Star Wars.
The Rise and Fall of Darth Vader.
by Ryder Windham.
PROLOGUE.
Darth Vader, the Dark Lord of the Sith, was dreaming.
In his dream, he saw his own dark form standing upon the open terrace that clung to the curved outer wall of Bast Castle, his private fortress on the planet Vjun. Freezing acidic rain pelted his helmet, and high winds tore at his black cloak with incredible fury, as if the weather itself was doing its best to kill him along with anything else that attempted to live on the barren world. And yet Vader felt more alive than he had in years.
Turning from the balcony, he entered a vaulted doorway, leaving a trail of wet bootprints on the corridor floor. The walls were lined with automated heating vents that dried his garments as he strode to the dimly illuminated observatory. Although few had ever treaded within his fortress, he was not surprised to find the young man who stood at the center of the domed-ceiling chamber.
The young man was Luke Skywalker.
Clad in form-fitting black clothes, Luke had his back to Vader as he examined a three-dimensional star map that was suspended in the air above a holoprojector. Vader recognized the map as the Corascant Sector. Luke"s arms hung at his sides, and Vader noticed that Luke"s right hand, clad in a black glove, was almost touching the light-saber clipped to his belt.
A new lightsaber, Vader thought. And a new hand.
Silent as a shadow, Vader moved forward into the room.
Without acknowledging Vader, Luke raised his right arm into the holographic starfield. He moved his cybernetic fingers through the tiny, glittering orb that represented the planet Coruscant.
"The Emperor is dead," Luke said in a low voice. "All that was his is now yours."
"No, my son," Vader said. "The galaxy is ours."
Luke nodded and smiled. Vader was still facing Luke when a low, familiar voice muttered unexpectedly from behind, "You are both . . . wrong."
It was the voice of Emperor Palpatine. Vader saw Luke"s expression become tense, but he did not turn to face the Emperor. Then the Emperor began to laugh.
A ring of fire erupted from the floor, surrounding Vader and cutting him off from Luke. Listening to his Master"s cackle, Vader lowered his masked head and thought, Why won"t you die?
The laughter continued. Luke said, "He can"t be alive! Father, help me!"
Around Vader, the fire began to burn inward, moving closer toward his body. Behind his helmet, Vader tried to blot out the horrid laughter. Why won"t you ever die?
But the laughter did not stop. Vader attempted to reach for his own lightsaber, but his arm suddenly felt like it was made of solid stone. The flames were now licking at his cloak and boots. The Emperor laughed louder. Luke began to scream.
Vader squeezed his eyes shut. He could smell fused circuits and roasting flesh.
WHY WON"T YOU EVER?!.
And then Vader awoke.
Darth Vader"s eyes snapped open. Seated within his pressurized meditation chamber aboard his personal Super Star Destroyer, the Executor, his first waking thought was, Jedi don"t have nightmares. This thought surprised him almost as much as the intensity of the imagery of Bast Castle. It had been over two decades since he had broken from the Jedi order to become a Sith Lord, and in all those years, he had not thought about whether Jedi had nightmares, or dreams for that matter. Not since the end of the Clone Wars.
Perhaps it was a premonition, Vader thought, as a vein pulsed against the left temple of his bare, horribly scarred head. He quickly rejected this notion. He knew a premonition when he had one, knew that it was more than just a trick of the imagination mixing with subconscious desires. The vision of his fortress had been something else.
Perhaps a warning, but from whom? Vader considered the possibility that the vision had been planted in his mind by a skilled telepath. The idea that he might have been violated made him angry, and his anger opened him to the dark side of the Force. Closing his eyes, he reached out with the Force and searched for signs of psychic energy trails that might lead to a telepathic invader. He found nothing, no one....
But the Emperor would not leave a trail.
Vader grimaced. A year had pa.s.sed since his last encounter with Luke Skywalker on Cloud City, where he had revealed his ident.i.ty to Luke and told him it was his destiny to destroy the Emperor. Vader suspected that the Emperor knew of this treachery, for the Emperor knew everything eventually. But even if the Emperor were aware of all that had transpired, Vader was certain he would not feel threatened. The Emperor was simply too powerful. And yet somehow, Vader sensed that the Emperor had nothing to do with his strange vision of Bast Castle.
Could it have been just a dream? Vader wasn"t sure. After so many years without dreaming, he had forgotten what dreams were like.
Above his pale head, a retractable robotic arm held his helmet close against the spherical chamber"s ceiling. Dedicated servos lowered the helmet over his head and locked it onto his collar"s hermetic seal. As his damaged lungs exhaled through his armored suit"s life-support system, a deep hiss was emitted from his triangular respiratory vent.
