Note: The Coruscant Air Traffic Control is a bit of a head-canon; it does exist in Legends, but I couldn't find many details about it, so I came up with my own.
Note: Unlike in the original video by Star Wars Theory, Vader keeps his helmet on.
Note: sorry 'bout the missing dash-thing on Padme's name. Too lazy, dunno how to "type" it out without searching her name on Google, copying and pasting it, and then editing the format. (my fault... plus, she's only briefly mentioned once or twice in the main storyline. hehe. if you wanna suffer through the "extras", go ahead.)
Note: sorry 'bout the mix-up of "M"-dashes in the form of: "-" and "—". They're interchangeable. Word Doc's been irresponsible.
The operating room was dark. Pieces of crumpled machinery lay on the ground, ruined and abandoned. A hideous, maniacal cackle echoed in the enclosed area, and if the cyborg still had an organic and intact spine, perhaps he would have felt a shiver.
As Vader watched in both terror and fascination, the Emperor spread his gnarled hands on the floor and sent the most powerful, awesome lightning across the ground, melting the floor around the Master. The electric blue threads sprinted towards Vader, shoving him backwards-
Vader's helmet-clad head hit the far wall with immense force, knocking the newly birthed Sith unconscious.
Aching eyes gradually slid open, revealing blazing yellow irises aflame with rage and utmost distress. Panic was pounding in his brain, he could not breathe, he could not breathe- meagerly sucked whatever air he could into charred, useless lungs- where was the air- air- air-
Sidious! He killed my wife, he lied to me, he used me-
PADME, DEAD!
His child... His CHILD, HIS ANGEL-
He could not see his surroundings; all his new vision provided was a heated crimson, so much like the blood of Sidious, the blood he craved...
Kill him... KILL HIM... STAY ALIVE, SO YOU CAN KILL HIM!
In his black rage, the lights on the prison-suit's chest panel flickered on. Breath that was not his own finally filled his lungs, the artificial oxygen sliding painfully down deadened cells. Frantically, Vader searched the room for the puppet master-
Where was Sidious!? All that remained of the Sith's existence was a considerably large hole in the ground. He could not sense his "master" close by, he must have escaped-
Like a demon birthed from the volcanic bowels of Mustafar, Vader rose from the ground. The rage accumulated in his heart, and he gathered all his power into a horrendous, tortured scream, sending a torrent of agony throughout the confining operating room, devastating the remaining machinery, concaving the durasteel walls-
Sidious, I'll KILL YOU-
YOU DESTROYED EVERYTHING-
I WILL FIND YOU, AND I WILL MURDER YOU. I WILL AVENGE MY WIFE, MY CHILD.
An imposing black figure loomed down the spotless halls of the Emperor Palpatine Surgical Reconstruction Center, its controlled mechanical breathing echoing the walls as it staggered blindly in search of the nearest vehicle.
"There he is!" A clone shock trooper, donning a red-painted armor that gleamed in the dim white lights, called out to his patrolling squad.
"Engage!"
Vader's head instantly snapped toward their direction; it seemed that the brothers of his 501st had been alerted by Sidious. Before the clones could even raise their blasters, a gloved prosthetic hand had stretched out and clasped invisible fingers around their necks-
Gurgle. Crack.
In but a few seconds, four limp bodies were callously discarded on the floor. Darth Vader stormed down the hall, rage radiating from him like a ring of lava.
Another squad attempted to form a pitiful excuse of a blockade and take down the seemingly weaponless intruder. Little did they know that the Dark Side was one's most powerful ally.
More dead bodies littered the ground, the fallen eliminated in the same way as their predecessors.
Revenge. Nothing was stopping him from his revenge. He would kill everyone in the galaxy, including himself, if it meant Sidious would die.
Circling around the vicinity of where his crippled body was essentially reconstructed and finding no means of transportation stationed near, Vader sent out the Force to prod the tower that was crowned as one of the tallest structures on Coruscant.
Ah, there. Two levels below.
Soon the cyborg had marched out of the turbolift; a few more clones were dismantled in the process, though the details were of no importance. From his position, he could see his transportation awaiting- transportation that he would have to kill for, yes, but all the victims were simply hindrances to his pursuit, and when his vengeance was at stake, those lives were disposable.
