This is a work done at the request of sephirajo.
Fandom - welcome2paradox
Characters - Sadri Oboa, Terava Halcyon, Anakin Skywalker, some Clones
Summary - Sadri's POV of Tera's death. I might rework it to have Sadri react more when Tera is killed but the way I see it she's so numbed from Mace's death that she is only mildly pissed off (at least initially)

Anyway, here goes.



The Temple was completely under siege. Clones swarmed the place, gunning down Jedi after Jedi. The air stank of flesh, boiled and exploded by blasters, or singed and cauterized by lightsabers. The normally pure, pristine Temple now seethed with red and black in Sadri’s Force sight.

Tera.

Her mind rang with that sole thought. She had to get to her friend. She had to stop it. She would not break her promise to Mace. Her promise that she’d set it right. Her fist tightened around the electrum-plated lightsaber that had once belonged to her now-deceased Master, and her resolve strengthened.

Killed. Mace was killed by Palpatine. Who’d have thought that the Sith Lord was him? Sadri had been able to make sense of that much on her journey back to the temple. And Skywalker... the boy she’d christened ‘little cutie’ when she’d first seen him all those many years ago... he was responsible. He had intervened.

He was here. She felt the darkness, the ebbing dark waves that punctuated the young Jedi’s Force signature.

Sadri approached the Temple with caution, sneaking up the stairs.

“You!”

A clone trooper’s voice made her freeze. She turned around and stared into the muzzle of a blaster rifle. His aura was dark, adding to the blackness that permeated the Temple.

He was joined by seven of his comrades. From somewhere else, another one of her comrades screamed as their soul was ruthlessly rent from their body. Anger swelled suddenly through her veins. And she did not fear it.

She embraced it.

It was time. Time to unearth what she’d learned oh so long ago but had denied for so long. Everyone thought she hadn’t been trained in Vaapad. Everyone wondered why.

Sadri was going to show these clones exactly why she didn’t enjoy dabbling in this form.

She became walking death.

Amethyst shattered the dark of the night as Sadri activated Mace’s saber. It was followed shortly by an identical burst of green light. The clones advanced, rifles cocked. Sadri angled her blades and sank down... down into the darkness.

She slashed. Fast. Both blades whirled through the air, cutting down one clone after another. Her face was locked in a scowl that was intensely frightening, given her normally vivacious personality.

Vaapad had that effect on people. It had that effect on her. It’s why she’d made a pledge to herself that she would never use it unless absolutely necessary.

Now was one of those times.

Scowling, Sadri watched as eight clones fell around her, all of them dead. Tera’s Force presence called to her from the top of a long flight of stairs.

She ran. Stair after stair, she climbed as fast as she could, until her lungs seared with pain and her dual sabers felt heavy in her hands.

Her friend still lived, and as long as that was the case Sadri could find the means to stay alive. Never mind the vast, empty void in her soul where her Master’s bond had once been – the void that was filling faster and faster with the darkness that Vaapad brought that she hadn’t the strength to control. If Tera lived, then Sadri could find a way to exist.

She rounded the corner and was met with a horrifying scene.

Tera. Her friend, her confidante, the sister of her soul with a blue lightsaber through her back. Sadri saw nothing but black and the pain that Tera radiated in the Force.

Then:

Skywalker. Little cutie. With his hands around Tera’s neck, choking her to death. Death. He had been an accomplice to the murder of her Master and now, now here he was murdering her best friend. She began to shake as her world was turned upside down and everything became singed with a sooty aura. Sadri was falling, and falling hard.

There was nothing left to live for. No love, no camraderie, just Sadri and her darkness that she embraced fully as Tera fell to the ground, limp and fully dead.

Soul emptied of everything but anger and darkness, Sadri advanced on Skywalker.

“Little cutie,” she whispered coldly, “what have you done?” She flourished both blades in a defensive stance, moving them faster and faster in Vaapad’s dangerously mobile ready stance. The style that she had become adept in, far from the eyes of anyone, was now taking over her psyche. There was nothing more.

Tears sprang to Sadri’s eyes as she walked toward Skywalker, whose lips were pulled back in a mocking sneer. “You can’t possibly avenge them,” he said. “You are a traitor like the rest of them and you will die.”

Sadri scoffed, and a chilling half-smile came across her face: a smile reminiscent of the one that Mace Windu wore so many times in the thick of battle.

“I don’t think so,” she said, the tears still streaming. She swung the purple blade back in a death blow..

...but Skywalker parried. Sadri was so lost in the fury of her own emotion that she couldn’t right herself when he shook her off. She was sent sprawling toward the stairs again. He raised his hand and with a push of the Force, sent her flying down the stairs. Her blades shrank away, but stayed in her hands as she toppled down the stairs, pain emanating from everywhere. She skidded to a stop at the bottom and saw Skywalker at the top. Seething, immersed in Vaapad, Sadri ran back up the stairs.

Sadri. Don’t.

Tera’s voice came from the Force and it stopped Sadri in her tracks. “Why?!” She was screaming to the night, to her friend. “Why not? Why can I not die trying?”

It’s unecessary. All you have to do is live, you fool.

“But... but I don’t want life!” Tears kept flowing, and Sadri’s voice went hoarse. “I don’t want this pain! I don’t deserve it!”

Pain is only temporary. Death is forever. Run, Sadri. Please.

“I can’t run away,” Sadri pleaded. Existence was painful. Life was painful. The Force was empty, her soul was empty and the Jedi Temple was empty.

Please. Run. He’ll get you too.

She didn’t want Tera to be angry, wherever in the Force she was. She would do what her friend wanted. She was still ever loyal.

And then she ran headlong into the rest of her maddening days.