Chosen One Failed? Order Another! (A Star Wars Time Travel Fanfiction)

The Dark Knight

A.N.: This is my 1st attempt at a fanfic of one of my fav books. If you have any thoughts on future characters you'd like to see added, comment them down below.

Ight, let's go.

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Chapter 1: The Dark Knight

There was nothing but darkness.

He could feel nothing, he had no sense of time or location. Or even himself. Who he is, who he was. What he will do, what he did. He had no body, no memory of himself.

A shade in the greater workings of the universe is he, and that is all he needs to be. That is all that is willed of him.

There was no lingering pain in the void, there was no more struggle to live. No saving nor condemning others' beliefs and their lives.

Just a solitude of peace, and an eternal calm. He felt free, for the first time in all of his existence. No struggles, no hardships, no fights or wars, no disagreements or arguments, no enemies, no evil torturous masters.

He floated in the abyss, without purpose, without understanding. The husk of his body burned, freeing himself completely from his old life. He flew, he soared, he was free.

Then, something anchored to him. A greater power than his own, one that had its own agenda, latched onto the spirit of the being that once was Anakin Skywalker.

He struggled, he resisted, but he did not understand, could not comprehend.

Reality was cruel, it was relentless, it was unforgiving. It wanted him back. It tore him from his final peace. From his calm and serenity, it was dragging him back. It pulled on his essence, and ripped his very being to its core.

The light brightened in his vision all around him. It was the first thing he saw, color.

It came in a variety, in numerous shapes and designs. Hadn't he lost the ability to view color before? The thought was immediately dismissed, for such thoughts were unwarranted, unneeded.

He then heard, a buzzing orchestra growing louder. The noise became more audible and distinct, it was a chorus of sounds together assaulting his audio senses. Faint muffles of something washing up against something could be heard. A low howl grew around him in the air, growing louder and louder. His vision slowly appeared to him, and he saw the ground coming up fast.

Darth Vader crashed into the ground, his vocoder letting out a hiss of air, feeling the ground beneath him. According to his HUD light display, the Sith Lord was in a forest swamp of sorts. His body felt sore, his muscles screaming with tiredness, as though he had just fought in a massive battle.

Yet, as he moved, Vader noticed how much lighter his body felt less...heavy somehow. Lighter, like how the body of Anakin Skywalker's did. Yet, if he was in Skywalker's body, then why would he wear Darth Vader's suit?

His mind was racing faster, the sluggish haze around his mind diminishing, allowing him to get his thoughts in order.

'What?

What had happened?

Where, where was Luke?

Where was Palpatine?'

Then the Force sang, and his memories were restored. All of them. But his sudden focus was not on any but his last.

Flashback:

In the Emperor's throne room, Darth Vader remained lying against the railing on the bridge above the elevator shaft. Vader had known Emperor Palpatine long enough to know what would happen next. He watched the Emperor descend to the bottom of the stairs and face Luke, a sinking feeling rising in his gut.