A/N: I've decided to turn this into a collection of One-Shots that will be loosely-connected at first, but may evolve into a story. There will be references to EU/Legends-Canon as well. The first one was based on an episode; future ones will be based on my views, or what my mind makes up - this means it might end up non-canon or AU-ish. Enjoy. As for any fans of my other story, Gods and Titans, that will be updated as soon as I finish the chapter for it.
Pain. All that he registered, all that he consisted of - it was pain. Agonizing, brutish, indecipherable pain. Pain for the lost, pain for himself, pain for those who had yet to lose. Pain. It ate away at his core, his very being.
Such was life when your entire existence depended upon a life support suit that doubled as armor. Darth Vader was receiving repairs to his armor as well as his cybernetic nerves, among other maintenance. This process tended to be painful. It was as if the lava of Mustafar's rivers had never left him, and were still eating at him.
Darth Vader was starting to become particularly enraged at the fact that he had been reduced to such a state. As he dwelt on this train of thought, he thought once more of Padme. Of Obi-Wan. Of Ahsoka.
All of his mistakes, his failures. They fueled the fire that tortured him. The raw burning emotions were stirred cold throughout, burning hot mixing with ice cold. Lord Vader's repairs were now finished. He now left the reparation chambers, headed to the communications room on the bridge of the Executor.
Upon his entrance, he knelt upon the pad in front of the holographic projector. The Emperor's visage came before him, the blue glow reflecting slightly upon his armor.
"Ahsoka Tano has been dealt with.", Vader stated coldly. The Emperor seemed to look over Vader for a long moment, as if judging his statement. Then, after a moment of silence, Sidious smiled.
"Lord Vader. You have done well. It is a... pity that the former apprentice of Anakin Skywalker had to die. She could have been useful to us. What of the Rebels?"
"They will be tracked down and destroyed, Master."
"And... what of the... other issue?"
"I will personally see to Maul's demise, if that is your wish, Master."
"Excellent. See that you do not fail me, Vader."
"As you wish, Master."
With that, the holographic form of the Emperor disappeared. Vader stood tall. He began to ponder why he felt compelled to tell his master that Ahsoka was dead. It didn't matter - that was a weakness, and he wouldn't let it bother him. Vader felt the burning pain whenever he thought of it anyways. He left the room, and then headed for the main bridge to contemplate his next move against Maul and the Rebels.
