"All who gain power, are afraid to lose it."
Those words resonated in the mind of Darth Vader, deep in meditation aboard his
personal star destroyer. He knew of how powerful he had become, yet how far
he had fallen in the process. Once an agile Jedi, unequalled in his desire
to impress the Jedi council and to be with the one he loved.
No more.
Now he is simply the man behind the mask, yet where his bodily limitations fail him,
his knowledge of the force in its essence could only be rivaled by that of the
Emperor himself. There comes a time in the life of a Sith apprentice where the
master must be struck down and the apprentice takes the mantle. That time drew near.
Vader could easily have the emperor killed by one of his many assasins that work for
him, known only as "The Network". Alas, this is not how the game would be played.
The respect that Vader had for the Emperor could be compared to the compassion
that he once showed his former master Obi-wan. He had unlocked the door to the
greater power that Anakin Skywalker had dreamed about for many years. But at the same
time Vader knew there could be no feelings towards a man that would trade him off
for a younger, promising apprentice. Towards the man who's schemes and plots
resulted in the death of his wife, he promised that he would save her... he lied.
The reason as to why he had let her die were clear to Vader, it was his plan all along.
The resulting rage in Vader was the catalyst to unleashing a wave of pain and destruction
unseen in the galaxy since the days of Malak and Revan. From the day of her death
to the present, he swore revenge on the Emperor, who had used him as just another
card on the Pazaak board.