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“Ben!” Luke shouted desperately. Obi Wan Kenobi was standing face-to-face with Darth Vader himself, Ben nodded slightly towards the millennium falcon. Luke ignored the sign, he did not intend to leave anyone behind! Especially not Ben! “Stand back! I’ll take care of this myself!” Vader ordered his stormtroopers in his deep robotic voice. Obi Wan looked at him as if Vader was nothing but a little boy. The sith lord unhooked his lightsaber from his belt and turned it on, Obi Wan turned on his own lightsaber. “It’s been a while” he said. Darth Vader swung his lightsaber, but Obi Wan blocked it. Han came running out of the millennium falcon with Leia right behind him “come on Luke!” he yelled, Luke turned to him “but what about Ben? we can’t just leave him he-!” “I hate to leave him just as much as you Luke, but if we stay here we are all going to get killed!” Leia interrupted. Han and Leia almost had to drag Luke back to the falcon. He looked back at Obi Wan catching his eyes, he gave Luke a small nod before turning off his lightsaber! “NO!” Luke screamed. Vader lifted his lightsaber, but right before it hit Obi Wan, Vader froze. Both he and Obi Wan was just standing there. This was the last Luke saw before the door to the millennium falcon closed.
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Vader tried moving but it was impossible. He was completely frozen, the same thing seemed to have happened to Obi Wan. He felt a strange sensation through his entire body. The feeling was indescribable. What had Obi Wan done? Even Vader had to admit Obi Wan was strong with the force, but strong enough for this? He could hear the sound of the millennium falcon leaving. But the three rebels seemed like the last of his worries right now. The strange feeling in his body became stronger and stronger, until it felt like he was going to implode. His suit was incredibly uncomfortable and he felt as if he was trapped inside of his own mask. Suddenly it was over. He dropped his lightsaber and fell unconscious to the ground.
He woke up in a slightly dark room with medical droids surrounding him. He was laying in a bed. “W-what happened?” he asked in a hoarse voice. “Lord Vader seems to be in perfect health, unfortunately we can not explain what happened,” One of the droids answered. First now Vader realized he was not wearing his mask or suit anymore. Actually he was wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Not breathing through a machine was liberating. But how was it even possible? He had not been able to breathe without help for years. He sat up in the bed. Something didn’t feel right. He tried standing up but immediately had to sit back down. He had a headache so bad it was almost impossible to think straight. He put his head in his hands. What in the force had happened to him? He ran his hand over his face. His skin was smooth, he could feel eyebrows, eyelashes and... hair. And strangely his limbs were all intact, except his right hand which was still missing and replaced by a mechanical one. “Mirror,” he mumbled. “I need a mirror,” he said this time a little louder and more demanding. A medical droid handed him a small mirror. His heart skipped a beat when he saw himself. Looking back at him in the mirror was the face of a young man, he looked at least two decades younger. he recognized the thin scar next to his right eye, his messy brown hair. The only difference between him now, and twenty years ago, was his yellow eyes. His eyes used to be blue, not that it mattered what colour his eyes were back then.
“We suggest Lord Vader gets some rest.” Vader was exhausted even though he had just woken up, so sleep sounded very appealing.
When Vader woke up again his headache was even worse. He sat up in the bed and looked around in the room, it was pretty much empty, all the medical droids were gone. The only furniture in there was the bed he was sitting on, and a small nightstand. He looked down at his robotic hand. Unlike when he was walking around in his robot suit, where no one could tell which parts of him were human and what parts were robot, this hand were obviously mechanical. He moved his fingers, it seemed to work perfectly.
He tried standing up. He had to lean up against the wall. The door to the room opened, a tall man dressed in a commander uniform stepped inside. The man looked at Vader with a baffled expression. This was not exactly what he had imagined the great Sith Lord Darth Vader looked like. Starring back at the commander was a tired looking young man leaning up against the wall. It was pretty clear he would fall over as soon as he let go.
“E-eh m-my lord I was given orders to escort them to the first floor,” he stuttered nervously. Vader didn’t respond he just slowly let go from the wall and tried to find balance. The commander came closer, he awkwardly offered His help. Vader hesitated before accepting. He had to swallow his pride, the other man had already seen him weak and sick, there was no respect left for him to lose.
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