The Lost Command

I had no idea what to expect from you when we first met. You were the last person I had pictured in my mind from what my Master told me. Instead of the dangerous traitor only out to destroy, I found a soft-spoken farmboy when I tried to follow his last command.

You will kill Luke Skywalker.

But even though I felt my life had been destroyed and I could still hear his voice in my mind, I soon learned I could never do that. What I found was that we complemented each other perfectly. And you were somehow always there, even when I didn't think I wanted you to be. Not being used to being able to depend on someone, learning that I could was hard. But you were more patient than I deserved and somehow we always found our way back to each other.

I never thought I would fall in love with you. I'm sure you know very well that I was brought up in a world where love was considered a weakness. But being with you didn't make me feel weak. Instead, I could accomplish so much more with you. For the first time since the Death Star had been destroyed, I felt that my life might have a purpose and might be worth living.

And I never regretted our marriage. I don't care what horrible attention we get from it as "Vader's son and the Emperor's Hand." I've found love and security and I know you've found that with me. That's worth putting up with the stupid stares and whispers that we get.

But we have been tested, we've been through been through difficult times. I've never been patient, and your Academy seemed slow to me. But how was I to know that just about the first mission I went on for it for lead to about the first sign of the greatest threat this Galaxy has ever faced? When I got the Vong disease, the catastrophe became personal. But you helped me recover and never gave up hope that I would recover. That Ben would be fine. And that was about the first time I appreciated your optimism, which had mostly exasperated me before.