Warning: While Vader may have some good in him, this story is much darker and Vader is even more demented than he was in Son Of Destiny It will take a lot to change him. If a story this dark isn't for you, I totally understand, for those of you that will continue to read, I will be showing a lot of his family, I mean his past in the coming chapters starting with the flashback you see here. After about eight chapters or so, this story will probably only be about half as dark as it is now.
Star Destroyer Exactor:
Darth Vader watched as Governor Tarkin entered his office.
He immediately handed the data card to Tarkin, "Thank you Lord Vader, you have been most helpful."
"My pleasure Governor," Vader sarcastically replied.
Tarkin chose to ignore Vader's sarcasm as he spoke, "If you don't mind, I have taken the liberty to provide you with a gift."
"A gift?" Vader asked with a raised eyebrow.
Tarkin nodded as the Sith Lord stood up.
He then opened the door and within seconds, two young Officers entered the room dragging a being that was covered by a large dark cloak.
Tarkin then gestured for the two men to step aside as he stepped forward and ripped the cloak off.
Vader watched as the cloak was ripped away to reveal a beautiful dark haired girl clad in a metal slave bikini complete with a collar and chain.
"I picked her up for you yesterday, She was captured rather recently based on what I've heard, and she was well taken care of, by whoever her parents were. I hope that you enjoy her because you have certainly earned her."
Vader at that moment looked the girl over in silence, so many emotions were running through his mind as he thought of his Mother's stories of her own enslavement, she had escaped from his Father when he was only seven. They had chosen to live on Tattooine after her escape and they had worked for Watto who had paid them enough credits to have a roof over their heads and food.
Now, here he was with a slave girl who was just gifted to him as though she was nothing more than a piece of merchandise, it was similar to how his Father had purchased his Mother from the slave market.
At the same time, Vader felt lust just by staring at the girl, he had gone six months without a woman, and now here was a girl just for him.
What did his past matter at this point? This girl wasn't a child slave, and here she was with hardly anything on and further more she was beautiful, and she was his. Was it his problem that she was probably a runaway who had ended up in the trade? Her loss his gain, Vader coldly thought.
He looked at Tarkin and spoke, "Thank you for the gift, Governor."
Vader then looked towards the two officers as he spoke, "Take her to my quarters."
The two men dragged the slave girl off without another word.
Tarkin then spoke, "Thank you so much, you saved me from the Emperor's wrath, now I'll be on my way so that you can enjoy your gift," Tarkin stated with a smile.
Vader nodded as he spoke, "Thank you Governor."
"Now go and enjoy her, I'm certain that she will satisfy your needs."
Vader smiled as he walked out of his office.
He looked towards Lieutenant Piett who stood outside of the Office, "See the Governor to his ship Lieutenant and tell Captain Ozzel to keep the ship in orbit."
"As you wish My Lord," the young Officer replied.
Vader entered his quarters and quietly walked towards his bedroom.
He entered his bedroom, to see his gift sitting on his bed as she defiantly stared at him.
"What is your name?"
The girl said nothing as Vader removed his cloak, "If you don't tell me, I'll just make one up for you. Let's see, what name should I choose?"
Padme sighed as she spoke, "My name is Padme."
"Padme?" Vader repeated as he looked the girl over.
Padme at the same time, dared to look up at her captor as she found herself more than shocked by his angelic features. He had long wavy blonde hair, a very handsome looking yet hardened face aside from the minor scar that ran down the right side of his face. His steel blue eyes were literally captivating to her.
Padme at the same time thought one thing in her mind, Darth Vader of all people, he was the perfect image of the dream husband that she had imagined in her dreams. She had envisioned herself with a man with an appearance like the wicked man who was standing in front of her.
Padme cringed as she placed her hand on her collar, She had no chance of escape with the slave collar along with the fact that she had no clothes.
She had two choices, obey Vader and live and maybe eventually escape, or outright defy him and die after he grew tired of her.
