This piece of writing, which I hesitantly call a
*poem* is a scenario that deals with the
conflicting thoughts of Vader on the second
Death Star. I made up using quotes from the Star
Wars Radio Drama and the Return of the Jedi Radio
Drama. These quotes, I might add are not always
in order of when they are said. I have however,
kept the same people saying them. I do not own
Star Wars or the radio dramas (though I wish I
did ; ). The characters and situations
portrayed here belong to George Lucas and the
late Brian Daley, who wrote the radio dramas.
No money in being earned and no infringement is
intended.
Dedication: To Brian Daley. Thank you for the
*great* expansion of the SW stories in your radio
dramas and in the Han Solo stories. Your expertise
will surely be missed.
Return of Anakin Skywalker
by Bria
Saturday, January 3, 1998
In the throne room,
I wait, a Dark Lord
along side my emperor.
To turn my son,
Or kill him dead,
which will it be?
Suddenly, my son says
"I'll never turn to the darkside. You've failed Palpatine.
I am a Jedi, like my father before me."
A thought comes to me, could this really be true?
Am I still a Jedi?
As my son suspected, is there still good in me?
NO!,
That is not possible,
I must obey my Master.
My son speaks again,
"The deathstar is doomed Palpatine,
and so is your Empire."
Where have I heard practually those same words?
Back in time my memory flies
To when I held still my daugher (my daughter?) watching Alderaan.
"O'Tarkin, if ever there was a shread of humanity in you of these
twisted creatures of yours, it's dead now. You are at war with life itself.
You are enemies of the universe. Your empire is doomed."
Yes, I see it now,
the Empire is nearing its end.
Should I save my son or obey my master?
My son screams in agony
as blue lightning fries his skin
"Father, help me."
"My son!"
I move towards Palpatine
to take him to his death.
The emperor screams in hatred
"Ahh! Vader release me.
Vader I command you, put me down!"
I quickly walk towards the edge
"My will... down the core shaft,
down to your death."
The emperor pierces my body
with his evil Force lightning
and says, "Vader, I am you Master."
As I fling his body downward I shout,
"Darth Vader's Master,
but not Anakin Skywalkers."
I lay dying and my son comes to me
"Father, can you hear me?
I have to save you."
I look at my son with my own eyes,
"You have saved me, Luke.
Tell your sister you were right about me."
"I'm proud that you've grown into the man I once wanted to be.
Now go my son." I say.
I close my eyes and enter into the Force.
My body is gone,
but my armor remains.
My son takes it with him.
Luke takes my body
in proper Jedi style
to my funeral pyre.
"I burn his armor and with it the name of Darth Vader.
May the name of Anakin Skywalker be a light that guides the Jedi for generations to come.
Rest well father, the Force is with you."
One last apperance I will make
before my final goodbye.
I see my son in victory, with the Light side of the Force.
He sees me
as he stares in to the night.
His golden droid looks too, and wonders at the sight.
"Pardon me, Master Luke,
but may I ask why you are staring into the darkness?
What are you looking at?"
To that my son replies, "Not what, Threepio, who.
Don't you see them?
Three comrades in arms: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Master Yoda, and Anakin Skywalker."
Really and truely Master Luke?
"My photo receptors must be malfunctioning,
I don't see anything."
"But they're here, their fire is back in the universe.
Let it burn high and bright to be seen by friend and foe,
the Jedi have returned."
I smile towards my son,
and with the Force I say goodbye
as the image dims into the sky.
*poem* is a scenario that deals with the
conflicting thoughts of Vader on the second
Death Star. I made up using quotes from the Star
Wars Radio Drama and the Return of the Jedi Radio
Drama. These quotes, I might add are not always
in order of when they are said. I have however,
kept the same people saying them. I do not own
Star Wars or the radio dramas (though I wish I
did ; ). The characters and situations
portrayed here belong to George Lucas and the
late Brian Daley, who wrote the radio dramas.
No money in being earned and no infringement is
intended.
Dedication: To Brian Daley. Thank you for the
*great* expansion of the SW stories in your radio
dramas and in the Han Solo stories. Your expertise
will surely be missed.
Return of Anakin Skywalker
by Bria
Saturday, January 3, 1998
In the throne room,
I wait, a Dark Lord
along side my emperor.
To turn my son,
Or kill him dead,
which will it be?
Suddenly, my son says
"I'll never turn to the darkside. You've failed Palpatine.
I am a Jedi, like my father before me."
A thought comes to me, could this really be true?
Am I still a Jedi?
As my son suspected, is there still good in me?
NO!,
That is not possible,
I must obey my Master.
My son speaks again,
"The deathstar is doomed Palpatine,
and so is your Empire."
Where have I heard practually those same words?
Back in time my memory flies
To when I held still my daugher (my daughter?) watching Alderaan.
"O'Tarkin, if ever there was a shread of humanity in you of these
twisted creatures of yours, it's dead now. You are at war with life itself.
You are enemies of the universe. Your empire is doomed."
Yes, I see it now,
the Empire is nearing its end.
Should I save my son or obey my master?
My son screams in agony
as blue lightning fries his skin
"Father, help me."
"My son!"
I move towards Palpatine
to take him to his death.
The emperor screams in hatred
"Ahh! Vader release me.
Vader I command you, put me down!"
I quickly walk towards the edge
"My will... down the core shaft,
down to your death."
The emperor pierces my body
with his evil Force lightning
and says, "Vader, I am you Master."
As I fling his body downward I shout,
"Darth Vader's Master,
but not Anakin Skywalkers."
I lay dying and my son comes to me
"Father, can you hear me?
I have to save you."
I look at my son with my own eyes,
"You have saved me, Luke.
Tell your sister you were right about me."
"I'm proud that you've grown into the man I once wanted to be.
Now go my son." I say.
I close my eyes and enter into the Force.
My body is gone,
but my armor remains.
My son takes it with him.
Luke takes my body
in proper Jedi style
to my funeral pyre.
"I burn his armor and with it the name of Darth Vader.
May the name of Anakin Skywalker be a light that guides the Jedi for generations to come.
Rest well father, the Force is with you."
One last apperance I will make
before my final goodbye.
I see my son in victory, with the Light side of the Force.
He sees me
as he stares in to the night.
His golden droid looks too, and wonders at the sight.
"Pardon me, Master Luke,
but may I ask why you are staring into the darkness?
What are you looking at?"
To that my son replies, "Not what, Threepio, who.
Don't you see them?
Three comrades in arms: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Master Yoda, and Anakin Skywalker."
Really and truely Master Luke?
"My photo receptors must be malfunctioning,
I don't see anything."
"But they're here, their fire is back in the universe.
Let it burn high and bright to be seen by friend and foe,
the Jedi have returned."
I smile towards my son,
and with the Force I say goodbye
as the image dims into the sky.
