darthlcrd

[darthlcrd]

eighteleven​:

Lucky? Maybe. He certainly didn’t feel lucky. Oh, he didn’t feel particularly put-upon, either; and perhaps he should have, given the… everything about the situation, but beneath the immediate anxiety and discomfort, there was– something else. Not soothing enough to be relief, not mature enough to be hope. The beginnings of one or the other? His life was changing, and though the circumstances of that change weren’t good, the prospect itself wasn’t bad. It was all rather abrupt, and thus difficult to process, and Michael had never had the best understanding of his own emotions. He had always lived by the old adage: whatever happens, happens. If he was angry, he shouted; if he was sad, he sulked; if he was happy, if he was happy, he laughed, the most wonderful sound. He didn’t think he’d laughed in months. He didn’t think he would be laughing aboard Vader’s ship, either, but at least he couldn’t be certain of that. Maybe what he was feeling was the potential of it all. A chance for things to be, if not better, then awful in a different way.

       If only William wasn’t going to find him and behead him. But another thought was creeping up, and he knew exactly what this was the moment it tickled the base of his skull. Smugness. Oh, just let the old bastard come after him. If he made himself useful, and Vader wanted to keep him, there was no way in the Sith Hells that Afton would be prying Michael from those cold mechanical fingers. Kriff ‘the devil you know’, because he did know, and that devil sucked. And now he would have to come crawling on his hands and knees to get Michael back. Honestly, it would be funny if Vader just tossed him out with the trash on the day he stopped being useful. Fuck you, you shitty old bitch, he thought with as much vitriol as he could muster, directing his ire back towards the shop. He could have a crisis about it later – he was sure that he would – but for now, he’d ride this high.

       He seated himself, fidgeting his hands in his lap. Don’t talk, stupid. Just don’t say anything. He said he’d tell you, so wait for him to talk first. “–so…” He cursed himself as he felt his lips moving, but the sound of the respirator was just too oppressive to ignore. “Do I… get to ask questions? Beyond this one?”

As Michael sits down, the dark lord himself marches on to the cockpit of the small craft and directs his immediate attention to the control boards. The soft sound of switches flicking and button presses fill the silence alongside his mechanical breathing as he prepares to take off and leave this dreadful planet. 

He pauses what he’s doing immediately when the other speaks. The nerve of it does come as a surprise, a mildly angering one. The tone in his reply however remains eerily neutral. “ I will allow it . “ He answers after a moment of tense silence. “ But I suggest you choose your words . Very . Carefully . “

With that, he sits down himself. The rumbling of the engines spring to life as he finally starts the vessel. “ It will take time before we reach my ship . It would be preferred if you were to remain alive between now and when we arrive . “ He adds as they take off. The Executor had purposefully been placed a way away from the planet, again for the sake of the trip remaining inconspicuous. It did mean he’d had to spend more time than he’d liked to spend on it already. Another item to add to his list of annoyances. All of which is not very well-boding for his passenger.

#threads. [ I HAVE ALTERED OUR DEAL. PRAY I DONT ALTER IT FURTHER ] #eighteleven #// sorry this took fucking forever //

[darthlcrd]

Star Wars: A New Hope #2 (1997) pencil by Eduardo Barreto ink by Al Williamson color by Cary Porter

[darthlcrd]

debelltio​:

darthlcrd // 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐕𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

          𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 , 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. Stygian darkness encroached upon demesne — ominous in augur. Phantom hands wrapped around his neck , descending with a vice-like grip. Gloved hands rose to slackened rigid collar. A soft inhalation. ❝ The Empire’s secrets remain safe with me. My eyes and ears are all over the galaxy. Even if there was so much as a whisper of the weapon — I will know. ❞

 ❝ I will not fail , my lord. Rest assured that the Emperor had not misplaced his trust. I — ❞ The locomotion of words faltered as Sith lord’s footsteps hammered with resounding force amidst the floor. Hackles rose as chills kissed stiffened spine. A sharp exhale as the sensation albeit stronger in intensity. ❝ If we work together , we can eliminate this threat before its escalation. One of the men is already in my custody. He has agreed to divulge the whereabouts of his comrades. ❞

With practiced indifference he holds another insignificant life in his hands. The silence stretches on once more as Vader deliberates what to do with it. The dark side craves death, it would be satisfying to feel that sickening crack or to watch him struggle to draw his last breath. But he knows it won’t keep that anger sated for long. As much as it fuels his wrath he still has use for the director, however clumsy he may be.

