Darkness, just darkness.

Total darkness.

Save for the occasional faint specks of light that were scattered across the plane, there was nothing. Nothing but the empty blackness of space.

Only those dots were mirrored on his dark, faintly hinted with blood red, lenses. Lenses that hid his horrendous eyes. Those endless pools of hatred, rage, anger, and power.

He stood there, motionless, onlooking the empty void of space through the windows of the bridge. Only the sound of his cold, chilling, and mechanical breathing paid him company.

It had been 10 years since Order 66. 10 years since Anakin died. 10 years since he was born. And now here he was, moments from finishing the last leg of his latest objective. Given from the Emperor, his master.

As his mentor told him, it was required for a Sith to reinforce their control of the dark side. This task was horrid, evil, and horrifying. This task was that the Sith must wipe out a mass group of people, using the hate, despair, and fear of their victims to strengthen their connection to the dark side. This most unfortunate prey would, normally, be chosen by the Sith's masters, but in this case, it was different. It was unique. It was new. It was, yet unknown, prophecy.

The Emperor knew that he could not chose the planet for Lord Vader, but had to let him choose which one, for himself. When the process of choice underwent, Vader selected one region in space. Despite there no recorded system, Vader felt through the force that this place was where he was destined to be, destined to purge.

The Emperor could not have been more surprised or satisfied at his apprentice's choice. For that in his years as Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic, he too had stumbled upon this very same system. Although he had never been there, he could sense its importance, it's necessity to stay hidden. Even though he did not yet know why it was vital, he knew he needed it desperately. So, he made sure that it was removed and prevented from being on any record, save for one. This one record was, of course, his own personal record, that only he had access to. This system held a planet. Which would be found out later that the primitive natives called it Earth, what a terrible name.

Now, the Emperor knew what that system was for, it was for his apprentice, the chosen one, to unleash the full power of the Dark Side. This, in the Emperors perspective, was to be the driving force that brings Lord Vader to his predestined power, even so despite his embarrassing defeat on Mustafar.

"Ah Mustafar." Lord Vader thought to himself, back on the bridge. What strange sense of power and pride it brought him. "Obi-Wan, you fool. You had no idea what you had given me." As he continued to ponder of what betterment it gave the Lord of the Sith. It only gave power, through the ever-constant burning pain. The pain that fueled his anger, that powered his rage. At first, it would have seemed to Vader that he would be forever deprived of his power, his glory, he destiny. The Emperor also thought this as well. But, to both of their surprise, very quickly the suit that Vader was seemingly cursed with would become a crucial enhancement of Vader's power. This is what had restored faith into the Emperor for his apprentice.

Vader's thoughts were quickly set off to the side as they were interrupted by an imperial officer. "Lord Vader, we have reached the checkpoint and you ship is prepared for." As the officer attempted to put on an orderly manner, to hid his infinite terror from the Sith Lord. Vader could feel this immense fear as, he felt the same fear of anyone he interacted. It pleased him, made him feel more power through the Dark Side of the Force. Vader then said nothing, but simply turn around and proceed his way down the walkway, down to the hanger.

As he began to descend into the ship, he commanded the nearby troopers that to keep this star destroyer stationed where it currently was until further noticed. He then found himself inside the cockpit of his fighter. Ah, now this was a comfortable feel for Vader, for he had token one of the Empire's most advanced fighters and amplified it with his unparalleled engineering. Everything was fine tuned to his specifications, his needs. He heard the top latch of the cabin roof shut tight, through its maze of mechanical locks. Then the onboard computer lighted up, along with the red interior lights. The sound of the ion thrusters roaring to life filled the background ever so consistently. He knew every single one of these very well. He could just see how everything worked, everything having its on individual purpose and function. Oh, how he admired this ship, his creation, its beauty.

He disengaged the locks on the ships platform, freeing the ship unto his control. He then steered into downward and out of the star destroyer's hanger bay. He then typed in the coordinates into his navigation computer, which quickly calculated hyperspace trajectory within seconds. He simply pulled up the level, and watched as those tiny specks instantly become streaks of light, with the black void form into a dark blue canvas.


Those streaks of light then died out, forming back into those simple dots, and the rich blue back into the never-ceasing darkness. These, however did not catch any attention from the Sith Lord, for all his focus was centered on that blue orb, right in the middle of the ship's view.

That blue sphere, with the considerable amount of yellow and green that covered it. This planet was nothing new to him, for he had been spending quite the amount of time for the past 3 years.

3 years ago, the initial bio scans of the planets inhabitants total were estimated to be over 7.5 billion. In those three years, he had terrorized those people. He had slaughtered their leaders, destroyed their countless armies singlehandedly. He did find enjoyment in those epic clashes. He loved how those foolish soldiers feared him, trembled at the sound of his very breath. That cold, mechanical breath. They all tried their best, but it was to no avail. They had even gone to extreme desperate measures to obliterate the supposed harbinger of death with nuclear bombs. Vader found this most amusing, due to the very primitive nature of these devices. He made sure that these hopeless armies had their volatile weaponry detonating, right at their families' homes. They only had themselves to blame, for they had chosen to anger him, to enrage him.

