The planet of Geonosis housed nothing but miserable memories and pain to Darth Vader, who took his last step of the clean metal ramp on his Lambda-class Shuttle and onto the red sandy and rocky ground of Geonosis. He looked around. The caves looked the same as they had the last time he had come there with Doctor Aphra, when they had gone to the planet to collect an army of droid-Geonosians. The caves were destroyed beyond repair, crumbling to the ground. One collapsed right before his eyes, leaving a cloud of dust circling the ruins. He looked straight ahead at the ruin of a large droid ship, its metal remains sinking deep into the sand. He ignored the piles of metal and the ruins of battle droids, which littered the ground. He continued walking across the sand.
For quite a while, there was nothing but sand in large dunes, scattered here and there across the wide expanse of the desert. He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Right before his eyes was a Republic Gunship, which had crashed into the sands years ago. Its wing had been clipped from the sky, and it still looked charred, even after all that time. The once white outer walls of the craft were stained a sandy brown, and the thing that troubled him most of all about it was the art on the side of the ship. There was no doubt in Vader's dark twisted mind that this was the craft that Anakin Skywalker and his padawan Ahsoka Tano had flown on so many years ago. But Anakin was nothing to him. Anakin was only a painful reminder of what he was. What he could have become. What he had had. But that life was nothing at all. It was useless. There was not a point. He was a servant to the Jedi. He was suddenly swept back to a conversation that he had once had with Obi-Wan, when he was only a mere Jedi Knight. It was after the Jedi's love, Duchess Satine Kryze, had died at the hands of Darth Maul. "It was my entire fault!" He master had loudly whisper. "All mine!" He had looked down at the small holoplayer that was in his hand. It showed a city on Mandalore, which had been ravaged by the Death Watch. "Perhaps Master Qui-Gon was right! Perhaps we are just programmed…" Obi-Wan's face drained of color after he realized what he had said. He flicked off the holoplayer and whispered to himself, or whoever he had the comment directed at, "I didn't mean that."
Darth Vader had thought back to how Anakin had felt. He hadn't felt betrayed, though he felt that he should. Obi-Wan had told Anakin about Qui-Gon's views on the Jedi Order, and Anakin secretly agreed, in some aspects. But now, Anakin Skywalker was dead. Anakin Skywalker had died on Mustafar, burnt by the lava, the fire, abandoned by Obi-Wan. Jedi were only mere servants, nothing more. And with that, using all his will power, Vader lifted the scraggly remains of the gunship into the air and threw them across the desert. They landed with a horrid screech, metal scraping on rock. The hissing of Vader's breathing filled the silent desert after the gunship was silenced by a large mound of quicksand, which had devoured it. Anakin Skywalker wasn't Darth Vader, though. They were the furthest thing from each other, with Anakin begin a keeper of the peace and Darth Vader being an all powerful lord of the Sith. Vader didn't think of himself as Anakin Skywalker. He had tried to forget everything, to let Anakin die completely. But, still, the memories kept on coming back, taunting him. To Vader, Anakin Skywalker was dead; he had been dead for twenty-one years now. Now he was Darth Vader, all powerful lord of the Sith. And he was here on Geonosis to find something that Anakin would have dreaded destroying, but Vader, though now filled with memories of the past, almost craved to destroy. The time was right and could never be better. His dark cape disappeared into the harsh desert winds, which were filled with sand, and he walked toward the Petranaki arena, the arena where Anakin had almost died. The arena where Vader felt that he would be reborn. Forever.