It all started when the second Death Star exploded moments after his defeat at the hands of his son, Luke Skywalker. The Emperor had started speaking when the Force all but screamed in warning, a warning that came all to late as the world turned bright white. The pain was unimaginable but it didn’t matter, Darth Vader was dead. His body would be atomized by the reactor explosion as it would of done to his arm and lightsaber. The Sith Lord felt guilt well up, guilt that he could of done more. But that guilt was swept away when the light dimmed, before he crashed heavily onto worn stone.
He didn’t move, stars dancing before his vision. He slowly cleared them away, blinking as he felt cool air brush his face. His mask had been penetrated, leaving the upper left side of his face exposed to the elements. The remaining eye of his mask reported that most of his limbs functions were online, but his suit was compromised. He would need to find a Imperial medical facility and fast.
The Dark Lord slowly sat up, feeling his body groan before wincing. The pain, the old reminder of his Master’s punishment for failing to defeat Obi-wan Kenobi on Mustafar. He growled, calling upon the Dark Side, allowing it to regulate his breathing with his barely functional breathing apparatus. Vader then stood before another function became operational, his hearing.
“Who in the Seven Sith Hells are you?!”
Darth Marr had been about to silence the agonizing incompetence that was Darth Thanaton’s voice when he felt the Force explode behind the yapping Sith Lord. He slowly stood up, feeling the Force suddenly take a nosedive before skyrocketing to new levels. This wasn’t a normal occurrence, Marr knew that much. When the light show dimmed, he and the rest of the Sith present saw the armored figure.
The figure, human male from what the Sith Lord could see, appeared to be covered head to foot in black armor. That was until Marr noticed that the figures limbs had been cut off at the knees, elbow and close to the shoulder. Very few Sith would of be able to survive such dismemberment, however, very few Sith ever had to face being alive for such things.
Thanaton noticed and yelled at the new arrival, again with that annoying voice of his. He had been here for the past hour complaining about the new rising star in the Sith ranks, until Marr had felt the Sith’s force presence vanish before he felt it once again. This new person had the same force signature as that Sith Lord, Lord Kallig. The Dark Side rolled off of the man like waves on the stormy seas of Kamino.
The figure looked at Thanaton before the exposed eye narrowed, glowing bright yellow. Marr felt the force simply obey, the figure lifting his left hand and making a claw gesture. Thanaton’s hands found his throat, choking and sputtering. Lifting Thanaton into the air, suspended like a doll, the figure all but snarled, voice coming out of the masks’ vocoder and his real voice.
“I...am Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith!”
The rest of the council stood at that, Marr could practically hear their thoughts. ‘This upstart things he can simply call himself a Darth?!’ Yes, he did, Marr had a feeling that maybe this Sith had some history they didn’t know about.
“Y-you can’t be a Darth,” Thanaton gasped, face turning purple from the strain of trying to fill his lungs with oxygen. “Only the Dark Council can name new Darths!”
Darth Marr watched Vader, intrigued. He could feel the rage explode from off him, Thanaton didn’t have long to live. Marr was proven correct as Thananton gurgled, his throat closing with the gesture of the Sith.
“Then the Dark Council should’ve left you to whatever cesspit you crawled out of.” Vader sneered, closing his fist.
The council simply shuddered as Thanaton was audibly crushed, the sound could probably be heard downstairs from how loud and sharp it was. The Sith watched as the body fell onto the floor, all eyes on Darth Vader. Darth Marr finally got a good look at the Sith, which wasn’t pretty. Scarred, bruised, his right hand was cut off, mask showing his face, the suit that covered him was torn and ruined.
The silence continued before one of the younger council members was incompetent enough to charge the Sith head on. Vader didn’t even flinch, using the force to violently shove the Sith back into his throne, unconscious. Marr simply walked down towards the Sith, noting how Vader didn’t attack him but gave him a look that would of turned any cowardly officer into a trembling mess.
“I am Darth Marr, one of the Dark Council,” The Sith said, the other Councillors remaining silent, “I all but ask how you gained the Title of Darth, as it is one earned not simply thrown around.”
Vader looked at him before speaking, “When I turned to the dark side, bestowed that name by my master, Darth Sidious. I have all but killed the Jedi, becoming the most feared Sith in the Galaxy…”
Marr nodded before noticing Vader sway, his eye showing exhaustion and immense fatigue. Catching the Sith, Marr looked at the others.
“Get a medical team down here!”
In his private medical facility on Dromund Kaas, Darth Marr looked at the sleeping form of Darth Vader. The medical droids and staff had been in an uproar over the completely outdated prosthetics and suit that Vader had been wearing. Marr had found it amusing as the Head Doctor, Doctor Baylor, ranted at the blatant misuse of the tech. The Sith Lord had suggested that the Doctor get medical teams to work with mechanic’s on building a new suit.
They had obeyed then found the blueprints of the suit on the few remaining data chips that had survived. The others had been military blueprints, tactics and operations that Marr had found interesting. He would have to ask this Sith when he woke up, but for now, he would look them over himself. He had also gone over the blueprint of the suit that had supported this Sith all his life apparently, built to cause pain and practically hinder everything that he could of become.
Darth Marr wasn’t pleased, since Sith Lords did that now, to make sure their apprentices couldn’t defeat them in battle. But it did make him wonder if someone would try to interfere with it, Darth Baras being one. That old Sith would do anything to learn of this, since he was head of Sith Intelligence. After Marr had heard of the Sith’s apprentice being killed, it seemed that he was going to be a nuisance. Unless…
Darth Marr looked at Vader, an idea forming in his mind. One that he found very inviting.