The upper half of the meditation chamber lifted, exposing Vader like a black pistil at the center of a white mechanical flower. His seat rotated, allowing him to face a wide viewscreen, which flicked on to display the image of Admiral Piett on the Executor"s bridge.
Vader said, "Status report."
"The Executor is prepared to leave Coruscant"s...o...b..t," Piett replied, standing at attention in his gray uniform. Although his voice was alert, his eyes appeared tired from staring at sensor screens and navigational monitors. "I await your command."
"Set course for the Endor system," Vader said.
"As you wish, my lord." Piett"s image vanished from the viewscreen.
It was definitely not a dream, Vader convinced himself without difficulty. Dreams are for pathetic life-forms. He stared at his own reflection on the surface of the viewscreen.
I am the nightmare.
With an imperceptible gesture, he reset the view-screen to display the starfield that lay directly before the Executor"s, bow. As he gazed at the distant stars on the screen, a deeply buried memory pushed its way into his consciousness. It was the memory of a wish, a wish to visit every star in the galaxy. But that wish, and the dreams that went with it, had belonged to someone else, a child who lived a long time ago and was no more.
Those were the dreams of a boy named Anakin Skywalker.
CHAPTER 1.
Anakin Skywalker was dreaming.
In the dream, he was an older boy, but still years away from manhood. He was inside the open c.o.c.kpit of a small repulsorlift vehicle, soaring over rocky terrain at an incredibly high speed. Two strong cables were secured to a parallel pair of long engines in front of the vehicle, and the gap between the engines was bridged by an arc of crackling energy. Anakin had never seen such a strange contraption, but somehow he knew how to handle it. As he pressed against a throttle lever and plunged into a high-walled ravine, he realized, I"m a pilot!
He wasn"t alone. Several similar vehicles swerved through the ravine in front of him, and the noise of their engines, echoing off the rocky walls, was almost deafening.
It"s a race!
With fearless precision, Anakin accelerated and whipped past the other vehicles. Out of the corners of his eyes, he caught fleeting glimpses of his compet.i.tion. Most were aliens he"d never seen before, but they all had alert, determined expressions and nimble fingers. Anakin had dreamed of other worlds before, but never anyplace like this.
Launching out of the ravine, Anakin led the other racers across a wide expanse of desert flats. Twin suns blazed in the sky, baking the hard sand so that the rising heat shimmered in the air and made distant rock formations appear to float above the planetary surface. In the distance, he sighted an enormous, open arena that was ringed by crowded grandstands and dome-topped towers. He knew the finish line was in that arena. Tightening his grip on the controls, he thought, I"m going to win!
Suddenly, his left engine began to shudder, violently jolting the cable that linked the engine to his vehicle. Anakin was struggling to maintain control when his right engine let out a loud whine, then both engines began to nose toward the ground. Anakin squirmed in his c.o.c.kpit and cried, "NO!"
"It"s all right, Ani," said his mother"s voice.
And then Anakin Skywalker woke up.
The shuddering sensation and loud whine of an engine continued as Anakin opened his eyes. He was huddled beside his mother on a hard metal bench in a s.p.a.ce freighter"s cargo compartment, which was separated from the noisy engine room by a crisscross of metal bars. The cargo hold was tightly packed with thirty other beings, aliens as well as humans; those who didn"t have a seat on one of the four long benches either stood or crouched on the filthy floor.
Anakin looked up to his mother"s pale, grime-covered face and said, "We"re landing?"
"It feels like we are," Shmi Skywalker answered with a smile. She gently pushed Anakin"s blond hair back from his forehead and gazed into his blue eyes. "You had a bad dream?"
Anakin thought for a moment, then said, "Not too bad." He wished the cargo hold had some kind of a window, or even a small viewscreen so he could see what was going on outside. "Know where we"re going yet?"
"Not yet."
Before they had boarded the freighter, a crewman had explained that only paying pa.s.sengers were allowed to know their destination in advance, and all others - for security reasons - would just have to wait. Shmi had hoped to make Anakin feel better about the situation by reminding him that she always liked surprises, but he sensed she was scared. She took his little hand in hers and said, "Just hold tight."
When the freighter stopped shaking and the engine"s whine began to die, the cargo hold"s occupants shifted out of their seats and up from the floor. Standing beside his mother while she strapped the ragged bag that contained their few belongings to her back, Anakin wished he were taller so he wouldn"t feel so crashed between all the adult bodies. He also wished for some fresh air, as the hold"s single refresher had backed up and everyone, including himself, smelled awful. They"d been waiting for several minutes for the exit hatch to open when Shmi looked down at Anakin and said, "Do you want me to carry you?"
