Slowly, the Dark Lord of the Sith regained consciousness. Moments ago, he had been inside the Force Cave on Dagobah, undergoing a Force Trial. He was deep in the cave, out of commlink range of his Stormtrooper bodyguards, when the ground began shaking. The cave itself began to collapse on Darth Vader, who reached out with the Force to hold the roof up. But nothing happened, and the untold weight of the stone above him crashed down on the Dark Lord of the Sith.
As he looked around him, Vader had no idea where he was. It appeared to be a dark stone prison cell. Some dirty straw littered the floor, and roaches scurried everywhere. Just to make sure his connection with the Force was still intact, Vader crushed a large roach next to him. Silently, the insect imploded upon itself. So he still had his abilities, but where was he? Vader looked up, and saw that there was a hole in the ceiling. He could use the Force to leap upwards…
The sounds of combat drifted down from above. A dead corpse fell through the hole and landed at Vader's feet. An armored knight peered over the edge of the roof and stared into Vader's eyes. They looked at each other for a long moment. As suddenly as he appeared, the knight turned and left the hole. Vader considered chasing after him, but the Force told him they would meet again. So Vader turned his attention to the iron door to his cell. A slight tremor of the Force snapped the lock, and the door opened for the Dark Lord of the Sith. Vader stepped out into a dim, torchlit hallway.
Cell doors lined either side of the hallway, but these held no interest for Darth Vader. He was focused on a figure slumped against the wall further ahead.
"Who are you, and where am I?" Vader demanded. The figure gave no response except for a low moan. Vader grabbed the shoulder of the figure and spun it around, only to experience slight shock at the appearance of the figure. It looked like it was once human, but only now had a face that looked like cured Bantha hide. It was no longer living, that much was certain. Vader left the miserable thing and continued onwards. Two more of the creatures stood between him and a ladder at the end of the hallway. Upon seeing Darth Vader, these two shambled towards him with a hungry look in their dead, decaying faces. Vader's movements were quick and efficient, and told of years of experience. A quick flick of his arm, and a red beam of light shot out. Another flick, and both figures toppled to the ground, headless.
Vader returned his saber to his belt, and gazed up at the rusty iron ladder. Where in the Force was he?
Author's Note:
So this is my very first story posting! I'm excited to see what you guys think about my writing; reviews and criticisms are welcome (I need them haha). Sorry this first chapter is a little short and low-action, I promise the next chapters will be meatier and have a lot more action!