ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ

❝You would be wise to 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.❞

[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

❝You. Everyone here. This planet. This ship. This sector. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭...❞

The Chosen One

The Demon

The Dark Lord

❝...𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙊𝙍.❞

DARTH VADER

[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

There are so many things a Sith can do with the powers granted to them.

If these officers had known half of them, merely getting strangled or cut down wouldn't seem so bad after all.

They are terrified of his wrath, yet too blissfully ignorant to be grateful for his mercy.

[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

The silence is punctuated by the breathing apparatus. One, two, three heartbeats pass in that unbearable silence.

Then the angry hiss of lightsaber ignition.

"What. Is. This?"

Even through the eternal frown of the helmet, one could hear Lord Vader speak through his teeth.

[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

Turning his gaze away from the deep blue swirling of hyperspace to march out of the bridge of the star destroyer. He almost walks into—

. . .

[℘ ᴀᴅᴍᴇ́ .･*☾ @SAINTOFSENATE]

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 @CrestfallenSith ㅤㅤ
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[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

There is an alarm.

Mustafarian raiders are attacking the fortress, rappelling up from the cliff face to breach the walls.

His healing was forced to an abrupt end. Vader braces to feel the searing pain of air contact again.

The Dark Lord is awake...

And he is most displeased.

[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

With nothing else to do but wait, he allows sleep to take him.

The bacta will keep the pain of the body away for now. But he knows that his dreams will bring their own fresh torments.

They always do.

[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

In a chamber within the heights of Fortress Vader, the air hisses as a special compound of purified oxygen and antiseptic mist is sprayed through vents and sprinklers. Ever so slowly, black armor heavy with equipment is removed, followed by masterfully built augmented limbs.

[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

Through it all, Vader keeps his gaze focused on the window, watching as the lavafalls churn and roll across Mustafar's hellish landscape. It is only when he feels the merciful respite of the bacta as he is lowered into the tank that he lets himself shut his eyes.

[𝕵𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖔 @Fallen_Pilot_]

𝕵𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖔 𝕷𝖊𝖊
ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ

Bi | 38 y/o | Multiship | Force sensitive | any era
Sfw/nsfw
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#swrp

[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

Forgiveness is not the way of...

. . .

... Just don't do it again.

[₊⊹ 𝓛𝑬𝑰𝑨 .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ @tinyxorgana]

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⠀ okay, okay… she’s sorry! is there any
chance he can forgive her?

it won’t happen again! pinkie promise!

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[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

It is ill manners and provokes a diminished image of oneself. A swear or two is of no consequence, but from a child, or even an adult, it only betrays an immature mental apparatus.

There is a reason he uses more refined speech.

[₊⊹ 𝓛𝑬𝑰𝑨 .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ @tinyxorgana]

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⠀ absolutely not! that’s no where near
the situation the two have found themselves
in. after all, a single swear word is
completely harmless.

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[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

There are a great many things he says and does, but very few of which should be imitated. Especially by someone so young. If he were to slip out of an airlock or crash a speeder, would she be so quick to do the same?

[₊⊹ 𝓛𝑬𝑰𝑨 .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ @tinyxorgana]

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⠀ it was an accidental slip.

…she learned it from him, after all.

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[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

If she knows what's good for her,

She 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 watch her mouth from this moment onward.

[₊⊹ 𝓛𝑬𝑰𝑨 .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ @tinyxorgana]

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⠀ kriff !

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[℘ ᴀᴅᴍᴇ́ .･*☾ @SAINTOFSENATE]

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸.ᐟ” ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

One day, the Sith Lord will be able to repair his lungs.

One day, he'll bring cruel revenge on the man who destroyed them.

One day...

Vader straightens his posture and gets back to work in the hopes that his tinkering will occupy his mind again.

[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

A wrench hits the smooth rock floor of Fortress Vader.

The Dark Lord, overtaken by a coughing fit, almost completely doubles over. It's only by virtue of cybernetics that he keeps his dignity by standing upright.

Ruined already, every breath is painful enough.

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[ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴀᴅᴇʀ @CrestfallenSith]

Darth Vader gives himself a moment to recover, and outstretches an open, black-gloved metal hand towards the tool. And like an obedient pet, it places itself in his palm.

He turns it in his grasp, gazing at his warped reflection. The pain will be with him all day. Yet again.

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