“I have been expecting you, Captain.”
A red glow silhouetted Darth Vader. His lightsaber hummed as he held out his hand
in a C shape in front of him.
The man in an almost mustard shirt
pulled at his collar and dropped his weapon.
The weapon clattered and skittered across the floor while the man fell
to his knees holding his throat. He
tried to speak, but could not. The man
crumpled to the ground unable to breath.
He writhed for a moment and then was still.
Darth Vader lowered his hand to his
side and nudged the body of Captain Kirk with his toe. He was
dead.
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