“Tell your sister, you were right.” As I finished saying my final words to my son, I slowly leaned my back onto the ramp I laid upon and closed my eyes. Finally, finally I would be free of all the sins I carried upon my armoured shoulders. As my life faded away my son's voice became but a whisper in my ear as my mind slowly started to drift back into the past.  

I watched my life go by through the third person from the first moment I could recall. My first memory was of my third birthday where I watched how my mother, as a slave, was treated. Mother had requested a day off for my birthday, but guards had stormed the shed we were celebrating in and had dragged her out to beat her. They claimed she made no such request and well everyone knows a slave never goes against their master if they value their life.

 As I looked at this memory it suddenly occurred to me that my mother didn’t value her life. I mean how could she. Forced to live her life at other people's bidding. Now as I watched my mother stifle her cries, I realised she had done it for me. She for years suffered such unfair treatment just so that she could provide and raise me into someone who could become something more than a slave on Tatooine. 

And how great of a job I did repaying her. Instead of being a slave I became a slaver. Forcing the people of the galaxy to accept Palpatine's rule fully believing in the lies he told me. And even when he had proven himself untrustworthy by letting Padme die, I still chose to only obey. At first, I was just too weak and had to adjust to my mechanical body, severely limiting my ability but even afterwards I repeatedly followed the emperor's will and hunted down whoever he told me to...No. Who am I kidding at this point? 

I hunted down the people he pointed at not because I was following his will but because I was trapped within a cell holding my hatred towards the Jedi and I couldn’t get out of it. Since I put on that suit, I became nothing more than the galaxy's personification of hatred against the Jedi. If the Jedi were mentioned nothing else mattered. Hiding behind citizens just kill them. What do their life's mean if I get to the Jedi faster? And even as the empire’s technology continued to progress. A Jedi on Geonosis you say? Well, what are you waiting for, just bomb all the cities on the planet, who cares? As long as the Jedi dies. 

Truly pathetic. However, I don’t regret my decisions, just the actions that I took. The Jedi order had become useless, obsolete, falling continuously lower as time passed and the clone wars continued to wage on. Many like Ahsoka fell victim to the orders failures and as a result the once prosperous peacekeeping order of the galaxy became no more than the foot soldiers of politicians. Change was necessary, the thinking the council adopted during the war had been far too hypocritical. Speaking their words about balance and peace before going to fight on planets with millions of innocents without care for the damage they would cause. If a politician said it needed to be taken, that was the end of the story. Their so-called Jedi code was tossed out the window in favour of violence and death on battlefields.  

Focusing back on my memories, I saw my confrontation with Obi-Wan on Mustafar. Now this, this I regretted. I found it hard to believe how I could so quickly disregard everything I went through with Obi-Wan and fight him to the death. How I could let my judgement be so clouded that I would kill Padme simply because she walked down from the same ship as my former master. I would never forgive myself for depriving my children of a chance to experience the unconditional love of a mother like I had. But what I regreted most of all was, not understanding the fucking advantage of having Highground. I mean really, I watched my dumbass as I told Kenobi “You underestimate my power.” just to be cut in half a second later. God how the dark side cheated me.  

... 

For what felt like hours I continued to watch my life. From marching the 501st into the Jedi Temple, to slaughtering the younglings, to killing Obi-Wan, to fighting Luke, to ending the emperor and his reign of terror, and finally to the scene which I place as the second most important of my life --right behind Padme in certain situations--, my unmasking and finally being able to truly see Luke. I still feel immense pride when thinking of everything my son has done. My only regret was not being able to see Leia without that blasted mask covering my face.  

Watching my last moments in what felt like slow motion I sighed to myself and prepared to move on to the afterlife. I could feel the will of the force around me, it gently rubbed my body just as it had back when Qui Jon Jinn had first found me. I knew what it wanted from me, to leave behind a remnant of myself in the universe so that I could guide the later generations. However, I couldn’t bring myself to do what It asked me to do. I had failed! As much as my stand against Palpatine could be considered “fulfilling the prophecy”. I failed when I let order 66 begin. I failed when I stopped Mace Windu out of my own selfish desires, and I failed when I allowed myself to slaughter the next generation of Jedi. 

