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41st Millennium:

A Star Wars Story

By: Lewis II

Original Idea by:

YouTube (2018). " Could Darth Vader survive in Warhammer 40k?" Commissar Gamza: YouTube. From: /p0czd32HPQw

YouTube (2018). " Could Darth Sidious survive in Warhammer 40k?" Commissar Gamza: YouTube. From: /p0czd32HPQw

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Interlude II:

Rest

The moment the Inquisitors entered the Poenitens, they felt the relief of a well accomplished mission. Woodthorne then adjusted the autopilot mechanism and set the coordinates for their next assignment. The team then storaged the recovered files and objects into a safe and headed to their separate quarters. It was an ancient and barely functional vessel, long forgotten at the hangars of Galathar. Nevertheless a swift one with a decent haul, competents weapons and enough commodities to pass time while they traversed the stars, since the Warp travelling cogitator was no longer functional.

Within his chamber, Vader could finally test one of the two pieces of equipment Mordrek delivered for his graduation: an amniotic tank. A chance for proper maintenance and rest for his body, Vader thought.

He detached his arm and legs and with the help of a crane and an autonomous Mechadendrite removed the remaining limb and entered the tank. He remained suspended, floating. It was his body, his breath and his consciousness all that mattered. His muscles were loose, his breathing was relaxed, for the first time in days. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he was falling asleep. His consciousness drifted into rest and his guard was finally down.

All of a sudden, everything became mute….

A sweet voice came to his ears:

"Ani?"

His heart stopped for a second as he opened his eyes. He could only whisper in disbelief.

"Is this real?"

"Yes…I've been waiting for you." Padme answered with a smile and a small giggle.

She was laying on top of him, with her long curled hair and that innocent smile. No extravagant hair ornaments, no makeup, but it was still her, the real her. He caressed her thigh with his left hand as if to feel if she was real. He could feel her weight on his pelvis and his legs, while moving his toes. One again, his body was complete. He was himself once more.

He looked around and saw the splendid marble decorations, the exquisite furniture, the gold details on the chandelier, the white,brown, green and grey and golden colors around the room, the pink thin almost transparent curtains hanging from the top of their bed. He felt the warmth of the weather and the breeze of the river, while he gazed at the flowers and grass in the distance from the window. Once more, he was in Naboo.

His face remained still, since he could not believe what he was seeing.

"What is it?" she murmured.

How could he answer that question? He felt broken, hollow, weak. And yet this little moment was a candle in the dark for his void heart.

"I...I...I'm sorry… for everything." he whispered with his younger clean voice.

A tear rolled down his face as she catched it with her lips. She looked at him like the first time, when he was a young boy dreaming to be a Jedi. She took his hand and held it tight to her face.

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that we're here. Together, Ani. Please, be with me. Love me."

Anakin nodded. She removed her white nightwear and showed her figure, as delicate and provocative as he remembered. He took her in his arms and layed on top.

"I will never let you go Padme, you're my wife. I love you."

"I love you too Anakin. You're the love of my life."

She took his robe off and tenderly kissed his chest, making her way through his neck up to his lips. He had forgotten the tenderness of her touch, the sensation it brought and the way it shook him. He caressed her back up and down as if to prove it was the dream he thought never to be true again. Anakin felt once more his own strength the moment he took his wife between his hands, a simple pleasure long lost after committing so many atrocities and giving up his will to the Dark side. Their lips and tongues became more sloppy as their bodies rubbed against each other. Anakin's melancholy and shyness were interrupted as the heat of Padme's thighs inebriated his thoughts. In an instant, His remorse and pain was no more, Vader was no more, and once more the lovers became one.

While they started moving, he remembered their first night together. He was eager back then and it all ended too soon, but they managed to enjoy themselves. Their tight embrace and the heat of their breath made them sweat profusely, as if they were melting into each other while the pleasure augmented.

They moaned together in ecstasy, as he kissed some of her battle scars. He was trying to make amendments for the damage he had costed her, all the pain she went through because of him. He could even see a scar on her lower belly, from labor he thought. Did it meant their child had died ? Was it alive ? It mattered little for the moment, he could finally enjoy his present and confront the future with no fear, for he was with the person he loved.

Her skin felt even softer than he remembered, her floral scent guided his lips around her neck. Her breasts caressed his strong arms and torso while leaning to touch her face. Their breath started to synchronize, becoming faster and more agitated while pleasure took on them.

