Bit short but poigiant I feel. Continues from Part 1: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic/8/superman-star-wars-a-new-hope-part-1-of-8/678622/#47
And here's a link to Sheyvan, who comes from the Star Wars Expanded Universe: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Sheyvan
**17 years ago, Yinchorr system**
The Dark Jedi Sheyvan locked his lightsaber with Darth Vader’s inside the cramped quarters of the Lambda-class shuttle. The bodies of several dead and dismembered clones lay strewn at their feet, the members of Sheyvan’s attemped coup-de-tat. The area glowed an eerie red as their lightsabers crackled against each other.
“You are a blind fool Vader!” spat Sheyvan lashing out with his weapon forcing Vader to back up “You are being used by the Emperor!”
“Whilst you Sheyvan,” he blocked the blow and rained down several strikes of his own “Are merely a traitor!”
“HE BETRAYED ME!” roared Sheyvan “Palpatine said I was the only one!”
“It is you, who are the fool!”
More blows, strikes and parries as the two experts tried for weaknesses in the others defence. “You and I could rule the galaxy” stated Sheyvan “God’s! YOU could be the Emperor! I don’t care! But Palpatine must go! Even you Vader must be able to see that?”
More blows with greater ferocity “I can see your point Sheyvan” Vader reached out with the Force and yanked Sheyvan’s sword arm skyward “But you offer what is not yours to give!” Vader sliced down, slicing his opponent from shoulder to hip. Sheyvan looked down at his mortal wound and collapsed onto the floor of the ship. Vader stood over his fallen opponent.
“A Dark Jedi is no match for a Sith Lord”
**14 years ago, Tatooine***
Owen fumbled for his turbo wrench “Yes Kal?”
“Am I different?”
“No son” Owen slid out from under the moisture converter and wiped his sweaty face “Why do you…ask…” Owen did a double take as he saw his five year old son floating off the ground “Are you okay?”
“Yes Pa” said Kal “Can you do this?”
“No Kal, I can’t. Let’s head back home”
“I think we should have a sit down with your Ma and have a chat”
“Okay Pa, race you there?”
And Owen watched as his adopted son flew off like a starship across the barren landscape. He packed up his tools and he smiled. He wished he was there to see Beru's face as Kal flew into the house.