(Author's Note: Hellllllllooooooooo there everyone. TigerVolcano5000 here with a brand new story! Hope you all enjoy the first chapter of "Skywalker's Return".
Prologue
Darkness. That's all that he could remember. Pitch black darkness, preventing from seeing anything. He also felt cold, which a small part of him found strange given his "defenses". But most of him just wanted to sleep.
"You must awaken." Hearing a strange voice, he shook his head and drooped back down. "You must awaken NOW!" His eyes suddenly shot open upon hearing the loud and demanding tone of the voice. He could move his body, but still found himself in the same darkness that he's been in for who knows how long.
"Where am I? Who are you? Show yourself!"
"He's a demanding one, isn't he? This is a waste of time".
"Oh hush you. His reaction is understandable and you know why this must be done."
"Don't you hush me, woman! I'll tear you limb from limb!"
"I would like to see you try, you annoying self-conceited fool!"
"It would be my pleasure you whiny little bitch!"
"ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU!" The two voices he heard earlier were silenced by the first he heard.
"I want answers!"
"And answers, you shall receive." Suddenly, a flash of light blinded him and he was now able to see. He looked down and saw himself black armor with black gauntlets and boots, a cape, a panel in the center of his chest, and he felt his head to feel a helmet. In an instant, memories came flooding back to him in waves. He remembered who he was: the sith lord known as Darth Vader.
"Where am I?" In front of him, three flashes of yellow flashes appeared and revealed three figures. The first was a female with yellow skin, royal-blue eyes, and black hair. She wore a brown cloak the covered her body and a piece that covered her head. She also had strange black markings on her chin and a silver tube attached to her waist.
The second figure was much taller and much more intimidating. He was a man of large build with yellow and black skin. He had yellow eyes, fangs, and multiple horns on his head. He wore dark gray armor with was large around his chest and his left arm was prosthetic. He also had a silver tube attached to his waist but his was longer.
The final figure was on of tall, but not as tall as the other one, height. He wore metal armor around his body and a mask that concealed his face. He wore a cloak with the hood covering his head and the rest leaning off behind him and had the same silver tube attached to his waist as the others.
"We've called you hear for an important reason, Skywalker." Vader flinched at the mention of that name and this didn't go unnoticed by the three figures.
"I don't deserve that name."
"Oh stop whining. It was years ago, get over it!"
"Bogen, shut it now!
"That's enough. You deserve an explanation. You are aware of the Force, yes?"
"Yes," this was a simple answer for Vader as he's known of the force for most of his life.
"What is the Force, Skywalker?"
Vader once again flinched at the name "Skywalker" but answered anyway, "It is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us: it binds the galaxy together. But I don't understand what my knowledge of the Force has to do with who you people are. Or, why I'm here!"
"You're correct. First off, who we are. This," he motioned to the woman, "is Ashla, the goddess of light. This," he motioned to the yellow eyed man, "is Bogen, the god of darkness. And I am Nirva, the god of balance. We are the gods in charge of governing the Force." This left Vader silent. Three-quarters of his life he knew and has been learning more about the Force, but he never heard anything about it having gods. "As for the reason we summoned you here-."
"It's to finish the job that you failed so miserably," Bogen all but snarled.
"As much as it pains me to say it, Bogen is right," Ashla said, with sympathy written on her face.
"What do you mean?"
Nirva sighed, "You, Skywalker, are the Chosen One. The three of us were the ones who orchestrated your birth. It was your destiny to destroy the sith and bring balance to the Force, a destiny that has been left unfulfilled.
"What are you talking about? I did destroy the sith. My," he hesitated for a moment, "master and I were the last ones. With our deaths, the sith have been eliminated throughout the entire galaxy. It's over."
"I wish that were true, but it isn't." Nirva then waved his hand and a small white orb appeared. As the orb got larger, Vader heard noise coming from it. When he looked, he saw the inside of a large ship that was similar to the ones he was used to. He saw a figure in front of an army yelling and waving their arms. But Vader's surprise came with what this figure pulled something from his belt: a lightsaber. The weapon of the sith and their ancient enemies, the Jedi. The blade of the lightsaber was a blood red color. Suddenly, every figure in the army all pulled out their own lightsabers and Vader became lost in the sea of red.