I was not the chosen one, no matter how the story will be told down the line in history books I know what I am. I am a traitor and failure. Someone who could easily forsake everything I have in my own anger. Therefore, I had no desire nor right to leave behind any part of myself in the galaxy.

Sensing my emotions, the force around me seemed to grow more delicate as if coaxing a child and finally I decided I would make one last appearance before moving on. I split off a part of my memories which quickly took the shape of myself during the clone wars. My spiritual clone was quickly taken away by the force and I waited patiently floating about in space for its return. During my drift through space, I travelled past stars and planets and through asteroid belts and plasma clusters, basking in the unending beauty of the universe. 

Eventually my clone returned and rejoined with my body. Closing my eyes ready to accept my death I expected the force to separate from my being allowing my spirit to die before once again joining the force as pure energy. However, the inevitable end never came instead I once again found myself feeling. It was as if I was piloting an out-of-control StarCraft constantly swerving up and down, left and right. And then it all stopped before I started Falling. 

Looking around quickly to assess the situation, I noticed that I was in space under what looked like a warship but not one I could recognize. That didn’t particularly surprise me, with the size of the galaxy it would be impossible to keep track of everything. However, looking at the advanced technology the ship used I’m surprised the empire never ran into them during our conquest. With technology like this they should at least be a multi-galactic civilization. 

Noticing the incredible number of soldiers on what looked like modified hovercraft along with some weird worm/dragon looking creatures that resembled space worms but were much smaller going past me. I controlled the force to turn myself around and saw a portal leading to another planet under me. Ah I see then, I’m in the middle of an invasion. Looking around I couldn’t see any device that should be needed to stabilise a portal of this size. Meaning that whatever opened this portal came from down below from either a smaller scale invasion sent to infiltrate or from a traitor. 

I Frowned slightly at the thought of a traitor betraying his whole race to another's simply to preserve their own survival. I find scum like that to be the most pathetic type of people in the whole galaxy. Those who give away even the core of their being just to survive in my opinion can’t even be considered alive. They are so dictated by ensuring they survive that at best they could be classified as a rabid beast. 

Well, nothing can be done while I float out here best, I get to the ground as soon as possible. Even if this is some hidden part of the galaxy in the outer rim there’s no way that it doesn’t have at least some form of intergalactic communication and mentioning I’m a Sith should prove sufficient to get me what I need without worry. I started to call upon the force to prepare for acceleration only to be surprised at the ease the force was coming to me and... WAIT was the force flowing through my mechanic parts as well?! 

Paying closer attention as I moved the force behind me and released it using the momentum to shoot me through the portal. IT WAS! My connection to the force is back! Just like when I was a Jedi. Feeling the power at my fingertips, the power I had looked for and struggled to regain ever since becoming Darth Vader, I felt alive for the first time in decades. My joy was so great it even overpowered the constant pain and suffering my suit causes me. It felt so great that for the first time in nearly 55 years I opened my mouth and let out a laugh  

“haha. HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAH!!!” Laughing, as I made my way towards the ground, I observed the primitive city below me that was the focus of this invasion. From my vantage point in the sky, I saw a large tower where a device that connected to the portal in the sky stood. So, then that’s the stabiliser. Looking around some more I see individuals fighting against the invasion using unique technology and bazaar abilities I’ve ever seen. Hell, there was someone in a spider costume jumping around shooting webs at people in order to stop them from being injured.  

Looking at the approaching ground I decided to see how strong my new connection with the force really was. 500 metres. If it was the old me, I’d need to start gathering force here if I wanted to survive the landing but not now. 200 metres, not yet. 100 metres, I can still hold on. 50 metres. Now! Calling on the force the response was instant: the force gathered around me in such great quantities that I didn’t even need to use all of it to land.

 Landing safely on the ground in a kneeling position I slowly rose to my full height and noticed that a group of three were making their way towards my position. It would seem my entrance to this world wasn’t exactly stealthy and in hindsight it was probably a stupid idea to start laughing while falling to a planet that isn’t mine. But oh well I’ll explain the situation to them when they get here and if they can fight on this battlefield then they must have unique abilities like the spider. So, they should hold significant power on this planet. Everything should work out just fine.