This is for Darth Vadie was was wonderful enough to be the first review request! Thanks! Keep those reviews (and suggestions) comming! This is my depiction on how darth vader could have lived.
Disclaimer: Guess what? I'm not like batman, I don't have an alter-ego named George Lucas. He owns Star Wars, not me! I'm also not making money off this ficlet! I'm not mean like that!
Vader stood behind the Emporer. His son was to be turned to the dark side. Not if he had anything to do with it. He did not want his son to become as heartless, cold, and emotionless as he was now. If only he had known the mistake he had made before it was too late. But now it was too late, for him. Not his son.
The Emporer began electricuting Luke. He writhed in pain.
"Father! Father help!" He screamed.
He was waiting for the right moment...
The Sith lightning subsided momentarily. Then another deadly attack.
"FATHER!" Luke cried.
Finally he couldn't stand seeing his son, on the verge of death, in so much excruciating pain. Vader grasped his lightsaber. He swung out at the insane Sith lord. The Emporer screeched in pain as the lightsaber cut through him. Luke looked astonished. It felt good to get out all that anger that had been boilong up at mis maser for so many years. The old emporer tripped and fell over the side of the bridge over the vast gap.
"F-father?" Luke asked questionly.
"Son, you have made me realize that there is still good in me. I am no longer Darth Vader. I am Anakin Skywalker. The Chosen one."
Cheezy mini story, I know. Please review. Maybe, MAYBE, I'll do Jango next. Depends on if you review. Also, I want suggestions! Please! No charcater is too less important to write about! Anyone! I hope you enjoyed it, regardless. Thanks for reading!