THE ANGEL'S REVENGE
By: jeanosauryehet27
A/N: Sorry if it took so long. Writing's hard without beta-reader and I have to write every graphic detail.
CHAPTER 3- THE FIRST KILL
The man cried out bloodily as the blade ran through his wrist. The pain from his maimed arm was burning his innards that his body shook furiously and his vision was blurred, except for the black hulking figure standing in front of him with a glowing crimson saber on his hand. His teeth clenched and a massive amount of tears stained his bloodied and scarred face. He knew he was on the brink of death, but if he will die for democracy, he would gladly accept it, like his fallen comrades have done.
"Tell me," Darth Vader leaned forward, his fiery-golden eyes bore through his frightened eyes, sending cold chills on the man's spine. "Tell me where is the Rebel base and I will end all of this." The tone of his whisper was beyond comforting and the rebel knew better than to give in.
"Never!" He screamed, blood spitting directly towards the Dark Lord's face, enough to enrage the Dark Lord. Vader let out a monstrous growl as he stood on his imposing form and the man was met by a hot slash on his abdomen. His pain-filled screams echoed throughout the dark and quite room.
Vader laughed darkly, seemed to be pleased and satisfied at the sight of the feared and wounded man. "You're quite bold, are you?" He remarked, pacing around him like a Nexu inspecting his prey. "It's a shame that you have to fight and die for those infested parasites," He stopped on his tracks and approached the man, leaning on his ear. "What a pity," he whispered.
The man felt angry and disgusted by those words. Who is he to be pitied by his executioner? He's going to die anyway. "Don't pity me Lord Vader!" He spat. "I should be the one who pities you. I may be a rebel scum but you- you are nothing! You are nothing rather than the Emperor's pet who needs someone to hold his leash! His puppet! HIS SLAVE!"
The last two words were like being stabbed on the back. A slave? Who is he to call him a slave? No one calls him a slave! No one! No one!
In the blink of an eye, the man felt was lifted up and began gasping for air. Then he realized that Darth Vader was Force-choking him.
"Foolish man..." the Sith snarled, squeezing his throat tighter until he choked blood. "I am no slave and no one will ever call. Me. A. Slave."
The man had crossed the line. His usefulness has come to end. He will die.
As the dark energy surged him, he slowly tightened his grip to crush the man's throat. A sinful smile crossed his lips, pleasured at the mere sight as the man meets his death.
"Any last words?" He mused, ready to clamp his fists to seal the man's fate.
"Fuck you!" He shrieked, his voice tight and raspy from the choke. "You won't live much longer, Vader. She'll kill you. She'll kill you!"
Snap!
He shouldn't have snapped the man's throat that quick. He was going to ask who was the man referring to when he suddenly crushed its neck. Out of curiosity, Vader tried to probe the lifeless man's mind but found nothing.
Damn it!
A low growl rumbled his chest, aching for more blood to taste as he looked around the lifeless bodies of the tortured rebels sprawled on each chair, some of them are limbless and stained with blood as well. With an inhuman cry, he swinged his ignited 'saber and sliced the last man he killed in several pieces, blood splattering across the room and on his face and clothes as well.
She'll kill you!
She'll kill you !
She'll kill you!
A woman. Pathetic. Who would've dare to kill him? He is Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, the Emperor's enforcer, the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Forces and the Empire's second-in-command. He is invincible, no one can ever defeat him. He had become more powerful than any Force-sensitive had been.
He stood up in his tall and rigid form, his eyes glowing amber and left the room without looking back.
Upon exiting the interrogation room, Vader was approached by Commander Yllerté, who seems to be holding a datapad in her hands.
"Milord," she began, handing a datapad to the Sith. "One of our spies had reported sightings of a small rebel activity at the Galyon sector."
Vader took the datapad from the officer and began to read the files encoded inside the gadget. He looked again at the nervous woman and handed back the datapad. "Contact the spy and tell him to confirm his report before we engage an attack on the rebels," he stated, crossing his arms on his chest. "I needed to bring a full report to the Emperor about this."
"It'll be done Milord," Yllerté replied with a salute and bow then left to carry out his orders.
He felt dizzy and his head was throbbing with pain. Opening slowly his eyes, he saw himself inside a dark room, his hands and legs were bounded on a large metal table. He began to scream for help, but no one responded to his cries.
