“You seem to have lost your sense of the dark side.” Vader unmoving body twitched slightly as if pain by the sentence.
“As punishment, you and one trooper will spend on month on Yavin 4. How you survive is up to you. All that matters is that you survive. If the trooper lives than take small joy in killing him!” The seer coldness of the words astounded Vader.
The black clad figure grimaced inside his helmet. Skywalker would never have killed one of his men for his own life or pleasure. But he died in a lava filled grave a weakling and from the ashes came the iron fist of Darth Vader!
An Admiral walked beside him trying in vain to tell him something. Of coarse the test was to see if he could survive the month with out life support, to see if he could draw strength from the dark side. He would pass that test no matter the cost!
“Sir, sir- his hand went to his throat. Vader turned his masked head towards the choking man!
“What is it Admiral!”
“The emperor has order you”-the iron hand around his throat tightened!
“You have made a poor choice of words! No one orders me! Even my master!”
“Sir please, I beg you!”
“And I shall silence those words!”
The limp body fell at Vader’s feet, a look of fear frozen on his face. A stormtrooper walk towards him, while his armor blocked his face his greed was obvious.
“Is there anything you require sir?” his contemned for the Admiral was seen in the very way he moved.
“Yes, Dispose of the body. I want no trance of this found! ”
“Yes sir.”
Just before the trooper walk away Vader asked a question, a question that changed the stormtrooper life forever.
“What is your name?”
“Reedle VanGar, sir.”
