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What's up with old Tarkin

Ok, I read a preview of this month's Vader issue and I am so confused.... Why the hell is Tarkin hunting Vader? He wants to put him on a trophy shelf?

Thrawn realised Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker when he called him Mitth'raw'nuruodo instead of Mitth'raw'nuruodo

Today I present to you an absolutely non-delusional analysis I’ve made for over a year now. The song “Man on the Moon” by Alan Walker and Benjamin Ingrosso reminds me of Luke Skywalker and Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader’s story in the events of the Original Trilogy. The more I listened to this song, the more I felt it was made for them so I will proceed to explain:

“What happens in dreams where we fly?”

It’s the first line in the song, and casually one of the first introductions that is given to us about Luke’s character. He feels stuck, head full of dreams about flying away from the desert lands of Tatooine into the wonders of the galaxy

“Never been as high as tonight”

The battle of Yavin. Not only is Luke high up in the sky, but it’s a high point in his life. It’s the start of his long journey on a crucial mission which he succeeds, but that comes with pressure

“Staring through a window in time for someone to show me what I’m like”

The forever iconic horizon scene. The horizon acts as a window in time through which Luke stares into nothing and everything, thinking about the future that could await him. He hopes to find answers to all the questions he has about his past but everything just seems to make him more confused

“He said hello, it’s like a mirror in the sky”

The vision in the cave. When Darth Vader’s helmet falls to the ground and explodes, Luke sees his own face inside. That’s the mirror of his fear, the reflection of what he could become

“Oh boy, we looking good tonight and I just don’t understand”

Luke’s first duel with Darth Vader on Bespin in which he decides to tell him the truth, the big revelation. He is his father and this stuns him as well as his emotions. At that moment Luke is vulnerable physically and emotionally: defenseless, one hand and his weapon missing, clinging onto a bar to keep himself from falling and fighting to deny what has just been told to him. Vader tries to use this vulnerability as a way of turning Luke, but he can’t understand his restraint as if saying “Imagine how great it would be if we could rule the galaxy together as father and son, I don’t understand why you won’t cave into temptation and join the dark side”

“I met the man on the moon”

Initially Luke thought that the Death Star was a moon. That makes Vader, the man on the Death Star, the man on the moon

“I met the man on the moon, he wore his hat to the side”

When Vader asks Luke to remove his helmet so he can look at him with his own eyes for the first and last time

“I met the man on the moon, he asked if I had a light”

This part is difficult to explain, but it’s in Vader’s last moments that he understands Luke “gave him light” (made him understand that there was still good in him) but it was too late

“He told us to hold it together, we’re falling apart”

When Vader tells Luke that he was right. “You were right, you were right about me. Tell your sister you were right” acts as a sort of reassurance and a way of letting him know that nothing was in vain. Yes, his death couldn’t be prevented, but now he would die as a good man. They are both falling apart in different senses: Vader is literally falling apart, falling into his inevitable death. Luke is emotionally falling apart, grieving for the death of the man he saved but couldn’t save at the same time

“Lost, all my tears have turned to dust”

The Ewok celebration is seemingly a time to celebrate freedom, the threats of the Empire are finally gone. Happiness arises while Luke tries to process what he just lived, he feels lost. The dust can represent the ashes of the fire in which his father is being burned

“Maybe somebody is calling us, the man on the moon”

This can represent two scenes:

The one where Luke is talking to Leia about how he must face Vader and try to turn him back to the light. His instinct is calling for him to go and attempt to save their father, the man on the moon

And the one where Luke sees the force ghosts of his former mentors and his father. His father out of his suit, not as Darth Vader anymore, but as Anakin Skywalker

English is not my first language so there might be some mistakes, but I needed to share this and finally get it out of my system

Darth Vader in dti

"You lack conviction!"

Anakin Skywalker - Ahsoka Part Five: "Shadow Warrior"

Hozier wrote Abstract (Psychopomp) about them actually

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆.

Muscle Man Makes A My Mum Joke And Fucking Dies

Hey there fellow Tumblr users, just a quick post to say Rest In Peace to James Earl Jones. May the force be with you, always.

Miniature Surprise

Reluctantly, you walk into work, going to your undecorated and bland office space. Colors such as dull white, brown and grey fill your head and give you an almost instant headache. As you sit down on your desk chair you were surprised to see something, new, decorative on your desk.

