The throne room onboard the Supremacy was in shambles, the red guards bodies were strewn across the floor in pieces. Fires consumed the red tapestry that had covered the throne room from the outside, which was showing the futile battle. That wasn't what was happening in the room, all that was happening was that most powerful battle to happen between two powerful force users known in history. Both were Sith, both Darths of their own time but out of the two, only one was still showing signs of youth. Crimson blade met a dark blood colored blade of the light pike, sparks flying in every direction.

"You were weak when I gave you life, you were nothing more than a pet project for the Sith!" Darth Plagueis snarled, having to parry back the blade of the cybernetic Sith.

Darth Vader didn't reply, violently swinging his weapon in one hand. The force behind it sent the older Sith stumbling back, his body was tall but not even strong enough to really face off against this type of assault for long periods of time. The pain it was in, pure agony! This had been his last attempt at regaining a physical form but failed to fully merge with the body. This wasn't going to end well…

Onboard the Imperator; Penelope, Fleur, Luke, Leia, Rey and Sheldia were in shock. They had felt Harry become one with the force, quite violently before Vader had gone berserk. Sheldia, Fleur and Penelope had been hit the worst, Luke was holding Leia in his arms. Rey was just trying to understand what she had felt when Fleur had spoken. Her friend and wouldbe Master was dead.

Grief and loss flooded her heart, as she had to lean on Fin for support. The ex-stormtrooper looked shaken as well, since he had gotten along well with Harry. It wasn't until Thrawn walked in that the last bits of hope that the truth wasn't real came crashing down.

"Harry Potter," Thrawn said, clearly having to keep any emotion out of his voice, "is dead...the bio readers are not picking up his signal."

Luke looked up at the Chiss Grand Admiral, "Now what do we do?"

"When Lord Vader returns, we shall find out." Thrawn said flatly.

Darth Vader felt nothing but pure rage, emotion so pure that both the Light and the Dark sides of the Force sang it. It filled his every cell, every mechanical fiber and wire. Darth Plagueis would die, he was the reason that Kylo Ren existed in the first place. His blade pounded against Plagueis' light pike, before he grabbed the handle between where Plagueis held it, smashing it into his face.

Plagueis stunned, Vader spun his blade and slashed off where the pike met lightsaber. The now useless metal was pulled out of the hands of the old Sith before Vader rammed the still glowing end of the extended weapon through Plagueis' chest. The noise of flesh being penetrated followed by a distinct smell of cooked meat filled the room. Vader looked at Plagueis, snarling through the vocoder as the Sith Lords golden silk robes were slowly becoming a sickly dark brown red.

Plagueis looked up into the mask of Darth Vader, realizing that this was the end of the road. His body was dying, his spirit was losing its grip on it. He was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it, not this time. Vader shoved the metal further into the body, blood gushing out the back of the wound before returning to soaking the golden robes. The two Siths looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity, maybe more but it was over in seconds.

Plagueis' last thoughts barely even surfaced as he felt the Force drag his away for good, "This wasn't how it was supposed to end…"

That thought passed as his eyes rolled up into his skull, the body going limp. Darth Vader let go of the handle, letting the body fall onto the ground. As it did, the Sith Lord fell to his knees, blade deactivating. He then cried for his son...

This is how it feels to be Darth Vader right now:

The man you had become was crumbling around you finally let the truth fill your soul. Every part of your being is filled with that ancient, dead and cold star dragon. Your son, Harry James Potter Skywalker, the son you swore to protect was now dead.

"Eventually," The Dragon chackled, "even stars BURN OUT."

The young man you raised the way you wanted your children; Luke and Leia, to be raised. You raised him to be the most powerful Force user since yourself or even Revan! But now, it was over...He was dead.

Just like Padmé was...

Like Obi-wan...

Like Qui-Gon Jinn…

All of them, Dead.

You can't even bring yourself to name all the younglings, Jedi or anyone else your blade or anger had destroyed. Your heart grieved so heavily that, now, it finally came to you that you will never stop the Dragon now. You can never stop it's truth from filling your mind like the words of Sidious.

Nothing could stop your grief from escaping the mask that covered your burnt face. Your hands summoned the slashed hilt of your sons' lightsaber, the weapon you had watched him craft through days of meditating and focusing his emotions into the weapon of purity that was his. The crystal slashed in two as you finally face the body, the body that wore the armor of your sons' ancestor, Revan.

Now it was only you, now.

Not even Luke or Leia could save you this time, you were truly alone…

Purely alone…

Forever, alone…

You pick up the body of your son, your limbs heavy with sorrow as you place the helmet on his head. Covering the sleeping face of Harry Potter.

You wanted to lash out ot Ben Solo/Kylo Ren but you couldn't, you were now a broken cybernetic man that held the body of your son. Not even the Force can comfort you as your furnace heart is finally doused out, the rage and anger disappearing as you let out a mournful cry into the Force. The Force goes silent, letting you suffer in your own sorrow as the Dragon laughs darkly.

You finally hear your breathing, harsh and forced as you step onto an empty troop transport, but as you almost reach that final destination…

You stop, you feel her love.

Love you haven't felt since you had been…

Anakin Skywalker.

You could feel the love from the other side of the Force, the purity that had been his balance.

It is then that you remember when you had found a way to save her from the Force, that Dead Dragon suddenly recoiled from around your heart. It screamed as your heart beats harder and hotter than ever before. You knew what you have to do, to save them from death that dared to take your family away.

You will bring Padmé and Harry back, they will be saved for good. Nothing will stop you from that.

This is your path, to bring back the family you need to have.

With this in your mind, you crush that Dragon once more beneath your mental boot, grinding it into dust to small that it would never come back. It was time for the Skywalkers to come back for good.