Darth Vader stared into his reflection, a dark God against the empty abyss of space. The Executor was quiet, dead of sound but alive with lights. The low hum of consoles and computers along the bridge of the monster ship thrummed along at a steady, dull pace. The Sith Lord's concealed eyes traced along the stars glowing innocently out of the viewport.
The very same stars that Darth Sidious, the Lord and Master of both Vader and the Galactic Empire, had promised him when he bent his knee to the aged old man.
The thought caused Vader's normally, indifferently even breathing to grow angry. Beasts of sound welled up from his lungs and then began to rove through the bridge in rabid packs.
Though the promise had been to Vader, the prize had been to Sidious. His dark Master had inherited all. He had been crowned Emperor. He reigned as the supreme Sith in the galaxy. He had absolute control over the most imposing man in all the Empire. Sidious, the grand manipulator of even the exalted Jedi, had been granted a total victory.
Or so the old fool had thought.
Even as ruler of the Empire, even as one of the most powerful Sith who had ever lived, Sidious had neglected one crucial factor: That even though Anakin Skywalker's loyalties now lay with the Dark Side, they did not lie with Sidious. In fact, most of Vader's Force abilities, including his connection to the Dark Side on a spiritual and emotional level, derived from his hatred of Sidious. The Sith Lord had taken everything from him. Despite his now seamless devotion to the Dark Side, Vader's whole life had been destroyed by the very being who had guided him to power.
One day, Vader's vengeance would be realized, and Sidious would be one with the Dark Side.
One day, Sidious's prize would be his.