He was surrounded in darkness. All around him a voice that sounded like a demon kept chanting repeatedly, "Weak, Foolish, Failure." Was this the realm of chaos? It must be. He tried putting his hands over his ears in an attempt to make the voice go away, but it only got louder.

Suddenly everything changed and he landed in a desolate wasteland with shriveled trees and rivers that had been turned to solid stone. To the north of him he saw a house on a hill that was dimly lighten. He instantly recognized that it was his childhood home.

Warily walking up the cobblestone steps he reached the door. Upon entering the house the lights gave out and he was hit with a wave of cold air that left him trembling. He continued his trek until he made his way to the living room. In the darkness he saw a shadowy figure sitting in a chair.

"Who's there!?", shouted Alex. "Show yourself whoever you are!"

The figure chuckled. "You mustn't say you've forgotten about me already, son?"

Alex's eye's widened in horror. "Not him, please don't be him…"

Emerging from the shadows he came face to face with his deceased father, Targoth O'Donnell. When Alex was only 12 years of age his father was brutally murdered in front of him by a power learning android created by the mad scientist Dr. Isrole Jacobs. He vowed when he first became a padawan under Mace Windu he'd gain the power to vanquish the mechanical monstrosity.

"I raised you in the hopes that you would become a beacon of light for the galaxy", Targoth said sternly. Crossing his arms, he closed his eyes. "You were once a respectable Jedi Master who was beloved by all his friends and allies. Now you're nothing more than a withered shell of your former self."

The words his father had said to him stung, but they were true. He was a man who once had friends who he considered family. Those same friends would have come to his aid and helped him defeat his enemies and die at his side if need be.

He threw it all away to fuse with the demonic force entity Vitiate and to use his unholy powers to forcibly bring about his vision to a galaxy he thought was inherently corrupt.

His father turned his back on his son and snarled, "It's already far too late for you."

Feeling a sudden surge of terror Alex said, "What are you going to do to me, father?"

Igniting his lightsaber Targoth said, "I'm going to rid the universe of your evil." Before Alex could react his father pulled him with the force impaling him through his lightsaber.

Feeling himself dying once more he looked up and saw not only his father, but everyone he had ever interacted throughout his life laughing at him and celebrating his death.

Hearing the sounds of a heart monitor going, " Beep, Beep, Beep" he slowly awoke. He looked around seeing he was in an ICU and there were many IV lines going into his body. He tried to move his body but was met with a sharp pain that made him shiver. Groggily Alex, shouted, "Hello is there anyone here? I need help!"

Walking in the room emerged a curvaceous women with glasses, long bushy auburn hair, hoop earrings, a white lab coat with a red ribbon army logo on the left side, and blue eyes he'd become all too familiar with.

She began taking his vitals, which all showed up green. She sat on a chair next to his bed and gave him a heartfelt smile.

''You're doing much better than when you first came here. You were in a pretty precarious situation with all those broken bones and lacerations."

Narrowing his eyes he said, "You're Red Ribbon. Who are you, and why have brought me here?"

He could see her biting her lower lip and wait, was she slightly blushing? He could feel a rage boiling within him. He wanted to grab her by the force and strangle or better yet, electrocute her for her insolence. Did this women really bring him here, and operate on him because she had delusions that he would he leap into her arms and declare his love for her for saving him? He would make certain this foolish wretch paid for her naïvety in foolishly bringing him to this lab.

"So you brought me here because you're infatuated with me, correct?", he hissed. "You have no clue not to whom your dealing with."

Jumping off the bed all the IV lines disconnected as he attempted to lunge at her only for him to fall to ground in pain right as his feet touched the floor. Painfully he let out a groan, and looked up. There she stood completely unfazed by his attempted attack on her and to further add insult to injury, she had concern clearly etched on her face not for herself, but for him.

"You aren't fully healed, you need to get back in the bed", 21 said softly. She knelt down and gently assisted the former emperor back into his bed. After he was back in and comfortable she reattached the IV lines that had been disconnected in his attempted 'attack' on her.

"I don't need your charity", he growled. "Make no mistake, when I recover I will find a way out of this facility and if you're in my way you'll live regret it."

"Would you like, anything to eat?", she inquired."You've been unconscious for quite some time, so I'd assume due to you being saiyan you must be quite hungry.

He had just threatened her, and she was now offering him a meal? This women must be insane or too pure for her well being. Though he'd never admit it directly, he was quite hungry.

"I'll have pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and bacon", he murmured .

He saw her nod at him with a small smile and then she departed out of his room. When she was gone and out of sight he put his hands on his face. This was all very confusing. Just a short while ago he was a Dark Lord of The Sith who was feared and had power beyond his wildest dreams. Now he was dethroned, without a purpose and stuck with a women he couldn't say for sure what her intentions were.

Was she playing him for a fool? Pretend to care for him, only then to betray and then subsequently murder him when was at his weakest? He didn't know, his only plan for now was to watch and observe. He would treat her as if she was an enemy spy and assume she playing him like a fiddle to achieve her own ends.

A/N: Another fun chapter to write. Hopefully you like what your seeing. Thank you for your support. Reviews are appreciated.