She hated the idea of submitting to him, but the pain that her Father and Sister would have from not knowing what became of her, made her almost want to obey Vader.
She knew that if she wanted to live she would obey him and she truthfully wasn't ready to die.
Vader looked her in the eye with a smile as he climbed onto the bed after removing his tunic.
Padme shivered as he captured her lips with a passionate kiss, before she was able to move away from him, at the same time, his hands started to roam her.
Padme felt herself shaking when she felt his hand on one particular scar that was on her back. It was a scar from the beating that her mother had given her when she had told her that she had signed up for the legislative youth program.
Padme shivered as Vader spoke, "You're a beautiful girl. Whoever your parents were, they took care of you. It's likely that you're a mere runaway," Vader stated.
"I had my reasons," Padme replied.
"Perhaps you had ambitions," Vader stated.
Padme nodded as she looked Vader in the eyes.
Vader wickedly smiled at her as he spoke, "Ambitions that you can kiss goodbye."
Vader then reached forward as he gave her another kiss on the lips.
He then looked Padme in the eye as he spoke, "You're mine now."
"Are you happy?" Padme asked in disgust.
"Happy?" Vader asked.
"You succeeded in getting Governor Tarkin his plans and he gifted you with a beautiful girl to please you in your bed at night and to keep locked away as a little trophy. I'm nothing to you besides a possession. I know how men like you are, I've known men like you all of my life," Padme stated.
Vader shook his head, "No you haven't. You've never known any man like me."
He noticed the look in Padme's eyes as she looked him over. No doubt, she was stunned by his broad muscular appearance as most women were. She was probably noticing the prominent scars that were on his body as he turned and allowed her to see the scars that covered his back.
He then kicked off his boots before climbing back into bed.
Padme attempted to slide away from Vader but she felt his hands holding her in place as he spoke, "No girl has ever refused me before."
Padme looked into the Sith Lord's yellow eyes as they turned back to steel blue. She knew that she didn't have the strength to fight him, her only options were to fight him and lose or comply and perhaps one day escape. At that moment, she felt his lips meeting her own as she realized the one choice that she had.
Padme awoke to the feeling of Vader's arms wrapped tightly around her body as he held her in his sleep.
She looked towards Darth Vader in horror, she should have fought, she hadn't resisted him, he had simply taken her without a fight. He had taken her virginity when she should have fought him. What had she done? Why didn't she fight him?
The former Queen felt tears in her eyes, she felt tears of shame, she felt so dirty and so used. Would she have felt any better if she had fought him?
At that moment, she felt his arms tightening as he opened his eyes.
Vader looked at Padme with a smile as he thought of his night with her. He had enjoyed her so much, he thought as he noticed the tears in her eyes. At that moment, he felt a slight bit of guilt. However, Vader dismissed the guilt from his mind as he stared into her eyes, in a few weeks she would be used to him.
Vader at the same time heard a voice in his head, he heard a voice telling him that he was wrong, but after two years as a Sith Lord, right and wrong didn't matter to him, all of the light in his soul was extinguished.
Vader thought back to the day when the Darkness chose him on the streets of Coruscant ten years before.
At the same time, another memory surfaced, a memory that was almost three years old.
Flasback:
Coruscant: Two and a half years earlier:
With chains and Master Windu and his former Master flanking him along with four Republic Officers, Anakin was marched into the courtroom for the reading of his verdict.
"Will you please make sure that Ahsoka makes it to Knighthood?" Anakin asked.
Obi-Wan calmly looked towards Anakin as he spoke, "The Council has already approved, she will be my Apprentice."
Anakin nodded as he spoke, "And You stabbed me in the back by voting in favor of expelling her Master, does she know that?"
"What you did was wrong, and I have sensed the Dark Side in you since the day you were brought to us," Master Windu stated.
"You didn't grow up with a Father beating you," Anakin replied in anger.
"Killing him was still wrong, had it not been for seeing your yellow eyes on that hologram, I would have voted to save you, but I feel as though you need to be rehabilitated."
