Darth Vader

The day that would mark the beginning of his end started out boring enough. Darth Vader was walking down one of the long corridors leading through the senate on Coruscant, feeling angry and incredibly bored. Those doddery fools with their endless monologues over politics! If the emperor wouldn't have forbidden it he would have killed them all long ago. But instead he was stuck having to listen to those fools trying to decide things they ultimately had no power over anyway.

He was just glad for it to be over and paid little mind to what was going on around him except for watching out for possible threats. The sound of his mechanical breathing was the only audible thing around, for everyone else nearing him had fallen into silence.

So it wasn't very surprising that Bail Organa did the same as he walked towards the Sith Lord just then. Accompanying him was his usual guard and a girl, around sixteen. His daughter, if Vader remembered correctly from the files he had studied before. Studied, for he knew that there was something going on with this man, although he didn't yet know what. But he would discover it.

Immersed in his thoughts about the man he gave a closer look to the girl, wondering if she was already with him in this and if it might be easier to track her movements than his, when all of a sudden his whole mind went black.

A second later he was back, but it was as if he was sitting in the back seat. He saw how his body stopped walking just as the Organas passed him, turning around, staring at the girl. A thought was basically screaming in his head, one not coming from him.

'Padmé?!'

Vader was rather surprised to even hear anything from that part again. He thought he had conquered that years ago.

'This is not Padmé you imbecile. She's dead and you killed her,' he mentally snapped as such and the other presence flinched back as if stung.

A reaction he used to regain control over his body as his hatred over not being in control grew and his malicious joy over the other one's misery did the rest.

Suffice to say that he was quickly back in control, destroying an ugly statue of some senator standing close to him in the process as his anger lashed out.

Whoever hadn't already fled as he had suddenly stopped walking to turn around was doing so now, hurriedly finding excuses to turn around and leave the scene as quickly as possible.

Vader didn't care though, he was much more concerned with what had just transpired. So the little midget still had some fighting spirit left? Or had this just been the last gasp of what by now must be nothing more than an empty shell? He would have to watch out better again.

This would not repeat itself, of that he was sure.

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Anakin Skywalker

Anakin's thoughts were racing, he was thinking more than he had been in years. And all of it was connected to this girl he had seen. Of course, it wasn't Padmé, it couldn't be her. Vader was right, he had killed her... in a way.

Vader... Even thinking the name brought forth a hatred stronger than anything else he felt these days. Everything had started when Palpatine had used Anakin's despair and overall weakness to implant this horrible being into him.

Vader, the spirit of a former Sith lord who had been allowed control over Anakin's body in exchange of his service to the emperor. All it had taken was a moment of despair, a moment of regret and overwhelming feelings.

When Anakin had decided to save Palpatine from Mace Windu, basically killing the Jedi Master with his actions this had been his point of despair. In fact, he was still not completely over the fact that he had been responsible for the death of the man. But it had just been the beginning, for once Vader had taken control over his body he had done even more gruesome things, knowing it would torment Anakin, having to watch how he was committing so many atrocities...

In fact, Vader had already managed to drive Anakin into insanity once, and only time and the fact that the ghost loved listening to his angry and desperate screams had made him slowly come back to his senses. It was the knowledge that he was unable to stop it that had driven him to catatonia, stopping to care about anything anymore... Padmé was dead anyway after all.

But now he had been actually able to overpower the spirit, if only for a second. All because he had seen a girl that looked similar to the Padmé he remembered. So somehow at least part of his will to live had reignited.

He wanted to know who that girl was. He wanted to make sure she wasn't connected to Padmé. Or maybe that she was? He didn't know, but he definitely knew he needed to regain control of his body for doing any of that. And once he had it, there were still two other things he could do to make the galaxy a better place:

Killing Palpatine and Vader.

And if that meant he had to kill himself for it, he didn't think he would have a big problem with that.

But for now the spirit was growing weary again... Anakin could shield his thoughts from Vader, but it would need time until he would be able to overpower the other being again... But he had time. If living like that had taught him anything it was patience. For once he would use it to think of a few plans before running into the situation headfirst.

That would probably happen afterwards anyway...

I know this is rather short, but the chapters will get longer as the story proceeds, this is more some sort of prologue.

I hope you liked it anyway and I will try my best to update frequently. :)

(Also, just for your information: I tried to gather as much information as possible about the various things I'm using in this story, from the movies as well as Wookiepedia and some of the books, but I'm not an expert, so if you find any mistakes please let me know. Same goes for my language use. English isn't my first language and I sadly don't have a Beta reader, so if there are any grave errors just tell me so that I can fix them. Thanks in advance!)