Vader trudged along the sands, his tall black boots kicking the dirt out of the way for him, as if they were preparing a pathway for him to walk upon.

With every step, he couldn't think of anything else, except what had happened in the past few days. In just a matter of time, Anakin had been pulled to the Dark Side, letting Vader be known, as he had fought his best friend, his own brother, then he had lost the one he loved and his children. He truly wasn't going to be able to get over the ones he loved and cared about for some time now, as he remembered he was the one who killed them all... Right?

At last, Vader had reached a camp site, where ion cannons were placed strategically around the base to keep people from entering. He scanned the base, looking for some kind of Imperial speeder, or some kind of ship.

Immediately, his eyes landed on two men, most likely pirates, examining a sleek black ship that sat on the ground, looking brand new, as if it was just polished.

As Vader neared the base, he turned in to the pirate's conversation.

"We can probably sell it even if we can't slice past the encryption. It should fetch more credits than we'll see in a year of slavi-"

Suddenly Vader growled, channeling all of his anger and his conflict within himself towards the Force, ripping off an ion cannon off of its base, the huge metal object flying towards one of the men, crushing him in an instant.

"That ship... " Vader stopped in his tracks, his voice seeming more intimidating than ever. "...Is mine. "

Out of nowhere, the other pirate turned around, aiming at blaster at Vader, prepared to fight. "Kill him!" he shouted, firing his blaster to him.

Vader dodged out of the way perfectly, his Jedi reflexes serving him well.

Out of every tent and building in the base, swarms of pirates came out, firing their blasters at Vader, defending their base.

Vader easily dodged, all the meanwhile ripping their base apart bit by bit with the Force, and hurling huge metal objects at the men, ending their life in a single crush.

As more pirates began to surround him, Vader Force jumped into the air, then landing on the opposite side of the men, sending out a Force shock wave, the men flying across the base, and being crushed up against a huge metal wall, their spines letting out a crack, as their bones ruptured inside their body, making them limp over, as they had now been paralyzed, or even dead.

In all of Vader's victory and rage, he could not sense what was particularly going on around him. Without knowing, he suddenly felt a sharp, hot pain pierce his arm, sending pain throughout his nerves. Vader shrieked in pain, his other hand immediately touched his wound, to see how badly he was injured.

"Got him! I got-" shouted a Utapauian in victory, before it was too late.

Vader whipped around furiously, his wounded arm reached out to the Utapauian, he used the Force and threw him into a deep crack that lied before the base, his screams bouncing off of the walls, until you could finally hear no more.

Vader hid his pain with his anger and hatred for himself, wielding the Dark Side proudly, as he now could use his powers without mercy, and use them at full power. He could no doubt crush this whole base if he wanted to with just the Force, but he decided it was too much for them. He knew he wanted to take them out one... by one...

Suddenly, as if the Force decided to tap him on the shoulder, he turned around sharply and saw two men run up to him, their blasters in their hands ready to kill the Sith Lord.

But Vader had other plans.

He reached out his hands, once again using the Force to his aid, pulling the two men together ferociously, their heads pounding together like a mallet on a gong, then he slammed them down on to the sandy canyon ground, their heads bashed open, and their dead bodies a-limp.

From his left, Vader saw another man rushing towards him, his blaster firing almost too precise. Vader rolled and dodged out of the way almost too easily, already having mastered that ability from fighting in the Clone Wars with droids, as all they did was shoot blaster bolts at him. As the pirate neared towards him, his blaster firing ceased, as he had realized that it was useless.

Vader smirked, as he saw that he was at his mercy, but he knew better. So, he picked up his body with the Force, just as he had done the rest, he slammed him against the ground, his head first, then smashing it into several pieces, his cranium shattering on to the canyon floor, sending more and more fear into the pirates as he continued to drop more bodies.

"Why are you here?!" one of them asked, his species being a human. He wore a red bandana around his forehead, sand protective goggles on top of his auburn hair, and a black pilots suit, and black gloves that went up to the middle of his fingers. "What do you want?!"

Vader laughed, shaking his head, his sweaty hair draped across his forehead, making him look even more intimidating. "From you?"

The pirate didn't respond, as Vader already had him.

He used the Dark Side of the Force, and called upon it, releasing his anger upon the pirate, he closed his airways, lifting the pirate up in the air, leaving him clawing at his throat desperately, his mouth opening and closing trying to get more air in. Vader didn't even have to put his hand out, he just watched his opponent suffer, his face changing colors as he continued to Force choke him.

At last, his opponent stopped clawing, his lifeless body dropping to the floor, making Vader chuckle once again.

"Only this, " he muttered, turning around to see his ship, untouched and in perfect condition.

Behind him, the base was in flames, smoke rising into the air from being ripped apart, and bodies being thrown against buildings. Nobody was alive. Surrounding Vader, bodies were laying on the ground left and right, blood circling around Vader's feet, but he stepped over it.

This was truly a merciless and monstrous scene. The true handiwork of an evil Sith.

A true Dark Side wielder.

With that, Vader climbed into his ship, unlocking it with the encryption code, and flying off into the deep space, letting the Force guide him to his next stop, as he could sense no Jedi there.

He flew into the night sky, leaving the burning camp, and the bodies alone, never able to return home to their families ever again.

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"I killed them. I killed them all. They're dead, every single one of them. " -Anakin Skywalker