I found my drive, and it still had my story! Ohh happy days!
Here is part three.
Vaco awoke in a white hell. Winter’s chill cut though him to the bone, as he laid there on a pile of snow. He glanced around, finding himself wearing a strange red combat armor, adorned with an odd fur robe, and the smoking wreckage of a shuttle to the hill over. Over to his right he saw a vicious battle beginning to unfold. Ebbing pain shot though his side as he attempted to get up. Slowly he rolled over, and with great care he pushed himself up, and wandered over to the fight. Memories began to flood though his mind, as he began to remember the briefings, and the preparations the fleet had made before the Jedi arrived to help. This planet was engulfed in a civil war, and the Republic came to the planets aid. The Jedi were there to try to interrogate captured leaders…
Vaco paused as he thought about that last piece of recovered information. Yet he couldn’t remember the leading Jedi Master, and everything else was a blur…
What happened befor-
As if by a galactic force Vaco was suddenly thrown into the snow before him. He struggled to regain his footing, but found his body unresponsive, and his attacker gone. He tried to call out for help, but no one heeded his call. Glancing around at the battle, the fighting men, the rolling tanks of war, and the ships in the sky, faded into shadowed shapes. Confusion and alarm raced though Vaco’s body. He tried closing his eyes to rid himself of these images, but when he opened his eyes again, the landscape changed. Winter's icy coat melted away to show a dry desert, and then changed again to a city. The landscape continued to whiz by, mountains, forests, cities, grasslands, and hills, but the shadows continued to fight in the ever-changing world. The combatants of the massive battle slowly faded into dark shadows, and time crawled to a halt.
Confused by these events, he looked for a way to escape this hell, when his attention became forcefully riveted on one lone figure. With his Force senses he noticed that the figure seemed to be a Jedi, even though it was shadowed as the rest of the fighting troops. Out of nowhere he watched as other figures walked into the scene, spreading out around the “Jedi”, none of them were affected by the halting of time. Vaco counted their number to be about four. All of them were force users.
A fearful mixture of love and pain crawled up Vaco's spine, as he recognized the lone shadow by violet lightsaber that now extending down the right arm of the shadow, and her stance and great beauty stole his breath. Love and passion flowed though his soul, like a spring though a peaceful meadow. Her mere presence was enough to send him into a world of peace, a world with out care.
Yet this was severally diminished by the surrounding Sith.
“No, please not this...not her, not this” whispered Vaco in horror, as he realized what hand fate was about to play.
“Salvation comes with a cost. Judge us not by our methods, but by what we seek to accomplish.”
"To punish and enslave..."