As they were close to climax, he noticed something unusual. The curtains became different, thicker, with a strange symbol imprinted on them. Padme's lips and tongue became more aggressive and while he finished kissing her, took a closer look to her face. She started to blink faster than ever before and for a brief moment, Anakin saw what appeared to be a black membrane on her right eye.

All of a sudden, Anakin Stopped.

Padme looked him in the eyes and moved her hips, inviting him to continue.

"what's wrong, Ani?"she mildly frowned while panting.

"You are not Padme."

She smiled with a macabre grin and her teeth became fangs as she crawled back. Padme stood then on her four limbs and crawled out of bed climbing into the wall like an insect, letting out a scream that resembled a savage beast. Her eyes became an unnatural uniform yellow. Her skin became grey, corpse like, with tones of pink and purple. Rows of eyes appeared under her breasts and on her ribs, her fingers transformed into claws. Her feet became hooves. Her hair became purple with hard tentacles on the back, her hips became wide and curvy. She sprung out of the wall and landed effortlessly on the floor, then delicately covered her loins with a towel.

Anakin jumped into a side stance, as if ready to fight on hand to hand combat, but with his guard down. His heart remained steady as he was not afraid but intrigued, and furious.

She started walking around Anakin with a provocative swing on her hips. Finally, with a lustful,seductive voice, almost moaning, the strange female being began to talk:

"You are right on that my lord. I am not your wife. But you do not need her. I can be whatever you want me to be."

She morphed for a few seconds back to her former appearance.

"I can do whatever you want me to do. Take you wherever you want to. We can try all you ever imagined and more. I am yours to enjoy, that is what my master trained me for."

Anakin remained stoically silent as he analyzed her very moves. In his mind, only one thought kept repeating:

"So this is a Daemonette."

She then fell to her knees and playfully approached Anakin's legs and loins as she kept talking:

"Just swear allegiance to him, and you will feel pleasure and power like no other for the rest of your days."

Her claw gently caressed his abdomen.

"And who's your master?" asked Anakin.

"He has many names, given by his allies and enemies. It is male and female by its own will. His deeds are admirable and his desires are insatiable. You can simply call him Slaanesh."

Anakin remained mute.

She stood in front of him and rapidly gazed into Anakin's naked body before speaking

"What is it you want then,Master Skywalker?"

He grabbed her by the throat, lifting her in the air. Then,after a deep breath, Vader responded loudly with his robotic voice:

"I want you to get out of my head!"

Her right arm became a massive appendix, resembling a part of an insect. She broke Anakin's arm with it and with a demonic voice shouted:

"Then you shall beg for death!"

Never in his life, from the moment he lost his mother and his wife, did he feel such agony in his chest and such pain in his body. The mere sensation of blood pumping through his veins was a pain that only a few could describe, fewer could even withstand it. He burned anew, now back on his current shape. Around him, the illusion became a burning hellscape, as moans and screams assaulted Vader's ears. The Sith fell to his knees and screamed in pain, only to look at the Daemonette once again, baring his teeth in rage. Vader turned his pain into anger as he attempted to hit the Daemonette which she could easily dodge. The horrendous being took pleasure in Vader's pain as she simply toyed with him. The Sith then used The Force and broke the giant appendix, using it as an opportunity to subdue the Daemonette. Vader then proceeded to beat up the submitted being, who moaned in what appeared to be both ecstasy and pain. Vader kept beating again and again with his metal hands, until there was no Daemonic face, but a bloody pulp that barely resembled a face. The Sith yelled in massive rage as a light covered him and his surroundings.

Vader finally woke up. He found the tank exploded, the liquid spilled all over the floor and his body full of new scratches. He kept panting and looked around as to make sure he was not dreaming again. He then felt a sogginess in his eyes while blinking, and realized he had cried blood tears.

Although this was his first encounter with Slaanesh, it was clear for him that this god and the other forces of Chaos were bent on chasing him. A servant, a trophy, whatever use they intended for Vader, It was obvious for him that any chance for deep rest was but an impossible dream, a fading illusion. He would not get any more sleep that night. The Mechadendrite reattached his limbs.

He went down the lower levels of the ship and into the hangar. He would use his spare time and start working on his other equipment ...