The pressure around his neck tightens momentarily before it releases completely. A reminder of how easily the coin could have fallen the other side. “ I will be the judge of that . “ He says, the annoyance he feels at not giving the killing blow clear even through his vocoder. “ This is your final chance to prove your worth . I will not be so lenient with continued insolence . My patience runs thin . “

“ I will grant you access to a squad to deal with these traitors , that will be the extent of my involvement . I do not have time to clean up your messes . “

#threads. [ I HAVE ALTERED OUR DEAL. PRAY I DONT ALTER IT FURTHER ] #debelltio

[darthlcrd]

☁️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 ☁️

from the Dragon Age book The Stolen Throne! part 1

❛ Run, (name)! ❜

❛ You killed her! ❜

❛ You bastard, you killed her! ❜

❛ She was your queen, and you killed her! ❜

❛ Now she’s gone, and you’re the king. ❜

❛ Something’s happening, ❜

❛ What’s that you’re saying? ❜

❛ You saw something? ❜

❛ I /said/ something’s happening. ❜

❛ Are you telling me you hadn’t noticed? ❜

❛ There’s some tracks. I think maybe there’s some soldiers about. ❜

❛ And you didn’t think that was of any interest? ❜

❛ (Name) is a lickspittle. Desperate for favor with (name/title), everyone knows that. ❜

❛ Look, whatever he’s up to, it doesn’t have anything to do with us. ❜

❛ Nobody saw us. We’re good. We should go. ❜

❛ Aw, come on now. Don’t go making trouble. ❜

❛ I’m not interested in making trouble, I’m interested in avoiding it. ❜

❛ What did your bar wench say, exactly? ❜

❛ You sound like your father when you do that. ❜

❛ That may be the first compliment I’ve heard from you. ❜

❛ Look. This doesn’t involve us, like you said. Let’s /go/. ❜

❛ If you want to go then /go/. ❜

❛ Good answer. Come with us. ❜

❛ Did I wake you? ❜

❛ I apologize, I’m trying to be as gentle as I can. ❜

❛ (name) didn’t tell you? ❜

❛ No, he wouldn’t have, would he? ❜

❛ It would take a dragon to pull more than two sentences in a row out of that boy. ❜

❛ He’s his father’s son. ❜

❛ It’s because you lied to him, and still are. And also because you’re an incompetent boob. ❜

❛ Let me kill him. This is my fault. ❜

❛ Don’t you have work to do? ❜

❛ But if you want to join the cowards, (name), why don’t you go ahead and do that? Assuming you aren’t the only one. ❜

❛ You’re very hard on yourself, ❜

❛ Pull out a crown, perhaps. Burst into flames. That might be helpful actually. ❜

❛ You bow to him? You’re /protecting/ him?! He lied to us! ❜

❛ If I can help you do that, then I will give anything, even my life. ❜

❛ Don’t ask me to just leave you, I won’t do it… ❜

❛ Stay close, or I swear I will leave you behind. ❜

❛ You shut up about him! ❜

❛ You’re the one that got him killed! You don’t get to tell me what to do. ❜

❛ You can’t knight /me/ to make me throw my life away for /you/. ❜

❛ You think I meant for any of this to happen? ❜

❛ Oh, you’re sorry? You’re sorry! How wonderful that you’re sorry! ❜

❛ I watched my father die, along with everyone he promised to protect, but how much better it is now that I know you’re /sorry/! ❜

❛ I don’t expect you to stay and help me, I really don’t. ❜

❛ How could I not understand that? ❜

❛ So… thank you for saving me. ❜

❛ One, you have a way with words. ❜

❛ Really? You’d be the first to say that. ❜

❛ Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve put me through? ❜

❛ I’m, uh, very happy to not be dead. ❜

❛ You’ve rage enough inside you, tempered into a blade of fine steel. Into whose heart will you plunge that one day, I wonder? ❜

