A long long time ago in a galaxy far far away.
Space.
Cold.
Dark.
Empty.
The Planet Tattooine, a small, dirty blot of land sitting motionless in void. Its only companions, two suns, whose rays beat mercilessly down upon its cursed ground.
A satalite, not used in centuries, floated idly above Tattooine's thin atmosphere. The thing was alone, performing its eternal dance in the skies, with no one to watch, no one to care. An echo of some mechanic voice sounded off the metallic body. Soon the whisper grew to a roar. A thundering sound, deep amd intimidating. The small satalite began to tremble, as if in fear of the unkown doom which had descended upon it. A darkness crept over the rusted corpse, the suns' light eclipsed by an immense shadow, the essence of darkness, fear, evil. The shadow was evil, and it was searching for something. Something frail, a small glimmer of hope, something that threatened to destruct the evil. The shadow would find the hope and crush it, crush it as a soft rose petal is crushed beneath the heel of a boot.
~
A figure cloaked in black stood on the bridge of The Pursuiter, looking out the stern window. In the bottom right-hand corner of the window, shone the insignificant speck of Tattooine. The figure focused on the planet, he could feel a presence emitting from it. The feeling was distinctly familiar, yet totally alien. He yet again focused on the presence, bringing it out of hiding, stripping away its mask. Suddenly a voice shakily sounded from behind him.
" Err. Lord Vader, sir."
"Yes Captain?" Vader's voice was deep and mechanical, a voice from hell.
The captain swallowed hard, regaining his composure. " Well. uh. it seems sir that we collided with a small object, thought to be an old satellite. Shield efficiency appears to have dropped to 99.8% sir."
Vader looked down at the nervous man, deeply annoyed. He had almost uncovered a hidden secret, something he felt was of great significance. And here this measly maggot of a man had interrupted him for the passing of useless information!
" Thank you Captain," Vader's voice was emotionless, " You are dismissed." With that Vader turned his attention back to the planet.
The captain let out a sigh of relief, and started towards his post. Vader clenched his palm into a fist and squeezed tightly, putting strain on his mechanical hands. The captain behind him was gagging and being held up in the air, as if some giant invisible hand was choking the life out of him. The captain glared into the back of Vader's polished helmet, seeing his own contorted image of anguish. The crew's faces remained mostly expressionless, except for the fear that burned in their eyes. Vader, having never turned from his spot, flicked his wrist and let his hand relax. The young officer was slammed hard into a computer panel, and then fell to the cold, metal floor. Blood flowed from the captain's injured head, but he wasn't dead, not yet. A pair of paramedics rushed onto the bridge and carried the unconscious man out.
Vader searched for the presence on the planet again, but it was lost. He felt anger, anger that he had been interrupted by the fool captain. Vader strode out of the bridge, he needed to meditate on this matter, alone.
Space.
Cold.
Dark.
Empty.
The Planet Tattooine, a small, dirty blot of land sitting motionless in void. Its only companions, two suns, whose rays beat mercilessly down upon its cursed ground.
A satalite, not used in centuries, floated idly above Tattooine's thin atmosphere. The thing was alone, performing its eternal dance in the skies, with no one to watch, no one to care. An echo of some mechanic voice sounded off the metallic body. Soon the whisper grew to a roar. A thundering sound, deep amd intimidating. The small satalite began to tremble, as if in fear of the unkown doom which had descended upon it. A darkness crept over the rusted corpse, the suns' light eclipsed by an immense shadow, the essence of darkness, fear, evil. The shadow was evil, and it was searching for something. Something frail, a small glimmer of hope, something that threatened to destruct the evil. The shadow would find the hope and crush it, crush it as a soft rose petal is crushed beneath the heel of a boot.
~
A figure cloaked in black stood on the bridge of The Pursuiter, looking out the stern window. In the bottom right-hand corner of the window, shone the insignificant speck of Tattooine. The figure focused on the planet, he could feel a presence emitting from it. The feeling was distinctly familiar, yet totally alien. He yet again focused on the presence, bringing it out of hiding, stripping away its mask. Suddenly a voice shakily sounded from behind him.
" Err. Lord Vader, sir."
"Yes Captain?" Vader's voice was deep and mechanical, a voice from hell.
The captain swallowed hard, regaining his composure. " Well. uh. it seems sir that we collided with a small object, thought to be an old satellite. Shield efficiency appears to have dropped to 99.8% sir."
Vader looked down at the nervous man, deeply annoyed. He had almost uncovered a hidden secret, something he felt was of great significance. And here this measly maggot of a man had interrupted him for the passing of useless information!
" Thank you Captain," Vader's voice was emotionless, " You are dismissed." With that Vader turned his attention back to the planet.
The captain let out a sigh of relief, and started towards his post. Vader clenched his palm into a fist and squeezed tightly, putting strain on his mechanical hands. The captain behind him was gagging and being held up in the air, as if some giant invisible hand was choking the life out of him. The captain glared into the back of Vader's polished helmet, seeing his own contorted image of anguish. The crew's faces remained mostly expressionless, except for the fear that burned in their eyes. Vader, having never turned from his spot, flicked his wrist and let his hand relax. The young officer was slammed hard into a computer panel, and then fell to the cold, metal floor. Blood flowed from the captain's injured head, but he wasn't dead, not yet. A pair of paramedics rushed onto the bridge and carried the unconscious man out.
Vader searched for the presence on the planet again, but it was lost. He felt anger, anger that he had been interrupted by the fool captain. Vader strode out of the bridge, he needed to meditate on this matter, alone.