Hey Guys! I wrote this short story curious if Vader dreamed, slept, or even had a bed. I know this is not very accurate, but I did not mean it to be. This is just my peek inside the mind and conscience of the Galaxy's most feared villain.
Darth Vader tossed and turned in his bed, a memory haunting him as he slept in his quarters inside the Executor, one of the few Super Star Destroyers. It was a memory he had never recalled before until this night.
He saw the day that changed his life forever, that day when he became a Sith. He watched his younger self, more foolish self, walking up the fleet of stairs to the Jedi Temple in Coruscant, squads of clone troopers behind him.
"That day was a good day, a productive day," the Sith Lord told himself.
But as he kept watching, something churned inside of him, something he could not label or discern. It was something he hadn't felt in so long, he had actually forgotten the feeling of it.
He saw as he watched that the jedi at the entrance took no notice of the new sith as he went to them, they had seen him many times before at the temple. Yet this time he was different, the normal light in his eyes was smothered, a very dark gleam dwelt there instead. As the new sith ignited his saber, they just stared at him in surprise and terror. Quickly their bodies fell, fumes and smoke rising from the fresh cuts.
Vader was pleased with his young self's execution. He was delighted at the images of the bodies. He was reminded how deep his hatred was on that day. He was in need of a reminder, he knew.
Yet for some reason, Vader was not pleased with what he saw next. His younger self marched on deeper and deeper into the temple, leading the clones in a massacre of the unsuspecting jedi. He eventually separated himself from the clones, going on alone to the living quarters. He cut through a door with his saber, and Vader saw that his younger self was surprised at the sight of younglings inside. Vader saw a small hesitation, a subtle look of compassion. But quickly the look disappeared from him, and he closed his eyes as he cut down the crying children. When the new sith was finished in his work, Vader saw a tear slide down his cheek.
This scene troubled Vader. It did not make him proud like the others had. He saw the weakness in his younger self. He saw uncertainty. He felt the force dying in the younglings as they fell, he felt what they could have been, what they could have done. Their desperate voices haunted him long after the dream had passed.
Vader rose, not knowing that on this day he would save his son's life. This day he would betray and kill his master. On this day, he would die.