A small Funko Pop toy, and peering closer, you learned it was Darth Vader. You instantly smile and let out a small chuckle, picking the toy up. You twirl it around to get more information about it. It was your first merchandise from any Fandom you've been in.

You had no idea whom gifted it to you, or knew you were so fond of Star Wars, but it most certainly wasn't a secret that you were into Star Wars, as you've always been keen on bringing it up. Nonetheless, you were radiant to know someone went out of their way to give you something, it almost brought tears to your eyes.

The rest of the work day passed with more light than you would've thought. Your mood had lifted and you smiled more, of course, granting you some raised eyebrows and whispers from your co-workers. But who cares? You finally had something to look forward to: where would you put the gift?

Driving back home, you noticed a change to how the day was going: No traffic despite the busy hour, a cloudless sky, reflecting the bright sun and gorgeous sky. A surge of happiness flows through you, encouraging you do enjoy the day more. You get home, and find the perfect place to place the mini Darth Vader, admiring it as you decide in stone that it looks perfect.

Then, you go outside, with a book, sit on a comfortable blanket with your favorite drink in the sunlight. Everything around you felt perfect, despite whatever flaws there might be. You really enjoyed this day and the pleasant surprise on your desk.

For the Star Wars fans!

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Destined (Part Two)

It had been a few years since you started training under Darth Vader. He believed you had tons of potential and wasn't very hard on you, but he was quite inattentive in the field of giving you attention more than for training or whatever random questions you have.

Your feelings had spiked, you had to admit, but how was this even possible? You were already convinced you love him, so why does it feel like you do more? Maybe it's because you are closer to him than ever before. Today was no different from yesterday, you had training and more alone time. "Master, are you ready?" You asked, taking off the gloomy black cloak he had gifted you and taking your lightsaber off of your hip, assuming a stance. However, you were cut short when you saw Vader staring at something and you sensed his emotions, he was... sad? You approached him, wondering what you would find.

"Master?" You uttered, touching his shoulder very slightly. His breathing spiked, and he instinctively turned around and when he spotted you, you felt his emotions shift into the expressionless Vader you knew. "Yes?" He asked, his breathing slowing. "Are you... alright?" You asked cautiously, trying your best not to get on his bad side anymore than you might've already. He gazed at you, his helmeted head seeming to lean down slightly and the shaded black lenses in his helmet for his eyes, you felt like he was looking at you. "No." He answered simply, now his gaze shifted away from you, out into Space. "Why?" You peered up at him. The situation was odd, he never answered your questions like that, frankly, he barely answered any personal questions. "Luke, Luke Skywalker." He answered, and you tilted your head. "What about him?" Vader looked at you. "He is my son." He seemed to be trying to gauge your reaction to this.... surreal information.

"What?" Vader nodded simply, now clasping his hands behind his back in a seemingly thoughtful attempt to give you more time to process it. "When I was a boy, I met a Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Jinn.... He insisted I become a Jedi, and rebelled against the Council a multitude of times. His Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi took to promising him to train me when Qui-Gon died. I was trained for ten years, took the trials, and passed. Alas, was not put on the Jedi Council in the rank of Master.... Until I witnessed a Jedi go against the Code, they were plotting to take over. I did what I had to, and my wife, pregnant with my child, died; I killed her." Your body shivered, and you practically froze. He did what? He looked back out the window. "Luke is my child." He said, his voice filled with determination, determination for what? "Master... if you do catch Luke, what are you to do with him?"

Vader looked back down at you, as if you should already know the answer and you thought for a second, and when the epiphany hit you, you gasped. "You're going to train him? Bring him over to the Dark Side?" Vader didn't reply. "But what about me? Was I... a pawn? This entire time?" Tears prickled in your eyes, and Vader looked back at you. "Your training is almost complete." He breathed, before sweeping away, out of the room without a single care in the world to how it made you feel. You stood there, dumbfounded. You thought he cared for you, and that he actually saw you as what the Empire needed... Maybe you were wrong.

Destined

You didn't specifically know what it was that caused you to believe so firmly that you loved Darth Vader, because it's preposterous in itself. You, a lowly Stormtrooper, who has never ever done anything, never majored in anything. All you knew is how to operate a blaster and follow orders. That's all. But you had the audacity to fantasize of yourself with your own Lord? A Sith, with a tragic past, one strong with the Force, one who you weren't even sure noticed you. But you found yourself thinking you could fix him, make him love you.

