Announcement
He had been ordered to attend a Senate meeting by the Emperor. In his younger years he would have rolled his eyes in exasperation and found some way to sneak away, now, however it was much different. It wouldn't be long, he could feel it in what was left of his bones that he would be face to face with his old mentor. Finally, the circle would be complete. Maybe once he had destroyed his old master, he would finally have the power to bring her back. He had watched over the Naberrie family every since he had become a Sith Lord. He knew that Pooja was involved with the Alliance, however he had destroyed every being that could be connected to that information. He didn't love her, for Sith Lords didn't love, but he protected her. He couldn't help but wonder as he looked at Pooja what his child would look like. Pooja had her brown hair and her beautiful brown eyes. She reminded him so much of her. He gazed into the mirror it was amazing how much you could accomplish when you didn't have to face yourself in the mirror. He had to make the announcement that Senator Leia Organa was dead. He shook hands with the few Senator's who approached him. Some that he still reconized for they had known her. He stops and approaches Pooja. "Senator Naberrie."
"Lord Vader."
"I was sorry to hear about the death of your grandmother."
"Thank you for your condolences, but she never got over the death of my aunt."
"Again, my condolences."
"No problem, Lord Vader, you didn't kill her." Darth Vader turned on his heel and made his way to the front.
"The Emperor is sorry that he was unable to make it here today but we have received word that Senator Leia Organa's ship crashed, leaving no survivers. We will observe her death with a moment of silence." He stepped back from the podium and started to meditate, leaving them all behind. That was all he had to do. He thought back at Pooja's innocent words. You didn't kill her. Oh, but I did, Pooja. Oh, but I did. It seemed these days he could barely remember being anyone except Darth Vader. He had kept his promise to protect the Naberrie family and Naboo. No matter what other atrocities he had committed he had kept his promise to her. He could destroy Tattooine. He really should destroy Tattooine. It was a planet that he had always detested. Maybe he would inquire of the Emperor to use Tattooine as a test subject for his grand weapon, the Death Star. He would finally rid the galaxy of the planet where Anakin Skywalker had been a slave. He would finally destroy one of his last ties to the past and while he was at it he would take out Jabba the Hutt. Darth Vader left the Senate and headed back to his ship to wait for Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ani, and whoever this Luke person was. He knew that Anakin Skywalker was still alive or he wouldn't be getting bits and pieces of thoughts from him. He would have to keep Anakin Skywalker with him. He would have to convince him to kill Obi-Wan in the past whenever he got back. That would save Padme, and would save him from this retched existance. He would turn Anakin to the ways of the Sith, if it could be done once, it could be done again. He would have the young Anakin as a Sith. He would preserve his present and this time he would do it without the Force-forsaken suit. The Galaxy would soon see the end of Obi-Wan Kenobi and soon thereafter, he would take down the Emperor, and then he would bring Padme back.
"Lord Vader, Emperor Palpatine has requested that you contact him."
"Very well. You are dismissed."
"Of course, milord." The transmission ended and he sighed as he kneeled and began the holotransmission. "You requested my presence, my master."
"Yes, Lord Vader. I sense a great disturbance in the Force."
"I...have sensed it as well, my master."
"Arise, Lord Vader," he stated after a moment. It pained Vader to be in a kneeling position for extended periods of time, which was why Sidious left him there as lord as possible. He could only stop when commanded by Sidious. "There has been a great unbalance. Something has shifted."
"The Jedi are all but exterminated, my master."
"Granted, Yoda and Obi-Wan managed to escape us but we destroyed their order. Their fire has gone out of the universe. But beware, my apprentice, there are those who are Force sensitive and are a threat to us even without the proper training."
"Of course, my Master."
"How is the Death Star coming?"
"It is almost complete. It will be finished with in a few standard days."
"Exellent. You have done well. You will no longer be dispatched to different planets. We will be able to use the Death Star to keep them in line. However, you are to ferret out this beacon of light and bring it to me."
"As you wish."
"I want you to take note of Moff Tarkin. I am assigning him as head of the Death Star in order to enforce Tarkin's Doctrine. You will follow his lead."
"With all due respect, Master, Tarkin is cruel."
"Cruel? Cruel, Vader, is that the best argument you can come up with?"
"He has no understanding of the greater scheme of things. He does nothing for our Empire. He's a sadist."
"You...after all these years, Skywalker still has control of you. He is exactly what we need. We shall rule through fear of force rather than force alone. Perhaps, it was a mistake taking you away from the Jedi. Apprentice, if you could just leave all that behind there's no limit to what you can do. You are fond of complaining about your injuries that you substained but it isn't the injuries that keep you from your full potential it's yourself. You continue to cling to your guilt. If you would just let go of it perhaps, you would be able to surpass me."
"Of course, my master."
"My Order stands. You will answer to Tarkin in the same manner that you answer to me."
"Yes, my master."
"Before you go, Lord Vader," the Emperor cackled as he shot out waves of lightning to his apprentice. "You should get to a medbay," he stated as he ended the transmission. Darth Vader arose very slowly and headed to the medbay. He couldn't withstand but so much of the lightning, it fried his circuits.