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Greene watched the sword shatter and he snarled.
"You filthy bas*ard," He snapped, whipping out his gun.




Pat nodded and hurried after Z'eroth, before frowning.
"You want me to take him? since I'm bigger and, well, stronger?" He offered with a slight smirk.

Darth Vader, gripping the hilt of his lightsaber firmly with both hands, held it in a stance where it vertically dipped forward; resembling the calm and composure of an experienced Samurai warrior. As silence thickened within the room, the only noises remaining were the Sith's and the Furry's breathing, vehemence imminent...




Z'reoth, struggling to look back at the grinning gray wolf under the pressure of Haruki's bulk, offered a haughty chuckle in kind.
"Nay. I rather think not— Urrgh... Aah!" he stumbled while climbing a set of stairs. He fell and swirled on his back, but soon regretted such a place of positioning...
"Mrrrph! Ommm... rrr!!" came his flustered voice, muffled and quietened under Haruki, whose tush was now completely covering his face. As he flailed his arms and wriggled his limbs, it was no use. He laid in discomfort as Haruki's tail drooped over his head.

One thing was for certain: no matter what condition the black and white Furry was in, he always... stunk.

Pat laughed and picked Haruki up with ease, hoisting him over his shoulder.
"Come on." He chimed.



Greene glared emensly and huffed.
"Okay you make the first move." He decided, honestly not really knowing what to do!

"Ugh..." Z'reoth moaned, holding his head as he ran up the stairway. Greene was in the room just up ahead...




Darth Vader just stared on, and realization dawned on him.
"You will never be able to so much as scratch me with the weapon you now hold. Here." he said, throwing a spare lightsaber at the Furry. The crystal installed made the laser's coloration green, just like its owner...

Greene smirked.
"Of course." He chimed, rushing at the lord, his light-saber turned to strike.

Darth Vader exhaled quickly, and with one hand parried the strike thrown by Greene horizontally. His arm steadied, he pushed Greene back against the walls, causing sparks to sprawl across the floor.
"Your form is imperfected..."

Greene brought his knee up to Vader's stomach and kicked him hard.
"You ain't nothing gramps." He snarled, twirling his saber like they did in the movies.

Darth Vader repelled the kick with the hilt of his lightsaber, and intercepted the blow Greene soon delivered, sending sparks to the air as the two weapons clashed.
"You are skilled for a novice..."




"Hurry! We musn't dawdle!" Z'reoth said, running through the catwalk that lead to Darth Vader.

"You're not so bad yourself Ani." Greene teased, recalling young Vader (Or known as Anikan at the time) in the first movie.


Pat huffed and continued carrying Haruki.
"This guy is so fat bro.."

"That name is lost to me..." Darth Vader scoffed, memories flickering in his eyes, perhaps recollecting Padmé for a brief window of time. "Your taunts are inconsequential; and it is you who will lose this battle, not I." he proclaimed, slashing his lightsaber forward!




"He is a corpse! Do not mock him, you brusque dog!" Z'reoth barked. In truth, Haruki was rather muscular and thin, but apparently there was always one defining feature of his that turned Pat off: his rear-end.

Pat rolled his electric green eyes.
"Right.."


"But Padmé does! And you miss your kids! Luke and Leah!" Greene tried, dodging the saber elegantly.
"And they don't know who you are, but they coooould!"

"Tick tock, move that flock!" Z'reoth panted, running into the room where Darth Vader and Greene fought at last. Though as he entered, he walked into an unfamilar scene... The black-clad warrior held one hand to his forehead, and appeared to be looking down in melancholy. ...He was wide open!

"Greene, you dolt! Strike him down!" the black-haired youth yelled, even as Darth Vader stood there, unable to react as feelings of nostalgia swelled up inside of him...

"but..Im like his therapist now.." Greene mombled helplessly, before Pat grabbed his light saber and thrust it into the lord's stomach.
"Sorry." He apologized curtly and Greene almost came to tears.
"AWW bRoOOO I was getting THROUGH to him."

Darth Vader, not uttering a sound, fell backwards with the lightsaber thrust through his chest. Lifeless.

"...Is that all? ...Odd. He put up much more of a challenge when I faced him..." Z'reoth confessed, staring down at Lord Vader, sounding almost sympathetic to the man who stole Haruki away from him. As the black-haired youth looked to Haruki's body, tears immediately streamed from his eyes and down his face.

"...Come. Follow me. I know the way to the item of which we seek..." he waved one hand toward him, giving a sign that he wanted the two to follow him. His voice cracked with grief...

Greene frowned and sighed, grabbing the lightsaber as well.
"I'm keepin' this!!"