What you didn't know was that Vader could sense the nervousness that seemed to encourage you not to look at him whatsoever. He could sense every one of your emotions without you knowing, you weren't really good at hiding them, even under the Stormtrooper mask.

You wandered the halls of the Death Star aimlessly, pretending to be on patrol, when in reality, you were clearing your head. "Hey, YN-447, are you off duty?" Another Trooper asks you. "Huh? Um... nah, not at all." You reply, looking up at the Trooper. "Lord Vader's supposed to be coming down here, I think." The Trooper glanced around. "W-what? Why?" You ask shakily, blushing. "Dunno." The Trooper shrugs. A second later, you hear a scuttle of footsteps and the iconic sound of Vader's breathing, and you felt your breath speed up slightly.

Draped in all black, stepping with an unspoken authority and an aura of badass. "What is your business, Troopers?" He said, with a sort of bored tone. "I was going on a walk, My Lord..." You said, the prospect of lying to him was absurd, as you knew he wouldn't fall for it. "Were you given permission?" Vader asked, his head tilting toward you, you looked up, to lock your eyes with his, even if you nor he could see the other through the black lenses. "No. It was supposed to be quick." Vader sighed, obviously it was annoying to him to have to deal with you. "I see. Clearly, you've no sense, Trooper. What's your name?" You took a second, a second too long perhaps. "YN-447." You replied.

He doesn't respond, but just nods, and he sweeps away. You stared after him in awe and felt your face heat up again. A few days later, you were called to report to Vader's chambers, in account for getting in a bit of an argument with a fellow Trooper (Aggressive negotiations). You entered and took off your helmet, you noticed he was staring outside, at Space. "YN-447, I trust you know why you are here." He spoke. "I do, My Lord." He turned to you, his hands clasped securely behind his back. "Would you like to tell me how you got the Lightsaber?" You looked up at him. "I snagged it, from a Jedi I killed." He nodded. "How did you learn to use it?" You took a deep breath. "I didn't. It came... naturally." He said nothing, and looked away from you, back out the window. You moved closer, but only slightly, not entirely sure of what to do.

Did you upset him? Offend him? Make him sad? Your eyes shifted around the room nervously. "Do you know what that means?" He spoke after a seemingly forever-type pause. "No?" You tilted your head. "You are to be trained in the ways of the Sith." Vader turned to you. "What?" You said, dumbfounded. "I hope I did not stutter." He said, his voice sounding quite sour. "A-as your apprentice? Or...?" He scoffed, not even attempting to answer that question. He looked at you, (or at least you thought he did) and said to you possibly one of the softest tones he could manage. "It's your destiny."

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So, I've been reading the Star Wars comic "Dying Light" and here's what I noticed.....

I couldn't have been happier with the appearance of Commander Fox, because in a little screen time, this handsome man in red had fallen into my soul.

So what's this about? Because I have a theory about his fate after the clone wars are over.

Someone may have written about this before, but I didn't come across the posts, so I'll write it myself:

It's no secret that Darth Vader, aka Anakin Skywalker, went over to the dark side and in the comic book "The Chosen One", ruthlessly killed clones who were collecting Jedi artifacts from the base and who mistook him for a Jedi, telling them that they'd docked a mistake

In the comic book Dying Light, the Guard under Fox's command opened fire on Vader and when Fox realized the mistake, he stopped firing, but Darth Vader began choking Fox:

Would it be logical to assume that Vader, aka Anakin, strangled Fox for a misstep? Most likely, since he's been sparing no clones since his transition to the dark side.

I made this conclusion because we don't see Fox in the future and he's not on LATT: ⬇️

It's sad to assume that's when Commander Fox was killed, because it's too violent, though it makes sense. I haven't seen Fox in any further Darth Vader comics.

Would love to hear opinions and theories in general about what happened to Fox after the Clone Wars.

The Devil symbolizes the shadow self and materialistic attachment. It represents addiction, temptation, and sexuality, often leading to destructive behaviors. This card highlights the challenges of co-dependency, restriction, and toxic influences.

He looks a little wonky but this was one of my favorite ones to draw so far

I’ve decided to mash my two current hyper fixations together so I’m doing tarot cards as star was characters

I already know what the comments are gonna say but let me break it down. I know AI isn't one of the most liked things in the world, especially here on Tumblr of all places, but AS AN ARTIST MYSELF I can understand why people don't like it. However I think it can be used to make some pretty neat things and I wanted to share what I generated using AI, because I had an idea. An idea Invisioning star wars characters in a lofi setting/aesthetic. I wanted to share them with y'all because I think they came out really cool and maybe can act as inspiration cause the force knows artist block is a b!tch and a half. Hope y'all enjoy part 1 cause I definitely wanna generate more of these.

