Old Enemies: Darth Vader vs Mace Windu

by Ambidextrous Snake

An ancient Jedi Master, the last remnant of the ruined Jedi Order miraculously survives. Before Luke can join his father's side as a Sith Lord, Darth Vader must ensure no Jedi hermits remain. Darth Vader's task, in his eyes, is once again personal. If Old Ben had completed Vader's transition to the dark side, then Mace Windu certainly set it in motion. The rivalry ends on Geonosis.

1. Prologue

[Duel starts on ch3, but recommend as whole]

"Impossible..."

"...We destroyed him."

"It would seem he has, after all this time….survived his injuries."

"No-one could have survived that fall. You showed him the true nature of the Force, my Master."

"Now he is but a bleeding wound in the Force. Lord Vader, find him. Finish what you started."

"He will be destroyed as you command, Master."

The screen switched off, leaving the room a dimly lit retreat for Darth Vader. Alone and crouching, Vader exhaled - a mechanical sigh. He raised himself to stand, and curled his right hand into a fist until the hydraulics of his fingers whimpered under the pressure. He felt himself convulsing, burning, dying all over again. But only in his mind, in his rage. The one person to match his hatred for Obi-Wan. The Jedi hypocrite, come to die with his ancient Order.

The lights flickered on and off, about to implode. The very atmosphere of the isolated room turned ice cold, Vader only saw darkness in front of him. Both his gloved fists were so tightly clenched now they shook under his strength, and the flickering lights with it.

"Sorry to disturb you Lord Vader-" General Veers walked in on Vader, being silenced by the eery, seemingly alive room. As soon as Vader heard his subordinate's voice, the lights were back to normal, the room stopped shaking, and Vader released himself of these troubling thoughts.

"General." Darth Vader did not turn to Veers. Facing away still, he just listened.

Veers glanced around the room as he spoke, puzzled by what he thought he saw. Some kind of power cut maybe, the rumours about Vader's sorcerous ways were impossible. Empire propaganda to scare rebels no doubt. He cleared his throat.

"Our spies believe they have located the fugitive."

There was a pause. "Should we bring him in for questioning?"

"No." Darth Vader turned abruptly.

"I will deal with this Jedi traitor myself."

"Apologies my Lord...But, the Jedi have been extinct for years…" Veers questioned.

"And so they will be again. Bring me my shuttle." Darth Vader exited the room with the kind of disturbing motivation that was rarely seen aboard an Imperial star destroyer.