A/N: This story used to have flashbacks every other chapter. The flashback chapters would have a short bit of the actual storyline; I didn't rearrange the chapter content to preserve certain cliffhangers and to keep things as close to the original story as possible. Thus, the chapter lengths up to chapter 8 may be very different from one chapter to the next.

I'm posting this as a rewrite, and have therefore left out all the author's notes up to chapter 8. The original story, with flashbacks and A/N's, can be found on my profile, for those interested.

I had a disclaimer, but it was in a flashback chapter... oh well, anyways, Star Wars is Disney's. Sadly. I don't like Disney Star Wars. :(

Darth Vader had been... surprised, to say the least, when he found out how helpful teenage hormones could be in drawing the power of the Dark Side.

Mood swings, plummeting down to incredible depths of rage and hatred, came with their downside however: when they soared back up.

All this, he had learned while teaching his now 18 year old apprentice, Starkiller. Vader briefly wondered if he had been like that at that age. Something told him he'd been worse.

It's been eight years since he had found the boy, two since he had killed his Sith master-he was now Emperor of the galaxy-and 10 since the Republic gave way to the Empire.

But the boy was powerful in Force. Not nearly as powerful as himself, the Chosen One, but quite powerful; he would become a great Sith and worthy of continuing Bane's line of Sith. He was already very skilled with a lightsabre. If things had gone differently on Mustafar, perhaps he would even be close to Vader's equal.

Mustafar...

Vader remembered Mustafar, and the visions that had haunted him for many months after. Darth Sidious had "saved" his apprentice, arriving just before he made the fatal leap over Kenobi. The Jedi had escaped with his pregnant wife, and he was later told that Kenobi had killed both her and the child.

But for months after the incident, he would have nightmares, of a completely different result. Sidious wasn't there when he prepared to make the leap. He jumped, and Kenobi cut off all three of his real limbs, and he had been left to burn on the hot lava-river bank; soon afterwards, he was fitted in a new life support suit with a hissing respirator. And he was told that he had killed Padme.

He could only be glad that wasn't what had happened. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been powerful enough to overthrow Sidious and take the throne. Things were certainly quite messy back then, and the Imperial Navy was briefly left without a Supreme Commander. They definitely didn't take well to their new leader-a 16 year old Starkiller-but Vader didn't have anyone else, and he certainly wasn't going to promote one of the non-Force-sensitive Admirals or Moffs.

Right now, he was waiting for his apprentice to return from his latest mission: destroy slavery on Tatooine. When he had become Emperor he vowed to change many things that Palpatine had encouraged-political corruption and slavery being the two main ones he despised. Many of the politicians and Moffs had already been killed off. Slavery was another problem-it was everywhere in the galaxy, and he couldn't possibly hope to end all of it. Zygeria was only recently taken care of. Now Tatooine.

His personal holocomm unit alerted him of an incoming call, from his apprentice. He answered it, a blue Starkiller figure appearing in front of him.

"Master. The slaves on Tatooine have been freed."

"Good. Well done, my apprentice. You may return to Coruscant now." There was a pause, and then, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, my Master. I have discovered another Jedi. I believe it is Obi-Wan Kenobi..."