Darth Vader
Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, sat is his meditation chamber feeling as close to human as it was possible for a man who had to depend on machines for life to feel. He thought back to the story of Darth Sidious's master who had been so powerful he had been able to save people from death and create life. Only now did he understand, Sidious had never meant to save his wife but to turn him into this machine. He had wanted to create this new life for him. He pressed his lips to the smaller wooden object in this hands. He had been unable to go through whatever life now held for him without at least a token from his beloved and their forbidden life together. He heard a familiar sound and he place the familiar object in his cloak, reaching out with the Force to enclose himself once again. Moff Tarkin was in the background and it was Admiral Ozzel that smoke. Was today the day he would finally have an excuse to get rid of him? The man was an imbecile and he detested idiots. He was as clumsy as he was stupid, and Vader had little patience for him.
"My lord," he spoke quickly, his eyes darting around nervously, "Lord Vader?"
"Yes, get on with it. You are trying my patience, Admiral."
"Yes, yes of course. We....the Emperor has requested that you take one last look at the plans for the Death Star. It's nearly complete. Soon we will crush our enemies and squash their pitiful Rebellion."
"Of that I have no doubt. That is quite enough, Admiral. Send Piett with the plans and I'll look them over. Bring any paperwork with him, unless you prefer I make an inspection while I'm about."
"No, my lord. We will send him immediately." An unknown memory came to him, as if from a different time, a different man, as he remembered the words spoken to him. 'It's not very Jedi to gloat.' He was no Jedi. He pushed the thoughts away. His moved around his room, which at one time he had thought resembled a hospital room. Now, it just contrasted greatly with the colors of his suit. He sat on the leather sofa and stretched out his long mechanical legs, which he couldn't tell if the couch was comfortable with the lesser metal digging in and over the protestic skin. It was quite burdensome.
"Lord Vader?"
"Enter Captain."
"Yes, milord," and the door slid open to reveal the Captain. Darth Vader used the force to take the datapad from the captain.
"Captain Piett, what do you think of the Death Star?"
"It's very technologically advanced. The first of its kind. It's a Supreme Weapon the takes all the will out of a fight."
"In other words, where's the fun in that?"
"Precisely, milord."
"Our Emperor designed, or rather had this designed probally before the Clone Wars. It was meant to crush hope. Hense it's name."
"You don't think Hope Crusher would have been more suitable?"
"Captain, I didn't name it. Though one would wonder why as conceited as he is he didn't name it something like Palpatine's Horror."
"You mean like Vader's fist?"
"Well, I do learn from my master. Aren't you afraid of me Captain?"
"Milord, the stormtroopers quiver in your shadow."
"And you?"
"I've never met a man I respected more."
"You are dismissed," Captain Piett placed one leg behind the other, saluted Lord Vader and fenished preforming an about face as he left swiftly.