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Power loved fighting.
She had always loved fighting, even back before her time at Trayus Academy. The Academy had merely given her the tools to fight, for Darth Power the Powerful needed no lessons in combat. She was all-powerful, easily the strongest being there. She could destroy them in an instant if she so wanted, but out of the kindness of her heart, she chose not to. Because she is kind. Yes, that's why.
Of course, she could too destroy these new-age Jedi if she wanted. But without the Jedi, there would be no war to win, and oh, how Power loved winning.
So, she decided to wait. Wait until she wins these Clone Wars, and then use her power and tales of glory to become chancellor of the Republic.
A foolproof plan, as always.
Power loved fighting, but she hated droids. They had no blood, no entrails to spew across the ground. During her days at the academy, Power had gained a penchant for feeding on the flesh of her enemies, something the Jedi order seemingly didn’t approve of. The best she could do was drink the blood from her loyal subordinate Denji's arm. He fought back, of course, but he was no match for Power’s power. No one was, not even her fraud Master Topknot or the Jedi Council's Makima.
Makima. Power felt a chill silver down her spine. Not fear, never fear, so it had to be excitement. Excitement for the day she finally kills that scheming woman, with her black hole of a force presence and sickening orange eyes. Power hated Makima. And yet, it was Makima who saved her from her cryosleep prison. The Sith of old had been too frightened by Powers' power, yes, so they had imprisoned her and meowy in their highest security ship and punted the cell into space. Heh, Power had won in the end. She survived.
But none of that now. There was a war to win, and droids to kill. And power loved to kill.
She sliced through two commando droids with ease, cackling at the sparks that flew from her cuts. These droids, and all droids like them, were fodder. Their strength was in their numbers, but their numbers made the fight fun. They were never-ending, and with each one Power killed another took its place. This long-lasting battle was where power thrived. She didn't have to contain herself or show mercy to a life form- she could simply kill.
“Open fire!”
A line of battle droids rained blaster bolts down on her. Power dodged, flipping through the air and force-pushing them back before cutting through each. She landed in their smoking remains, force-whipping her hair from her face. The battle was nearing its end. With the introduction of the 617th, the droids had become outnumbered. It was a pity, the battle was over so soon, and Power had barely even fought. Briefly, she thought to sabotage the republic's forces to keep the fight going, but quickly banished the thought. Master Makima would surely find out, and then Power would be punished. She would have to contend with picking off the last few droids herself.
Power peered around the battlefield, looking for her next victims. To her right, a horde of droids had one clone surrounded as he desperately shot at them. Perfect. She sprang over, flipping through the air and landing on a droidikas back. She speared it with her sabers before jumping off and running to the next droid. Soon, there were none but one left. Power lifted her hand and ignited the force around it, tearing the head from its body.
The Clone stared at her through his helmet. He lowered his blaster, about to speak, but Power beat him to the punch.
“Grovel worm, for you have been saved by Power!”
The clone stared at her. “Uh… thank you? I’m Rex. Caption Rex.”
Power scoffed, raising her sabers in a pose of strength, “I am Commander Power, Commander of the entire republic army! Because I am your superior, you will witness my victory and rely it through the holonet! And Behold, I will be your new Chancellor!”
The clone Rex stared harder. Power could feel his confusion through the force, but chose to ignore it. “And behold now, as I win this battle!”
“Uh, Sir, I think the battle’s over.”
Power turned on her heels. It appeared the clone was correct. There were almost no droids left, and the ones that were left held their hands up in surrender. They would be no fun to kill, “curses upon you!” Power shoved an accusing finger at Rex, “you distracted me and I could not finish the battle!”
“Powy!”
Denji sprinted across the battlefield, the orange skinned Torgruta from earlier beside him. They fell in line quickly, Denji panting, “we are so dead Power! Do you know how mad Aki was when you jumped from the ship? You can’t just do that every time you see fighting!”
“Commander.”
“Rex!”
Power shifted her accusatory finger to Denji, “I did no such thing, lying heathen!”
“Yes you did, ask Topknot!”
“Lies! All lies!”
“Uh, if I could chime in,” the young Torgruta interrupted, “first, thanks for the support. Second, can we get an explanation?”
