It had taken over a standard year for the Executor to be constructed. It was one of the Empires most ambitious projects and after the recent events with the rising rebellion it's completion was essential.
In command officially was Admiral Ozzel, the very definition of a fat cat. Too big for his boots and unfit for command of such a mighty vessel.
All of this floating around in Vader's head as he sat in his newly constructed meditation chamber aboard the Executor. His helmet removed he could breathe freely, the cool air and clear space around him a welcome reprieve to his humid and claustrophobic helmet.
Vader, in deep meditation reached out with the force. He often found when being trapped in the suits prison like confines became too much for him, sensing the galaxies life was an excellent technique for relaxing himself, if only for a while. He began thinking about the ship once more.
A much more suitable candidate for the Vessels command would be the current captain who, despite being young showed much potential when compared to Ozzel's clumsy nature.
In fact, he could sense him now...Vader quickly slid his finger to the control panel to his right, lowering his helmet and resealing it. His chair turned as his chamber opened revealing the rest of the room and the young Captain Piett standing to attention.
"My Lord, I wish to to inform you that the Executor is now capable of Hyperspace travel and her systems are fully functional." He informed Vader briskly "We merely await Admiral Ozzel's arrival before making our maiden voyage to Coruscant."
"How are the weapon systems?" Vader asked, wishing to ensure nothing was wrong before their arrival.
"Fully operational, my Lord." The young Captain replied, brimming with pride. "And the Admiral should arrive within the next hour or so."
"Let us hope he will not delay us any further, I am certain the Emperor will not be happy that one of his... prized ships is..." Vader suddenly felt fatigued, he found his vision darkening at the edges, his heart beating twice as fast and his breathing accelerated!
And then, in the what would have been less than a second Vader was wrenched across the galaxy, he saw a planet riddled with storms and darkness, he felt the weak presence of Imperials but far more than that he felt a disturbance.
There was something on this planet that emanated pure hatred and rage. A being of pure darkness that lived in shadow. Vader could sense it's danger and he could sense that something was about to go very wrong. Something that if not contained could destroy this galaxy.
The Force was calling him to this place, and Vader knew that it was to put an end to this threat, whatever it was for it was far too dangerous to be left uncontrolled.
Once again Vader was wrenched but this time it was back to the Executor, back into his chamber. His vision cleared and he found he was slumped, leaning in his chair, his heart racing and his breath coming out in deep rasps. Piett stared at Vader, unsure of what to say at this sign of... Weakness?
"My...my Lord are you-!" Vader cut him off before he could finish his sentence with a raise of his hand. His rasping breathes coming in quick succession.
"Order all men to get to their stations and prepare for a hyperspace jump, we are leaving without the Admiral. You are in command for now Captain." Vader said, slowly rising from his chair.
"Yes my Lord, I will order the men to prepare the jump to Coruscant!" Said Piett, regaining his composure quickly.
"No Captain, Coruscant is no longer our destination. The Force has called to me and I will answer. Set our new destination to Eadu in the Outer Rim." Vader said, his commanding voice booming throughout the chamber. "The Emperor can wait."