His heart was beating fast, nervous and afraid of what will happen next. Was he abducted by his enemies? Rebels? Or Darth Vader himself? His eyes slowly widened in fear and horror. Why would Darth Vader kill him? He'd done nothing but being loyal and dedicated to the Galactic Empire. He was honest and void of any rebel ties. Surely this had to be a mistake.
Drahn Farros heard the door hissed opened. Knowing it was Vader, he took a deep breath and braced for a conversation that would surely end his life and to prove the Sith that he is loyal to the Empire itself.
He quietly listened to the approaching footsteps and when it stopped, he began to open his mouth to speak but he was cut off first by the newcomer.
"You're awake," the voice spoke. Farros frowned, for he had expected the dark, menacing voice of Lord Vader, not a soft, melodic voice of a woman.
"Clearly," he replied. "Who are you? And what are your intentions to me, kidnapper?"
The shadow laughed darkly, stepping into the light and the admiral recognized her as the woman in the Imperial Palace earlier. The cold and hardened woman whom he had last conversed before he lost consciousness and have been kidnapped.
"I'm no one important, Admiral," she spoke, her soft yet cold voice brought chills down his spine. "And my intentions are none of your concern."
"Your intentions are my concern, woman!" He retorted. "I wanted to know why you had me kidnapped and what are your reasons behind my kidnapping." His gaze softened, almost pleading. "Please, let me go. I've done nothing wrong and I have two little daughters to raise. They're the only ones I had!"
Her eyes darkened, as well as her expression at the mention of his daughters. It reflected anger, hatred, sorrow and grief.
"No," she snarled. "No... I will make sure he'll pay. I'll make sure he will!"
Who?
She pulled out a tube-like shaped object and a blue glowing blade sprung into life with a soft hiss. Farros examined the object and widened his eyes in realization. Jedi! She was a Jedi!
"Jedi!" He exclaimed. "I should have known. In the name of the Empire, you should be arrested and charged with high treason! You'll never live much longer and Lord Vader will surely brought you to justice-" His sentence was cut off by when the blue blade ran through his wrist. He screamed in searing pain of his sliced limb, feeling his body was burned from the lava fires of Mustafar.
"Let me remind you for the last time Admiral," she snarled. "I am no Jedi."
And then she plunged the 'saber directly into the man's throat, his last words calling out his daughters' names.
Vader suppressed a yawn as he entered his quarters. Palpatine ordered his presence back to the Imperial Centre, delighted by his continous successful missions of hunting down Jedi and Rebels and decided to invite him to a dinner in his honor. Vader wouldn't want anything but to throw himself to bed and rest.
He stripped off his garments and mask on the floor, leaving only his shorts and glove. Artoo would have to clean the mess by the time he arrives.
The young Sith walked towards the large couch and slumped down on the soft mattress with a sigh.
"Hosshi!"
Vader's eyes snapped open at the purring sound. He groaned in annoyance. He should have known.
"Hosshi!"
A small, round cat-like adorable creature jumped on his stomach and sat down with an endearing look on its face, wagging its star-shaped tail-end. It is lime-green on color and it has star-shaped patches on each side of its face. Most people would faint in adoration with one single look on its face.
"Hosshi!" The cat beamed happily.
"Acrux," Vader growled. "If you're looking for your food, it's on the kitchen counter, poodoo." With a slight wave of his hand, he gently pushed the cat away and closed again his eyes, hoping to get some peaceful rest.
He entered inside the room quietly, hoping that he might not disturb his wife in her sleep. He quickly removed his cloak, tunic and boots as he approached the bed. The lights from the outside illuminated her features, her porcelain skin glowing from the darkness of the room. Force, she is so beautiful.He slipped into the covers and laid beside her as she slept. The steady rising and falling of her chest indicated that she is peacefully asleep. And so their child.
His flesh hand moved to her enlarged belly, caressing it gently as he bent low, kissing her neck slowly. She stirred in response, tilting her head as her lips meeting his.Anakin's hand grasped on the back of her head, coaxing her mouth open to deepen their kiss. A low growl rumbled his throat as he devoured her mouth hungrily with desire and then he pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers.
She fluttered her eyes open and a small smile formed her luscious pink lips. "Ani?" She said sleepily.
"Hey Angel," he breathed, kissing her softly on the lips. "Are you dreaming about me?" He added, voice low and husky.
