Darth Cognus: Hoth Memoir

Star Wars fanfiction invokes Sith-demon Bane's apprentice (Cognus), an ex-huntress who seeks disorientation of a charged Jedi-ally in the Hoth region.

Star Wars fanfiction for Sunday AM. Thanks for reading! 

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DARTH COGNUS: As a Huntress of success, I managed to find IQ for structure.

DARTH BANE: I shall accept your request to become your Sith master/teacher!

DARTH COGNUS: With my new name of 'Cognus' for future-times controls, I tie.

DARTH BANE: You shall engage my enemy, a space-pilot ally of Jedi-force, ha.

DARTH COGNUS: I can immediately sense the target's a threat to Death-Star IQ.

DARTH BANE: Your psychic sense of future-times gave you image of this plan!

DARTH COGNUS: I'll keep our Death Star 'examination' concealed for gossip, ok.

DARTH BANE: Go forth, apprentice; seek out this pilot (Mr. Amlan Satan).

DARTH COGNUS: I know of him; Algerian/American Earthling heroist for Jedi-IQ.

DARTH BANE: We'll make for mezzanines of bad darkness and Sith-languages!

DARTH COGNUS: For art's sake, master (thanx).

The Huntress, once a fierce warrior-woman and merc-lady of heroics-consciousness, succumbed to her nature-fascination with Sith mezzanines and sought-out dark-side education from the very-same Sith-Lord (Bane) whom she'd cornered for her desperate Republic employees who hoped she'd link-up to a Jedi princess trying to exile Bane to a contained cave. The Huntress became Darth Cognus and made mark of the enemy of her Sith-master, Mr. Amlan Satan, who'd become a pronounced self-made space-pilot heroist of Jedi-records for old-Earthling culture-image of social media prestige for economists (Facebook-like!).

Unfortunately, Amlan was busy performing a special premonitions-rich securities-operation in the region of Hoth, a snowy place, where he'd been employed to create safe-zones amidst a surface Sith-consciousness threat, enhanced by future-worksheet reflective machinery, snow-trekker behemoths of badness, and was simply invisible alongside his Jedi-ally laser-fighters trying (desperately now!) to disorient this vehicle threat for Republic sanity (for the Ego!).

COGNUS: At long last, I meet an idealist, a Jedi-ally man of foolishness.

AMLAN SATAN: I see you wield two of those fancy-red Sith sabers of Hell, lady!

COGNUS: I've been commissioned by my master (Bane) to decapitate ya.

AMLAN SATAN: I've been commissioned by my soul to defend with my handguns!

COGNUS: Guns with swordplay makes no valor of weight for my skill-train.

AMLAN SATAN: I doubt you're simply invincible with Sith vanity arms, lady!

COGNUS: Defend yourself, Satan; for I've deflection powers with laser-sabers.

AMLAN SATAN: That's sinister, lady...but I find side-aims (for targeting eyes!).

COGNUS: You speak like a floating pilot-knight, fool.

AMLAN SATAN: For old Earth's sake, lady-of-hellmouth (Selfie-like).

Amlan managed to skillfully and beautifully evade oblivion with post-deflection shots to Darth Cognus' legs and disorient the former-huntress and flee on his ship on Hoth and report back to his aspiring Jedi force allies that this premonition-securities 'examination' on Hoth was certainly some old Earth-realm democracy image of hospitality-readings of everything pizza, polemic, prized, praised, and poisoned (for Jedi-Sith jerseys).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)