Title: Imparting my Treasures
Author: angelgidget
Rating: G
Genre: Au, Drama
Setting: Alternate Universe, 15 years after Anakin's Fall
Characters: Darth Vader, Admiral Piet Summary: Darth Vader is dying, but before he goes, he leaves his best friend Piet with the greatest of treasures.
Disclaimer: If I wanted credits, I'd have to resort to a Jedi Mind Trick (c); Lucas knows I couldn't make any with Star Wars.
A/N: This is a one-poster, I'm sorry. I expect that it will feel like it needs continuing, but I can't manage such a thing till summer comes. In the meantime, consider this the start of a nice plot-bunny.
IMPARTING MY TREASURES
"Lord Vader, please!"
"Piet, my friend...I am dying. This assasin's poison has no antedote. I'm amune to any that do. Stop. Don't try to tell me that I will live when neither you or I can fulfill that promise. Piet, I'm going to tell you a story. You've heard my battle stories, my tales of political intrigue. The one I'm going to tell you is a...fairytale. For lack of better word. It is not befitting a Sith, but niether is frienship.
"A long time ago, there lived a young boy. He was a slave, and he worked in his master's shop. One day, the most beautiful person he had ever seen walked into his life. There as no doubt in his nine-year-old mind that she was an angel, and he would marry her one day. She was, and he did. He became a powerful and honored person so that he might be worthy of her. After they were wed, they created a place called Paradise. There were no troubles there. But after a time, Paradise began to fade. She was dying, even as she gave birth. She gave birth to twins, a girl and a boy. The moon and the sun. They became the man's world, even as his lady died. He took his treasures to a grey castle, hoping to protect them from the outside world, as he himself decended into darkness. He left to serve a facinating, yet evil man in a bleak empire. He thought of his treasures from time to time, even as he thought of his lady.
"Piet, that lady...was my wife. I miss her. I miss her like a suffocating man misses air. It is only through the force that my will to surive without her has withstood the test of time. Now that time is gone, and I will soon be back in the paradise of her arms. There are no black suits, or respirators, or grotesque masks there. I've waited more that fifteen years; now I have less than fifteen mintues. But before I go, I impart my treasuresmy childrento you. If you check the rightmost top hatch of the control center of my personal shuttle, you will find an autopilot command. It will take you to Bast Castle. It will take you to my son and my daughter. Take care of them. See that they continue to study what I've taught them. See that they do not forget their heritage. And if you treasure my friendhip at all, see that the Emperor never knows that they yet live.
"Promise me."
"I..."
"Promise me."
"Anakin!"
"Promise me!"
"Yes, my Lord."
FIN
