Shattered: A Star Wars Story

The mask fitted on the top of the head of Anakin Skywalker who was still scared and bleeding from the lava that had burned him in his fight against Obi-Wan. He took his first few breaths in the new suit but all he could feel was pain. But he then thought about Padme and his first words that came out of his newly arranged mouth was “Where is Padme...is she safe? Is she alright?” The next words that came out of his master’s mouth hurt him more than the suit itself “It seems in your anger, you killed her. Vader with all of his rage started crumpling every machine that kept him alive with pure focused force rage with one whole breath he screamed “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

Vader had adapted to his new suit for the most part but every time he breathed it almost felt as if there was some sort of monster scratching and his lungs. Every step he took his new robotic legs dug into his torso. The mask was the only thing keeping him alive essentially but it felt as everyday as if the pain got worse. But the thing that hurt the most out of everything was not having Padme is his life. He thought of the life they could have had together, they were about to have kids. He thought by betraying everything he had ever known he could save her, his master promised that he could save her but yet, he didn’t. He couldn’t kill his master though, he wasn’t strong enough yet. The suit limited his abilities. Everytime he meditates he thinks of the power he could have if he follows his master's teaching, like his master had told him long ago. The story of Darth Plagueis the wise. His apprentice killed him in his sleep. He ought to do that eventually. For now he needed to listen to him as he is the only one keeping his sanity and helping him through the pain.

One of his admirals popped up on the big screen “Lord Vader we are jumping out of hyperspace” Very well captain I am on my way” He got up and still getting used to the new legs he stumbled a little bit. As he walked towards the bridge he wondered why his master had recalled him back to coruscant as they were dealing with some rebel insurgents and were winning the fight. So clearly it was important. “My lord the Emperor is on the line” said one of the younger Lieutenants. He was an interesting character, he will make a tremendous admiral in the future. “Thank you Lieutenant, leave us” Lieutenant Piett nodded and left. Vader knelt down on one knee “What is it my lord” His master responded “You are troubled my friend” confusingly Vader responded “My Lord” “I have felt it in the force you are confused, I’ll tell you more when you meet me at the palace.” Vader complying responded “Yes my master.” The holotable went dark. Vader thought to himself what could it be, did he sense my traitorous thought, Surely not but nothing is out of the realm of possibilities with his master.

Vader’s shuttle arrived at the Imperial Palace. The once tall standing Jedi temple that was a beacon of hope throughout the galaxy. Vader had once had many fond memories at this place. Everytime he came to the Palace he thought of a singular name Obi-Wan Kenobi. His formed master is the reason why he is in this predicament. He turned Padme against him, he betrayed him and he put him in this suit. Everyday that he is in this galaxy the rage fuels his steps and his breath. When he walked into the Palace that now reigns like a trophy to his master it reminded him of that night. Him and the 501 stormed this same place and killed every Jedi there. It made him feel almost right thinking of this memory. He made his way to his master’s throne room. “Lord Vader there is someone I would love for you to meet. Walking into the light was a familiar face that he recognized from a formed life. A Chiss that he had met at some point in the clone wars. “This is Lieutenant Thrawn, he’s fresh out of the Imperial academy here on Coruscant, Top of his class. He’ll make a great Moff one day.” “Thank you my Lords” He smiled. His master motioned him out of the room” “So Lord Vader, how has your training been going” Vader responded quickly “Good my master, I’ve been using your techniques of channeling my rage and focusing it on my pain” “Good my friend good; there wouldn’t be anything bothering would there be.