The remaining crew that was still alive manned the guns and resumed firing at the small dark figure of Darth Vader below them. Antilles clamored away from the destruction in the middle of his ship and pushed aside one of his men to climb behind a large artillery cannon himself. As the split rear section of his ship veered out of control, he struggled with the gun with his one good arm and trained the sights carefully on Vader. What he saw made him pause. The dark creature was swiping away the massive laser blasts with his red lightsaber while reaching out with his other arm in grotesque twisted motions, summoning the very rocks that surrounded the base to obey his command. Antilles fired the cannon, full power non-stop. In seconds it started to give an overheat warning that was promptly kicked in by Antilles as he continued to shoot the gun.
"Blast you! Somebody land a hit on that devil!" he yelled out to the other gunners who shared the small section, the last still intact in his once proud flagship. He watched in horror as not a single shot hit the beast without getting deflected. Looking upward, Captain Antilles could see hundreds of rocks leaving the orbiting rings they had occupied for countless eons, all heading right for him.
Vader raised his arm and slammed it all the way down, sending him on one knee. Hundreds of boulders streamed past him overhead and converged on the broken hull. The ship collapsed and imploded from the force of the impacting rocks. The remains shattered into millions of pieces and scattered everywhere.
Vader stood up slowly and collapsed his lightsaber. There was little movement throughout the remains of the destroyed base. Debris drifted in all directions and some explosions continued where ships were once docked. The Sith lord was completely drained. He had overspent his energy, beyond anything he had done with the force in many years. His breathing continued heavily as he tried to figure out why he had lost control. It was the sight of Skywalker, son of his enemy, he concluded. And beyond that he let him get away, and he still had trouble accepting that. A foe that was vanquished long ago seemed to be reaching back from death, and Vader absolutely despised the idea. He kicked his boots down and drifted up through the weghtless cloud of broken spacecraft and structure. He triggered a small switch on his chest. An emergency beacon summoned a shuttle that was immediately dispatched from the nearest star destroyer to meet him.
As he coasted up and guided himself past the large floating rubble of the base, he saw that there were many shocktroopers still alive. Unlike the usual stormtroopers, they had a small supply of air, like Vader. In fact, Vader had a direct hand in the design of the suits they wore. The concept of the shocktrooper was his idea, and this was their first mission, and Vader concluded, their last. They were a complete failure. Their only objective was to secure the Millennium Falcon, a civilian craft simply docked at a base, and they couldn't even manage that. He saw some of them clinging to rocks, pulling each other together. They were waving, desperately trying to get help. Vader ignored their pleas and drifted on. They would pay for their failure, and for his.
It took a long time for the shuttle to reach Vader, too long he thought. But it gave him time to calm down, and to think of an explanation for the Emperor. Yet again he would have to explain away a failure. He would try to focus on the future, plan to double his efforts to find that ship again, to find the rebels, even if it meant he had to send probes to every inhabitable planet in the galaxy. He feared that it would not be enough for his master, and he would accept the consequences if it was not. The shuttle arrived and approached Vader. With slow and deliberate movements, it opened its hatch and Vader disappeared into the darkness within.