StarWars Shadows of the past (revising + adding)

Prologue

Ulonna awoke in a cold sweat. Her face revealed the fear within her mind. The memory of her past was becoming a terrifying nightmare. She sat on her bed calming her breath. "Could this be the undoing of my future?" she pondered. She stood up, and sat down at her personal computer station. Staring at the blank screen she wondered if writing this was such a good idea. She turned on the computer and began to type the dream in exact detail. The images flipped through her mind at the speed of light. The fear increased as the pictures became clearer. The screen disappeared into the distance as the scene took over. With a flash it became the present. The room was now the blackness of space.

All was quiet; an small Imperial shuttle decelerated out of light speed. The engines of the shuttle echoed through the darkness. With gracefulness it hit the dimly lit atmosphere of Coruscant. It descended down to land on a platform inside the Imperial city. Just outside of the Imperial Palace that loomed over the Senate Hall, Red cloaked Imperial Royal Guards marched toward the shuttle. The sound of the marching echoed and bounced off the high towering structures. They stopped in a straight line, four on one side, and four on the other. As the ramp of the shuttle descended, the guards were forced into a much tighter attention.

Across the way a young woman appeared on the platform. Her long black cloak was of Royalty. Her long red curly hair was pulled back into a tightly wrapped bun. The young twenty year old walked toward the shuttle. Darth Vader walked down the ramp and paused at the site of her beauty, but it was only skin deep. Inside it was nonexistent. He could feel her evil presence and knew who she was. 

"Shonna" he hissed under his breath, he hated the thought of being this close to her. The girl's deep blue eyes turned steal gray when she turned to face him.

"I'm here to welcome you to the imperial city, not by my will, but by the will of my father," she hissed. She gave no effort to hide the hatred she had for this being in front of her. "My father has need of you. Report to his chambers immediately!" she snapped. She turned quick and headed back from where she came. The thought crossed his mind to grab her neck, but then he recalled it, only because of  the possible anger and punishment from her father.

Vader stepped toward the building, as thoughts ran through his mind of why the Emperor needed him so urgently. The  stolen Deathstar plans must have reached his ears, or there would be no reason for such a call. He paused suddenly. An out-cry of death pulled him from his reverie. It was a scream of a man suffering from the burning. He hated the feeling of hostility when he preformed this horrible torture. He could almost see the man's face. His mind quickly retracted from this thought.

The Red Cloaked Imperial Royal Guards followed close behind as he entered the Palace. They walked slowly with Vader's stride, through a series of corridors, before standing in front of the supreme leader's chambers. Vader stood before entering. The door slid open, the Emperor sensed his lingering.

"Come in my friend," he commanded. Vader walked into the reverent room. The light was very dim, and it made his mask react, and brighten. He blinked a few times to adjust. He realized that the only light in the room was filtering through the open window. As he entered, the Emperor waved his hand at the guards indicating them to remain outside.

"You called for me your Excellency?" Vader asked bowing with respect. He raised his head to look straight at the Emperor. The Emperor nodded, his face shaded by the black hood of his cloak. His voice was low and raspy.

"Rise my friend. Yes." 

"What does your Excellency wish?" he asked rising from the floor, his tone a bit smug.