Comfortably Numb Prolouge

Comfortably Numb
A Star Wars fan-fiction by;
DarkwingsDescending

Disclaimer: I would not be writing fan fiction if I owned Star Wars. All familiar characters, environments, and anything else that sounds familiar is the sole property of George Lucas.  I am not here to make money out of this, Please do not steal my OC. NOT A MARY SUE!

Summary: We all know the Emperor is a Son of a Bitch. He's done a lot of evil things in the past. None of these however had ever fazed Lord Vader. Lately though, his newest "plans" have irked Vader beyond belief. The Death Star, hunting the Jedi, stuff like that. However, he had given up everything and gotten nothing in return. The Emperor's newest request just might take Lord Vader over the edge. He is to get married and produce an heir. Vader is not in the suit, and this is not a redemption fanfiction.
Rated M for mature themes; violence and sexual content.  
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It had been three years. Three years since his entire life, his entire being, and his entire universe had been turned upside down. Three years ago when he lost his wife and children in childbirth, the time he killed his former best friend and mentor Obi-Wan Kenobi, and his help with the extinction of the Jedi. Things were entirely different now for the former Anakin Skywalker, he was now a sith lord by the name Lord Vader.

He had also turned to the dark side during those three years. Vader smirked as he sat meditating. Palpatine, now the emperor had promised him salvation, invincibility and most of all, power. However, Darth Vader received none of those and instead lost it all. Lord Vader stretched and strode towards the refresher. The Emperor was expecting him, he must be off. Lord Vader was not entirely thrilled to be disturbed, especially these days. When Lord Vader had first turned to the Dark side, he was given what he thought were meaningful missions. Now, it was idiotic tasks for him to complete. It felt more like babysitting. For example, Lord Vader knew to always keep his opinions to himself, but the idea of a moon sized battle station was appalling to Lord Vader. He saw no point in it. To make things worse, he was given the agonizing task of babysitting the fools building it. He hated it, it was grueling beyond belief. He hated everyone; it took all his strength not to kill each and every one of them. Unfortunately for Vader, that was just the start of it. All in all, He knew he had yet another pointless task to complete. It turned out, he was right. He heaved a sigh and took a quick glance at the mirror.

He looked pretty much the same as he did before he turned. His hair was still its curly-shoulder length consistency, but had a darker tinge to it. He still had his well-shaped nose, high cheekbones and petal lips. He was extremely handsome. His eyes had changed from a warm ocean blue to an ice-cold blue; the color was as cold as his heart. His eyes were also stark fire orange when he was angered or emotional, like the fire that had nearly consumed his physical self. He then slumped out of his master quarters and strode to the throne room. Vader glared at the guards clad in blood red; the quickly removed themselves. He smirked satisfied. What else had he to look forward to?
He inhaled the musty, dank and putrid smell of the throne room. The smell was due to the overly-recycled air. By the Emperor's orders, the air must be recycled constantly to prevent assassination attempts by air. The putrid smell itself was from the Emperor's ancient rotting body. After the attack by the deceased Mace Windu, the Emperor had dwelled even deeper into the heart of the dark side of the force. At times, it would not go well for Palpatine and would lead him more disfigured and cursed with cancerous sores.

Darth Vader got onto one knee and bowed deeply.
"What is thy bidding, my master?" He asked clearly. Palpatine lifted a gnarled hand and motioned for him to rise.
"Rise my young apprentice. I have a task for you." He choked out.
Vader rose and waited patiently.
"As you can tell, I am obviously getting on in age. I have yet discovered the secret to immortality, but I feel I am close. Until then, if anything happens to me, I will need an heir. That as you know will be you. However, I feel it is your duty as second in command to produce your own heir to the throne. You are to choose a woman and marry her within the month. Is this clear?" He growled his command.

Vader was stunned; he had not expected anything of this sort. Him, play the dating game. He tried his hardest not to scoff. He was certainly not willing to play. He had already played this evil game; he had already produced his heir.

"I know what you are thinking, but it will happen again. Your dead line is the nineteenth of May. Is…this…clear?" He said a bit stricter.

Vader bowed his head.
"As you wish, my master." And turned on his feet and stormed out. Vader was one pissed Sith Lord. He hated how at times like these his former self, Anakin Skywalker would appear through Vader. He hated how he couldn't ignore the pain he felt after losing Padme. The very idea of it felt like a cheating on her, disrespecting her death. He still loved her dearly to this day, even though she had betrayed him. It was all Obi Wan's fault. No matter, he took care of that as he savagely cut his former friend down. But, what pissed him off the most was that he knew the Palpatine wanted to see Vader suffer for the fun of it. He thrived off of Vader's pain. What a coincidence that the due date just happened to be on his and Padme's thirteenth anniversary. Vader felt the presence of his officers around them. One began to speak; Vader threw him a nasty glare and used the force to push him out of his way. He stormed all into his headquarters and placed his head in his hands. This was going to be a very, very long month.