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The man writhed at Vader's feet. His body contorted from the painful needle injections and lack of oxygen from the endless force choking.
Vader kept on forcefully prodding, like a hungry beast thirsting for flesh but instead Vader thirsted for information, Information about the one who had destroyed the death star, the once ultimate weapon of the empire, which was started over nineteen years before and destroyed in seconds by one lucky shot.
However, Luck, Vader knew, had no part. The rebel pilot who managed to exploit the death stars one weakness used the living force. Vader could feel , as he flew his tie past the towers of the death star, that this pilot was very strong in the force. He had no doubt that this was the boy that had been accompanied by his old master Obi- wan and was most likely being trained in the Jedi arts.
Vader's dark face mask was tinted orange with the Centares Reble's jump suit, reflecting the ferocity and ruthlessness that was anchored in his very core.
"I will ask you one last time…..What is the name of the rebel that destroyed the death star?" said Vader easing on the torture. The man's body relaxed, like that of a person on their death bed.
He, breathing his last, whispered in a harsh tone, barely audible, "Sky…..Wal…Kerrrr….".
The commander standing next to Vader in his stiff grey imperial uniform and gaunt pale face said "I believe he said "Skywalker", m'Lord" he paused, seeing that Vader barely moved since receiving the news and was simply staring at the dead man in front of him.
"Which makes sense m'lord, it is the same name we found on Tatooine, on the municipal records of a T-16 speeder which belonged to a 19 year old boy who resided with a family by the name of Lars, on a moisture farm". "Also, it matched the spy's report, that he was one of the passengers on the Millennium Falcon, with Princess Leia and the stolen plans".
Vader still just stood there. The very core of him, which was filled with so much vial hate and anger, began to feel something unbearable. The same pain crept forward that he believed he had diminished so many years before. This boy, this rebel, who was so gifted in the force, he had no doubt now, was the baby that Padmé carried in their last month's together. He had a son. The shock and absolute pain of padmé's death came rushing forward once more, making Vader stagger back from the body. The emperor had lied to him.
She had lived long enough to give birth, for all these many years he thought he had killed padmé and their unborn child, that he in his anger suffocated her, to the point she lay on that port on Mustafar and breathed her last. The scenes and memories of that day had plagued him from that day forth until he at some point managed to squelch them into the subconscious. However, now they came at him with full force. A new….., no old, feeling came forth, one he had not felt since the time of the clone wars. Love, so gentle and so soft, it was easily distinguishable from the other emotions which now ruled his entire being.
However, this emotion was easily squelched with hate. 'Obi Wan hid him from me', he thought anger rising, 'as long as this boy remains loyal to Obi Wan, he is an enemy of the emperors and of mine, but maybe I can turn him into an ally, overthrow the emperor and together we can rule the empire. This simple thought sparked obsession in Vader, at all costs he was going to find his son.