❛ Doesn’t it? Have you forgiven them already, then? You no longer remember her cries as they held her down?  ❜

❛ He has quite the estimation of your capabilities, doesn’t he? ❜

❛ Keep him close and he will betray you. Each time worse than the last. ❜

❛ I fall off horses. It’s this thing I do. ❜

❛ Why? Because he told you so? ❜

❛ The part he is playing in his own plan, is that of the sacrificial lamb. Perhaps he didn’t realize it, but there it is. ❜

❛ There are things we must do, things that must be done to survive. ❜

#rp memes. [ BE CAREFUL NOT TO CHOKE ON YOUR ASPIRATIONS ]

[darthlcrd]

eighteleven​:

“Wh– but–” What was he going to tell his father? William had absolutely refused to let him wander far from the shop; the mere mention of Michael leaving the planet or even moving to another town sent him into hysterics. You’re all I have left, Michael – you know that, don’t you? The galaxy is dangerous. You need me. Of course, it went without saying that Michael could take care of himself in most regards: he was more a danger to others than they were to him, and his criminal record stated as much. They’d been talking about sealing it, or everything from before the age of eighteen, but those negotiations had stagnated. Now he supposed it didn’t matter, because he was leaving whether he liked it or not.

       He wasn’t fool enough to argue beyond the two impulsive syllables, and he swallowed further protests and nodded. There was a brief pang of loss, not for this place or what remained of his family, but for the tools and projects he would be leaving behind. No time to grab them, not when the second most powerful man in the Empire was demanding that he follow along. He did, with his head down and his hands clenched into nervous fists. There below the surface was the ever-present bubbling rage, the willingness to fight, but for now, it was dampened. Fear held it in check.

Vader’s step doesn’t falter at the protest. He knows how these things go, no one would dare not obey his commands to the letter. He’s made sure of that. And if this man does prove too stubborn for his worth then, well, good riddance. Just his hesitance is an incompetence most officers on board the Executor would meet their end for. Really, he’s lucky Vader has use for him.

The sith lord might be able to sense his inner turmoil, but there’s no trace of any empathy for him within himself. Quite the opposite, the dark side feeds off these emotions relentlessly. He doesn’t slow his strides for him and marches on in complete silence, save from the steady, ever present sound of his breathing, until they reach the shuttle he arrived in.

It’s definitely not the kind of ship one would expect the Empire’s second in command to travel in. but being inconspicuous and mundane is exactly why Vader chose it for this trip. The cargo door on the back of the craft obediently opens at a sway of his hand.

Once they are inside he finally stops and turns towards Michael. “ We are leaving , take a seat . “ He says, making no room for argument. He gestures towards the row of seats lining one of the shuttle’s walls. “ I will explain in due time . “

#threads. [ I HAVE ALTERED OUR DEAL. PRAY I DONT ALTER IT FURTHER ] #eighteleven #main verse. [ ALL I AM SURROUNDED BY IS FEAR. AND DEAD MEN ]

[darthlcrd]

@debelltio​

darthlcrd // Darth Vader

          ❝ N-No , my lord. ❞ 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. Silently , he mentally rebuked at wavering diction. Rare it were for the Director to find himself in the monster’s presence. The safety of numbers and rash officers with booming voices shielded Krennic from the brunt of Vader’s quiet rage. Foolish men had attempted to appease this abomination — yet one after another , each found the oxygen in their lungs deteriorate. Even now , he envisioned bluish visage with significant clarity ; the expression of terror lingered , even after death.

Footsteps remained rooted to durasteel floors. Deep inhalations , savouring precious oxygen while he could. ❝ Of course , I’m here to report a significant progress with the weapon. With Dr. Erso back under my care , there would no longer be any major impediments. But — ❞ He swallowed thickly. ❝ I’m afraid there are other pressing matters to think of. Our supply runs have been intercepted by the rebel fleet. Gerrera , I believe. The timing of the their assault is uncanny — I believe that there may be a mole , an imposter among us. With assistance , I intend to hunt this rat down. ❞

