Snaps the neck of a Jedi

Vader strode into the hut, where he used the Force to grip the man around his throat and wrench him into the air. His bright red lightsaber pointed directly at the man’s chest.

Victory.

And yet, on the cutting edge of perception, reason to reconsider.

Vader cocked his armored head.

“I sense someone far more powerful than you nearby. Your Master … Where is he?”

The choking Jedi Knight struggled to speak. “The dark side has clouded your mind. You killed my Master years ago.”

“Then you will now share his fate.”

Vader raised his blade to cut down the Jedi Knight, but before he could swing it the lightsaber suddenly flew from his hand. The Dark Lord wheeled around to attack, his free hand raised to crush whoever dared oppose him.

He hesitated, an uncommon move for Darth Vader—

—and the apprentice felt his mind spin with shock—

—at the sight of a human child standing in the corner of the hut, dirty and bruised by the fall, dressed in clothes bearing Wookiee touches similar to those of the man still hanging in the air behind the Dark Lord. The boy held Darth Vader’s lightsaber in both hands. The tip danced, but only slightly.

“Run!” choked the Jedi. “Run now! Don’t look back!”

“Ah,” said Vader with dawning understanding. “A son.”

Turning back to the father, he clenched his left fist. The awful sound of bone cracking was clearly audible—as was the boy’s sudden gasp of horror.

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