"In prison? They're going to send me to a confinement facility for the rest of my life."
"I doubt that you will get life if you're found guilty," Mace stated.
Anakin sneered in response.
As everyone sat down, Anakin noticed his lawyer, a man of around fifty years of age sitting next to him.
At that moment, the Judge, a man of around seventy years of age entered the room as the members of the jury filed in.
The judge then spoke, "Will the defendant please rise?"
Anakin obeyed as the Judge spoke, "Anakin Skywalker, you have been found guilty of the murder of Caleb Skywalker."
Anakin allowed the words to sink into his skull as the Judge continued, "Before I read your sentence, the Prosecution wants to speak."
The Prosecutor, a broad muscular bothan, spoke, "The Mother of the victim wishes to step forward and speak."
The Mother? Anakin was in shock, he had never heard his Father mention family to him. He had always assumed that his Father had some type of family but had never thought of them. Force, they must be as evil as him.
At that moment, Anakin noticed an old woman walking onto the floor, alongside the Prosecutor.
He looked at her and noticed her hardened face and steel blue eyes, he also noticed her sympathetically staring towards him.
Wait a minute, she is the same woman who sat in the back of the courtroom for the last few weeks as his trial was conducted. Anakin had never given her much regard until now.
She took the stand, "Your Honor, I thank you for allowing me this privilege."
The woman who Anakin realized was his grandmother paused before she continued, "Ten years ago, I watched as two innocent men were convicted for my Son's murder. My Son, I loved him from the day that he opened his eyes to the day that Anakin closed them, despite all of the wicked things that he did."
Anakin's grandmother locked eyes with him as she spoke, "Yes, I will never see him again or even hug him or hear his voice, but I will not deny that he was a very wicked man. I honestly had no idea that my Grandson existed until I heard his name on the holonet after the battle of Geonosis. I-I enquired at the Jedi Temple, but they didn't answer my questions, but the moment that I saw his picture, I knew that he was Caleb's Son. I always assumed that he was conceived through some forced marriage or abusive relationship based on who my Son was."
Anakin heard whispers of disbelief echoing through the room as she continued, "I was shocked when investigators showed up on my doorstep telling me that he was the true killer. I can tell you this, the stories that Anakin has told us of his Mother whom we are unable to locate and of his childhood of abuse are true. I have no doubt that they are true. I-I raised my Son right, my husband and I loved him and his brother and treated them as well as any good parent would, but my Son chose to forsake my teachings. He chose to become the evil man that the defense has portrayed him to be."
Anakin noticed the woman wiping tears from her eyes as she spoke, "Consider this, I may love my dead son, but he got what he deserved. Anakin, Anakin was born into a live of..."
"This is outrageous, I object to her irrelevant statement!" the Prosecutor yelled.
"Silence, Mrs Skywalker has the floor!" The Judge yelled before the Prosecutor could speak again.
"As I was saying, he was born into a life of abuse and degradation with his helpless Mother. He didn't ask for it. Please, honorable Judge, please consider a lenient sentence for my Grandson, he deserves a second chance."
Anakin met the eyes of his Grandmother as she spoke, "I heard you say time and time again during the trial that you had no choice. That you had no choice but to slay your Father. You had a choice to kill him or to spare him, we all have a choice in the end Anakin Skywalker. Even your Father had a choice, he chose to become the monster that he was. Y-You had a choice and I only hope that if you get a second chance that you will change your ways. You're just like him. I can see him in you even now."
Anakin was silent, he couldn't argue with the woman's words. He couldn't argue with what she said to him.
The Judge breathed in deeply as he spoke, "Will the defendant rise?"
Anakin stood up as the Judge spoke, "Anakin Skywalker, based on how your Grandmother pleaded for you, I would be giving you about five years right now for your crime. I would say that that would be enough time based on your circumstances. Five years won't be your sentence though, ten years ago, I sentenced two innocent men to life for your Father's murder. They just were released from prison after losing ten years of their lives, is that fair?"
