence had referred to her as a GHOST. in a moment she appears and in another is gone leaving no trace save for the MASSACRES left behind; eighteen L O N G && dreadful months spent searching and investigating and tracking down nonexistent tracks that ended with nothing more than a shadow long gone from the dust. it was comparable to a broken maze with all entrances and exits sealed off with no place to start and seemingly no end -- ONE AFTER ANOTHER AFTER ANOTHER --- with nothing in common but these being men of semi-notable rank. ( and they got what they deserved no less  ) but each move became more significant. drastic. bolder. RECKLESS. 

                                                                she was CAUGHT. 

      much akin to a small single prey surrounded by predators, yet a violent ferocity had surged through her --- rabid and limitless and a determination --- YOU WON’T GET ME. YOU WON’T TAKE ME BACK. NO NO NO. something so animalistic and rage fueled --- driven with superior strength comparable to her little hobby from moments before,  nearly killing HIM --- the one responsible for THIS, for ALL of this --- she’d left the one she figures by now was her former beloved a bloodied, horrid mess and she HOPES there was little strength left in him when they found her. if she’s going to die, she’d like to at least have that one last one to drag down with her. but that’s the problem; they don’t. they leave her alive, only just and functional, but alive no less because she’s of importance now and not just because she’s got a warrant. not because they’ve taken to nicknaming her --- drawing bitter laughter from her, wondering if that was supposed to serve as little comfort --- the winter soldier. it must have to do with what they did to her, with making her the way she is now, when her absolution came in a single SNAP and killed them all as gratitude. 

      but now? now she’s being brought forth to the emperor himself and there’s something within her, something she cannot explain that appears to slow down her usually abnormally rapid heartbeat --- fear, a dark nostalgic friend of hers, from the unknown amount of time spent in that horrid place --- she’s afraid but of what? him? death? no, she already knows, it’s what can be done aside from death that she’s already had a taste of. but why? she wonders, in a single silent thought, if in her past if she was even someone of great importance to have ever known him. 

OOM-9 ordered his mounted beetle trooper brigade to attack. The brown kag beetle troopers and heavy beetle troopers were capable of flight, unlike their successor, the advanced beetle troopers. The beetle troopers flew right over the infantry invested battlefield to land on the AT-TEs and SPHA-Vs. The pilot droid riders were armed with acid guns and started burning off the vehicles' turrets and cannons.

Republic gunships had then decided to enter the battle. OOM-9 called up KJZ-8267's awaiting bomber squadron to deal with the enemy aircraft. "We'll neutralize them," KJZ-8267 answered the call to action. The E-STAP starbombers were much faster than the LAAT gunships and were quickly shooting them out of the sky.

KJZ-8267 positioned his own bomber right above a LAAT and dropped a proton bomb. The blue bomb hit the gunship, instantly destroying it.

"Sir, the clone army is in full retreat," a red B1 battle droid informed OOM-9.

"After them, send the STAPs and speeder platforms, don't let any escape," OOM-9 commanded. SSA-719, riding a STAP-2, led the cleanup pursuit.

"Sir, high priority message from the General," a brown B1 battle droid handed OOM-9 an imagecaster.

A small, blue figure of the general appeared from the circular device