“ Assistance ? “ The towering cyborg repeats. The modified voice a subtle tone higher to sell feigned disbelief at his barely concealed request. So many pretty words to conceal what this actually is - a failure. These politics tire him. “ You have lost vital supplies , allowed a highly confidential station to be infiltrated under your watch and now you cannot even correct your own mistake . “ Vader translates. The blank mask unmoving as it stares down at the officer, yet the judgement behind it hangs thick around them. “ The only remarkable trait you possess continues to be your incompetence , director . “

He advances on the other, slow and menacing steps drawing closer. “ Tell me ; if you cannot take responsibility for your own short sightedness , why shouldn’t this ‘ assistance ‘ you speak of not be ‘ permanent replacement ‘ instead ? “ As he speaks, a gloved, faux hand is lifted. A pressure comes to rest against his neck. So subtle it might have been easy to brush off if not for the imposing presence of the sith lord.

#// aMOGUS?????? // #// i assume its okay to continue this !! // #threads. [ I HAVE ALTERED OUR DEAL. PRAY I DONT ALTER IT FURTHER ] #main verse. [ ALL I AM SURROUNDED BY IS FEAR. AND DEAD MEN ] #debelltio

[darthlcrd]

sw gif meme - 9 Scenes: Vader vs. Rebels

#visage. [ MECHANICAL MONSTER ]

[darthlcrd]

eighteleven​:

He was doing his best not to stare, but– well, he couldn’t help it. While he’d never had much direct contact with the Empire beyond the garrison simply existing several miles away, occasionally spitting out or swallowing a patrol, he had two eyes and two ears, and a holocaster. There was nobody on this or any neighboring planet who didn’t know who Darth Vader was. He had simply never seen him in person before.

       There were people who insisted that he was some sort of droid. Michael wasn’t much for the rumor mill, but that had caught his attention. It was entirely possible, or so he’d thought. Until now. Until he was standing in the same room as him. Technology had come so far, you could make droids that looked just like people now. Few mechanics did, mostly out of misplaced pride in being human ( nobody ever seemed to talk about making realistic droids of any other species, which was… odd, but Michael didn’t claim to be aware of every conversation going on in the galaxy; maybe this was a hot topic in some other star system ), but it was possible. And with that mask, they didn’t even need to attempt realism if they didn’t want to. Only–

       Only he was breathing. And there was just no logical reason to simulate breathing in a war droid. Unless it was some sort of intimidation factor? But that made no sense; it would kill any potential for stealth. Could Darth Vader stop breathing? Could he hold his breath? The chest piece on the front read to Michael as some sort of regulator: conclusion, the breathing was compulsory. You didn’t hold an iron lung. And if this was true, it all being conjecture at this point, but if it was true… why. What kind of incident resulted in a breathing apparatus like that? ( The hybrid suits weren’t torture devices, but, stars, they could have been. )

       “…what do you want me to do?”

Yellow eyes squint behind red tinted glasses. It’s barely any effort to perceive his emotions, as it is with any untrained non Force sensitive. The familiar sense of fear that came to permanently stain the Force around him is as present as it ever is but besides that... curiosity. How amusing. The mask and his rigid form betray nothing of how he himself feels about the interaction, but he hasn’t killed him yet, so that must mean something.

Vader lets the moment stretch out longer, an intimidation tactic that has become like second nature to him, make them nervous, give their mind the time to do the work for you. One’s imagination is a powerful thing. His steady, ominous breathing nothing but an agitator to it. 

Once he’s decided his nerves have filled the air around them long enough he suddenly speaks again. Only to command one simple order. “ Follow . “ His vocoder rumbles, and he briskly turns back to his ship. His cape a black shape billowing behind him as he marches off without checking to see if he’s actually coming. They can’t speak like this, out in the open, but Vader doesn’t bother explaining that. It doesn’t matter either way, it’s not like he has a choice in the matter.

#eighteleven #threads. [ I HAVE ALTERED OUR DEAL. PRAY I DONT ALTER IT FURTHER ] #main verse. [ ALL I AM SURROUNDED BY IS FEAR. AND DEAD MEN ] #// dramatic is his only state of being //

[darthlcrd]

debelltio​:​

          ❝ Yes, my lord. ❞ 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃. Silence , cacophonous silence blanketed the empty room. Heartbeat. War-drums pulsated in staccato rhythm — betraying inner quintessence. Visage remained unmoving ; observing with reverence. Belied underneath the Director’s artificial tranquillity was growing apprehension ; wrapping its tendrils around his heart. His breath hitched — as though asphyxiated.

