VI
Vader returned to the capital with reports on the Death Star's progress for the Emperor. He stalked through the corridors of the imperial palace until he reached the heavily guarded chambers of Emperor Palpatine. "Enter Lord Vader, I've been expecting you," the menacing croak echoed throughout the chamber. "My master," Vader dropped to his knees before the Emperor. "Rise Vader. What news from the Death Star?" the Emperor rose from his throne and moved slowly toward his apprentice. "The engineers have arrived and work on the superweapon is expected to begin immediately, my master." Vader moved quickly to Palpatine's side as the Emperor reviewed the schematics Vader had brought along. "Very good Lord Vader. Inform Captain Tarkin that if the Death Star is successful he will be handsomely rewarded. Now, return to the space station and see that it is done." The Emperor returned to his throne as Vader bowed low before him. "Master, I have felt a disturbance, it has plagued me for many nights," Vader watched as the Emperor's face contorted into a nightmarish grimace. "You are over tired Lord Vader. Pay no attention to these feelings as they shall soon pass." And with a wave of his wrinkled hand, Palpatine dismissed his apprentice.
Vader quit his master's chambers and stumbled into the hall, leaning against one the corridors many columns for support. "Are you alright, milord?" a trooper hurried to his side as Vader placed a hand against his chest. "All is well, Captain," Vader waved his gloved hand and dismissed the solider. The trooper saluted and headed on his way while Vader steadied himself. Violent waves crashed within him and rocked him to the core. The disturbance was very great indeed.