The maddened, murderous demon led a frenzied gait down the hall; once approached, the transparisteel gate that led to the outside swished open. Rain pelted down from the grey-black, overcast sky as Vader made his way to a landing pad that currently housed numerous vacant airspeeders, with clones standing near and ready to depart the facility.
As the cyborg advanced toward the doomed soldiers, the plump raindrops drenched his flowing armorweave cape. The strong fabric billowed and caught itself in the turbulent winds, trying to slow its owner down. Vader nonetheless trudged on, knowing the sooner he had a means of transportation, the sooner he would catch this Sadist of a master.
The heaving breaths of the cyborg out-competed the thunderstorm.
"Take the Jedi down, men!" A clone ordered to his brethren as soon as he recognized Vader as the incredibly Force-sensitive, unidentified intruder who had rampaged the building, and instantly blaster shots came rushing forth-
But they never reached the Sith Lord's body.
Instead, Vader deflected them back, fatally wounding the vast majority of attackers. The survivors, though astonished by this stranger's abilities that almost seemed too powerful to belong to those Jedi scum, quickly raised their cannons once more-
A mighty surge of the Force propelled the remaining clones over the edge of the platform. As they fell, tumbling to the depths of Coruscant, Vader could not help but give an excruciating yet gratified sneer.
Sidious, I'll have you soon...
Tendrils of the Dark Side shot out to search for Sidious' location, only to find...
He was too late. The Sith master was no longer on Coruscant.
Fuming, Vader leapt onto one of the airspeeders, pushed the vehicle's boosters to the max, and flew into the hustling Coruscant traffic.
The ecumenopolis was gargantuan and complex, therefore the predator still obtained a chance to pounce its prey. The demon had an idea but must act fast.
The speeder dove downwards in a sharp 90-degree angle, cutting through multiple airlanes, sending blaring honks to resonate in the stormy air. It suddenly swerved left, scraping past a law-abiding driver's own vehicle, ramming in from the right side. One of the engines was annihilated, causing the vehicle to first drop down by half a lane, then plummet towards the bottom of Coruscant.
The driver was dead- he had to be.
Just a few seconds later, another vehicle was sent spiraling closer and closer to the lower levels.
The traffic violator could not be identified with the regular holocams stationed throughout Coruscant- the black airspeeder was flying too fast, and the pilot's phantom form blended in with the vehicle-
Famalat Ochina, one of the few sentient operators left at the Coruscant Air Traffic Control Center, could hear thumping footsteps in the background as he vigorously focused on the blue display panel in front of him. He ignored the sound, presuming it to be just another co-worker.
Oh, it's probably Crassuis again. He seriously needs to lose some weight.
Khooo... Puuuhr... Khooo... Puuuhr...
A booming baritone voice seared itself into his ears. "You will provide me with a list of all ships that have departed Coruscant since twenty standard minutes ago."
No. Definitely not Crassuis.
No manners, either. Huh.
Famalat ignored the stranger's improper request, continuing to scour for any hints towards the identity of the violator. It was a dreary day—his mood was already unpleasant, and his ego demanded himself to not put up with such a discourteous thing.
So uncivilized.
"You will provide me with a list of all ships that have departed Coruscant since twenty standard minutes ago, AT ONCE."
And who the kriff are you, to talk to me like that?
Ochina swung his chair around, ready to educate the ignorant fool, only to find a skeletal black mask peering down at him with what was probably the most terribly hostile glare he had ever encountered in his entire lifetime. (Ironic, really—this thing wasn't even exposing its organic eyes... Right?) The operator cringed backward as he felt goosebumps begin to rise from his skin. He swore the menacing figure looked familiar...
"Who are you calling an ignorant fool?" The machine thundered as it hovered over Famalat's pathetic, mortal, and therefore destructible body.