Anakin"s legs weren"t tired, but he nodded.
Moving carefully to avoid b.u.mping the surrounding people, Shmi lifted her son and held him close against her chest. As he wrapped his small arms around her neck, he said, "Thanks."
"You"re getting big," she told him. "It won"t be long before you"ll be carrying me."
"Really?"
Shmi laughed. "Don"t worry, you"re not growing that fast."
An older woman standing behind Shmi smiled at Anakin and asked, "How old are you?"
Anakin smiled back and held up three fingers. In fact, he wasn"t certain that he was three years old, but he didn"t want to admit that he didn"t know.
The hatch finally opened and the compartment was instantly flooded by a blast of hot, dry air. Even those who had been eager to leave the cramped cargo hold were suddenly reluctant to walk down the ramp that led outside. The heat reminded Anakin of his dream. Moving his lips close to his mother"s ear, he whispered, "Twin suns."
Before Shmi could ask what he was talking about, a voice from below shouted, "Come on, move it out!"
The people filed out of the freighter. They found themselves on a sandy stretch of land near a cl.u.s.ter of domed, low-level adobe structures. Air traffic indicated they had landed at the outskirts of a fairly busy s.p.a.ceport. A few pedestrians were visible in the distance, moving slowly and keeping to the shade of the window-less buildings in an effort to avoid the blistering heat.
"Welcome back to Mos Espa, mighty Gardulla," a voice bellowed in thick Huttese. Anakin, still carried by his mother, turned his head to see the speaker was a green-skinned male Rodian who stood at the bottom of the ramp that extended from the freighter"s main hatch. While the Rodian made a sweeping bow, Gardulla the Hutt, the ma.s.sive sluglike alien who had chartered the freighter, descended on a repulsorsled that glided down the ramp from the freighter"s main hatch. Gardulla immediately began issuing orders to her attendants. Anakin knew enough Huttese to comprehend that Gardulla was eager to see something called a Podrace.
Shmi set Anakin down on the ground. He squinted up at the sky and said, "See, Mom? Told you."
Shmi followed his gaze to the two suns overhead, and then she understood what he"d said moments earlier. "Twin suns. Yes, I see."
Anakin wanted to tell his mother about the dream he"d had, but they had to remain quiet as one of Gardulla"s attendants, a long-necked Anx, began to bark out instructions. The Anx pointed to Anakin, Shmi, and six other people, and said, "You"ll be sharing living quarters at Gardulla"s estate, here in Mos Epsa. Before you"re escorted there, be aware your implanted transmitters have been set for -"
Anakin was wondering if living quarters meant more than one room when the Anx was interrupted by the loud report of a blaster pistol that sounded like it came from the nearby adobe buildings. At the sound of the shot, Anakin stood still while everyone else near the freighter flinched, ducked, or dived for cover behind the few cargo containers that had already been removed from the ship. Shmi threw her body protectively in front of her son, but he pushed his arms out, pressing away from her so he could see what was happening.
A reptilian humanoid bolted out from an alley between two adobe buildings and ran toward the freighter. As it drew closer, Anakin saw the runner was a lean Arcona with an anvil-shaped head and clear, marblelike eyes. A metal fetter with a long, broken chain was secured to the Arcona"s right ankle, making a jangling sound as it whipped behind his running feet. A moment later, two blaster-wielding men jumped from the alley, and Anakin realized the Arcona was running for his life.
Seeing the men with blasters about to shoot in the direction of the freighter, Gardulla"s Anx attendant bellowed in Huttese, "Hold your fire, you fools!" Then he pointed a long, pointed finger at the fleeing Arcona and yelled to Gardulla"s guards, "Stop him!"
The guards spread out quickly. Without breaking his pace, the Arcona elbowed a guard aside and dodged another. Anakin could see that the Arcona was trying to get away from his pursuers, but he had no idea where the Arcona was trying to go. Except for some low dunes, the surrounding land was almost entirely flat, with no other ships or vehicles in sight. Nowhere to hide, Anakin thought.
The Arcona"s frightened eyes flicked toward Anakin, and the boy held his gaze. Anakin felt sorry for the Arcona and wished he could help. Then one of Gardulla" s guards lunged forward and the Arcona sprinted away, moving past Anakin and the others. He was about two meters away from Anakin when his body erupted in a small explosion.
Anakin blinked as the Arcona"s remains fell to the ground. He turned quickly to look at the two men who had chased the Arcona away from the buildings. Neither man had fired a blaster. Anakin was observant enough to realize that the Arcona had not been shot, and that some explosive device had detonated within him.
