Halloween Aftermath: Star Light, Star Bright

"Greetings, My Master," Darth Vader said as he entered Palpatine's throne room on the Death Star.

"I sense much turmoil in you," the Emperor noted curiously.

"It is nothing, Master," Vader said, turning away and walking over to lean on the rail that surrounded the open shaft that lead directly to the tiny artificial sun that powered the Death Star. "I'm just feeling a sense of… melancholy and wondering how past events have led to this future."

The emperor quickly switched personas. He hadn't expected to see Vader's anger weaken at this point, so it looked like it was time to dust off the wise old mentor role and help his pupil see that the whole universe was out to get them and only power and control could change that.

The Emperor leaned on the railing next to Vader. "Tell me what is troubling you, my apprentice."

"Well it's-" Vader began, when his cyborg augmented body suddenly moved completely independent of his thoughts and grabbed the emperor by the back of his robe and yanked upwards, simultaneously giving the Emperor a wedgie and throwing him into the shaft.

Vader leaned back to avoid the force lightning that the doomed Emperor had flung at him. Chuckling he walked over to the throne and sat down. "The king is dead, long live the king," he said.

His mind was awhirl with complex plans and new ways of using the technology they had to do things that were considered impossible at the moment.

For instance he could clone himself body parts to replace the ones he had lost, rather than relying on cybernetic limbs. Of course those cybernetic limbs and five minutes of programming had just allowed him to kill the emperor, but power armor would allow him to have his cake and eat it too in this case.

He nodded to himself as he a decided a plan of action. He'd build himself powered armor, while having the empire develop regenerative cloning techniques, so he could reclaim his humanity without losing his combat capabilities.

After that… he'd reclaim his children, kick Obi Wan in the balls, and re-establish the Jedi himself.

Vader nodded, his future looked bright indeed and it was all thanks to… Andrew, whose encyclopedic knowledge of science fiction and Star Wars in particular let him make changes that even the force could not foresee clearly.

He was definitely going to need therapy for the endless reams of Vader/Luke fanfiction the boy had written though.

Typing by: Bailey Matutine