She yawned, strecthing her arms as she nodded which he take upon as a yes. "I'm hungry," she told him.
Ah yes; her pregnancy hormones. He was getting used of waking up in the middle of the night just to prepare his starving pregnant wife food which she usually craved. A smile tugged his lips. Surely their baby has been bullying his/her poor mother for months now. He/she is truly his/her father's child.
"What do you want then?" He asked.
"Umm..." she began. "A shurra fruit sorbet with whipped cream on top also with pallies, bantha blue milk on a large glass and crackers, four or five. And also konpeito, full jar."
He stood up, memorizing each food in his mind and walked out of their bedroom, heading towards the kitchen. As he began to prepare his wife's meal, he heard her calling out from the bedroom saying, "I love you!"
He chuckled in response. "I love you, too!" He called back as he chopped the shurra fruit to pieces.
Vader woke with a start, his heart heavy with pain and guilt at the thought of the wonderful yet painful night with Padmé. He buried his face in his hands, pushing the memory away from his mind.
My sweet Padmé, he thought, I lost my soul when I lost you.
Damn Sidious! He said that he will help her save her from that prophetic dream of his! He'd offered his allegiance to him to learn the power on how to save Padmé from dying. He had been helpless to save his mother because the Jedi told him to let her go. And even now he became a Sith, he still lost his wife, too.
Let go of everything you fear to lose, the old little green bastard once said.
Can't they see? They were his everything, his life! He'd sworn to protect them and keep them from harm! And they told him to let them go; to let them die.
Damn them, damn them all to hell! He cried out as his icy blue eyes glowed angry yellow. The monster inside screamed, craving for blood and scratching to be let out.
Sidious and the Jedi must pay for their treachery, the voice whispered inside him. They must die!
They will die, he agreed. But now is not the right time. I must learn everything from him before we could made our move.
The rule of Two, the voice realized.
Yes, the rule of Two, he replied. Soon, we will overthrow the rotten bastard and claim my throne and my Empire."
Ah, Long live Emperor Vader, the voice declared.
He smirked. Emperor Vader, such a fitting name. He could imagine himself ruling the galaxy, peace and order bestowed upon his hands. The galaxy will be so much a better place without the Rebellion, poverty, corruption and crime in his time. The Force would be with him as he rule, fulfilling his visions for the Empire, answering to him alone.
And if the Jedi hadn't manipulated Padmé's mind, she would be beside him, ruling as his Empress and the two of them will be known and respected by the galaxy as great and just rulers as they brought democracy and justice into the galaxy's hands. He would make sure that the Empire will have a tie of Skywalkers in it.
But she was gone. And so was their baby. His child died without him knowing if it was a girl or a boy. He never met or held the child in his arms. And he will never get it back.
Soon, Sidious and the whole blasted Jedi Order will pay for what they've done to his family. Their blood will pay the price for their treachery.
He'll make sure that they will be.
He heard his comlink sounded on the sidetable. Using the Force, he called it to his hand and pressed the answer button.
"Vader," he snapped.
"Milord, we've approached the Imperial Center," the voice informed him.
"Drop the ship from the hyperspace and make orbit on the planet's atmosphere. And ready my shuttle in 30 minutes," he ordered.
"It'll be done Milord," the voice replied and the Dark Lord cut off the connection. He stood up and headed to his bedroom where he entered the refresher to take a short sonic shower. And after showering, he slipped into his usual attire and pulled the black mask into his face and the hood of his cloak as well, concealing himself again from the galaxy's prying eyes.
He exited his bedroom and went to the living area to pick up his discarded 'saber and comlink. He caught sight of Acrux devouring its food on a large jar. Using the Force, he lifted the lid and closed the jar, trapping the creature inside. If he leave it at large, the creature will surely eat all of his trophies and kyber crystals in a moment.
Darth Vader left his chambers and headed towards his private hangar bay where the shuttle Twilight was waiting for him.
The Dinner at the Imperial Palace is anything but fancy, a feast fit for a king. The food served on the large, long table were a variety of each kind and created by the most distinguish chefs in the galaxy. A well-known orchestra that was invited to the dinner played a classical music to entertain the guests. Although the dinner was thrown in his honor, Darth Vader wished he shouldn't agreed to his master of preparing a dinner for him. The Emperor invited various dignitaries that he despised like Mas Amedda, Sate Prestage, Sly Moore, Governor Wilhuff Tarkin, Admiral Conan Antonio Motti and Director Orson Krennic. Bootlickers, he growled as he played the roasted steak on his plate using the fork.