So I’m on vacation and found these like Buddha statues that are also stormtroopers and Vader. They look like 3D prints and there was a shelf full of them, I’m confused.

obi wan: it’s over anakin, I have the high ground

anakin: I HATE YOU

padme, whispering to jar jar: they take playing the floor is lava very seriously

Just thinking about the Spotify blend I have with Darth Vader it’s hot or whatever.

anakins story is actually so tragic it makes me want to cry. thinking of anakin as darth vader just hurts my heart.

Luke Skywalker/Darth Vader by BossLogic

He can’t help but feel proud. Based on this post.

In honor of today, I drew my favorite Sith/Jedi: Anakin Skywalker-Darth Vader

19 Years Later... (Darth Vader x reader miniseries chapter 1)

19 years have passed since Y/n’s husband Anakin’s death, and she has become the leading General of the newly founded Rebellion alongside her past Jedi friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, now known as Ben Kenobi. When her children Luke and Leia Skywalker gets kidnapped by Darth Vader, the man who killed her husband; her and Obi-Wan Kenobi must come rescue her. But when she finds out who’s behind Darth Vader’s mask, the truth is something she never thought she had to prepare herself for.

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Index:

1. prologue

2. chapter 1

3. chapter 2 [Coming soon]

wc: 2.3k

warnings: cursing

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Being the leader of the new Rebellion against the evil Galactic Empire had its perks. One of the things that was not a perk, however, was hiding one’s actual name from their people, and past.

None of Y/n’s rebels knew of her past as a former Jedi Knight that fought in the Clone Wars. Though she fought like a cunning warrior, the thought had never once crossed their minds, seeing as all the Jedi were dead.

She had raised her children Luke and Leia with Obi-Wan’s guidance to be trained as Jedi, seeing as both of them were very Force-Sensitive.

Watching Luke wield his father’s lightsaber brought such bittersweet feelings to both old Jedi Knights. Anakin was such a big part of both of their lives, that it was almost painful to see this without him there.

Anakin would be beyond proud of his son and daughter, for sure.

Y/n recalled the first time he and Leia held their lightsabers. They were both 9, the same age their Father was when he was brought him by Qui-Gon Jyn from Tattooine.

Luke had rushed up to Obi’s old trunk excitedly, admiring the strange silver object with big eyes as Leia crowded behind him, “What’s that, Uncle Obi?”

“This is your father’s lightsaber, my dear. He would’ve wanted you to have it,” Obi replied, a sad smile on his face as he held onto the hilt, activating its stellar blue glow.

“This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster—“ Obi handed it to Luke and his eyes widened, waving it around gently so he didn’t break it. “—an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.”

“Is it mine?” Luke’s eyes beamed in excitement. Obi-Wan nodded, sitting down as he picked up Leia, putting her on his knee.

“For over a thousand generations, the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice. The old republic. Before the Empire...” he trailed off, turning his head towards the window.

Y/n rushed into the room, hearing the lightsaber and fearing there was an intruder, “Obi-Wan! What’s going on, I’m—“ she ignited her brilliant (l/c) saber, holding it in a protective stance before she realized it was just Luke. She sighed heavily and disengaged her saber, attaching it back to her belt loop, “Obi, you didn’t tell me you were doing this now...” she crossed her arms.

“Mom! Obi-Wan told me this was Dad’s! Look!” he started swinging it gently, making sure it didn’t hit anyone since he knew how deadly they could be. She began to smile sadly as she remembered a young Anakin as a padawan, rushing in to show her his lightsaber he constructed the day he finally got one.

She smiled sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. “You look so much like your father, Luke,” she said sadly. Obi looked back at Luke, and for a split moment, he was reminded of the small slave his old master brought back with him. He smiled to himself remembering how he helped Anakin with his padawan braid.

“Princess, come here. I’ll let you hold my lightsaber, okay?” she handed Leia her saber gently, and she took gingerly from her hand. Leia took it and igniting it, the blade’s glow reflecting in her excited little eyes.

“Mom? How did dad die? You never answered me,” Luke asked. Y/n felt herself freeze in place, a large lump in her throat forming. “Luke, I...”