Anakin breathed in deeply as he spoke, "No Sir."
"No it's not. I think that it is fair for you to spend an equal amount of time in prison. "Therefore, you are hereby sentenced to ten years in prison!"
Anakin heard no other words after that moment, he only remembered the Grandmother that he had never known, watching him in tears as he was led to prison.
It would be three months before he was allowed visitors in prison, but Anakin was notified almost immediately by his lawyer that his Grandmother was first on the list.
She never got the chance, just one day before the scheduled visit between the two, a bomb was set off in Anakin's cell and mercenaries working for Palpatine entered the room and rescued him. A day later, he took his Sith name, and became Darth Vader.
After three months, he led the attack on the Jedi Temple, as Order Sixty-Six was executed.
End of flashback:
Vader ended his thoughts as he looked at Padme with a lustful smile, he pulled her closer to him as he spoke, "I'm not exactly needed on the bridge and my Master hasn't contacted me, I think that I will just enjoy you a little more just like last night."
Padme felt more and more tears streaming down her face as she felt hope continuing to slip away from her, how different could her life had been if she had stayed on Naboo? Would it have been worse? She asked herself as she thought back to the dreadful day that had sealed her fate.
Vader slowly dressed as he looked back at Padme who had just dressed in her slave outfit.
She defiantly stared at him as she wiped her tears away.
Vader coldly smiled as he spoke, "Last night was the best night that I have had in months, amusing, from Queen to Slave."
Padme stared at Vader in disbelief, "Yes, I recognize you, Padme Amidala."
Padme as silent before she spoke, "You're nothing more than a murdering tyrant like the one that you serve."
Vader stepped forward and slapped Padme's cheek, causing her to fall back on the bed.
"Don't talk to me that way!" Vader yelled in pure rage as his eyes flashed yellow.
Padme looked up at Vader in defiance as he stood over her.
He then reached down and seized her by the throat, "I will not tolerate any disrespect from you, you belong to me and you should remember that."
"Maybe it would be better to die now than endure your abuse," Padme defiantly replied.
In complete frustration, Vader turned and stormed out of the bedroom and he headed towards the command bridge.
A few minutes later, he found himself walking out of the turbolift as he saw Captain Kendal Ozzel approaching him, "My Lord, we are still at our current position, what are your orders?"
"We will remain here until I find a reason for us to go elsewhere," Vader irritably replied.
"Of course," Captain Ozzel replied.
"I'll be in the training room," Vader then turned and left the bridge.
Padme found herself in tears as she laid facedown on Vader's bed, how long would she have to endure this? How long would she have to endure his abuse? How long before she was free of it? Padme truthfully didn't know if she couldn't tolerate anymore of the abuse than she already had.
Perhaps she could leave as she was, maybe she could find a way off of the ship while he was gone.
She quietly got up from the bed as she wiped her tears away, she couldn't allow him to see her vulnerability.
She slowly got up and headed out of the bedroom.
She found herself more than surprised at how bare his living room was, there wasn't a single decoration, only a table, a lamp and a Holonet screen.
She slowly walked towards the door that led out of his chambers and attempted to open it.
She was more than surprised when the door hissed open.
She eagerly stepped out of the door, but at that moment she felt a shock in her neck that went through her body as she fell onto the cold durasteel floor.
Vader found himself smiling when he noticed the unconscious half naked former Queen laying on the floor in front of the open door that led into his chambers.
He picked her up and carried her into the room as he closed the doors.
He then headed for the nearby couch with Padme in his arms.
At that moment, she opened her eyes as she stared at him in horror.
"You tried to escape," Vader stated with a smile.
Padme started to shiver as she spoke, "Of course I did, but it's obvious that I can't because of your security systems."
Vader smiled at Padme in response as she sat up and stepped out of his arms in frustration.
She stared at him in anger as she suddenly felt more tears in her eyes. The only other being that had made her cry more was her Mother.
Alright that's it for now. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
-Fallen Jedi 79