The temperature in the room dropped by several degrees; Famalat stared up in dread, sliding from his chair and cowering on the ground, his eyes shining with tears and his clammy hands trembling from trepidation, his constricting throat unable to produce a single sound—
How did it read my mind—how? —
In a sudden flash of recognition, Famalat screamed with all his might: "YOU'RE THE-"
Abruptly he was levitated in the air as an invisible hand clutched his neck, just like how, in his childhood village, his birthmother wrung the necks of chickens to prepare them for butchery-
"Please-" he momentarily felt a flesh hand claw at his throat (was it his own!?), while the other reached out in a desperate plea-
I can't die yet- I can't die I can't die I can't die-
Briefly Famalat saw his co-workers' frightened eyes stare up at him, before he fell victim to the Slayer with a snap of his own neck.
As the lifeless body plopped to the ground, Darth Vader turned to the other workers, who were staring dumbfounded and petrified. It seemed that Crassuis, who had just arrived to helplessly observe the scene, had even unwittingly urinated in his pants.
"Does anyone else wish to join this imbecile?" The robotic voice, callous, harsh and forceful, bellowed out to the survivors.
Everyone-including the droids, many of whose circuits almost experienced a complete meltdown in their shock and fear of deactivation-scampered to find every piece of available data.
As the operators worked with ferocity, Vader lingered like a black shadow, pacing around the computer-filled space with tremendous anticipation.
Upon the discovery of a Theta-class T-2c shuttle that had just evacuated Coruscant approximately 10 standard minutes ago, the demonic machine's rage flared up, causing a deafening howl that shattered the windows of the Air Traffic Center and smashed every worker into the far walls. As the cyborg grit his degraded teeth in seething fury, the machines in the room crumpled and indented, while the walls caved in and cut into the backs of a few workers. The whistling wind that gushed inside joined with the wails of torment, composing a twisted symphony of screams.
Their shouts of agony only aggravated the agitation of the Dark Lord. What useless, incompetent swine! A metal fist, clenched so tight that the groaning of the subpar prostheses was audible to the common ear, was thrusted into an unfortunately nearby computer console in immense lividness. Sparks shot out from broken wires and cords.
"BRING ME A SHUTTLE!"
A droid that was luckily unharmed from the intruder's wrath hastily scampered up from the ground to obey the order, knowing fully well that if the task was failed, surely it would be the end.
When the droid picked up behind him a brave (and brash) shout of defiance, then a loud crunch and final release of breath, the metal legs picked up pace.
As Vader exited Coruscant inside his illegally acquired shuttle, the authorities of Air Traffic Control sent out a distress signal, sending the police force to hunt down the fugitive for the murder of numerous innocent civilians and traffic operators, as well as the threatening and theft of property.
Just moments later, several Imperial police gunships were on the pursuit;
However, by then, Vader had already escaped the Coruscant atmosphere.
Korriban... Korriban...
The Force kept whispering in his head the same name, over and over. He was sure Sidious would be on Korriban- he knew, he could sense the truth...
After all, that was one of the most sacred and honored planets of the ancient Sith. Some called it Moraband, some Korriban. Though the Jedi Masters had been brief on their teachings of the Sith, Vader remembered the names and details vividly. It was the homeworld of the red-skinned Sith, the proving and sacrificial grounds of ancient acolytes, and the resting place of the esteemed Lords and savage beasts alike.
And Sidious would be joining the buried in their eternal slumber.
-Clarification (in case people are confused): One of the clones called Vader a Jedi due to his repeated Force-chokes. (The security cams caught footage of the massacre and sent the data to all clones presently in the building, which is how the clone knew this was a dangerous fugitive.)
-Vader can maintain/resume the function of his suit through his rage. This is shown through the Imperial scientist Cylo's disabling of his suit (which lead to Vader kneeling onto the floor), in which after having a vision of his rebirthed self donned in his black suit and rising from the lavas of Mustafar, Vader restarts the function of his suit and stands up once more.
-Sorry 'bout the description of Vader's breathing sound during the Famalat scene. I couldn't figure out how to write it, so I found it on Yahoo. Forgot about saving the link though… sorry to the original "creator/discoverer". Credit's to you.
-Also, "fata"=fate in Latin, "mal"=bad. Splice up the word, change two letters around: Famalat. Bad Fate. Also, crassus means "fat/stout" in Latin. I injected the word with the letter i, and thus a name was created for the large guy/very background character. I know. I suck at names. I don't think Ochina means anything.)
Thanks for reading, constructive criticism is welcomed! :D