-1Possession
Author: Diamond
Time Period: Post-RotS and Pre-ANH
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the official cannon Star Wars characters. I can only claim a few role-playing characters, fictional characters, and situations.
Character: Vader/Anakin Skywalker
I was born a slave, an object since my birth, I had very little say in my life as a child. When I was older, a teen, I still couldn't control my own destiny and meld it into the shape I desired with my own two hands like other men did. A Jedi Padawan did not have that luxury as part of his life. He followed his "master" and learned through experience that was accompanied by a cold affection. The Jedi Code did not allow for much warmth in any emotional exchange except for an odd fellowship of a friendship. I rebelled very little during this point in my life, only disobeying slight here a bit and over there at other times. It was just enough to test Obi-wan and to prove to myself my existence meant something. As a Jedi Knight I thought I would gain some freedom, perhaps even to have earned the right to mold my own future with my own hands. I only found that all Jedi belonged to their order. Even the Jedi Masters and the council were property to their precious creed. Then I became what I am now; still I find that I am only property. I am still and object to be controlled by the whim and will of another. There is no cold affection to temper it however this time.
My fate is something I have always known would claim me. No amount of railing against it or denying it through useless rebellion and struggle could have stopped it. Destiny is inevitable. It is visible from the day we draw our first breath. Destiny claimed me as a destroyer of what I once loved and cherished into a being who would serve a man even crueler than I could ever even be. One day, it will change and I will still be bound and owned by someone or something else. You will not be there to see it however my old friend. I can imagine how it will go when we meet again. You will deny that fate and destiny exists with your head held high and your eyes blazing as you are armed only with an ineffectual blaster. The same as you were this time. You've been like that ever since we met when we were both only nine standard years old.
I think I may have resented you as much as I once cared for you old friend. The way you were, and still are, reminded me all too well of what I was. However it didn't seem too bad at the same time while you were there. We were both so competitive as we grew up, both feeling we had so much to prove. Yet you decided what you were going to do with your life. I watched as you bent destiny to your will. At the time, no man could have asked for a better wingman. Obi-wan never understood the siren-sweet addictive call of speed and flying, it could only be understood by those that piloted and raced. I surrendered to it and knew that it owned me as well. You looked at it and dared it to try and claim you with the exact same look in your eyes then as you have now. I always envied you for that ability.
Throughout the years our lives have changed, yet we haven't. I still belong to my Master and now the dark side of the force. You were never Jedi nor sith and I know you will never be claimed by either title due to your stubbornness and strength of will. I am an object that can be and will always be owned. You were born a free spirit and will always remain that way even in death. Nashara, you will die the way you lived when we meet next my dear wingman and oldest companion. You will die free with your head held high defiantly leaving me to envy the serenity in which you fought your passing and destiny.