Amethyst stared down Darth Vader, her old friend Anakin, lost and hidden under the cold gaze of the Sith Lord. "Anakin... what in the galaxy are you doing here?" she whispered, her voice barely over a hushed awe as she scanned her surroundings, "This station... is in shambles."

That wasn't entirely true, but sometimes, a lie served better defenses around someone like Anakin. Or rather, a Sith Lord like Darth Vader.

He had never managed to crack her walls before, hadn't struck a blow to her core. She'd be damned to let him do so now, especially when she had a pack to look out for.

That's when a young, blonde-haired girl came into view, followed closely by two Kaminoans. Their long necks caught the glint of silver beneath the humming station lights. The female of the pair grumbled something to the young girl.

"Omega, I told you to stop wandering off," she voiced in a gentle reprimand.

Amethyst cocked her head at the sight of the male Kaminoan. Ah, Lama Su, the Prime Minister of Kamino. This was turning out to be quite the meetup.

"Shadow Warrior," Lama Su rumbled a greeting, bowing deeply to her. Amethyst returned a curt nod, her purple tail swinging idly in the breeze. "I would like to sit down for a chat but I need to settle something first," she said, turning towards Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch.

"Head back to the ship and circle around the planet, Darth Vader poses no threat to me," she instructed them calmly.

Crosshair stepped forward, his tone icy as he voiced his disagreement, "We can't do that, Amethyst. And you're not our leader."

Amethyst merely brushed off his iciness, her unblinking gaze fixed on Hunter's. The taciturn clone sighed, "Alright, let's go." He turned and started back towards their ship with the rest of the Bad Batch falling in line, even Crosshair reluctantly trailing behind.

"So, you've finally decided to show your face in these parts again, my Amethyst," the menacing growl of Darth Vader echoed through the eerily silent space as he drew nearer. "Seems you're not ready to part with your saber after all. I thought you had rid yourself of us, of the Jedi, of the Force. But here you are, slinking back."

In response, Amethyst simply grunted and drew her unique purple-green lightsaber from its loop. "The Force is with me, and I am one with the Force, Darth Maul is no threat... and neither are you, Anakin."

Anakin - or Darth Vader, as he preferred to be addressed now - grumbled in reply, "I've already told you, Anakin is long gone. I am Darth Vader." His tone became chillingly cold, a shadow darkening his visage. "I will harm you if you don't submit."

Amethyst hummed, her voice a warning bell. "I thought you'd be nothing more than a puppet on Sidious's strings," she taunted. Her next movement was a quick blur, connecting seamlessly with a startled Darth Vader, sending him sprawling onto the chill of the metallic hallway floor.

Omega, the young girl, jumped back at the unexpected display of power, instinctively tucking behind Nala for safety. Lama's voice cut through the tense air, addressing Nala. "Nala, get Omega out of here!"

The older Kaminoan echoed Lama's urgency, his eyes darting nervously around the area filled with unsuspecting clones, "My lord, this is not the place to settle this! We have plenty of clones to prepare. Wouldn't you rather heed your master's call?"

Vader never got a chance to recover. Before long, he found himself perched precariously over the platform's edge, the relentless sea snarling below like a brood of angry dragons ready to swallow him whole.

"Begone!" Amethyst roared, waving her saber menacingly at Lama who managed to duck just in time. He scampered off to shelter, disappearing behind a bend.

"You... you haven't lost your touch, I see," Vader managed to grunt while he tried to steady himself. But in a blink, Amethyst spread her luminescent wings, launching herself off the platform, and dove towards the turbulent sea below.

Vader rushed to the edge, catching only a glimpse of her disappearing form. Just as he was about to turn around, something clenched onto his cloak. With a harsh yank, he was thumbed off balance and pulled down towards the wrathful sea waiting hungrily below.

Amethyst landed on another platform teeming with clones. Their weapons were raised, a storm of blasters lining up their sights on her. As one, they began to fire, peppering the sky with glowing streaks of deadly light. But Amethyst merely crouched, letting the storm rage around her. Each blast burned off harmlessly, unable to touch her.

A gasp came from Vader - a mix of shock and grudging admiration. "You... you can resist blaster bullets now."

His words hung in the air, only to be drowned by a grunt as Amethyst propelled him into a nearby wall. A shower of books cascaded from a shelf, burying him in an avalanche of knowledge.

"Hands in the air!" barked a clone.

But Amethyst turned slowly to face them, her eyes flashing a fiery amaranthine. The clones screamed, clutching their heads, as a flash of mental energy surged through them. One after another, they fell, their blasters clattering to the ground, lifeless bodies collapsing in eerie silence.

Amethyst pivoted to face Vsader, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that almost rivalled his own. Her teeth gleamed in the low light, a stark contrast against her darkening expression.

"You undermine me each and every time, Anakin," she voiced, her words echoing with a frustration long held in check. "You presume that because you're 'the chosen one', you're stronger than me. Allow me to rectify that misbelief, the Dragon-born are not a myth consigned to the annals of history."

With a swift motion, her hand curled into a fist, gripping onto a chunk of his tunic. He was naturally larger, and she couldn't completely force him off balance, not yet. But she promised herself that she would, soon enough. She was still in her growing years, a few years his junior, but Amethyst knew strength was not merely a matter of size or age. And she had time on her side.

"Why don't you end it, Amethyst?" Vader choked out. His usually composed features distorted with pain, his eyes that of a pitiful creature caught under a merciless boot. His tears spilled onto the dense fabric of his robes, catching the volatile lightning spitting from the angry cloud-ridden sky. "Cut me down and the force will flow to your side in the real world."

"Because I am not a killer, I am not a murderer," Amethyst replied, her voice steady amidst the roaring storm. It echoed the conviction of a saviour and not a slayer. "And I do not kill those who still harbor a chance of redemption."

That was the last thing Vader registered before darkness embraced him fully.