"That's…impossible," he turned to the three gods, "How did this happen?"
"Shortly after the sith lord known as "Darth Sidious" had the Jedi's own army turn on them, some were able to survive."
"Yes, I know," Vader said in a depressed tone as memories came flashing back to him. Specifically, the hand he had played in the destruction of the Jedi Order. The faces of dozens of Jedi that were riddled with shock, betrayal, and anger, a small group of crying children huddling together, a room filled with corpses who all perished by a blue blade, the sight of a large building burning, ...and then darkness.
"What you may not know of is of the small group of Jedi that fled together. Their plan was to rally allies, form an army, and destroy the sith and the traitorous clones in one swoop. But, as time went on, their views and ideas changed. They saw how the sith had been able to nearly completely wipe the Jedi out and seize control of the galaxy in such a short time and they began to truly believe that the dark side was stronger."
"You say that like it isn't," Bogen commented with a smirk plastered on his face.
Ashla shot him a glare before continuing, "One of them stepped forward and claimed that he should lead due to him always being the strongest. Somehow, they were able to get their hands on a sith holocron and began training themselves in the ways of the dark side. In time, they began recruiting more and more sith to their army. Their plan was to wait until the war between the Rebel Alliance and Galactic Empire had ended, then they would wait and destroy the victor."
Vader thought this over, "How long has it been since I died?"
"Nearly two decades?"
Vader's eyes widened beneath his helmet, "So, the sith have been growing in power and numbers-?"
"For more than fifty years," Bogen finished.
Vader was shocked. In fact, "shocked" didn't even register. He was downright horrified. Because of him, there has been a new sith empire growing for nearly half a century. He and Sidious had been able to control the entire galaxy for twenty-one years. That size of a sith army? Nothing and no one in the entire universe was safe.
"But, that's why we've brought you here today."
The former sith lord turned to the balance god, "What do you mean?"
"We created you to bring balance to the Force. While through no fault of your own, it was a mission that you failed. We're giving you a chance to correct that mistake."
"You mean?"
Nirva smiled, "Yes. We're going to bring you back to life." To say that Vader was surprised was an understatement. Meeting the gods of the force and being resurrected by them? He'd never heard of something like that.
"The sith army is spreading to the farthest reaches of the galaxy, far in the Outer Rim. To a planet known as Earth, unknown to you or anyone else in the central part of the galaxy. That planet was the original home world of the human race, and is very strong in the Force. We believe that unlocking its ancient secrets will reestablish your true power and gave yourself the strength necessary to destroy this new threat. To provide you a better chance, we will restore your body to its state before your turn to the dark side. Before you truly became Darth Vader. Do you accept this mission?"
"Yes," Vader felt that the answer was obvious. He wanted a chance to fix the mistakes he has caused. While this won't undo them, it'll be his redemption.
"Good. The earth is nothing like anything you've encountered to this point, but you must never give up. When you arrive in this new system, you'll have something we gave you to aid in your mission. We wish you the best of luck on your new mission...Anakin Skywalker." Before Vader-no Anakin could comment, the three gods shot beams of energy from their eyes. Ashla's were yellow, Bogen's were black, and Nirva's were white. Anakin only felt immense pain from what they were doing until he figured out their reasoning: they were fixing his body! Underneath the suit, he could feel the skin he'd lost decades ago begin to heal itself. He could feel hair growing on his head and even his lungs being fixed. All before he lost consciousness.
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Slowly, Anakin opened his eyes and, for the first time in years, was greeted to sunlight. He stood and looked at his surroundings. He appeared to be in an alley behind a dumpster? Was this their idea of a joke? As he moved, he could see humans walking past the alley. Oddly, they wore clothing that Anakin had never seen in his life. But he remembered what Nirva said, that this world was much different from anywhere else he'd been. And he was right about that.