Vader purposefully made sure that he was never in the same place, using it to build a global-wide scale of fear. With this fear, the more powerful he became. The more hatred they had against him, they more he can do. It was a positive feedback loop, with no survival. This was the power of the Dark Side.

Vader had brought some much fear, death, and decay that overtime, more and more began to worship him as a god of evil, a lord of death. He was mentioned in folk lore, some even told others as nightmares. He was spread as a legend, a myth. The more they had tried to resist this dark lord, the more brutal would their fates be. No one was to be spared. Not the kind or the humble. Not even the women, nor were the children. Vader saw them as chaotic, unruly beasts, without order. They were animals, so he slaughtered them like animals. They deserved destruction. They deserved total oblivion.

Now, there were only 5 million remaining.

Only 5 million left to be annihilated.

As Vader pierced the atmosphere, he looked for possible options of where to start. As his TIE fighter speed through the late evening night, only leaving the horrendous shriek behind, he took some time to observe the landscape. He then found what he was looking for. Making a hard-right turn into nosedive, he proceeded down to the green surface.

Vader landed his craft with the utmost of ease and grace. He chose to start in what the people of the planet would consider to be a rural place. As the top hatch opened, he flung himself out, landing feet first on the moist dirt. As he observed, he was in a forest of some sort, which were surrounded by foot hills to a predominantly massive mountain. This mountain was unlike anything else that he had seen, being unchallenged by any other land mass beyond the eye can see. It was snow capped on the top layer, with the complete bottom half covered by those lush green trees. These trees were a site to behold, towering up high above the ground. They had to at least be around 250 feet high.

His observation was immediately disrupted, for he could sense his quarry in the distance afar off. He could see through the force. There it was, a group of large villages, mainly consisting huts and fire pits.

He knew, at that moment, that he was going to enjoy this, thoroughly.

He quickly teleported himself right outside the first village of three. Using his immense powers, he cloaked himself from visible detection, moving slowly towards the front of the settlement. With night already reigning supreme over the sky, the sense of fear was already higher with the villagers.

Although they could not see nor hear him, they felt something was wrong. They felt the cold he brought, shivering within seconds. Vader noticed that they were more nervous now, for they simply fumbled and tripped from their immeasurable uneasiness.

Some of them repetitively attempted to reassure their fears by claiming it was just a colder night, nothing more. But alas, this was to no avail. For the anxiety of the uncertainty has only grow more, and more, and yet still more despite nothing changing. Or it seemed that nothing had changed.

Their fear was now at almost full-blown panic, with even the slightest disturbance caused an immediate jolt in everyone's heart. Even the children could feel it, to the point some of the began to cry desperately into the dark, out of pure cold terror. Their mothers and caregivers tried to soothe their worries, but failed themselves; due to their own never-ending fear.

The men of the village armed themselves with their own weapons, from swords to rifles. They then stood outside the huts with the women and children. As a show of protection, they kept their guard, barley keeping themselves from the grasps of this insanity.

Vader was most pleased with the amount of fear they had for their unknown hunter. Now it was time.

Time to turn the fear into hatred, sweet hatred. That wonderful hatred that aided the Sith Lords already overwhelming control of the force.

Also with the overwhelming sense of loss to go with that succulent hatred.

The dark lord could barely hold himself for any longer. With every passing millisecond, his lust for power grew, the need to destroy swelled within him. He wanted this, oh how he needed this. He knew that when he would start, he will not stop until the sun has come back up.

Vader could both feel and hear clearly the prey's heartbeats.

Bump, bump.

Bump, bump.

Bump, bump.

As if they were beats for the dance of death, which is was about to commence. With its conductor about to strike at any moment. To unleash their predestined fates. Fates of death, fates of endless damnation.


The villagers continued to cautiously shuffle directionless, like tired ants still moving on. The constant chilling had taken its toll on their bodies, despite only being two hours into the night. They could not sleep, for the fear wouldn't let them. Thus, emphasizing the fatigue ever more.

The cold specter moved into placing, at the mouth of the village. He knew that it was time.

He knew they will fall.

He knew they would beg.

He knew they would surrender.

He knew they would shriek.

He knew they will break.

He knew they were his.

He knew they will die, die at his will. Die in unspeakable ways. Die as their loved ones watched. Die as they begged for mercy. Die as their blood drenched their homes. Die as their bodies were shredded apart. Die as it were predestined.

He made sure that his crimson saber was on the lowest possible power. This was that they would not die immediately, nor would the wound be cauterized. So that they would perish slowly, painfully, and hateful.

He made sure that his steps, slowly, became heard, yet still being unseen. The villagers in response shot their head in fight towards the direction of the sound of those steps, those dreadful thumps. His breath followed, causing the rest to spring up and gain stances.

He could fear the terror in their eyes, almost enough to stop their hearts.

The steps stopped. The breathing did not.

The men raised their firearms, sweat pouring down their faces, despite it being freezing.

Vader pulled out his handle, holding in a downward position, the nozzle jutting away from him.

The armed protectors squeezing their handles in anticipation.

The Sith Lord tightening his grip on his weapon to a stone shattering force.

