[OBITUARY]

[09]

•.[STAR WARS].•
19 BBY
Revenge of the Sith
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"Lord Vader can you hear me?"

Everything was steeped in shadows, the sterile air thick with an unsettling silence that seemed to swallow any hint of life. Dim rays of light struggled to penetrate through the minute sized windows, casting eerie shapes that danced across the walls, a shadow of a figure in particular which towered in its disfigured and statue like form.

A dark shield globed over a man's figure, a darkened suit and helmet which rattled as the former Anakin Skywalker breathed in and out. It hid away remaining elements of the man which once stood and conquered; his skin was picked and pulled a glued glass of burnt and grazed skin. He was a shell of the person he once was, now scarred beyond repair both physically and mentally; to many he still some what looked like Anakin but the skin was artificial and cold alongside his fixed limbs and body parts.

His mind went to one thing; one person, even in the midst of the pain and hunger for vengeance.

As he opened his eyes, the cold mechanical embrace of the armour clamped around him, a stark reminder of the life he had decided on and the loss of his former self. The suit, heavy and suffocating, restricted his movements, it was ironic- mirroring almost the weight of his choices and darkness which now engulfed him. Anger and betrayal directed heatedly not only towards those he once called allies but himself, for succumbing to the dark side. The rhythmic hiss of the suit's life support systems served as a haunting reminder of his new existence, a blend of both power and imprisonment.

Anakin was torn between the remnants of the Jedi he once was as he gambled with the growing isolation that came with his new identity. Even in the midst of his pain and suffering his thoughts fell with his wife. "Yes master- where is Odessa. Is she safe- is she alright?"

Unbeknownst to him Odessa Tove had been dead for 24 hours. Her body was confined for preparation, now starved from light, a complete submerge of darkness; her ultimate fear. She was too being nestled and picked at like he once was, however the only difference was his pain remained whilst only a body of a person which once was lay, she was dead, and so was he, mentally at least.

He felt an emptiness that settled deeply into his chest, it was grating and intense like something which once there was missing.

The chancellor sighed, his words signifying the former Anakin Skywalker's end. "It seems in your anger you killed her."

Killed her. Odessa wasn't dead, she was safe with their child; waiting for him to come back and make emends. To start their new life. He couldn't grasp that, she wasn't gone and he hadn't killed her.

Darth Vader shock his head in denial, the very essence of his bien was shattered, leaving him in a pity of anguish and regret. After everything he had done to avoid her tragic demise, he still couldn't save her, he had failed his child and even more importantly Odessa. The thought of her dying in solitude, alone and overpowered by sorrow made him feel sick to his stomach, enough so he wished to claw painfully at his neck. "I- I couldn't off- she was alive- I felt it"