*Authors note: Hey everyone, so this is the first ever fanfic that I wrote around two years ago I think, I've never published anything here before so here goes nothing, hope you like it*
Copywrite: George Lucas thank you for blessing us with this universe
It was her eyes which caught him off guard. The way those two fearless chocolate orbs bore into the lenses of his mask with such fierce determination and resolve almost rendered the dark lord of the sith speechless and they would have if it wasn't for the legion of storm troopers currently occupying the same hallway as himself and the now captive princess.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I am a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan." The young senator claimed though he barely heard her words for his focus was elsewhere. The resemblance to … her, was astonishing; the same eyes, same stature, same hair, even the same love and pitiful devotion to democracy. He needed to get away from here; Darth Vader did not feel these kinds of emotions nor did he allow a mere child to practically destroy the barriers holding back a torrent of painful memories of another time and another person with just a single look.
As soon as the area was cleared he made his way off the now secure tantive IV and back into dark hanger bay of the now familiar star destroyer which had been so graciously gifted to him by his oldest friend and mentor. His heavy footsteps echoed as his subordinates parted making room for his large imposing figure as he strode toward his intended destination, a view port.
Lately it was this particular view port where he sought refuge from the constant incompetence displayed by the arrogant moffs and generals whose company he kept only for the sake of his master's pet project. Oh how he wished that he could just rid the galaxy of all of them, he'd gladly dispose of every corrupt politician, high ranking officer or self-absorbed, power hungry individual if it meant he could restore some semblance of order to his Empire. He gazed out to the stars remembering a time when a young boy vowed that one day he would see them all, a time where a young boy had met an angel.
He let out a heavy sigh though his vocal receptors seemed to cover up the sound as his thoughts drifted back to the princess. The similarities between the adopted heir to the Alderaan crown and … her were unbelievable, so much so that he swore if she and their child had survived nineteen years ago that was how he would have imagined her to have grown. He knew they were having a little girl, she insisted otherwise but deep down he knew they would have had a beautiful baby girl with her mother's angelic features and fiery spirit. The princess demonstrated so many qualities of his late wife and for that he hated her.
Anakin Skywalker died many years ago and with him the memory of another life which he refused to let himself ever think about. Now he was Darth Vader second only to the emperor and supreme commander of the imperial fleet, he did not feel love, only anger and hate. The meeting with his latest high ranking prisoner had awaked within him a part of his former self that he had long ago locked away in the depths of his being; the life of that man was no longer his.