The gravlift hummed as it raced to the top off the imperial place the white light in perfect contrast to the back metal that shaped it. This design was a mainstay in every official imperial building, star destroyer, and space station. This was part of the elegance that the empire had brought to the galaxy that it so much needed after the years of endless and bloodied conflict that was the clone wars. The sole occupant of the lift was Darth Vader; on his way to a meeting requested by his master. The hum was the only sound in the elevator well besides the raspy noise of Vader's respirator. It had been almost ten years since that fateful day on the fiery surface of Mustafar and Vader remembered those moments every hour of every day since then thanks to the permeate damage done to the dark lord by Anakin Skywalkers former jedi master Obi-wan Kenobi. Darth Vader still winced at that name, Anakin was his former life, his old identity that he had destroyed to become the dark lord he was now. He did his best to remove any once of Skywalker that remained in the hallow shell that was darth Vader. The only reason his old life was coming to mind today was the location of the meeting with his mater; the imperial palace. Formally the temple of the jedi but after their betrayal and defeat at the hand of Lord Sidious, he sought to put it to good use as he transformed it into his current residence. Skywalker had lived here for many years, created many fond memories in the halls and training centers and gardens that once filled the temple. But those memories were gone, dead with their owner that Vader had murdered long ago.

The gravlift doors slid open as it reached the throne room of Emperor Palpatine. An immediate feeling of dread and pain and hate and anger rushed over Vader like a pail of some liquid had been poured over the dark lord. Even though he had been a sith for some time and used those same emotions to power himself he never got used to entering this room. Sidious -Vader's master - had been a sith master for a long time more than twice as long as he had been and was in his own league. Vader continued to walk toward his maters chair that was facing the giant windows that stretched almost the entire length of the circular room. Crimson drapes made of the most exquisite fabric fell from the ceiling just brushing the floor, fabric of the same color also lined most the walls stopping only momentarily to reveal silver metal that room was constructed of. The floor was obsidian black that had a shine that made it liken to a mirror if Vader's suit was any other color he could've seen himself perfectly in it. The royal guards dressed in Red armor and robs lined the edges of the room there were six in total; Vader had over seen the training of all of them as they were the first line of defense for their emperor.

"Welcome Lord Vader" Sidious spoke with a low hiss in his voice

The emperor had grown old in these past years since his rise to power but he let no one see it not even Vader. He used the dark side of the force to block any prying eyes trying to sense him, a technique that he used to hide from the jedi for years. Vader stopped in front of the three steps that led up to the raised platform that the throne rested on; he kneeled lowering his head to face the floor. Then Sidious used the force to turn his chair to face his sith apprentice, Vader only knew this because he felt his master reach out but this feat was minuscule compare to that of one his master did at full power. He raised his head to meet the gaze he felt from his master. Even though Sidious was relatively young for his age his face made him seem as if he were centuries old. The gray scorched skin sagged ever so slightly from his masters' face, the skin was another scar left behind from the jedi. This one however was from a jedi strike team sent to assassinate his master; fortunately Vader arrived just in to stop them but not before his master was injured. Well Skywalker had saved his master "the only honorable thing the jedi trash ever did" Vader thought.

"What is thy biding my master" Vader said through his voice synthesizer.

Vader hated the synthesizer, he hated the respirator, he hated the helmet, and he hated his robotic limbs. He hated everything about the suit he was forced to wear just to survive; they were all just reminders of his failure in his battle with Obi-wan. His very existence was painful, sometimes he wished to die but he used his pain to fuel his rage and his rage to fight.

"Are you aware of the situation on the world of Akiva?" Sidious asked in a lighter more intrigued tone

"Yes my Lord" Vader replied

Vader made it his duty to keep up on all important military news in the imperial army. His duty as the emperor's enforcer was to crush rebellion and maintain the peace the empire had brought to galaxy after the clone wars. On Akiva such a rebellion had broken out and it was the most "successful" one yet. Workers had conspired with imperial military defectors and former separatist sympathizers to rebel and crush the imperial presence on the world. It was the closet the empire had been to war since its birth and it was making the army look foolish as they were incapable of defeating factory workers. Vader had longed to fight but was unable as his master prevented it.

"I have ordered the removal of all imperial military forces from the planet" the emperor stated his yellow eyes staring into the black orbs that were Vader's eyes on his mask

A wave of confusion rushed over Vader. Did his master have some Intel that he didn't, was the army performing so badly that civilians chased them off planet.

"May I ask why master" Vader's voiced echoed through the large but silent chamber.

Even though Vader rarely questioned his masters decisions or at least not when he was in the room where he could sense his doubt. But this matter was too important to let alone.

"Yes you may Lord Vader" Sidious answered surprisingly with no hit of anger in his tone "My spies have reported that a jedi is leading the rebellion"

Every functional muscle in Vader's' body seized at the mention of that word, Jedi. His rage skyrocketed, the jedi were the reason he was in this suit, the jedi were the reason for losing his wife, the jedi were the reason for all the pain he suffered from. He had spent his early days hunting and killing the remaining jedi that survived order 66. They were a plague that threatened the peace and security of the empire. Knowing that one still evaded him enraged the dark lord and he knew that his master was aware of this fact.

"Have the spies identified him" Vader questioned, awaiting the answer he desired more than anything

"No" Sidious said as a slight grin crept across his face "but they reported a man carrying a blue light saber"

Kenobi, that name echoed inside Vader's mind. He knew his master was baiting him but his did not care if there was a chance that he found Kenobi Vader would not waste. The man that was skywalkers master and best friend he was the one was responsible for Vader's current state of being. He was the one who fueled the immense rage Vader had for he was the cause of it. It was possible that Vader could have finally caught up with him after all these painful years.

"I feel your anger and hatred my apprentice" he said softly closing his eyes to feel Vader through the force "the rage you feel for Kenobi" Sidious spoke again his grin returned "It is good, use it search out the jedi menace strike him down with your hate. Crush the rebellion and restore the peace we have worked so much for."

The thinnest grin appeared on Vader's burned face inside his helmet "yes my lord" Vader replied with pleasure.

Vader rose from his kneel and turned, his cape waving back to follow him. He marched back to the gravlift; he now embarrassed the emotions that had burdened him before. But now with a new one Pride that he would soon be able to strike down a jedi and become stronger than before. As the door slid shut he pressed a button on the control box located center his chest. A com link buzzed to life in his ears.

"Yes lord Vader" a voiced said instantly, it was Admiral Doran Krotan captain of his ship the "Executor"

"Prepare the ship, we will be leaving for Akiva as soon as I arrive" Vader replied with unwavering authority

"Understood, we will be ready as requested" Krotan answered

"Soon" Vader thought "soon Kenobi I will have you right where I want you"