Fate: Strange/Fiction (Vol 1).

Saber

I stared out into the night.  Power coursed through my veins. It was always coursing. I still remembered back when I was within that fictional world. 

I had barely a body left. 

Burned, scarred, my limbs replaced with robotic cybernetic parts. 

I didn't even have the ability to sprint or run. Instead I had to rely on my pure abilities over the Force to make up for my loss in mobility.  

Constantly struggling on my breathing apparatus wherever I went. Loathing, seething, always as wherever I went. 

But now I felt calmer. My constant rage was absent. I theorized that it was this body. Normally I thought I'd be quite appalled if I found myself in a woman's body. 

But this body has immense power. The Blood of a Dragon, and the regaining of full usage of my limbs. I no longer had to only reserve the removal of my mask to my final moments, staring into my son's face, saved from darkness. 

I was summoned as Darth Vader, not Anakin Skywalker, so while the memory remained of my salvation, in this form I was still a Lord of the Sith, so I cared naught about those moments.  Besides, the Force never truly existed in this world. 

But power did, and so did conviction, and ambition. My master had that. And so I gladly served him in spite of his weak and frail self.  I would kill all in his way. I would crush his enemies gladly.  For him I would be the King of Villains that I was hailed as in this modern era.

Rain pattered over my jacket as me and Master waited at the bus stop, lights glimmering over the street.  An hour had passed since we left the meeting. The War was supposed to have started when we all reached where our lodgings were assigned, and yet Master no longer had a place to sleep. His name was mud in Chaldea now after our attempted destruction of his former friend.

So we assumed the war had started and instead started looking for an untraceable area to use as our base of operations. 

After shopping for clothes to shield me from the scrutiny of ordinary mortals, we had reached this bus stop.  And now, well, now we merely waited.

Ritsuka shivered in the rain, drawing his jacket close to himself. "You sure about this?"

"Very." I said. "We need merely wait. The Chaldeans will come to us. Archer is the weakest of them. But I assure you we are the ones they are most eager to destroy. Their hearts and love for Emiya's family is strong. It will be their undoing."

"Search your feelings and you will know it to be true." said Master, imitating a deep voice. "Right?"

"Do you mean to mock me Tohsaka?" I growled, glaring at my Master. "You might have my respect for now, but my patience has and will always be thin."

"Sorry sorry, gotta find some reason to joke now that.. now that I'm actually doing this." Master muttered. 

I looked down at myself. The rain glistened off my woolen sweater and my leather long pants. I would never get used to this slender body, nor my now light and female voice. But I suppose I was technically always female since I was never real till I was in this body in the first place.  So perhaps I should identify as a female? No.. it was never as simple as that. "The Planning of the Action is never the same as performing the Action. Actually drawing your blade is always harder than imagining it. So it was the same when I drew my blade against Obi-Wan for the first time."

"You found that difficult?" Ritsuka said, looking surprised as he shivered in the cold. 

"Of course I did." I responded. "He was my master, and I only just found out that all along it was the Jedi who were trying to take over the Republic.."