Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. Blahblahblah…..
Authors Note: I'm sorry it's taking me so long to get another chapter out. School has been….Hectic to say the least. But I'm trying, I really am!
Darth Vader shifted anxiously, letting his weight go from foot to foot. The Emperor had just been killed recently and he was now the 'successor', so to speak. He stared out the window a bit angrily from his spot on the bridge. The Imperials are a bunch of idiots. They can't get anything done. He thought bitterly.
"Lord…Vader?" The admiral muttered nervously, walking over to the dark armored man. "We're….picking up some strange readings from Mustafar…We think there may be two rebels on the planet."
"What? Prepare my ship. I want to check it out!" Vader replied icily.
"Yes my lord." The man replied, running off quickly.
He had sensed a small disturbance in the force coming from somewhere close, and now he figured it was probably Mustafar. He felt a familiar presence, one that he hadn't felt in many years. It can't be…She's dead…I killed her. He thought to himself. Turning on a heel, he walked quickly from the bridge he had been standing on, his dark cape swirling around his ankles.
"Sir. Your ship is ready and waiting." One of the bridge officers said, saluting to him.
"Good. Now get back to your post. Or pay the price." Vader spat, brushing past the shorter man.
"Yes….Right away sir." The man muttered, running back to the bridge.
Vader boarded the small Tie-Fighter and flew towards the fiery planet. A small chill ran through his spine as he approached. He hadn't been on that planet in twenty or so years, and the memories were those he wished to forget. Letting the ship touch down, he exited quickly and looked over to see the familiar Nubian Royal Starship. "Padmé…" He breathed out gently. He cringed as it came out in a harsh voice because of the respirator. Heading quickly into the control room, he frowned to himself. What is she doing here? She wouldn't come back to this hell…. He thought as he approached the room with the same anger he had that day.
"Mother…I think we're going to have company." Luke breathed out, pulling away from her.
"What? Who?" She asked frightfully.
"Me…" Vader said harshly, stepping into the room.
"Wh….." Padmé muttered, turning quickly. Her eyes widened at the sight of the black armor. "No…" She whispered, stepping back.
"Hello Padmé." Vader muttered, smirking to himself.
Authors Note: Sorry for the short chapter…I hope to have more in the next one. And I have another story idea. I hope to both up soon..School allowing.