Darth Vader stood above the catwalk, surveying the damages done to the Death Star. One of the cores had been destroyed, and the resulting power surge fried many of the stations systems, including the engines. Fires had also broken out, but thankfully the emergency repair teams were getting them under control. What was more maddening than the damages was the fact that the rebels slipped out during all the chaos. The Emperor would demand and explanation... and retribution. 

In his fist, Vader still grasped the lightsaber of Obi-Wan Kenobi. When the Sith Lord struck down the old man, he vanished, becoming one with the force. All that was left was his dusty old robe and his weapon.

Kenobi brought two Jedi apprentices with him. One of them was Kijani Organa, of all people. The princess of Alderaan would prove to be a powerful opponent of the dark side and leader of the Rebels. There was another, too. A boy who had shown some skill with a lightsaber. More than that, there was something about him that reminded Vader of...

"Padme." Vader said to himself, saying the name he thought he had forgotten. How long had it been since he last saw his beloved wife? And why did this boy bring back these memories?

"Sir?" said the officer standing not far behind vader, already nervous. He had come to inform vader that the Emperor demanded an audience with both him and the Grand Moff.

"As he wishes." Vader said, turning towards the turbolift to take to his shuttle. It would be a long flight to the Emperor's palace at Coruscant...