Mechanical monster towered with unnatural stiffness. A horrifying amalgamation of man and machine ; Its breathing remained a testament to the vestiges of humanity left. Krennic swallowed thickly and rose ( carefully ). ❝ Very wise words. Your astuteness remains sharp as ever. I could not have said it any better myself. Perhaps we should … jump straight into business ? ❞

A sneer pulls at old scars behind the skeletal mask. He Has infinitely better things to do than endure another spineless officer’s bootlicking. “ You should know better than to think flattery works on me . “ The vocoder booms through steady breathing. The deep bass of his voice echoing around the room. 

With rigid movement the dark mass begins to circle the other. Through the Force Vader can feel the impact his intimidating completeness has, but even that has become redundant over the years. “ Always in such a hurry . “ He remarks. Through the voice modification it’s near impossible to tell if his words hold condemnation or if they’re simply made to sound that way. “ If you’ve got better places to be then I suggest you talk fast , director , and stop wasting breath on useless formalities . “ Heavy steps stop to punctuate the weight behind his words. He’s got no patience left for any of this.

“ Well ? “

#threads. [ I HAVE ALTERED OUR DEAL. PRAY I DONT ALTER IT FURTHER ] #main verse. [ ALL I AM SURROUNDED BY IS FEAR. AND DEAD MEN ] #debelltio

[darthlcrd]

@eighteleven​ said: ❛   you’re  dangerous …   i  just  don’t  want  to  end  up  dead .  ❜

DANGEROUS PROMPTS | [ open ]

“ Pointing out the obvious will not safe you . “ Vader’s deep bass rumbles. The dark mask tilted slightly downwards as he peers at the mechanic. What he wants or doesn’t want is of no interest to him. “ What will , however , is following orders . So I suggest you think over your next words very carefully . “ He continues. He hasn’t neglected his duties on the Executor to come to this horrid place and risk arising the Emperor’s suspicions for nothing, so he shall forgive the useless misuse of words this time.

That won’t safe him through further irritation, however. This man is just one mechanic out of many options, and Vader is already feeling agitated.

“ The Empire has use for you . “

#threads. [ I HAVE ALTERED OUR DEAL. PRAY I DONT ALTER IT FURTHER ] #main verse. [ ALL I AM SURROUNDED BY IS FEAR. AND DEAD MEN ] #eighteleven #// i saw that post you made abt your stxr wxrs verse. i hope this works ! //

[darthlcrd]

                   𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  .

❛   what  are  you  doing?   ❜

❛   what ,  you’re  going  to  kill  me?  ❜

❛   fuck !  put  the  gun  down !  please , come on !  it’s  me ,  alright ?  ❜

❛   what  are  you  doing  with  that ?   ❜

❛   please ..  don’t  do  this  anymore !   ❜

❛   let  her/them/him  go  or  i’ll  blow  you  away !  ❜

❛   wait ! okay …  okay !  okay , i’ll  tell  you ,  whatever  you  want  to  know  ..   ❜

❛   you  point  that  thing  at  me  you  better  pull  the  trigger .  ❜

❛   alright , alright , alright  ..  i’ll talk !   ❜

❛   please ,  just  let  me  go ,  i  won’t  tell  anyone …  i  promise  .  ❜

❛   let  me  out  of  here !   let  me  go !   ❜

❛   you’re  not  getting  away  this  time  …  ❜

❛   actually ,  i  think  i  better  get  going  …   it’s  late  and  …   ❜

❛   come  on !  fight  back !  fight  back !  fight  back  you  coward !   ❜

❛   come  on ,  hit  me !   ❜

❛   do  it !  pull  the  trigger !  do  it  ,  do  it  ,  do  it !   ❜

❛   come  and  find  me  …  polo !  ❜

❛   i  don’t  want  to  hide  anymore ,  i  don’t  want  to  be  afraid  anymore  …   ❜

❛   you   keep   saying   you’re   going   to   stop   but   you   don’t !  ❜

❛   how   many   more   people   need   to   die   before   you’re   satisfied ?  ❜

