The Bride of Vader

by DarkPadme

It was a dark and stormy night on Coruscant. The wicked weather reminded Lord Vader of the day he was brought horribly burned and barely alive into the secret medical center. He now stood in the same hyperbaric chamber where medical droids reconstructed him and gave him new life.

Now another was about to receive new life. The shrouded figure lay on the same table, shackles holding the body down. There lay his hope, his last chance at redemption for his failures.

"I certainly hope this will put a stop to your incessant moping over your loneliness," the Emperor said. He turned with his hands outstretched toward some medical equipment that had long cords extended toward the shrouded body. Force lightning shot out of his fingertips, casting the medical equipment in a blue glow. Lightning traveled down the cords toward the body, making it jerk and spasm as it too was engulfed in a blue glow.

Vader glanced at the equipment monitoring vital signs. There was nothing for several long moments, then...the stirrings of a heartbeat and a pulse. Moment by moment they grew stronger.

"She's alive! Aaaaaliiiiive!" Palpatine cackled. He ceased the Force lightning and the operating table rose upright. Palpatine removed the shroud and both Sith Lords waited patiently as the deathly-pale young woman with dark curls that stood straight up began breathing.

Abruptly her eyes opened. Her head jerked to the left then to the right, an expression of horror frozen on her alabaster face. Then she let out a terrifying scream.

"At least her vocal chords work," Palpatine said, covering his ears.

"Padmé! Padmé!" Vader boomed triumphantly. "You've returned to me!"

Abruptly, the revived Padmé Amidala Skywalker stopped screaming. "Who are you?" she rasped.

"It's me, Ani."

"Oh, shaak poop! You're not Anakin...are you?"

"Of course it's me. Sort of. I'm not exactly going by that name anymore."

"What happened to you? Why do have that bucket over your head?"

"There was an unfortunate accident on Mustafar after our little, er, disagreement. I got a bit of a makeover."

"He's Darth Vader now," Palpatine said, "but yes, yes, he's basically the same fellow."

"Oh." Padmé looked down at the japor snippet hanging around her neck and her black velvet gown. "What's with all of the black clothing? And the black fingernail polish? I came back to life as a goth chick?"

"Your new title is Lady Vader, Mistress of the Dark. We have to match you know. It's an image thing," Vader said.

"Just as long as your current fashion tastes aren't as extravagant as they were in life. I have a massive Empire to run; I can't let you bankrupt me with your couture shopping sprees."

"Hmpf," Padmé said. "Can I at least get something done with my hair? It's so dry and stiff."

"At least I am being generous in giving the two of you the honeymoon suite at the Galactic Palace and Spa so that you two can become re-acquainted," Palpatine said, using the Force to open the shackles on the operating table. Padmé fell into Vader's waiting arms. He slung her lithe form over his shoulder.

"There's one part of me they've improved upon, if you know what I mean," Vader said as he strode out of the medical center with his bride.

Padmé leaned over and whispered, "Remember when you said we could knock off the old man and rule the galaxy together? I'm in. And congratulations, you're the daddy of twins."

"That's my girl," Vader said.

And they lived Sithly ever after.