This is what happens if you watch my favorite scene from Return of the Jedi
23 times in a row at 12 in the morning. Just some of the things I thought
might have been going through Vader/Anikin's head just before he killed the
Emperor. Very short, but I'm somewhat proud of it. This is also my first
piece of Star Wars that I've released to the public, so enjoy.
Luke fell against the round container as the blue bolts of Force lighting struck his body. He forced himself to not fall to the ground.
The Emperor spoke words, but Vader was oblivious to them as her forced him self to his feet. The Emperor struck Luke again, longer this time. He fell to the ground, thrashing in pain. Vader looked from Luke to the Emperor. Luke managed to cry out for help.
"Father! Please!" His plea was desperate. Vader was torn. Part of him, the Anikin in him, screamed for him to help his son. The Vader part of his mind told him to let Skywalker die for his foolishness. He couldn't decide who was more convincing
The Emperor paused his attack and continued to speak, but again Vader was oblivious to the words. The attack continued. Luke cried for help again. A swarm of emotions rose up from inside Vader. Form inside Anikin.
Voices of his past confronted him. Voices of Vader's past. Voices of Anikin's. Voices of both.
Feel, don't think.
Why do I think you are going to be the death of me?
Don't say that, Master!
Many things will change when we arrive at Coruscant, but my feelings for you will not.
Skywalker will come to you, and you will bring him before me.
Luke, I am your father.
This is so wizard, Anni!
So, you've accepted the truth.
I've accepted the truth that you were once Anikin Skywalker, my father
That name no longer has any meaning for me.
Vader's train of thought snapped. That was a lie. It did have meaning. Vader- no, not Vader: Anikin. Anikin knew what that named meant to him. It was him.
It is not. You are Vader.
Luke's screams were louder, clearer.
Stop the Emperor before it's to late! You are Anikin.
Neither Vader nor Anikin were torn with decision. It was the scared little boy in the middle of their game of tug-of-war that was. The young boy that had just been released from slavery. The boy that watched his friend's body burn on an alter. The boy that had flown the yellow star fighter into space and saved a planet.
But not any planet. Padmé's planet. Suddenly, in the torrent voices, one rang many times clearer and louder tan any of the others.
Save him! He is our son!
Padmé.
Suddenly, there was no conflict. The evil that was Vader gave the game up. And Anikin was victorious.
Without a second thought, Anikin grabbed the Emperor, raised him above his head, and flung him into the reactor.
The Emperor fell, screaming. Then there was no screaming. A barrage of blue flames shot up from the reactor.
After many long years, Anikin was finally free.
Luke fell against the round container as the blue bolts of Force lighting struck his body. He forced himself to not fall to the ground.
The Emperor spoke words, but Vader was oblivious to them as her forced him self to his feet. The Emperor struck Luke again, longer this time. He fell to the ground, thrashing in pain. Vader looked from Luke to the Emperor. Luke managed to cry out for help.
"Father! Please!" His plea was desperate. Vader was torn. Part of him, the Anikin in him, screamed for him to help his son. The Vader part of his mind told him to let Skywalker die for his foolishness. He couldn't decide who was more convincing
The Emperor paused his attack and continued to speak, but again Vader was oblivious to the words. The attack continued. Luke cried for help again. A swarm of emotions rose up from inside Vader. Form inside Anikin.
Voices of his past confronted him. Voices of Vader's past. Voices of Anikin's. Voices of both.
Feel, don't think.
Why do I think you are going to be the death of me?
Don't say that, Master!
Many things will change when we arrive at Coruscant, but my feelings for you will not.
Skywalker will come to you, and you will bring him before me.
Luke, I am your father.
This is so wizard, Anni!
So, you've accepted the truth.
I've accepted the truth that you were once Anikin Skywalker, my father
That name no longer has any meaning for me.
Vader's train of thought snapped. That was a lie. It did have meaning. Vader- no, not Vader: Anikin. Anikin knew what that named meant to him. It was him.
It is not. You are Vader.
Luke's screams were louder, clearer.
Stop the Emperor before it's to late! You are Anikin.
Neither Vader nor Anikin were torn with decision. It was the scared little boy in the middle of their game of tug-of-war that was. The young boy that had just been released from slavery. The boy that watched his friend's body burn on an alter. The boy that had flown the yellow star fighter into space and saved a planet.
But not any planet. Padmé's planet. Suddenly, in the torrent voices, one rang many times clearer and louder tan any of the others.
Save him! He is our son!
Padmé.
Suddenly, there was no conflict. The evil that was Vader gave the game up. And Anikin was victorious.
Without a second thought, Anikin grabbed the Emperor, raised him above his head, and flung him into the reactor.
The Emperor fell, screaming. Then there was no screaming. A barrage of blue flames shot up from the reactor.
After many long years, Anikin was finally free.