Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

At Long Last

• Summary: Four years after Order 66, Darth Vader finally captures Obi-Wan Kenobi. He ends up with more than he could have hoped for.

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Vader’s comm buzzed an alert, and he glanced down at the device in annoyance.

Incoming call from Emperor Palpatine.

Growling a quiet noise of frustration, he let it buzz for a few more moments before gathering his composure and accepting the call. A small, blue hologram appeared before him, its distortion adding to the unsettling nature of Sidious’ ruined face.

“Master, we are just about to leave Sceoh and should be back on Coruscant in two days. Did you need something?”

“You were meant to have left Sceoh three days ago, Lord Vader.” The Emperor’s voice was mild, almost bored and that, Vader knew, could often be incomparably worse than outright distaste.

Panic simmered in Vader’s veins. It was vital that Sidious did not yet learn about the cargo he had obtained during his trip, not until he had succeeded in his aim. He forced himself to remain calm. For three days now he had known that this outcome was a possibility and he had prepared himself appropriately, nonetheless, his Master’s displeasure whipped over him with a cold flare and his throat dried in alarm, as parched as those left adrift on Tatooine's scorching deserts.

Vader bowed his head, respectful. “I apologise, Master. We encountered a greater challenge from the rebels than I had anticipated.” 

Sidious made an ugly, hissing sound. One Vader distinctly recognized as a note of displeasure. “Why didn’t you contact me sooner?”

Burgeoning anger unfurled in Vader’s stomach at the lack of confidence, his teeth gnashing together and clenching against the urge to reply with a harsh retort. Vader stomped it down immediately, such obvious fury would only amuse his Master.

“I had everything under control,” he said dryly.

Sidious watched him, his expression dangerously contemplative. Curiosity abruptly vanished from his features to be replaced with an icy glare. “There is something else at play here, and I will learn what it is. Do you understand, my apprentice?”

Dread beat against Vader’s skull before he shook such fear away, cursing himself silently. It was deplorable that he still allowed such a tone to intimidate him. He was not afraid. Not even of Sidious.

“Yes, my Master,” Vader said, tone purposefully flat.

“Good. I will see you soon then, Lord Vader,” Sidious said, a slow, ugly curl thinning his mouth as he ended the comm call.

Vader’s stomach churned and he forced his mind away from the inevitable reunion. He would have everything in order by then, it was pointless allowing himself to dwell on such thoughts. He had what he wanted, what he had been hunting for for years now.

Finally.

That was all that mattered.

He would finally have what was his.

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Obi-Wan turned to face him when Vader strode into his cell, flanked by two members of his personal guard.

“Nice of you to come and visit,” Obi-Wan greeted him, sneering.

Vader regarded him in silence and tried to ignore the tightening of his chest at the vehement disdain on Obi-Wan’s face. Keen eyes travelled to his stormtroopers, examining them, determining their names, Vader knew.