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A/N: This story is a request from the core of justice.

Darth Vader's POV

Gone.

The Death Star was gone.

General Tarkin was dead.

Those idiotic rebels had destroyed everything I had worked so hard for. Their arrogant spirit combined with sheer luck was the end of my grand plan to create an even stronger Empire. To think, it was all done by a child with little experience. Some teenager, from a sand planet of all places, had a power in the Force that had a strength that rivaled some of the greatest Jedi I have ever known. The boy was untrained and yet he already possessed such power.

My escape ship was still spiraling out of control as anger filled my mind. I allowed a spoiled little princess, a lowlife smuggler who has a reputation with Jabba the Hutt, and an inexperienced farm boy with such an optimism his presence made me nauseous.

Or, perhaps my nausea was coming from this incessant spinning. The black infinite space looked white as the stars morphed into place. Suddenly, an array of images came before me.

There was a young girl. She had brown hair pulled back into a complex style with three distinguished bumps and wide brown eyes. She wore a white cloth-like fabric that wrapped around her tightly. Her skin looked dry. She looked directly at me and then pulled dark goggles down to shield her eyes.

There was a gust of wind and then sand began to engulf around her. I squinted my eyes to try and find her silhouette, but all I could see was the sand whipping around almost like a tornado. It was a mixture of yellow and tan, and I could almost feel the penetrating heat like I was back home on Tatooine.

A flood of emotions followed. I thought of my mother, and how she was brutally taken away from me. Tatooine was a place where nothing good could arise. All that came from that retched planet was sweltering heat, sand that could burn through skin, and unlawful death to innocent people who have committed no crime.

I was reminded of the first time I met Obi-Wan. He was peculiar, but he was everything I wanted to be. He was a Jedi, a hero from the stories I use to hear when my mother rocked me to sleep. Obi-Wan was supposed to be perfect, and instead he was but an utter disappointment. He lacked empathy and did not know what it meant to seek revenge. He never knew true loss.

And Padme...The girl I thought to be angel. It hurt me to think about her. I felt a pain deep in my chest at the mention of her name. Even though she tried to stop me from becoming my true self, I cannot hold her responsible. She did not know any better. I loved her, and that was why I had to destroy her. Love is weakness.

The sand stopped swilring, slowly falling to settle back into place. The silloutte of the girl stepped forward, but instead of being the same person, it was now a Stormtrooper. There was a bright red mark of blood across his helmet. He ripped off his helmet and revealed a young black male. He was panting heavy, fear evident in his eye. He was looking all around, his eyes landing on me. He stared at me, his chest moving up and down rapidly.

I began to say something, but then the boy disappeared. I sat there, perplexed, staring into the now still stars. It seemed that my escape pod had stopped spinning. But, why had I seen those people? What did it mean?

I looked down onto my dashboard and clicked on the location screen. The dimly lit screen started blinking rapidly, avidly searching for my location. After a few moments, a red box popped up that read: Location cannot be found. Current system is unidentified.

I slammed my fist onto the dashboard in frustration. I needed to get back to Emperor Palpatine. He would not be happy with me. I reached down and clicked on my com to try and reach him.

"Emperor," I inhaled slowly. "Surely you have heard about the Death Star."

Static.

"Emperor Palpatine?"

Static again.

How odd. Perhaps his com system is down? Or maybe everything on this blasted escape pod is utter garbage. I knew we should not have hired such mongrels to take care of important matters such as these. They are completely incompetent and cannot be trusted to do anything other than wire useless necessities.

I let out a sigh and began to power on the controls. I would just have to find my own way back to the Emperor. I will just find a planet and demand that they allow me to contact him. I flipped up a few of the switches and pushed forward on the throttle. My small pod began moving forward.

I glanced down and decided to give my location screen another try. As I began to research, the escape pod was jerked backwards. I let out a small gasp of surprise and spun my chair around.

"Thank the Gods." I whispered as I saw the giant ship before me. I could recognize the Empire's battle ships anywhere. I knew most of the designs, and while this one was quite different than most I've seen, I could recognize a few signs that gave it away.

The ship was using a gravitational force to pull me into its loading dock. I glanced around with little interest as the Stormtroopers latched my escape pod on firmly. I clicked open the hatch and began to unload from my seat when I noticed that all the trooper's turned their guns on me.

"What do you think you are doing?" I hissed, anger boiling up inside. Were these unranked troops really going to try and shoot me?

None of them replied. They just stood there, holding their blasters up at me.

"You will speak when you are spoken to!" I held out my hand and began to Force choke the Stormtrooper closest to me. The others stepped back suddenly, their weapons lowering as they watched one of their own try to struggle against my power.

"It's you." A voice came from across the room.

I spun around, letting the Stormtrooper fall to the ground. I was taken aback at the sight before me. There was a man dressed similar to me. He wore all black and had a mask. Even his voice was deeper than it should be. Why would Emperor Palpatine allow a battle ship captain to replicate me?

"What is the meaning of this? My men attacking me? Where is your com system? I need to contact Emperor Palpatine at once."

"Emperor Palpatine is dead." The person spoke and took a few steps forward. "I can't believe it's really you…"

"Dead? The Emperor is not dead!" I scoffed at this statement. This Captain must be deranged.

"He died on the second Death Star."

"There was only one Death Star, I know because I was instrumental in its construction." I vexed. "Just, who are you? Spreading lies about the Empire! Things like that will get you killed."

The man cleared his throat. "I am Kylo Ren. I am the leader of the First Order, and I am finishing what my deceased Grandfather started."

"And, who was that?" My impatience was rising. This man was clearly unstable.

"You, Darth Vader. My dead Grandfather is you."