Shmi pulled Anakin close to her side and said, "Look away, Ani."
Anakin ignored her and kept his eyes on what was left of the Arcona. A few of the guards and the Anx attendant walked over to inspect the smoldering mess. Noticing Anakin, the Anx turned his long, pointed chin to the boy and said, "That"s what happens to slaves who try to escape on Tatooine."
Anakin felt his throat become painfully dry. No matter how often his mother reminded him that there were less fortunate beings in the galaxy, there was no denying the fact that they were both slaves, the property of Gardulla the Hutt.
Tatooine, thought Anakin. Welcome to Tatooine.
CHAPTER 2.
Slavery was illegal throughout Republic s.p.a.ce, but the planet Tatooine was in the galaxy"s Outer Rim Territories, where the laws of the Republic rarely applied.
Shmi Skywalker had been a slave almost her entire life, ever since s.p.a.ce pirates captured her family during a s.p.a.ce voyage. Separated from her parents at a young age, she had changed owners many times. One former master, Pi-Lippa, had been kind and had taught Shmi valuable technical skills. Though Pi-Lippa had planned to free Shmi, she"d died before she could, and Shmi instead became the property of one of Pi-Lippa"s relatives, who did not want to free her.
Before coming into Gardulla"s ownership. Shmi had given birth to Anakin. Shmi could not explain Anakin"s conception - there had been no father - but she accepted him as the greatest gift she could have ever received.
In the months that followed his arrival on Tatooine, Anakin kept his eyes and ears open. He eavesdropped on conversations between Gardulla"s attendants, guards, and other slaves, and watched carefully when mechanics and technicians came to repair or replace sand-fouled machinery. He wanted to learn everything he could about the desert world, its inhabitants, and their technologies, because he believed such knowledge might be the only way he and his mother would ever find freedom.
And so he learned about the early colonists of Tatooine, the miners whose search for valuable minerals ended as an astronomically expensivedisappointment. Some of the miners chose to remain on the desert world while others were simply stranded. One of the first human settlements was at a place called Fort Tusken, which was a.s.saulted by Tatooine"s indigenous humanoids, the nomadic Sand People, who subsequently became known as Tusken Raiders. Favoring traditional club and ax weapons, Sand People wore head-concealing sandproof masks, and heavy cloaks that protected them from the elements and helped them blend in with the landscape. Sand People never adapted to easy contact with settlers, and were reputed to be as ferocious as they were mysterious. Anakin had yet to see them, but had been told that it was their howls he sometimes heard after darkness fell. He found them bloodcurdling.
Tatooine"s other significant natives were the Jawas, diminutive beings with glowing eyes who salvaged the miners" enormous abandoned vehicles to scavenge the desert for any sc.r.a.p of metal or bit of junk that they could transform into goods for sale or trade. Although Jawas were almost as malodorous as a backed-up refresher, Anakin looked forward to their visits to Gardulla"s estate because he learned a great deal by watching them work. Much to the amazement of the other slaves and a few attendants, Anakin quickly gained a reputation for being able to fix discarded appliances.
As for Gardulla, Anakin learned that she competed with an even larger Hutt, named Jabba, over control of various enterprises on Tatooine. Anakin also discovered that Gardulla fed those who displeased her to a monstrous krayt dragon that she kept in a pit beneath her fortresslike palace off Mos Espa Way, and that she was addicted to betting on the Podraces. Anakin was in no hurry to meet any krayt dragons, but he was intrigued by everything he heard about the dangerous, high-speed sport that involved a pair of repulsorlift engines tethered to an open-c.o.c.kpit vehicle. The first time he overheard two of Gardulla"s attendants discussing the design of a Podracer they"d seen, he remembered the dream he"d had just before he arrived on Tatooine. According to the attendants, Podracing was the biggest attraction in Mos Espa, and it drew crowds from all over the galaxy. Anakin wondered if he"d ever get to watch a Podrace.
A few months after his arrival to Mos Espa, Anakin was helping a late-model droid mechanic repair a portable vaporator near the estate"s main entrance when a winged, pudgy-bellied Toydarian with a flexible trunklike nose flew into the courtyard. Seeing the boy, the Toydarian paused, hovering in the air, and examined Anakin"s handiwork. Speaking in Huttese, the Toydarian said in a low, wheezy voice, "You put in that water pump unit the wrong way."
Anakin had been told not to talk with strangers, but he cautiously replied, "I rigged it." Seeing that the Toydarian seemed genuinely interested, he demonstrated the pump mechanism and added, "I made it work better."