I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT MY OWN (They belong to George Lucas)
With his arms crossed across his respirator, Lord Darth Vader looked across the decimated land that was once Esfera. Over a century ago, Esfera had once been the capital of a sprawling empire on the edge of the Unknown Regions, controlling over 3 dozen planets within several systems. But the Esferan Empire had not lasted; the 3 ruling houses (the Royal Houses of Ek'la, Velar and De'Reian) fought against each other, resulting in the then-Republic having to step in and made matters even worse when a corrupt senator ordered the destruction of Esfera, the centre point of the empire.
Once Esfera fell, so did the rest of the Esferan Empire and civilisation as the Esferans knew it.
"Esfera was once, reportedly, a beautiful place, but now all that is left is crumbling buildings and dust," a phantom voice whispered in Vader's head. "It was said to be a mix between Naboo and Alderaan; grand elegance."
He was thrown back to a memory, where he was standing in a golden-tinted bedroom as SHE moved back and forth, packing clothes into a small bag on the bed. He was looking at holos on the wall, each one portraying different moments in HER career before coming Queen. One was of HER standing with a group of humans in tattered clothing, taken on Esfera.
"The refugees on Esfera are slowly rebuilding civilisation there, but it will take centuries to get even remotely close to what they had there."
Vader forced himself out of the memory, instead concentrating on the crumbling city of Genavi on the horizon...
AN; My first posted story. Reviews are welcome!