Chapter 2: The Rise of Darth Vader
The room was dark, steam made the room breathable for Vader, Sidious smiled under his good and kept his hand raised keeping his new apprentice alive. Shmi watched as Palpatine used dark energy, taking many lives to save one, even though it wouldn't take any lives if it was the lightside.
Her son was screaming as artificial limbs were attached and as the droids did surgery with no drugs whatsoever to stop the pain. Palpatine had them, cloned body parts. Having to know this had come prepared.
Qui Gon stood next to her and used the light energy of his own force presence to help her son, healing what the dark side couldn't.
Find yourself Ani, you weren't made to be a slave to anything, or anyone, my son. You were born to walk the skies and bring balance to the Force. I was told so...
Shmi thought and waited in the background as her son was being made piece by piece.
The first breath chilled her to the bones. Mechanical breathing that would make others scared.
He rose up on the slab and Sidious spoke, "Darth Vader… can you hear me?"
"Yes master, where is Padme is she safe? Is she alright?" Anakin spoke, his voice sounded so different from the one she was used too.
"It seems in your anger you killed her" the old man spoke.
"I I couldn't have! She was alive I felt it!" Anakin snarled he used the force to break free of the bonds that had him on the medical bed.
"Noooooo!" Anakin cried out, pain in his voice and that's when he changed the very little light Shmi sensed in her son diminished.