Prologue

It was raining on Coruscant. The thick drops splattered against the windows of the former Jedi temple. Outside of the grand entrance, numerous imperial security teams waited so they could allow any additional access for military personnel that was needed. Three miles away an imperial shuttle was en route to the temple, carrying one of the most important men in the galaxy. This shuttle was followed by an escort of four TIE fighters, two in the front and rear. On the shuttles landing platform there were two rows of stormtroopers with their guns raised, forming a tunnel for their leader.

Today was a big day and the Empire risked nothing.

The shuttle descended onto the landing platform as the four TIEs arced off. The scent of fear was thick in the air as all the stormtroopers straightened up, not wanting to disappoint their lord. The ramp of the shuttle opened with a loud hiss and steam billowed from the entrance and the black clad figure stepped out. Accompanied by two royal guards, the man slowly made his way down the aisle. His jet black cape fluttered in the wind behind him and you could hear his steady breathing over the sound of the rain, which just added to his intimidating aura.

This man's name was Anakin Skywalker, but that wasn't the name he went by anymore.

Anakin stopped at the doorway and a small man stepped out of it.

"Lord Vader, it is an honor sir," the man spoke in a heavy accent. "Please allow me to escort you to the Emperor. "

"Of course Major Sola. Is he ready to see me?"

"Yes sir," the man, Sola, replied.

The two men strode into the temple in silence. As Anakin looked around he noticed that things must have changed dramatically since he had last been there. The large ornate windows were as beautiful as ever, and the cityscape it revealed looked the same, but there was a different feel to the whole atmosphere as the temple was now shrouded in evil.

Anakin had once been a great Jedi, a champion of the Republic, the chosen one and had been destined to destroy the Sith. All of that was believed until he became a pawn of Chancellor Palpatine who turned Anakin into a Sith and renamed him Darth Vader. Palpatine then showed his true colors, turning into Darth Sidious and destroying the Jedi with the help of Darth Vader.

Now everyone called Anakin Darth Vader, even Anakin himself, yet deep inside Anakin knew that it was the name of the machine, not the man inside it.

Sola stopped outside of a large doorway that was being guarded by two royal guards.

"Good luck my lord," Sola said suppressing a grin.

Vader, who did not find it so amusing, turned and walked into the room.

It was the old Jedi council chamber and it still contained all of the chairs of the dead masters to which they belonged to. Palpatine sat in one of the council chairs with his hood up so you couldn't see his face. Vader kneeled down.

"It is an honor my master," mumbled Vader. Palpatine did not look pleased.

"I wish I could say the same," he spat.

"What do you mean my lord?" There was a pause.

"You have failed me lord Vader." There was another pause. "Was the purpose of your mission not clear?"

"With all due respect, I killed many Jedi while on my mission. How those two keep evading me remains a mystery to me. My lord I assure you it was not my fault."

A pang of anger that wasn't his own surged through Vader. Sometimes he wished he didn't have force senses.

"If it is not your fault lord Vader, then it seems funny that the two Jedi that have not been confirmed dead seem to be two of the Jedi you were closest to," finished Palpatine in a tone that warned Vader that there would be punishment if he said another word. "You will finish the Jedi."

"Yes my lord."

Vader bowed his head and exited the room. A stormtrooper squad was waiting for him outside the door, ready to escort him back to the shuttle.

Kriff, thought Vader. Another Jedi-hunt. That was what he had been dreading would happen because lately Vader had had something else on his mind. Lately he had been feeling something odd in the force. He kept having visions of two children, a boy and a girl, who looked familiar, and he had come up with a ridiculous theory. What if the two children were his son and daughter? Padme was dead and she only was pregnant with one kid who would have died with her, but the curiosity was too much.

Vader boarded the shuttle that took off and started a course to the Death Star.

The galaxy was about to change forever…