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The man ran as fast as he could down the corridor, dodging under laser fire as he did so. Occasionally, he would shoot back at those who were pursuing him. He had to get to the control room before they did. He could not risk letting them get the plans.

He skid to a stop around a bend, nearly falling over himself. After he recovered, he swiped his card and punched in a few numbers. The keypad chirped, and the light above it turned green. The door opened, and he ran inside. The door closed just as the stormtroopers reached it. Without hesitation, the rebel trooper shot the keypad. “This better hold them off,” he said to himself. “If it doesn’t, I just made my situation worse.”

The rebel ran down the short corridor and opened another password protected door. The door closed behind him as he stepped into the control room. He removed his helmet and began his work. He downloaded the information about the whereabouts of a rebel base onto a chip, then deleted it. He now had to make it to the escape pods. 

On the brightside, stormtroopers could not hit a bantha if it was ten feet away. On the downside, there are only two exits to this room, and both led to the corridor that the stormtroopers were in. This ship had poor interior design.

The rebel ran down the second corridor and prayed that no stormtroopers would be present. When the door opened, he was happy to see that the stormtroopers seemingly had moved on. Then he looked to his left.

A dark figure looked down on him, his dark mask shining under the lights from the ceiling. Darth Vader raised his hand. As he did so, the trooper began to rise from the ground, and his throat began to close up. As the rebel kicked his legs, Lord Vader stood still and watched as the trooper gasped for air.

The rebel went limp and fell to the ground. “I’ll be taking this,” Darth Vader said, using the Force to bring the chip to him. 

Vader turned around to see a corridor filled with rebel troopers. He chuckled to himself as the rebels began to fire. “I have done this on numerous occasions. No army will stop.”

He pulled his lightsaber out of its holster and turned it on, using the Force to stop lasers and throw them back at the small army of rebel troopers. 

He ran forward, swinging his lightsaber violently to deflect any lasers that shot at him. Once he reached the army, bodies began flying in every direction. He lifted some up, and slammed them onto the ground. In a matter of seconds, not a single one lived. He turned his lightsaber off and continued walking down the hall. 

He rounded a corner to find yet another army. Pointing his lightsaber towards the ground he turned his lightsaber on and shrugged.

Rest in peace, David Prowse. May the Force be with you always.