Bump, bump.

Bump, bump.

Bump, bump.

The villager's hearts were pondering out of their chests.

Bump, bump.

Bump, bump.

It continued throughout the cold and darkness.

Bump, bump.

It pounded at their hearts, hammering at their heads. Slamming on their sanity. Their eyes pulsated heavily with the beat of absolute dread.

Then without any warning, it happened.


Brightness exploded as if lighting stuck, blinding them instantly. As their eyes recovered, the fears of them were realized. There it was, standing in the darkness. Illuminated by the rod of crimson light of which it wielded. It was just as the travelers from foreign lands described. Those red eyes bore into every one of their souls with unknown forces, crushing them with immeasurable dominance.

All those legends, all those myths, the rumors, the stories, they were all true.

For it was death, the destroyer of worlds that stood before them. Their destruction was imminent. They knew this. There was no denying it. They couldn't deceive themselves into the slightest speck of hope.

Their blood curdled at this sight. Some were frozen in fear, some fell in hopelessness. Most opened fired, shouting at this source of terror.

They never stood a chance.

They could never hope to survive.

This wasn't going to be war. It will just be slaughter.

Only slaughter.

The dark lord launched itself at the first unfortunate pairs of men. Slashing at one with his beaming saber. The cut reached from the right shoulder to left leg, the body collapsed under its own weight. The others could only watch in horror as the first victim's innards spill out next to the two parts of flesh, making a nice bloody pile of bodily matter.

The rest of the men's attention was quickly diverted to three who were lifted into midair suspension. Their throats started to contort violently, with the prey snatching at their throats to remove the invisible force that had hold of them. The rest start to back up, witnessing the gruesome fate of the trio, as the three throats busted into thousand segments, showing its matter all over the others nearby.

Being too stunned by this sadistic spectacle, the next group of five where cut down in similar manner as the first one had been torn apart. Moving faster than their eyes could track, the black shadow continued his way through the group of men. One of the men dropped his gun, fell to the knees and began to desperately pray for mercy. The answer has split parting in two downward.

Thrust after thrust, slash after slash. This was the fate of those who fired at the Sith Lord. Vader continued his way through the village, with floods of blood trailing closely behind.

Every swing gave him more power. Every jab transferred more velocity into him. He allowed this to sink in. Oh, how he adored this feeling.

The only sounds that were consistent were the cries, the humming of his sword, and his cold, lifeless breaths.

He noticed that the women were herding the children into the farthest hut, in the deception of safety. He then reached through the force, lifting a 200-ton boulder. He then swung it towards the shelter, crushing those like an insect with a boot. The bones instantly snapped louder than a tree being smashed, with their screams of pain muffled underneath.

Those who hadn't reached the hut in time were sent flying back from the energy of the impact. Some of the children were boys, some were girls. All were near the age of 9. But none of this mattered. They would share the same fate of their parents, the fate of oblivion. The children simply looked up, with hot stinging tears running down their faces. Up in awe at the towering giant with a beam made of stars.

Their cries could be heard by the other villages throughout the night.

Those cries could never have been unheard.


After finishing the first village, Vader moved onto the next. They quickly shared a similar fate as their neighbor. The same corpses, the same stench of decay, the same cries, the same empty settlements. The second one was almost an exact copy as the first, with small exceptions as more fire pits.

The third village, however was different.

The third wasn't a village.

It was something much more disturbing.

There were much more men this time, with better armament and protective gear. Instead of huts, these where concrete complexes. There were no women, no sign yet of children. But Vader could already sense what this place really was. He didn't what to acknowledge it, the thought brought back to many memories of that immature weakling. That fool who failed to stop anything. Who was brash and unskilled.

As the dark lord made quick work of the outside guards with ease, he ventured deep into the main building. There were much more men in here, but stilled had a common ending as those outside. He made his way down the main hall, obliterating all who stood in his way.

Vader came upon to the metal door at the end of the hall. Without even trying to see if it were locked or not, he rammed his shoulder into the door, quickly trailed by a strong backhand. The door shattered into pieces, scattering with dust in midair with such a force that those who were unlucky were shredded into thousands of bloody bits of flesh. Vader proceeded to storm the room with unprecedented haste, brutally slaughtering all of those who were in his sight. Leaving none to be left.

With his blood-stained hands still gripping the glowing crimson blade, he waded through the dusty atmosphere. Than he came near the far-right corner, and immediately stopped in his tracks, looking down at the corner.

There she was, chained to the adjacent walls of stone.

With bruises covering her body and face. One of her eyes was black and slightly swollen underneath, with a steady trickle of burning tears coming out. Her hair was unkempt, with blood running down from the scalp. She wore a dirty and tattered striped blouse, with ripped and torn shorts. She had been in so much pain for the last couple of weeks. Ribs broken, joints sprained, hair ripped, and constant migraines that injured her sanity.

But none of these seemed to be felt for right now, she looked up at the darkly robed, towering giant. Whose beam of light shown on one side of her face.

The only thing that had accompanied them was the silence, the burning flesh, and those mechanical, unearthly breaths.

None dared to move.

None could move.