Remembering what the gods did for him before he left, Anakin reached above his head and grabbed his helmet. He hesitated for a second, before breathing and removing it. When he did, he was greeted by the smell of the air and the sunlight on his face. Seeing a puddle on the ground, Anakin walked over and was shocked by what he saw. His face! The one he'd lost so long ago! Even though it's been decades when he's seen his real face, he recognized it perfectly. His fair skin, his blue eyes, his (slightly messy) brown hair that reached the bottom of his neck, and even the scar that was near his right eye.
Taking off his right glove (and being surprised to his own hand again), he touched his face and laughed to himself when he felt the texture of his own skin. After spending about a minute smiling like an idiot to himself, he noticed slight glow coming from his right hand. That's when he realized that he was holding something. It was a small crystal, glowing yellow and Anakin knew exactly what it was: a kyber crystal. These were the most important pieces used when assembling lightsabers. He figured that the gods gave it to him to construct a new one. While an important thing to do, it wasn't at the top of his list of priorities.
Before he could do anything else, he suddenly was knocked off his feet by a loud explosion that ripped through the calm atmosphere. Anakin looked to see dozens of people running for their lives. Slowly, he peeked from the alley and saw a building that was partially on fire and multiple men wearing black masks and carrying strange looking guns running into it. Although he was new to this world, Anakin was able to tell what those men were up to in short time. Despite how he was in his younger years, he was surprisingly intelligent.
Then, a realization came to him. Jedi are keepers of the peace, and he had to do just that if he were fulfill his destiny as the Chosen One. Deciding not to reveal himself without knowing all he can about this world, Anakin slipped the glove and helmet back on before he began marching to the building that the men had walked into. Without even realizing it, he was marching the same way he did that struck fear into so many in the rest of the galaxy.
Anakin noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that people were staring at him as he walked toward the building. Some in surprise, some in fear, and others in...Hope? As he walked up the steps, he saw the men pointing guns at (what he assumed were) the people in charge with civilians on the ground. Anger suddenly welled up inside him.
Back when he was aligned with the empire, a sight like this wouldn't have even made him bat an eye. He'd seen far worse. But now, with his old personality and views back, he was downright pissed. Anakin effortlessly flung the doors open using the force and showed no fear when the men pointed their guns at him in surprise.
One brave (and I use the term loosely) soul stepped forward, "Who the fuck are you supposed to be?!"
"Another one of those costumed freaks it looks like," another said, with his gun aimed right at Anakin's head.
"Who I am is of no importance to you," Anakin couldn't help but smirk when he saw them all flinch at his ominous voice, "All you need to know is that you will surrender now!" Anakin put the force into his words and some of them began lowering their weapons.
Then one of them, a large man who Anakin assumed was their leader, stepped up, "What the hell do you bastards think you're doing?! Kill 'em!" Coming to their sensing at the sound of their boss's voice, all of the criminals open fired.
Anakin couldn't help but be confused as their bullets bounced harmlessly off his armor. He noted how this was certainly one of the more, for lack of a better term, "primitive" worlds he'd been to in his life.
He shoved his hand forward and sent a few of the men flying into the wall behind them. He flung his hands again and sent more of them flying through the air. The remaining ones were smart enough to realize his power and took cover. Anakin saw one throw a grenade in the air but, using the force, he caught it and detonated it in mid-air.
"You better back off man!" Anakin turned to the voice and saw the leader of the group holding a woman by her neck, with a gun pointed at her head. "That's right, asshole. You're one of those heroes, right? That means you won't let an innocent," he put as much mockery on the word as he could, "die. So, get on your fucking knees or I will blow a hole through this bitch's brain right fucking now!"
Anakin knew he had to approach the situation with caution. One screw up and he'd have even more innocent blood on his hands. Never again. Acting quickly, Anakin's hand shot up at the man. He smirked and pulled the trigger...or at least tried to. He found that he couldn't seem to move his trigger finger at all. "Fuck," he now remembered that this guy had telekinetic powers.
Anakin slowly pulled the man's hands away from the woman, who promptly ran away, before using a strong force push to send him crashing across the counter. The man slowly stood up and saw Anakin marching toward him, "What are you assholes waiting for?! SHOOT HIM!" Turning to where he was speaking to, Anakin saw one of the men holding, what appeared to be, a rocket launcher.
