Vader stepped out of his quarters, having been officially promoted by the
Emperor to commander of the Death Star. He had grand plans for this
station, and would not be afraid, as Tarkin was, to use its force
indiscriminately.
He was met by Motti's assistant. The commander stiffened and said to Vader, "My Lord, we have lost contact with the primary weapon computer room. None of the technicians we have sent there have reported back."
Vader stood there for a second. Was it possible? He thought he had felt their presence disappear when the alien ship was destroyed.
"Send a squad of stormtroopers there and have them wait," he ordered. " I will be there momentarily." With that, he strode off quickly toward the lift.
When Vader arrived at the hatch to the computer room, two dozen stormtroopers stood waiting at attention.
Vader stopped just before reaching them and said, "Advance inside and destroy any Borg you may find."
"Yes, sir," said the squad commander. With that, the troopers marched through the door, which opened invitingly, a moment sooner than it should have. Vader followed, just in time to see the troopers being advanced upon by swarms of Borg drones.
The troopers fired at the drones, but their fire was absorbed by the drones' shielding. Meanwhile, the drones, with their superhuman strength, quickly overpowered the troppers, assimilating or killing them.
Vader nearly went for his lightsaber, but instead chose a different course of action. He dropped his hands to his sides, fists clenched so tightly he could feel the servos of is artificial hands whining under the strain. But he didn't care. The drones, for their part, ignored him. His weapon was not drawn; he was no threat at this time.
Vader delved deep inside himself, drawing on his deepest anger and hate. His childhood in slavery. His former master, Obi Wan Kenobi, withholding knowledge from him in order to stunt his search for power. The murder of his mother. The Jedi that refused to allow him to be trained.
With this anger, he found dark power the like of which he had never felt before. His skin burned and muscles tightened. He gathered every dark thought he could muster.
The stormtroopers were faring badly. Only a few unassimilated troops had survived, and were using anything they could find as weapons. Chairs, computer terminals, even blaster rifles, were thrown at the drones.
Suddenly, and ferociously, Vader raised his hands and cried out in rage. The power of the dark side within him made the air ripple around him, and spread to every corner of the room, then spread out throughout the whole station. As it passed over The Borg drones, they screamed in agony, their minds being literally vaporized inside their skulls.
In seconds, all drones lay on the floor, twitching in death spasms. Since there were no minds left to populate a collective consciousness on the station, the Collective simply ceased to exist.
Vader stood there, his arms in the air, and his armor smoking slightly from the sheer power he had released. He slowly lowered his arms to his side. His breathing slowed.
If there had ever been a doubt before, there was none now. Darth Vader was truly a Dark Lord of the Sith.
The remaining stormtroopers stood from their cover and looked at the dark lord. For fear of their lives, they began examining the computer equipment for damage.
Vader ignored them, instead focusing on something else.
Amazing. How could he have missed it? He had been so close. Perhaps his Dark Side vision had been clouded. No matter. The Emperor would be most pleased . That is, until Vader and his new ally destroy him.
Vader strode off toward the elevator.
He arrived at the detention block and strode past the security station. He ignored the officers' inquiries and marched to cell 2287.
When he arrived there, he opened the cell door, ordered the guards to leave them, and closed the door behind him.
The prisoner inside looked at him with both defiance and fear in her eyes. She knew what Vader was here for.
"Princess Leia," Vader said, " I was ordered by Tarkin to terminate you immediately."
Leia slid backward on the hard steel bench. "You can kill me, you rotted lump of flesh, but you will never win against the Alliance."
Vader smiled slightly under his mask. "The Alliance is not your concern anymore. And I have no desire to kill you, yet. Do you know who your true parents are?"
Leia's look turned into confusion. Her parents? "Bail and Padme Organa of Alderaan…"
Vader's head shook slightly. She didn't know. Her mind was strong, but he would break her. His new…apprentice.
THE END IS JUST BEGINNING….
He was met by Motti's assistant. The commander stiffened and said to Vader, "My Lord, we have lost contact with the primary weapon computer room. None of the technicians we have sent there have reported back."
Vader stood there for a second. Was it possible? He thought he had felt their presence disappear when the alien ship was destroyed.
"Send a squad of stormtroopers there and have them wait," he ordered. " I will be there momentarily." With that, he strode off quickly toward the lift.
When Vader arrived at the hatch to the computer room, two dozen stormtroopers stood waiting at attention.
Vader stopped just before reaching them and said, "Advance inside and destroy any Borg you may find."
"Yes, sir," said the squad commander. With that, the troopers marched through the door, which opened invitingly, a moment sooner than it should have. Vader followed, just in time to see the troopers being advanced upon by swarms of Borg drones.
The troopers fired at the drones, but their fire was absorbed by the drones' shielding. Meanwhile, the drones, with their superhuman strength, quickly overpowered the troppers, assimilating or killing them.
Vader nearly went for his lightsaber, but instead chose a different course of action. He dropped his hands to his sides, fists clenched so tightly he could feel the servos of is artificial hands whining under the strain. But he didn't care. The drones, for their part, ignored him. His weapon was not drawn; he was no threat at this time.
Vader delved deep inside himself, drawing on his deepest anger and hate. His childhood in slavery. His former master, Obi Wan Kenobi, withholding knowledge from him in order to stunt his search for power. The murder of his mother. The Jedi that refused to allow him to be trained.
With this anger, he found dark power the like of which he had never felt before. His skin burned and muscles tightened. He gathered every dark thought he could muster.
The stormtroopers were faring badly. Only a few unassimilated troops had survived, and were using anything they could find as weapons. Chairs, computer terminals, even blaster rifles, were thrown at the drones.
Suddenly, and ferociously, Vader raised his hands and cried out in rage. The power of the dark side within him made the air ripple around him, and spread to every corner of the room, then spread out throughout the whole station. As it passed over The Borg drones, they screamed in agony, their minds being literally vaporized inside their skulls.
In seconds, all drones lay on the floor, twitching in death spasms. Since there were no minds left to populate a collective consciousness on the station, the Collective simply ceased to exist.
Vader stood there, his arms in the air, and his armor smoking slightly from the sheer power he had released. He slowly lowered his arms to his side. His breathing slowed.
If there had ever been a doubt before, there was none now. Darth Vader was truly a Dark Lord of the Sith.
The remaining stormtroopers stood from their cover and looked at the dark lord. For fear of their lives, they began examining the computer equipment for damage.
Vader ignored them, instead focusing on something else.
Amazing. How could he have missed it? He had been so close. Perhaps his Dark Side vision had been clouded. No matter. The Emperor would be most pleased . That is, until Vader and his new ally destroy him.
Vader strode off toward the elevator.
He arrived at the detention block and strode past the security station. He ignored the officers' inquiries and marched to cell 2287.
When he arrived there, he opened the cell door, ordered the guards to leave them, and closed the door behind him.
The prisoner inside looked at him with both defiance and fear in her eyes. She knew what Vader was here for.
"Princess Leia," Vader said, " I was ordered by Tarkin to terminate you immediately."
Leia slid backward on the hard steel bench. "You can kill me, you rotted lump of flesh, but you will never win against the Alliance."
Vader smiled slightly under his mask. "The Alliance is not your concern anymore. And I have no desire to kill you, yet. Do you know who your true parents are?"
Leia's look turned into confusion. Her parents? "Bail and Padme Organa of Alderaan…"
Vader's head shook slightly. She didn't know. Her mind was strong, but he would break her. His new…apprentice.
THE END IS JUST BEGINNING….