Palpatine looked down at the medical displays. Around him 21B droids bustled around putting things in order and caring for the priority one patient Palpatine had had admitted.
Young Darth Vader had been retrieved from the river of lava pouring from the volcano in critical state. Resiprators were the only thing keeping the man breathing. That and the amassings of Dark side energy that surrounded him. Palpatine aka Lord Sidious was responsible for those. It was the only thing keeping his forceful apprentice alive and the odds were not in thier favor.
"Sir, we are sorry but we will have to wait and see if -." The droid's attempts at affected optimism were cut off by the abrupt departure of the Emperor from the room.
As Sidious stormed away from the medical bay, his Sithly desire for revenge pounded through his brain. He would be damned if he would let some vaunted Jedi fool steal two of his apprentices from him.
Obi-wan Kenobi had already killed his first apprentice at Naboo. Darth Maul had been a most promising warrior, faithful and obiedient. Although his raw connection to the Force was nowhere near the strengh Vader had even this close to death, he had the patience and training of a lifelong Sith. Vader's training had come from the Jedi of all places and his turning had been due to the more subtle talents of his new Master rather than any real devotion.
"If he does come out of this," the thought rose through Palpatine's mind. "He will never be able to live without either a resppirator and serious use of the Dark Force." The cold and evil smile crossed his face. "His loyalty will be of no import compared to his need of my favor." But what was the use of a servant strapped to a bed in the medical ward? Or roaming around on a respirator? Even one as powerful as Vader had shown potential of being. How were either to inspire fear in his enemies? And if Vader ever developed ambitions for himself as Sith were so apt to do, how could he protect his power base?
In his chambers now, he thought of a way to bring his youthful Vader back, should the need ever arise.
***
Late at night, the medical bay had been cleared of all except the fallen
warrior. The Emperor entered, followed by his two best specialists in the area of flash imprinting wheeling in the most advanced equipment in existence.
"Take a careful reading. It is to be perfect. I don't care how long you take." Under the baleful stare of their Emperor, the technicians were loath to bring up how illegal this was. They figured it wasn't worth dying over. After about three hours, they signalled they had finished.
"Good. Take it to the Spaarti cylinder downstairs and start the thing growing."
"Your Majesty, you do know that it will take at optimum fifteen to twenty years for this clone to be of any use to you." The more junior tech ventured.
Mercifully he was ignored by his Emperor.
Palpatine had the cylinder moved to a secret base of the ancient Sith Order, that only truly iniated Sith ever heard of.
And so, as Vader did eventually get better and was equipped with a portable respirator, the clone was forgotten. But it remained intact and stored within it's memory was the mind of a young man on the brink of the line which divided the light and dark side of the Force.
The years passed.
And then he woke up.
Okay. Hope you liked it. I will continue only when I have seven reviews. Ideas are begged for. When does he wake up? Will he follow Anikin or Vader's path? How does he interact with his family/ friends/ Jedi/ Sith/ etc,.? Please as always R&R. Thanks. :-)
Young Darth Vader had been retrieved from the river of lava pouring from the volcano in critical state. Resiprators were the only thing keeping the man breathing. That and the amassings of Dark side energy that surrounded him. Palpatine aka Lord Sidious was responsible for those. It was the only thing keeping his forceful apprentice alive and the odds were not in thier favor.
"Sir, we are sorry but we will have to wait and see if -." The droid's attempts at affected optimism were cut off by the abrupt departure of the Emperor from the room.
As Sidious stormed away from the medical bay, his Sithly desire for revenge pounded through his brain. He would be damned if he would let some vaunted Jedi fool steal two of his apprentices from him.
Obi-wan Kenobi had already killed his first apprentice at Naboo. Darth Maul had been a most promising warrior, faithful and obiedient. Although his raw connection to the Force was nowhere near the strengh Vader had even this close to death, he had the patience and training of a lifelong Sith. Vader's training had come from the Jedi of all places and his turning had been due to the more subtle talents of his new Master rather than any real devotion.
"If he does come out of this," the thought rose through Palpatine's mind. "He will never be able to live without either a resppirator and serious use of the Dark Force." The cold and evil smile crossed his face. "His loyalty will be of no import compared to his need of my favor." But what was the use of a servant strapped to a bed in the medical ward? Or roaming around on a respirator? Even one as powerful as Vader had shown potential of being. How were either to inspire fear in his enemies? And if Vader ever developed ambitions for himself as Sith were so apt to do, how could he protect his power base?
In his chambers now, he thought of a way to bring his youthful Vader back, should the need ever arise.
***
Late at night, the medical bay had been cleared of all except the fallen
warrior. The Emperor entered, followed by his two best specialists in the area of flash imprinting wheeling in the most advanced equipment in existence.
"Take a careful reading. It is to be perfect. I don't care how long you take." Under the baleful stare of their Emperor, the technicians were loath to bring up how illegal this was. They figured it wasn't worth dying over. After about three hours, they signalled they had finished.
"Good. Take it to the Spaarti cylinder downstairs and start the thing growing."
"Your Majesty, you do know that it will take at optimum fifteen to twenty years for this clone to be of any use to you." The more junior tech ventured.
Mercifully he was ignored by his Emperor.
Palpatine had the cylinder moved to a secret base of the ancient Sith Order, that only truly iniated Sith ever heard of.
And so, as Vader did eventually get better and was equipped with a portable respirator, the clone was forgotten. But it remained intact and stored within it's memory was the mind of a young man on the brink of the line which divided the light and dark side of the Force.
The years passed.
And then he woke up.
Okay. Hope you liked it. I will continue only when I have seven reviews. Ideas are begged for. When does he wake up? Will he follow Anikin or Vader's path? How does he interact with his family/ friends/ Jedi/ Sith/ etc,.? Please as always R&R. Thanks. :-)