"Oh for fuc-," Anakin didn't have time to finish his sentence as the man fired the weapon and the rocket slammed dead in the center of Anakin's chest and sent him flying through the wall. The men began to laugh and cheer, their heist would be much easier with that freak out of the way.
Their cheers were cut short when they heard the sound of moving rumble and saw Anakin stand up from the attack! Interestingly enough, Anakin's armor had taken the attack pretty well. Though, he wasn't completely unscaved mind you. There were some dents here and there, and the suit was running low on power thanks to the attack.
Honestly, Anakin was having enough of this. Calling on his newfound power, he lifted all of the remaining criminals into the air. The waved their arms and yelled, before Anakin slammed them all into the ground where they were knocked unconscious.
Anakin found himself breathing a little more due to the amount of power that he put into his last attack. It had been so long since his body had that kind of power at his disposal and so it was no longer used to it. He was called back to reality...by the sound of cheering? He looked and saw all of the people in the building cheering and clapping for him. A few of them actually ran up and hugged him! It had been so long since he's felt praise like this, so long since he had done anything that was worthy of true praise.
Anakin walked out of the building to see, what he assumed were, the cops of this world walking to him. "I would like to thank you for your assistance today, sir." It was a middle aged man with blond hair, hazel eyes, and a black uniform. "May I ask who you are?"
"Just someone trying to right the wrongs of his past," Vader said plainly before he walked away. Another cop was about to go after him, but the blond man stopped him and just stared at the armor-wearing Jedi.
Anakin continued walking before heading into an alley to rest. He leaned against the wall and let out a long breath. While this "little adventure" was not part of his original goal, it was at least the first step on his path to redemption. And he knew that it would be a long path.
Suddenly, there was a sudden flash of yellow light next to his feet before it faded away. When he looked down, he saw a small bag on the ground. Curious, Anakin knelt down (which, while difficult, was surprisingly not impossible in his armor) and opened the bag up to observe its contents.
It was the same strange clothes the humans of this world wore and a stack of small green paper. On the front of the bag, he found a note.
"I figured I'd help you get started in your new environment. Good luck Chosen One and may the force be with you," Ashla.
Anakin couldn't help but smile a little bit as, looking to ensure he was covered from the views of the people, began to remove his armor and put on the "earth" clothes.
Anakin now wore a gray hoodie with a dark red t-shirt underneath. He also had on blue jeans, black finger-less gloves, and was wearing sunglasses. Anakin looked himself over, "I feel weird. But, I am supposed to fit in." To Anakin's shock, the rocket launcher did more to the armor than he originally thought. While hardly making a dent, it actually really damaged the systems. His only guess was that he was wearing the first suit of armor he was put in which was the weakest. Only a few pieces of the armor were still usable and/or useful. So he placed them in the bag, slung the bag over his shoulder, tossed the useless armor pieces in the dumpster, and walked off to begin his new adventure.
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Elsewhere, on the other side of the galaxy, a lone figure sat in the darkness of his ship's throne room. "I sense a disturbance in the force," he spoke in a gravely and ominous voice. A voice that could send chills down anyone's spin. Suddenly, the door opened and three hooded figures walked through. Two of average height and another that was at least seven feet tall.
"My lord," one spoke revealing to be male.
"You all sensed it too, I presume?"
"Yes," the second figure said, revealing to be female, "What could it be?"
The figure pondered for a moment, "Something I haven't felt in a long time."
The first figure stepped forward, "How should we act sir?"
"You are going to send a small group of our warriors to the coordinates of this disturbance and investigate."
"As you wish, my master." The three all piled out as the figure stood up and glanced out his window into space.
"Whatever you are, whoever you are, you won't be able to hide from me."
(Author's Note: Annnnnnnnd there ends the prologue. Sorry if not much happens, it's only meant to set a few things up. We'll get into more "marvel" stuff in the next chapter. For the record yes, I do believe that Vader could survive a blast from a rocket launcher without dying but not without damages. I mainly did that because Anakin needs to blend in and can't do that with a large black suit of armor. On another note, looks like an enemy knows where Anakin is. Question is, what's he up to? Review, favorite, follow, and I'll see you all next time.)
