Vader extended his arm and grabbed Proxy by the force.
"Master?" Proxy asked, floating in the air.
"I have need of your services."
He gripped his fist and broke Proxy into a bunch of different pieces. He felt no remorse, no guilt. In his mind, it was all for an end goal.
He sat onto the metal floor of the ship, setting his lightsaber crystal in front of him. Vader slowly closed his eyes and began concentrating onto his crystal, but he soon realized he didn't know what to do. His master hadn't given him any instructions. Probably on purpose to see what his apprentice could accomplish without him, Vader deemed, but he wouldn't give up so easily.
He began meditating into the crystal, focusing on its aura. He tried to balance his aura with its, but he was having trouble. It was like they were incompatible with one another but at the same time, they shared so many similarities. He focused harder, hoping that that would help his predicament.
Doing so made his mind feel like it was on fire or that bombs were going off inside it.
"BLEED!"
Vader jumped up, unintentionally grabbing his waist for a lightsaber but found nothing. "Who was that?" he asked himself.
He stood silent for a few moments. When nothing happened, he sat back down.
"I will not be frightened away." He began meditating again, trying to match the crystal's aura once more.
"BLEED!" He opened his eyes once more. It felt as the voice was coming from the crystal like it was talking to him, but how could a mere crystal have a voice, he thought.
He grabbed it.
The word bleed echoed throughout his mind. "What do you mean bleed?"
"Bleed with anger…" it echoed.
He still didn't know what that meant. "Bleed with anger…" it echoed throughout his mind until suddenly, he had an idea.
He crossed his legs once more and began focusing on his anger, onto his hatred. Obi-wan, the Jedi, the separatists; they were all things he despised. It made his blood boil and his heart pump with tremendous force; it was like a shockwave went throughout his whole body. He grinded his teeth as his anger intensified. His anger radiated off him.
He opened his eyes and saw a giant crystal before him with a crack going through the middle, just like the crystal he had just retrieved.
It was calling to him like it was hypnotizing him.
"Bleed. Bleed. Bleed." Those words echoed throughout his vision.
He walked up to it. "Bleed!" it kept saying.
He placed one of his mechanical hands onto it.
Slowly, from his hand, a blood red color came out of it and into the crystal. It was like food coloring entering water. He placed his other hand onto it and the same thing happened.
It was his anger, hatred, resentment, and sadness; poured from his soul and into the giant crystal slowly, like a liquid. It turned it from its once clear color to pure red.
He awoke. The crystal was red. It was bled with Vader's anger and hatred.
With the force, he dragged the broken bits of Proxy's body and had them float in midair and began assembling it in a way the Jedi had thought him. After all, it was the same method for both Jedi and Sith.
He grabbed a power cell from Proxy's body; and then made a casing using his broken arms and legs. Using wires from his body, he wrapped it around the inner and outer shell of his lightsaber casing. With one quick swoop, he put all the pieces together with the force.
A tiny hole was left for a lever and a button. He picked one out from Proxy's body and placed them in, slowly putting the lightsaber onto the ground.
He grabbed it, inspecting each crevice. It was a crude and simple job, by no means his final design. It was rigid, dull, and murky, far from being the weapon of a Sith.
He put his hand on the button, caressing it for a moment until he pressed it.
The lightsaber powered on, making a swoosh sound but no beam came out until a second later, the beam blared out of the casing, turning on and off a few times, until it was a solid red color.
Finally, he thought. He was done. He had his lightsaber.
He turned on the hologram and bowed onto one knee, "Master."
Sidious appeared, "Have you done it?" He grabbed his lightsaber from his waist and ignited it—blood red. Sidious did a malicious grin, "Good. You are now a true Sith, my apprentice."
"Thank you, my master."
"Now, go to Tatooine and find Kenobi and capture him. We need him alive." Vader scowled at that request. He'd much rather kill his old master, cut off each of his body parts first to make him feel how he felt every day, then kill him with his own bare hands, feeling as his breathe slowly dissipated until finally, there was nothing but his lifeless corpse in his hands. "My apprentice."
Vader was flown out of his thoughts. He quickly looked up. "Yes, master?"
"I can feel your distaste. Speak."
Vader paused for a second, not knowing if he should speak or not, but the look on his master's face made him feel like he had no choice but to. "Master, why not just kill him?"
Sidious snarled, "You never see the big picture, my apprentice. In my vision, I saw Obi-Wan Kenobi on Tatooine but not because he was hiding, but because he had a purpose. A way to take our Empire down. We need to find out what that is, then we can kill him."
Vader sighed quickly, pressing his lips together and dropping his head. "If it is what you wish, then I shall execute it."
"Good. After we find out his purpose, you can kill him." Vader grinned at that. "And why stop there, why not torture him for the rest of his days? Give him complete agony." Vader didn't answer. "Just a thought to have on your mind, my friend. Make him suffer as he did you." The transmission cut off.
He gripped his lightsaber and said, "I am coming, Kenobi."
He walked up the nav computer and set his course to Tatooine. His eyes were pure yellow, and his determination high. He was ready.
With one pull of the lever, the ship went into lightspeed.