"Enjoying the dinner Lord Vader?" Vader looked up to see the Emperor staring at him with concerned look on his deformed face.
"The food is quite... edible, my master," The younger Sith replied.
"Then it seems that you didn't enjoy the dinner that I've prepared at all?" Sidious concluded, feeling hurt that his apprentice is not fully delighted in his gift.
"No master," Vader responded. "I'm pleased that you've done everything and I am grateful to be your loyal and faithful servant." He added with a malicious smile that the Emperor could only see. As long as he will parade his reputation as the person that the Emperor trusted the most, the sooner he will successfully execute his plans to overthrow his master and ascend to the throne as the Supreme Ruler of the galaxy. The galaxy might thought that he had betrayed the Emperor, but he knew better. Betrayal is the way of the Sith.
"Oh and by the way my apprentice," Sidious spoke again, handing him a datapad."We have a report about a missing admiral. His name is Drahn Farros, admiral of the star destroyer Malice and he was supposed to attend the meeting earlier. His last sightings were here inside the palace before he disappeared."
Vader took the datapad from the Emperor's bony hands and read its contents. He knew Admiral Farros. He disliked the man the least and respected him well. Farros is intelligent and loyal, not arrogant and foolish like Tarkin or Motti.
"Is there a possibility that he was kidnapped by the Rebels?" Vader inquired.
"Perhaps my apprentice," The Sith Master agreed. "Nevertheless, tomorrow begin to investigate and search for the missing admiral. And when you find him, arrest also the kidnapper, he will be useful to us."
"Yes my master," Vader bowed slightly.
Sidious' scarred lips formed a pleased smile. "Very well, enjoy the party first and you may return to your duties tomorrow." And then, the Emperor returned to chatting with the dignitaries around them. Vader took the wine glass and sipped it quietly.
As the dinner goes on, the Dark Lord grew bored while listening to the loud chatter of the Emperor's cronies. Even Sidious and his physician Anya Reché, engaged also in a lively conversation with the other dignitaries. No one ever dared to speak to him, perhaps afraid to have their necks crushed.
Suddenly, his comlink beeped loudly. Knowing that it might interrupt the other people's conversation, the Sith Lord excused himself and went to the corner side of the room while placing his mask firmly on his face.
"What?" He snapped after answering the call.
"Milord, there is a large crate for you," the voice on the comlink responded.
Vader frowned. "Have you checked or found out of where it came from?" He asked.
"Nothing milord, but the sender told us that the crate holds a very classified information and only you can see its contents," the voice replied. "Should I bring it to you?"
Curious. "No Commander," he said, "Take the crate to the brig and secure it carefully until I arrive. I'll see to it myself"
"Very good milord," the voice answered.
Vader cut off the connection and clipped the device back to his belt. Using the Force to mask his presence, he slipped away from the dinner and made his way to the brig of the palace where little he knew a surprise awaits him.
"Lord Vader," Commander Rios approached him with a salute. "We've secured the crate as you've ordered."
"Very good Commander," Vader remarked, his gaze locked on the large metal crate behind the young officer.
"Shall we open it now sir?" A stormtrooper spoke.
The Sith Lord cocked his hooded frame. "Do it."
The troopers obeyed his orders at once and opened the crate quickly. Vader walked at them and bent down his tall frame, inspecting its contents carefully. He pulled out a small flower, one that he'd recognized.
A Nubian primrose.
Padmé's favorite flower.
And then, he noticed a note attached on its stem. He pulled it off from the stem and read the contents quickly.
Lord Vader,
Be aware... For I swear, your days are numbered...
Not fully understand of what the note meant, he looked inside again the box and pulled out the black cloth draped inside of it. For the first time, Darth Vader's eyes widened upon seeing the sight before him.
There was their missing admiral, his pieces of carcass dumped carelessly inside, bathed in the pool of blood.
Sorry guys! I'll just fix it. I've only uploaded this on my tab and there are no lines here. But don't worry, you'll see more soon. Padmé's more violentic than ever and dumping a poor corpse in a box. Kriff.
Enjoy Jedi Knights!
-jeanosauryehet27
