Chapter 2

Emperor Palpatine jumped off the dropship. They were on Mustafar, and he had sensed Lord Vader was in danger. He looked across the landscape, and saw him. Anakin(what was left of him, anyway)was laying near the edge of the riverbank.

"There he is!" Palpatine told the clone troopers that were back at the dropship. He quickly walked over to Anakin to see the extent of his injuries. They were pretty bad. Anakin's left arm had been cut off at the elbow, and both legs had been lopped off at the knee. But that wasn't the half of it. Anakin was covered all over in third degree burns, and his breaths were quick and ragged.

"What do you ask of us?" one of the clone troopers asked him.

"Help get him to the ship."

Palpatine watched through a window. The droids were working hard at keeping Anakin alive. Palpatine himself had had to use the force extensively to keep Anakin alive so far. In a way, Palpatine was sad that Anakin was injured. But only because is was Sith tradition for the apprentice to kill the master, which Vader may never be able to do.

Palpatine winced as he watched the med droids working on Vader, removing the dead skin, placing new legs. The burns were bad, but it was the lungs that worried him. Vader's lungs had been seared on Mustafar, do to the flames and the smoke.

Vader slowly opened his eyes. Everything was dark. No, it wasn't. He was wearing some kind of mask. He looked around, his hands and legs tied to the operating table he was on.

"Lord Vader…" he heard Palpatine say.

"Yes, master?" he replied.

"Rise…" said Palpatine. Suddenly, the table he was on started turning upright, so he could stand up. Anakin had one thought on his mind.

"Where's Padme?"

Palpatine wondered what to tell Vader. Palpatine knew Padme had died, due to a deep depression and without a will to live. But, the last time Anakin had seen Padme, he had choked her into unconsciousness.

"She's dead, Lord Vader. It seems you killed her in your anger."

Anger filled Vader. His selfishness had caused to the death of his wife. He growled, then screamed in anger and sadness. In a second, he felt the dark side of the force erupting around him. The straps holding down his arms and legs broke, and he walked to the middle of the room, using his anger to charge the force, throwing metal objects around the room, destroying the medical droid. He looked, and saw the Emperor laughing. He had just reached his peak of anger, and his master was laughing? Hate filled anger, hate for Palpatine, hate for Palpatine lying to him for years, for tricking him. Vader would never be powerful enough, not anymore…