Great War 5

Chapter Two: Darth Rimas

Star Fighters flew through the stars of space, dodging blasters and cashing into Star Cruisers. Another space battle has begun over Earth but this chapter doesn’t begin here, we go back a few hundred years into the past. (More like the present for us)…
Six teenagers, Sheki, Aqune, Corona, Vakama, Inugoshu, and Strike, walked the grounds of their high school. They are all arguing with Sheki.
“Why won’t you come with us Sheki?” Aqune asked. Aqune had purple hair and pale skin; she wore a black t-shirt with a black vest over it, blue jeans, white socks and white sneakers with a red strike on them.
“I’m very busy, you know that,” Sheki replied. Sheki had long raven black hair that was tied up into a ponytail by a pink hair band; she wore a pink t-shirt with a pink vest, blue jeans, white socks and white sneakers.
“I know, but you could take a break every now and then,” Aqune replied.
“Come on Sheki, it’ll be fun,” said Strike in an attempted to convince Sheki to go with them. Strike was normal skinned with black, short hair. And wore the same kind of clothes as every one else except no vest, just black clothes and sneakers.
“Just going to a dance wouldn’t hurt you… Would it?” Corona asked. Sheki wrapped one arm around Corona’s waist and pulled her close as they walked around the school. Corona wore a regular white shirt, pants, and shoes.
“No it wouldn’t, but you guy’s know very well that I hate dances,” Sheki replied.
“Still, you should go,” said Vakama, bored of this argument. Vakama wore the same thing as Strike except red and had dark red hair with normal skin.
“Yeah, you don’t want Corona to go alone again do you?” Inugoshu asked. Inugoshu wore the same thing as Vakama and Strike except blue with the same color hair and skin.
“Of coarse not, but it’s not my fault she chooses to go,” Sheki replied. Everyone else sighed in surrender. A black jeep pulled up beside them with a black suited, imperial officer style, man getting out.
“Ms. Possible?” he addressed Sheki.
“Depends, who wants to know?” Sheki replied.
“I am Commander Cody of the Sith Armies, my master, Darth Malachor, would like a word with you.”
“Not interested,” Sheki replied again.
“He thinks you would be a great asset to our army and maybe one day its ruler if you become strong enough, he wants you as his apprentice.”
“What? The Dark Lord is afraid he’ll be killed by the Canadians and wants a replacement in case he does? I thought he was supposed to be this invincible warlock or something.” Sheki taunted. The others, (Sheki’s friends), laughed.
“He just wants to keep the old sith traditions alive,” Cody replied simply.
“Fine, I’ll go see what his offer is.”
As the battle raged on over earth, Lord Rimas, wearing the usual Sith get-up, and her daughter, Sara Naim, wearing the same thing, were on a shuttle heading for one of their space stations. Sara slept peacefully in her mothers arms. Sheki stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head before picking up a holo-phone.
“Spartan 006?” Sheki asked turning it on.
“Yes my lord?” The blue hologram of the Spartan 006 replied.
“Prepare for my arrival,” Sheki ordered.
“Yes ma’am.”