“I’ll tell them, Y/n,” Obi-Wan replied solemnly. “Your father was killed by a young Jedi named Darth Vader. He was a close friend of mine before he fell. He helped the Emperor hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father.” The room fell silent, until Luke asked another question, “So you and Uncle Obi are the last remaining Jedi?”

Obi-Wan shook his head no, “There are others, but sparse. To name a few, Master Yoda and Ahsoka Tano, your father’s Padawan learner. The last remaining Jedi are being hunted down by Vader, which is why we hide.”

Leia spoke up softly, “Is that why we don’t use our actual last name, mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart. As long as Vader’s reign continues, we must hide our names. Darth Vader does not know about the two of you, so you are safe. For us, on the other hand...” she trailed off, and the kids understood.

“Mom... Mom,” Leia spoke loudly. Y/n blinked in confusion and turned back around, looking at her daughter, “Yeah, my love?”

“Are you okay mom?” Leia asked, frowning. “We need to look at the Death Star plans.”

“Right,” she sighed heavily, turning to face from the window out looking Yavin 4. “I’m fine, princess. I just... was remembering Anakin, that’s all.” Leia sighed and laid her hand on her mother’s back, rubbing it gently, “Dad would be proud of everything you’ve done, mom.” She began to tear up as she pulled Leia into a tight hug, “I hope so. It’s been about 20 years and it still doesn’t feel right,” silent tears fell down her cheeks into her daughter’s bunned hair.

“I’m proud of you, Leia. If you were to be trained within the Order now, you’d be the same age your father was when he became a Jedi Knight, and when he married me...” she sniffled, wiping her tears. Leia smiled softly, holding her mom’s hand, “Do you think he’d be proud of me, too?”

“I know he would,” she rubbed her fingertips against hers, “He would pull you into the tightest hug, spin you a little and say softly, ‘That’s my baby girl,’” she replied, her voice cracking slightly. Leia began to tear up as she hugged her back, “I wish I knew him...” she said softly. “I wish so too, babe, so bad...” Y/n sighed. But I won’t let his memory be in vain. Let’s go look at these plans and destroy that Death Star, yeah?”

Leia and Y/n walked to the main board room, seeing how the map was already up on display. “General Jonas, we’ve been examining the Death Star plans. They’re on screen now,” one of her commanding officers recited. “Good, thank you, officer. Have we discovered a weak point yet? Or at least some form of entry point?”

“No, ma’am. We haven’t studied long enough. There are many ways in, but all most likely heavily guarded. We will have to find a way to go under the radar without getting detected, somehow,” he replied. She nodded, walking closer to examine it. She closed her eyes and felt out through the Force for some answer. No surprise to her, she could barely feel anything at all but an empty void. Ever since Anakin had died, she had felt more distanced from the Force than ever. Maybe she and Anakin possessed a rare Dyad, or maybe she had simply lost touch with the Force; but no matter what she did, she was nowhere near as powerful in the Force as she used to be.

“Alert me if you find anything, Officer, I would love to have this Death Star in shambles by the end of the month,” Y/n left to walk out and to ask Obi-Wan on the matter. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, turning back to his computer to get back to work.

Elsewhere, Leia was pacing in Luke’s room, grumbling to herself, “I know Obi-Wan has taught us to not let our emotions guide us, but I can’t when it comes to him. He killed our father, he should be dead!” Leia huffed in anger, collapsing down onto her twin’s bed.

Luke grunted in response, his mouth full of food still, “It’s not like you can take him on yourself. You’d die!” he said, or at least, sounded like he said. “I will not let the lives of those lost who got us the plans in the first place’s memories die. We wouldn’t be this close to planning an attack without their sacrifices. Moreover, Mom has had these plans for two days now, and she hasn’t done a single thing about it!” Leia responded quickly. Luke shrugged, “Leia. Be real. It’s not like we can steal a ship and fly to the Death Star, find it’s a weak point, and get back in time for dinner.”

Leia sat up, looking at Luke as if he had just committed mass murder. “...What?” Luke asked warily. Leia grinned, “That’s it! We’ll do just that, Luke! We’ll take one of mom’s ships, fly around the death star undetected and find weak entry points, and get back like we were never even gone!”

“Leia, you can not be serious right now!” Luke gasped, setting his food down, “We can’t do this, we could get in so much trouble! Or spotted!”

