Star Wars Multiverse
Universe 3: The Rise of Emperor Vader
One order changed everything. When the Empire began building the second Death Star around the forest moon of Endor, an Ewok village was razed and burned to the ground by Imperial forces. This led to a strained relationship between the Empire and the Ewoks, which led to the Empire's defeat in the Battle of Endor.
In Universe 1, the Empire focused its attention on building the base and the shield generator complex, ignoring the Ewoks entirely due to the latter not possessing the strength needed to face the Empire head on. But in Universe 9...
"Although their weapons are mostly sticks and stones, I'm not one for taking chances," said Captain Tanaak, the man in charge of the shield generator, to his subordinate. "Take a few TIE Fighters and burn the nearest villages to the ground."
And so the Empire began a genocide of the Ewoks, reducing their numbers from thirty million, to a mere five thousand. When the Rebellion began their mission on Endor...
"You rebel scum," sneered admiral Hewex as he wrestled the bowcaster from the wookie warrior, Chewbacca. With it, he shot down the warrior, to the horror of the Rebels. Then, the Imperials opened fire on the remaining soldiers, including Han Solo and Leia Organa.
Up in the second Death Star, Luke Skywalker felt those deaths. Falling to his knees in despair, his heart weakened, allowing the Emperor's gloating to get to him. Outside, via the window, the Rebel ships were shot down by the Imperial Navy.
"As I said, young Skywalker," said the Emperor, grinning. "This battle is won. Your fleet is lost. Your friends are dead. Your insignificant rebellion is at an end."
"Leia, Han," Luke sobbed to himself, as his face began to contort with anger.
"Good, good," smirked the Emperor. "Let your anger flow through you."
"Monsters, all of you," Luke sneered, turning his hateful gaze towards the Emperor. Luke ignited his lightsaber, rushing towards the Emperor, only to be stopped by Vader. Father and son dueled, with Luke's strikes becoming more ferocious by the second. Bang! Swoong! POW! Saber clashed with saber, the sparks flying all around the throne room!
"Die!" Luke roared as he tripped Vader and sent him to the floor, beginning a flurry of blows that the Sith Lord could not hope to parry. One final blow was all that Luke needed to cut off the villain's hand off. Eyes filled with hatred and despair, Luke held his green lightsaber overhead.
"Finish him, young Skywalker," goaded the Emperor, a toothy grin on his face. "Fulfill your destiny."
"My destiny," growled Luke as he stared at Vader's pathetic form; the man who once tormented the Galaxy lay in front of him, hand cut off, almost harmless. Luke then turned towards the Emperor, hate in his eyes, his teeth barred like a beast's. Luke rushed towards the Emperor, saber in hand, roaring. The Emperor smiled and closed his eyes, allowing the green saber to cut through his neck, sending his head rolling down.
"Luke," Vader called out, weakly getting up.
"Father," Luke replied, his anger subsiding. Only tender tears remained. "My friends, they're all gone."
"This civil war ends today," Vader said as he limped towards his son. "And the Jedi are now truly dead."
"I have failed," Luke said to himself, his lip quivering.
"No, son," Vader said, as he hugged Luke. "You live. I live. Together, we will rule the Galaxy as father and son."
Luke nodded, tears in his eyes.
"Now, my son," said Vader. "You shall stay by my side as my apprentice. Thus, you shall be known as Darth Caedus."
On that day, the dream of restoring the Republic died. Darth Vader rose to become Galactic Emperor, with his son, Darth Caedus, by his side. Vader's rule lasted twenty years, until Caedus bested him in a duel, ascending to the throne...
