The Stormtroopers continued to pour from every nook and cranny along the countryside, an almost never ending hoard of white armor. Red blaster lit up the daylight sky like a Zeltronian meteor shower. Smashbolt stood side by side with Darth Leia, cutting down Stormtroopers like saplings being harvested. Both women were fine tuned killing machines, turning and firing, spinning and slashing, kicking and punching anything that came near her. Their bodies glistening with sweat, gleaming in the sunshine. Their cruel smiles could not be ignored, spread across their lips, worn with a delight found in children.
Leia's twin purple lightsabers arced through the air, the burning ozone roiling into the sky as she slaughtered the puny Stormtroopers by the dozens. Each stroke of her blades either ended the life of a hapless soldier, or deflected a blaster bolt. The efficiency of her Force induced battle trance was a measure of lethal not seen since the days of the Great Sith War. Blood spattered her glossy black garb and dripped off her bare skin as it mixed with the sweat. "Lord Vader can send as many of his useless soldiers as he sees fit, I will have his head this day!" exclaimed the Dark Lady as she stabbed the tip of her blade through the eye of the nearest Stormtrooper's helmet.
"Leave these insolent bastards to me, Mistress. Go after Darth Vader and I'll cover your advancement," giggled Smashbolt as she fired off rapid shots in an ever expanding outwards arc as she mowed down an advancing squadron of Scout Troopers. Even as they fell, the onyx armored woman spun one hundred and eighty degrees to plant her boot heel in the chest of an advancing Trooper. A hail of blaster file erupted on her seven, but evem as they left the barrels of their owner's rifles, Smashbolt executed a mid-air barrel roll out of the way and laid down a barrage of return fire. "I've said it before, my Lady, and I'll say it again: these DL-44 blasters you gifted upon me are stellar!"
The steady stream of Troopers came to a screaming halt, their blasters silenced across the battlefield. The lethal ladies gathered themselves, falling into a defensive back-to-back stance, surveying the field for the cause of the sudden cease in aggression. In unison, their eyes fell upon a black clad figure, standing tall, striding their way. His visage hidden behind a horrible mask, his black cape flowing ominously behind him. Darth Vader, the Dark Lord of the Sith had arrived. "Did you truly think you could defeat me, young lady? Have you learned nothing from our last encounter?" breathed Vader as he ignited his ruby red lightsaber, bringing it's full length to bear on the women.
"As we've practiced, Smashbolt. I want the killing stroke for myself. Do NOT fail me," growled Leia. Her fury began to spiral, her anger growing in intensity, her hatred swallowing the landscape, retaining only the visage of her father. "It is over now, father. No longer are you the Master. I have surpassed you in power, in ability. It is the way of the Sith, and it is time for you to die!" The Force poured from her in a terrifying display of raw power. The purple hue in her violent Force abilities streamed from her eyes like an orchid fire, blazing with intensity. She focused her energies into a Force Storm of incredible proportions, hurtling a barrage of lightning bolts at Lord Vader.
At that instant, Smashbolt peeled off from Leia's side to begin a distracting strafing fire alongside Vader's profile, trying to make him decide between deflecting her blaster fire or Leia's Force Storm. Smashbolt gritted her teeth as she poured her strength into her acrobatic fury of leaps, flips, contortions, and rolls, all in an effort to keep Vader's focus strained to it's limit while she shot off round after round from her twin blasters, reloading new power packs with frightening speed.
With hardly an effort, Vader used his free hand to deflect every single blaster bolt that came his way, all the while entangling the lightning bolts from Leia's Force Storm with his lightsaber, easily parrying them aside. With a push from his lightsaber hand, he pushed the Force Storm right back at Leia, who in turn swallowed the energies back into herself. With the other hand, Vader used a Force grip to grab Smashbolt right out of the air and hurled her into the ground. "Surely, you can do better than that, daughter. If that is the best you have, then perhaps I've chosen the wrong apprentice. This time, I'll do more than crush your bones, I'll crush your life. But not before I humiliate, break, and kill your pet. I shall delight in torturing her before your very eyes, and then killing you bo--!" The air from what was left of Vader's lungs suddenly left him as the boot from Smashbolt came careening into his back, throwing him forward.
The opening was well planned, and even better executed. Even before the strike had landed, Leia had built up her Force powers to focus her into muscles, moving with lightning speed. She leaped into the air, screaming down on Vader with both sabers ignited, all the while Smashbolt rained down a series of punches, kicks, and pushes to distract him. The ploy worked, and as Smashbolt landed a bone crushing elbow into Vader's ribs, shattering that same elbow, Leia landed in front of her father. Vader's head rolled across the blood-stained battlefield, his body crumpling to the ground. Victory was Leia's. She was now the Master. Only one man stood in her way, and she knew she had a lot more preparing to do before she could consider that.
"Computer, end simulation," said Darth Leia to no one in particular. Suddenly, the scenery disolved, her father's body evaporated. What was once an epic battlefield, with mounds of bodies strewn about soaked into blood, was now a pristine white training room. "This simulation went well, Smashbolt, but we were lucky. Even the simulation was able to shrug off my Force abilities, and your distractions were less than helpful. We have much work to do before we proceed. Go and rest, my dear. We will be leaving tomorrow for a new mission. You'll need your energy.