“Do you want to sit idly while our mother and uncle do nothing, whereas our Father’s murderer is out on the lose on that moon!” Leia snapped at him. He narrowed his eyes, “That’s no moon, Leia. Also, no, I don’t! But do we have a choice? No. We’re staying here.”

“No, we’re leaving. Whether I go alone is up to you entirely, but at this point, I just want the man who killed my father dead,” Leia said, glaring at him. Luke huffed, “You think I don’t want him dead, too? But we are children, we literally can’t do anything!”

“We are 19 years old and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to sit at home here and wait for Vader to kill more innocent people,” Leia frowned, crossing her arms. “I really need you with me, Luke. But I get it if you don’t go.” she stood up, grabbing her stuff to leave when Luke grumbled “Wait!” under his breath. “I’ll... go. Just to protect you. But this is a bad idea, and I don’t want to get caught,” he raised a brow to her. Leia grinned and hugged Luke tightly, “Thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this! But bring your lightsaber maybe, just in case?”

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“What do you mean, YOU LET THEM GO?” Y/n snapped to C3-PO, enraged. Threepio raised his hands in defense, “I couldn’t stop them, mistress! I tried my best, I swear!”

“You let my children go confront Vader ALONE? You’re so lucky I don’t shut you down for that!” she growled, shoving past him with Obi-Wan following close behind her. “Oh, dear. I’m doomed,” Threepio whined.

“We have to go after them, we... I can’t... I can’t lose my kids,” Y/n said nervously, starting to pace once Obi got close. “Y/n, calm down sweetheart. I need you to breathe and think,” Obi said, holding onto her shoulders gently. “If we go, we have an equal chance of being caught since they’ll already be on high alert.”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head, “I hate you for being so levelheaded and smart, Obi,” she frowned. “That’s my specialty,” he winked. “Now, we need to stop and make sure that we can pull this rescue off without risking our lives, too.”

Meanwhile, at the Death Star, Vader was summoned by his leading captain because of an alert of an enemy ship flying nearby. “Bring them in, search them. They may know General Jonas.” “Yes, My Lord.”

Vader turned to leave the bridge towards the docking bay, to meet his guests personally. As he walked, his mind was filled with visions and memories from his dream the night before. Of her.

He sighed heavily, picking up speed as he neared the docking bay. Passing a group of stormtroopers, he pushed past them to be in front, crossing his arms. The door opened, and two stormtroopers walked out holding a young girl and boy, yelling at them to let go of them.

As soon as Vader looked at the two, he felt something... strange. A certain presence in the Force he had never felt before. What is this? Why do they feel familiar?

Vader dropped his arms, walking forward and raising his hand to stop the troopers, “Who are you? And why were you near my Death Star?”

His unmerciful, robotic voice rumbled through their chests, terrifying them. In all their years, they had never seen something so cold and unforgiving. “Don’t be petrified, answer me if you want to live,” Vader challenged, staring right at the boy.

“You killed our father,” Leia’s voice was cold, sad, and broken. She knew this was a bad idea, but it was too late now. “I wanted revenge.”

“You’ll have to forgive me, my princess, but I’ve killed many men. Your father was just another tick on my list, whoever he may be.”

“You son of a—!” Luke yelled, rushing to jump at him when the stormtroopers all turned their weapons on him, making him stop. Vader growled, “Insolent children. I don’t think you know who I am, truly. I’d crush you in a heartbeat, but seeing as you could have something of use to me... take them away, both of them,” Vader commanded. The two shouted in disagreement, and Vader simply stood and watched them struggle.

“You bitch! You’ll pay for what you did to our dad!” Luke yelled as he was taken away. Vader rolled his eyes from under the mask and walked back to his quarters. He knelt on the floor, taking his mask off as he called out to his Emperor through the force.

“What do you want, Lord Vader?” Palpatine growled, looking down at Vader’s hologram. “I felt something through the Force a few moments ago. My new hostages... they seem to be strong with it.”

“Really? Are you sure, my apprentice?”

“Yes, Master. More sure than anything.”

“Well, you know what you must do. Kill them. They could be Jedi if they tried opposing you,” Palpatine smirked. “They’re only children, which means they’re newer Jedi. Someone had to have trained them.”

“Children never stopped you before, don’t let it stop you now. Do it.”

“...Yes, my Master.” Vader ended the holomessage, sighing.

“Who are you two...?” he asked himself, reaching out through the Force and feeling they were still there.

Strange.

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