Forcing the Issue (Vader preferably)

[Yoda]

It was dark as the small figure draped in a gray cloak walked on the path. The ground shined from the the rain, the elder jedi footsteps could be heard as they made a splash as he walked. He peered out from beneath his now soaked hood the sky was black apart from the sudden bursts of light from the forked lightning which would appear now and again. The old man sighed looking out over the large dreary city. This had once been his home, now it housed nothing but evil. Rummaging through his pockets he took his lightsaber in his right hand knowing well that he would probably be called to use it soon.

As he approached the bridge he pulled down his hood, his features were more revitalized and his eyes had the same hunger for justice they had more than a hundred years ago. He looked up seeing the Imperial storm troopers which manned the bridge near the middle.This bridge lead the human part of the city. He continued to hobble towards them moving at his leisure. As he neared them the trooper who like he was in charge spoke "You are not aloud to enter this part of the city alien!" he said in a clear authoritative voice. Yoda looked up slightly amused he began to laugh. "I did not train in the imperial army to be laughed at by scum like you" the guard replied, with that the storm troopers picked up their weapons and began to fire on Yoda.

Their was a flash of light as Yoda simultaneously swiped outwards with his lightsaber and activated it. He sent one of the incoming shots into the ground causing a hiss as the water was burnt the other was sent right past the face of the trooper who had earlier told him to halt. He then leaped forward somersaulting in the air his light saber giving the effect of an arc of pure light. No sooner had he landed than he dodged two shots, dashing towards the captain he rolled forward on the ground with a malice swipe he extended his hand the saber cutting through captains
knee causing him to cry out in pain as he fell over clutching his wound as one half of his leg fell beside him. He turned quickly deflecting the oncoming shots into the sky they rang out with a buzz as they hit against the Imperial force fields above. He then brought up his right hand with ease he called upon the force feeling the warm sensation in his hand he sent
the two men through the air towards the low wall behind the them, they struck the wall with a thud the force of the impact sending their unconscious bodies over the wall and to the floor hundreds of feet below . As his back was turned the captain crawled forward desperately trying to get his weapon. Just as he had crawled near enough and brought his hand down, it was sent sliding out of his reach and towards the feet of the cloaked jedi.
The captain begged clutching his severed leg he pleaded for his life, with a sigh Yoda put him out of his misery with a flick of his wrist he cut the mans head from his shoulders sending it rolling put of his helmet and towards the wall of the bridge.

He walked on knowing the sith would soon hear of this.
The first building to his right as he crossed the bridge was abandoned it had large arches and Gothic architecture. He leaped into the air jumping through the glass of the floor above. It was dark but with a large table and several dilapidated chairs. Water poured down on the now soaked tiles from holes in the roof above. He walked over towards the chair furthest from the leek and began to wait, mulling his plans over in his mind.

[Darth Vader]

Several Weeks Ago...

Lord Vader recieved the news via a personal messenger, who burst onto the bridge of the Firewind. "Lord Vader!" he said, "We have a transmission from Coruscant! There is a Jedi near the Imperial Palace! We confirm that it is not Skywalker!"

The Dark Lord turned to him quisically. "What!?" he demanded. It had been years since the Jedi Purge, and to hear that another Jedi had survived... It all made sense now. "That is how my son learned what he knows. He had a second master after Obi-Wan..." He headed toward the docking bay with all the speed he could muster, running rather then walking toward his destination. It was time to extinguish another Jedi's life, and he would do so with all the extreme prejudice he could possibly give.

A few moments later, Vader was disembarking from his shuttle at the very site in which Master Yoda had dispatched the Emperor's men so easily just a bit earlier. He had no personal guard with him, only the lightsaber that he held in his right hand. He looked about the scene, looking at the manner of execution they had recieved. Lightsaber wounds, it was obvious, which meant that there was indeed another Jedi who had escaped him. It was a mistake which he would personally correct now.

With a grim promise in his mind, the Sith started across the bridge even as his transport took off behind him, keeping his senses extended to search for the Jedi who had dared come to the very capital of the Empire.

[Yoda]

Yoda suddenly was jolted from his train of thought as he felt a dark presence, he had finally come. Pulling up his hood he walked to the window. The weather had worsened and rain now fell heavily. The water literally puring of of Darth Vader's mask. Yoda took a moment to grin it was quite funny to see the near ruler of the universe with such urgency. As he crossed the bridge Yoda took the moment to draw his lightsaber. He took careful note of how Vader moved it gave him an indication of how he would move in the fight.

He sensed anger and fear the likes of which he had never felt before, Lord Vader had become more machine than man. This left him vulnerable, because no matter how well built his robot arm was it could never compare to the natural.

As Vader neared the bridge the cloaked figure jumped down, his small size and large cloak allowed him to float gracefully towards the ground. He landed in a large puddle taking a moment to gage how slippery it was. Seeing his opponent cross the final part of the bridge he pulled down his hood and looked up at the sky and at his surroundings it was vital for him to know everything around him as they would be the things that give him and his devilishly fast ataru style the edge. He heard the eerie sound of Vader respiring.
"Fallen completely into the darks side you have Anakin" the figure said in his unusual voice.

Yoda clutched his lightsaber in his right hand ready for Vader's response, a sith was capable of anything and he must be ready for that.

[Darth Vader]

A flash of anger came over him at the sound of the name Anakin. It was more intense then the anger he always felt, which he mostly molded from his fear. His hand shot out, his thumb and fingers forming into a vice-like motion as he extended the Dark Side toward this small green midget, whom he barely remembered, but still managed to recognise as Master Yoda. It had been years - decades, even - since he had seen the old man, but still he dared not underestimate the 900-year-old Force master. He knew that brute force was no match for a true master, as he and Yoda both were at this point, and so he was subtle, balancing his enormous Force strength with finesse and skill as he wrapped the master in his deadly grip.

Invisible fingers would slowly begin to wrap their way around Yoda's tiny neck, not going for the slow choking motion he used to punish his subordinates, but thrashing about him wildly, both suffocating him and trying to break his neck in a single furious blow. As he continued putting his grip over him, his free hand ignited his lightsaber and his dark, mechanised voice rolled out, washing over him as the crimson beam of his lightsaber sprung to life. "That name is nothing more than a ghost!" he shouted out, trying to most painfully remind Master Yoda that he was Darth Vader now; Anakin lay dead, a decaying corpse in the recesses of his mind.

He couldn't help but be a bit afraid; after all, this was no ordinary Jedi master like Obi-Wan Kinobi. Even Mace Windu wasn't on the level of Yoda. He would have to be exceedingly careful about this if he wished to continue living. He already knew that he personally would rather die here then run and face the wrath of his master, who although less likely to kill him would be far more fierce in his punishment for letting such a prize as a Jedi's corpse slip through his fingers. He had to win and cast the ancient Jedi's corpse at his master's feet. Only then could he be content with the situation.