Denji and Power exchanged glances. The latter puffed out her chest, “grovel in my presence, fiend! For I am Darth Power the Powerful.”
The Torgruta put her hands on her hips, “that’s what I’m talking about! You call yourself a sith, but the sith work with the Separatists. You can’t actually be a sith then?”
“I am the most feared sith of all, and the most powerful Jedi of all!”
The Torgruta blanked. Denji hastily cut between the two, “yeah, just ignore her. Ask my master about it later, he’ll explain better than I can. But she’s on our side, don’t worry.”
“I am on the winning side, worm!” Power screeched, and socked Denji in the mouth.
Rex and Ahsoka stared blankly and the ensuing scuffle. Power seemed to be attempting to bite Denji’s arm through his robes, while Denji smacked her in the head to get her off. The two onlookers shared a glance, equally perplexed by what they were watching. Power, giving up on biting Denji, swung around onto his back.
“Denji, I bore of this! Be my steed!”
“Hell no!”
Rex cleared his throat, removing his helmet to talk to Ahsoka. “So… who are they?”
Ahsoka sighed, rubbing her temple. “The reinforcements.”
“Them? They’re Jedi?”
“I think so. At least Denji is. He’s a padawan like me.”
Rex nodded slowly, and turned back towards the scuffle. They were both on the ground now, Denji in a headlock while he repeatedly kicked his attacker. The two stood watching for a moment, before a stern voice filled the air.
“Stop that, both of you!”
Power and Denji froze at the voice, turning their heads toward the sound. Two Jedi crossed the battlefield, an angry looking man, and behind him, Anakin. Ahsoka smiled at her Masters approach, raising a hand in greeting. Anakin smiled back, upping his pace to a jog. He studied alongside Ahsoka, laying a hand on her shoulder, “good job, Snips! You held the line until reinforcements. I’m proud of you.”
Ahsoka smiled, heat rising in her cheeks. But before she had more time to pride herself, the other Jedi reached the scuffle and tore their frozen bodies apart.
“Are you kidding me? First you ignore direct orders and jump from the ship, now you’re fighting? Do you know how mad I am at both of you?”
Denji at least had the reason to look ashamed. Power, on the other hand, puffed her chest. “ Do not accuse me, I did not jump ship! I merely saw hundreds of battle droids and chose to destroy them!”
The Jedi blanched, “that isn’t even an excuse, at least attempt to lie about it!” He sighed, seemingly remembering where they were, “we’ll talk about this later.”
Anakin cleared his throat, “Ahsoka, Rex, this is Knight Aki Hayakawa. He leads the 617th.”
Rex put up his hand in salute, “good to meet you, commander.”
“Likewise.”
Ahsoka reached out her hand to shake, “I’m Ahsoka Tano, Master Skywalker’s padawan.”
Aki accepted her hand, smiling, “it’s nice to finally meet you. Skywalker speaks highly of you.”
Ahsoka turned to her master, inquisitive, “do you too know each other?”
Anakin ran a hand through his hair, “Hayakawa’s a few years my senior. We were Padawans at the same time, and went on a few missions.” He turned, raising an eyebrow at Denji and Power, “last I heard you only had one apprentice.”
“I am no apprentice! I am Darth Power, leader of the known galaxy!” Power interjected before Aki could silence her with a glare. Once he was sure Power had shut up for good, he turned back towards Ahsoka and Anakin, motioning at Denji. “Sorry about her. This is Denji, my Padawan. And this,” he paused, looking at Power, “is Power. She’s been in cryo sleep since the old republic, and was only recently found by Master Makima. She has graciously offered to fight beside us in battle, as a sort of… second padawan.”
Ahsoka could tell from the look on his eyes this agreement was anything but gracious.
Anakin arched an eyebrow, “the old republic? You were in cryosleep for quite some time. I’m honestly surprised you survived.”
Power smiled, pride plastered across her face. “Yes yes, any mere mortal would have perished. But I am no such thing, and kept both myself and meowy safe.”
“It was a very well built cryo-pod,” Aki muttered.
“Alright then,” Anakin started, “should we call for a ship? We can reconvene with Master Obi-Wan on the cruiser.”
Aki nodded, patting his saber at his side. “Yes, lets.”