❛   why   are   you   doing   this ?   ❜

❛   don’t   come   any   closer  ,   that’s   far   enough  .   ❜

❛   if   you  don’t   pull   the   trigger   i’ll   pull   it   for   you  !   ❜

❛   i  thought  that  you  were  in  danger  …   ❜

❛   you’re  dangerous  …  i ,   i  just  don’t  want  to  end  up  dead ..   ❜

❛   i  promise  i  won’t  hurt  you  …    ❜

❛   can  you  please  stop  screwing  with  my  mind ,  god  !   ❜

❛   i  don’t  want  to  be  here  anymore ,  please ,  can  we  go  back ?   ❜

❛   um  ….  i’m  not  sure  i  want  to  go ,   thanks   anyway  ..   ❜

❛   that  sounds  dangerous  ….   i’m  in .   ❜

❛   i  don’t  know ,  it  sounds  awfully  dangerous  …  ❜

❛   stay  back  or  i  will  rip  your  head  off  !  ❜

❛   i  think  …   this   is   wrong ,  no .  i  can’t  just  stand  by   and   watch   it  .   ❜

❛   do  you  think  you  would  ever  hurt  me  like  that ?   ❜

❛   i  can’t  be  with  someone  who  could  hurt  me  like  that  …  ❜

❛   this  is  not  love  !   it   is   obsession  !   a   sick  one  at   that  !  ❜

❛   are  you  following  me  ?   what  …   what  do  you  want  ?   money  ?   ❜

❛   please  …  i  have  money ,   just  let  me  go  .  ❜

❛   i  don’t  think  you  realize  how  the  dangerous  this  game  is  ..   ❜

❛   it’s  not  just  a  game  !   ❜

❛   if  you’re  in  some  kind  of  trouble ,  you  can  tell  me  .   ❜

❛   come  on  ,   it’s  just  a  game ,  what  could  go  so  wrong  ?   ❜

❛   are  you  the  one  that’s  been  watching  me  ?   stalking  me  ?  ❜

❛   actually ,  do  you  mind  if  we  just  stop/pull  over  here  ?   ❜

❛   what  are  you  doing ?   you  missed  the  stop  back  there ?   ❜

❛   hello ?   is   someone  there  ?   ❜

❛   you’re  scaring  me  …   ❜

❛   okay ,  you’re  really  starting  to  scare  me  …  ❜

#rp memes. [ BE CAREFUL NOT TO CHOKE ON YOUR ASPIRATIONS ]

[darthlcrd]

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If he were anyone else, he might acknowledge the irony of the situation. Anakin, who spent his last days fighting the inevitability of death, had never seen the reaper himself. Yet it seems Vader can’t go a week without having him show up. It’s because of his own murderous tendencies above any fault of the other, of course, but knowing that does little to ease the irritation he feels whenever the being shows up.

At first, he’d simply cross his arms and stare at him through the unreadable red tinted spectacles of his mask. But soon it became such a common sight he’d go about his business as if he weren’t there. The dark looming figure then only occasionally turning to regard him. There are certain forces he knows even he can’t disturb. He’s learned that lesson the hard way, multiple times.

Death has already taken everything it can from him, anyway.

That is, until it hasn’t.

The knowledge that the child he’d been grieving for all these years is still alive, his existence shining brightly in its impossibility, has caused a storm of long buried emotions. Why now? Nothing has moved him in years. And why like this? A rebel, who leads the kind of life that’s snuffed out from one moment to the next. He shouldn’t care, these are Anakin’s worries, not Vader’s. But suddenly, suddenly he has a reason to care about death again.

The next time he appears the staring resumes. The body of some unfortunate ensign who’d been sent to their death by letting them bring the news that the pilot who blew up the Death Star had once again escaped the Empire’s clutches lying motionless on the polished durasteel floor. This time, however, he also takes a few steps closer. Mechanical hands resting on his belt. A few ominous cycles of his respirator pass before the low baritone of his voice sounds through.

“ You . . . “ He starts. “ Who are you . “ It isn’t spoken like a question, rather like a demand.

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[darthlcrd]

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[darthlcrd]

The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.  Eventually, even stars burn out.

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