The squad of librarians, each of them shot out a lighting bolt attack towards Darth Vader. This bolt hit him fair and square at the chest as he got thrown back mid air due to the sheer force behind the lighting bolt. He didn't managed to defend himself on time as the lighting bolt just suddenly came out if nowhere while he's on his peak speed and stopping immediately will do him more damage as the backlash will be almost unbearable.
So instead of stopping immediately, he gambled that his whole body can properly diffuse the lighting bolts coming to his way as he used his very own lightsaber as first line of defense. However, he largely underestimated the power and force behind the lighting bolt as he thought that it can't be as powerful as Sheev Palpatine's force lighting right?
His internal circuits got fried and his whole body experienced massive damage that's surely wouldn't be fixed by the aboard medical capabilities of the technological things on the body of Darth Vader. His leftoever flesh almost got charred as it suddenly turned almost black as the smell of a cooked meat permeated the air. The electronic module in his chest was charred, his clothing burned as it revealed his cyborg body. He's currently naked with his mask only having half of it survive after the blast as his eyes almost popped out and luckily it didn't melt for some reason.
His body became almost the same in color with his clothes, it's disgusting to see to say the least.
"Urghhhh!" growled Darth Vader as he felt his back hit a TIE fighter as he entered the cockpit of the TIE fighter, breaking through its glass. The glass shard entered the soft spot on the almost completely turned black and charred bosy of Darth Vader, spilling weird substances and sometimes blood. It looked like a lava with its skin scratched off.
"What in..the world... happened? Urghhh!" shouted Darth Vader in his mind as he lied down there trying to cope up with the sheer pain he's feeling right now. He suddenly felt countless ants biting down on his very flesh as he feels his life support fail miserably.
"I.. can...'t...feel my... bo... dy!" Darth Vader used his elbows to help himself stand up but he felt extremely numb and once again slumped back on the chair on the cockpit. When he slumped back, it caused the glass shards to penetrate deeper, delivering pain of greater level.
Just then, the sounds of the heavy metallic footsteps was heard slowly coming towards the destroyed and immobilized TIE fighter as Darth Vader's vision became wobbly and dizziness attacked his whole head.
The squad captain of the librarian space marines jumped lightly and landed in front of Darth Vader as he observed the dead vegetable like body of Darth Vader.
He saw that Darth Vader was dickless due to his legs are almost completely robotic except for some fleshy parts. He also saw his skin charred as the mesmerizing smell of a cooked chicken can be smelled coming from Vader's skin.
"Are you possibly Darth Vader? Your appearance dangerously looks close to the appearance of that man. Also, you smell great." asked the captain as he gently slapped the almost unconscious Darth Vader to try and wake him up to get answers.
"Ugh...arghh...Y... e... s" Darth Vader didn't properly processed the question as he absentmindedly answered yes to the question. He just wants to get immediate medical attention and get the heck of the Death Star. The pain is figuratively killing him as the curse of being powerful made him feel this kind of pain.
"Oh, it looks like we'll be awarded by the Supreme War Commander eh. Wrap him up like a present battle brothers, we'll send the Primarch Vulkan a gift!" ordered the librarian space marine captain as he pulled Darth Vader by his wrist and carried him on his shoulder as they slowly made their way to the transport vehicle that will extract them.
"Still, from the reports it's said that he's a powerful Force user, but he's here smelling like a cooked meat right now which is really stomach grumbling. It's too anticlimactic." shrugged the captain.
...
The energy core swiftly fell into the hands if the Imperial Knight regiment as the whole Death Star has changed ownerships in about 2 hours of intense fighting. The large battlefleet of more than a hundred battleships of the Imperium floated above the Death Star as those ships about the same size of a star destroyer gently landed on the mini space ports and space docks present on this gigantic megastructure.
The remaining stormtroopers, staffs such as command officers, sanitary engineers, repair engineers, and more was rounded up on the largest space dock, the space dock number 1. The space dock houses a couple of star destroyers that hasn't seen the light of day due to it being under manned and lack of suitable people to even make it fly much less take it into a battle.
Guardsmen of the Imperium stepped their foots on the floor of the space dock as they lined uo and formed rows of identically same size and length box formation.
The Lord Admiral was on the spacecraft slowly flying to land on the space dock as the request of a diplomatic talks was received by her people back on her flagship.
"Ugh, sir what do I do with this?" asked a staff that's clearly a newbie as he showed his mentor figure the transmission.
"Huh? A diplomatic talk request? Quickly send it to the central command and informt the Lord Admiral! Something like this is not what we can deal with." urged the mentor figure who's a veteran staff as he gave a string of orders to his apprentice.
"Yes sir!"
...
Central command, somewhere on a floating structure on Sol star system...
"Sir commander! A transmission from battlefleet on the Yavin 4 star system. We have attained full control of the Death Star and the Rebel Alliance apparently wants a diplomatic talk with us." said a female officer that looked like a customer support of some company.
"A diplomatic talk? Immediately send this to the higher ups, we can't decide stuff at this level." ordered the manager figure to the staff who just complied and sent this to the higher ups.
This trend continued as the decision was continuously passed to the people higher than the people who received it to the point it has eventually reached the office of Roboute Guilliman giving him an extra thing to do.
"My Primarch! New paperwork for you!" said a Ultramarine as he slowly added another layer of paper stack on the already mountain of papers in front of Roboute's desk. Roboute just looked at the Ultramarine with a cringing face.
"Oh yes my Primarch! These new papers needs your immediate attention at it regards the event on Yavin 4." said the Ultramarine who remembered the thing a woman said to him.
"What is it about?" asked Roboute as he picked up the papers and skimmed on its contents.
"A diplomatic talks? Again? Hmmm... I see, then just pass down the order that the Lord Admiral will be the envoy. Let him or her deal with that mess." said Roboute as he threw the papers on the other side with a note that say "accomplished papers."
"Why did I even agreed to become the equivalent of a Prime Minister? This is too taxing..."