Emperor Palpatine has announced open elections for a new Emperor — and he’s nominated Darth Vader. You get to nominate one challenger.

With the size and strength of D’arth Vader it would take a phenomenal human being to stand up to him. One also has to feel that he wouldn’t play fair, or resort to debate, and would declare himself both concerned and amazed at the unexpected disappearance of his challenger.
No, this requires a level of guile and the willingness to destroy the rules.
So, first the challenger decided to infect him with Nano bots, that will weaken him. Then he compromised his communication ability so that he talks pure rubbish, and wiped his memory so that he forgets who he is and why he’s there.
That’s when our challenger steps in!
Our challenger is Daft Vader, his younger brother. Inventor of the Nano bot and King of Cunning. Vastly underestimated in his life, happy to stay out of the limelight until the moment is right.
He was named Daft because he thought he was better than his older brother. Adoring mummy and daddy, who thought the sun shone out of Darth’s butt, just laughed. But revenge is a dish best served cold, and by Nano bots which leave no trace.
Finally Daft has his revenge. Big brother is no longer watching him, he’s in a lunatic asylum believing he’s Rudolf Nureyev. His Pas de Deux is coming along nicely, but the split jump has done an enormous amount of damage as the bots froze his hip joints at full stretch, and he landed somewhat awkwardly.
As there was no viable challenger, the Emperor declared D’arth Vader Emperor, and Daft donned the costume, stuck the automated voice thing on, shot Palpantine, then disappeared without trace.
No one ever worked out that Daft D’arth left D’arth on his a*se, because they could never understand what came to pass.
In the meantime Daft set up a tribute franchise to his dear departed older brother, which he extended to the entire universe. Made a few films and a fortune.
And that’s how the Star Wars Franchise really started.

Best love
Amorah – Deb